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End Up Here
Porco Galliard Oneshot
Summary: How did you end up in your captors bed of all places, contemplating on staying?
Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, fingering, light spanking and hair pulling, creampie, unprotected sex (please wrap it every man is not porco)
how did this happen? you wonder, as his rough hands, calloused from war and stained with the blood of countless enemies, roam over your body.
how did i end up here? you think, while his lips, plump and puffy, lean down to capture your own. they taste sweet, a stark contrast from how he actually was.
he hated you, didn’t he? and you hated him. at least, that’s how it had been for months, with you locked up in a marley jail cell.
after the attack on liberio, you had been one of the survey corps members to miss the plane and ended up stuck in marley. after that, you were taken as a prisoner of war and left in the custody of the warriors, or what was left of them.
with zeke being gone, reiner, pieck and porco had been the ones to look after you, questioning you for information and such.
of course, with reiner’s mission to paradis you already knew him. in fact, you thought it was absolutely hilarious how hypocritical he sounded while asking you why exactly you guys had attacked marley.
“i could ask you the same thing, reiner,” you had spat coldly, thinking back to that day seven years ago.
that was the only time you had ever seen reiner flinch, your glare causing his head to throb.
admittedly, before all of this, before all of the mess and the lies and the betrayal, you and reiner had actually been close once upon a time.
there was a time that you had idolized reiner, wanting to be just like the older boy. you wanted to be strong, you wanted to protect those around you.
you looked up to reiner as someone that was good, and the thought disgusted you.
how could you have idolized someone who caused so much destruction? someone who started a war with innocent people?
as you kissed porco back, your hands going to run through his hair, you supposed you did end up like your idol after all.
a hypocrite.
of course, you hadn’t always been that way. in the beginning, you truly did hate porco.
you hated the way he stalked around, glaring at you like you were the devil itself. you hated the way he talked, spitting insults left and right. but most of all, you hated how he wore that damn armband proudly, as if it made him any better than you.
you were the same, and porco hated you for constantly pointing it out. he hated the way you were so stubborn, never giving information but always having something to say nevertheless.
he hated the way you smirked, knowing they’d never get anything out of you but death. and most of all, he just hated how annoying you were.
for months, the two of you went back and forth like the enemies you were. glaring each other down, providing insults instead of answers.
honestly, who would have thought that one day you’d be beneath him, whimpering from his touch and moaning out his name as he left sloppy kisses down your neck?
you sure didn’t.
you were supposed to hate him.
but all that changed in a blink of an eye.
you don’t quite remember what it was, but one day you found yourself hating porco a little less than the day before. actually, you did remember. it was the one day you had seen porco show any emotion other than hatred. the one day of the year he just couldn’t bring himself to hate anyone, not even you.
his brother’s birthday.
you had watched, partially amazed, as porco lit twenty-three candles for marcel. even when he was on duty, he couldn’t forget to honor him.
when you had asked porco about it, genuinely curious, he told you his story and it was then that you saw him become more...human.
was that what it was? was that what lured you into his bed, lured you into melting at the way his honey eyes stared at you?
no.
there had been more after that.
after that day, after seeing that porco was in fact capable of human emotions, you decided to test him. would he show you some sympathy if he heard your own story? would he still think of you as a devil if he knew you guys weren’t all that different?
he didn’t.
after you told him about your own brother, about how he had been killed that day shiganshina fell, something inside porco softened.
perhaps it was guilt. perhaps it was actually sympathy that drove him to understand, but he did.
he understood you then. why you joined the survey corps, why you idolized someone like reiner. why you had attacked marley.
he understood it all.
he understood that it was all for him, all for your brother.
and then he began to understand that you guys weren’t all that different after all.
he often curses himself for that. for him, that was the starting point of it all. if he had just turned his back away, if he had just rolled his eyes and told you that he didn’t care about your pathetic life story, that it still made you no less than a devil, then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be under him in that moment.
“porco...” a breathy moan left your lips as the boy teased you with his fingers, hovering right over your arousal just to torture you. he liked seeing you like this, an island devil flustered by him, begging him to please her any way he could. “please.”
“please what?” his smirk was cruel, tilting his head in mock confusion as if he didn’t already know what you wanted. “use your words babygirl.”
you groaned. you hated when he teased you, but you weren’t gonna get anything out of him any other way. “please just touch me already! i can’t take it anymore!”
your body was aching for him, months of pent up longing for him just begging to be released.
luckily, porco wasn’t that cruel.
not long after your request, he found himself obliging, quickly yanking off your soaked panties. a low groan escaped his throat as your sweet aroma filled the air, pussy gleaming in the moonlight.
“is this all for me babygirl?” he asks, taking a finger to rub against your wet folds.
a whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact, your hips bucking up for more.
“y-yes,” you can barley contain your excitement as you nod eagerly, causing porco to smirk. “yes it’s all for you, pock.”
“good,” he looks satisfied and decides that you deserve some attention. gently, he spreads your legs and then those long fingers of his begin to sink into your tight cunt, filling you just how you liked it.
“fuck!” you threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as porco began to move.
“don’t come yet,” he teases, knowing just how fast he can make you come undone.
you lift your head up to glare at him, but the sudden addition of another finger makes your anger quickly fade away.
“o-okay,” you’re a stuttering mess under him and porco loves it.
“that’s it,” he cooes, bringing a hand up to play with your nipples as he finger-fucks you. “you love my fingers, don’t you baby?”
if you were in any other position then maybe porco would get answers. but you were too occupied; too focused on the pleasure and the way he filled you beautifully to even get a word out.
“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” porco accuses as he assaults that one sweet spot over and over again. he knows it— he can see it in the way your face is scrunching up and he can feel the way you’re clenching around him. so good, so tight, his cock begins to twitch in anticipation.
“i- yes,” you moan out weakly, your eyes beginning to roll back.
“good,” he smirks as he feels your body shaking. “cum for me, baby. let me taste that sweet pussy.”
to edge you on further — not like you needed it — porco bends down and immediately latches his mouth to your sensitive nub. he sucks sweetly on your pussy, eager for what’s to come as he pumps his fingers in and out of you viciously.
“porco,” you moan his name as the coil in your stomach begins to unravel. your legs shake, and pleasure clouds your every sense but that doesn’t mean porco is stopping. as you scream and moan out his name, desperately grabbing at his slicked-back hair, porco continues lapping at your pussy and pleasuring you until he feels satisfied.
once he is, he pulls away from your pussy and grins at the way you’re shaking underneath him, breathing heavily. honey-colored eyes lean over to meet your own and you can see they’re filled with absolute lust, your slick juices dribbling down his chin.
“on your knees,” he demands, no longer being able to take it. his cock is itching to be free, itching to be inside of you and porco feels like he’s about to burst.
“y-yes sir,” you nod slowly, your eyes still clouded over but you’ve got the right idea as you shakily turn over, turning your ass up and stuffing your face in the pillow.
“atta girl,” porco cooes with delight as your slick pussy gleams right in front of him, begging him to fill it with his cum.
“fuck,” he curses involuntarily as he moves to situate himself behind you. then, porco finally relieves himself from his pants and hisses as his cock springs free.
“you’re gonna take me so good baby,” he tells you, gently rubbing himself over your folds, just enough to tease you. “you ready?”
“yes,” you nod eagerly, wiggling your ass a little at him. this is the moment you’ve been waiting for all night— the opportunity to be stuffed with porco’s thick cock.
“good girl,” he praises you before finally settling himself at your entrance, reaching up to lighty smack your ass.
your hips buck a little at the sudden sting but then your body is completely relaxed as porco begins to push himself in, a moan leaving both of your lips.
“fuck!”
porco can’t believe how tight you are, even after his fingers. it feels like your pussy is sucking him in and he has to steady himself as he sinks in deeper.
“pock,” a whimper escapes your throat, your mouth dropping in an ‘o’ shape as he fills you deliciously. “fuck, baby— you feel so good.”
your pussy is throbbing, soft mewls leaving your lips as you involuntarily buck your hips for more. you can feel every moment from porco as he slides in until he’s buried at the hilt, stuffing you nice and full.
“haven’t even gotten started yet baby,” he grins, and then once he’s settled in he begins to pick up the pace.
porco was never a patient man, so it’s no surprise when he immediately starts to buck his hips into you, starting at a steady pace.
“fuck, pock,” his name is the only thing in your vocabulary as your eyes roll back again, a hazy smile on your face as porco fucks you just right. his strokes are deep, passionate, and he stretches you out in way that fills you with absolute pleasure.
“baby,” porco has a hard time controlling himself but he’s managing, playing with your bouncing tits and occasionally slapping your ass to distract himself. “you feel so good around me, you know what?”
“uhhh!” you gasp when he grabs your hair, forcing your back to arch even further and allowing him to go even deeper. fuck, this is just what he wanted, a smirk on his face as he watches your face become unintelligible.
“there we go,” porco chuckles as you begin to clench around him again. and god, if you don’t feel absolutely incredible. porco swears he’s in heaven right now, which is ironic because he’s fucking an island devil.
“that’s the spot, isn’t it?” he’s growing cockier by minute as he watches you begin to unfold underneath him.
gasps and moans reply to him instead of words, your hands going to grip anything you can find. subconsciously, porco begins to fuck you even faster and pulls your hair tighter.
“pock!”
he knows he’s got you on the ropes when you start explicitly moaning for him, begging for him to bring you to your release. your pussy is already dribbling with juices, the sheets beneath you stained but you want more. you want him and porco’s gonna give it to you.
“almost there sweetheart,” he promises, feeling himself on the verge of his own orgasm. and god, he can’t wait until he fills you up.
he knows that’s what you want, too, but he’s determined to get you there first. reaching down, porco rubs at your clit which only sends more pleasure rippling through you. he keeps his pace rough yet steady, abusing your g-spot over and over again before finally, you come undone.
a scream leaves your lips as you cream all over porco’s cock, arms and legs going limp. you see stars and porco has to physically hold you up. but he’s still fucking you though, still pleasuring you right up until the moment comes for his own release.
“fuck, y/n!”
your name falls from his lips like a prayer, porco screwing his eyes shut as he cums deep inside of your womb. and you can feel him— every inch of him as he stills and continues pumping you full of his cum, your pussy milking him until there’s nothing left.
“you’re the devil, baby,” porco says, out of breath as he slowly pulls out of you. there’s a trail of cum that dribbes down your leg as he does so, and porco smirks when he realizes he really did stuff you.
even then, you whine at the sudden loss, your pussy sore yet still aching for him.
you know you won’t be able to take another orgasm though, not like this. and so you settle for porco’s touch elsewhere, snuggling into him after he wipes you off and then holds you close to his chest.
“a devil you say?” you smile lazily, turning your body towards him to look him in his honey eyes.
“oh yes, the worst kind at that,” he smirks but you know he’s only joking. “using sex to lure me in.”
“how ironic, since i recall that it was you who wanted me in the first place,” you snort.
porco acts mocked surprised, but he knows its true. he’s the one that fell for you first, against all odds. and now...now he had you in his arms, resting comfortably but the future was still uncertain for you both.
“what will you...what will you do now?” he dares to ask, peering at you curiously. “will you go back to that island, or...?”
“i wasn’t aware i was allowed to leave,” you tell him honestly, looking down. gently though, porco raises your head up again.
“you know i wouldn’t keep you here against your will,” he says quietly, frowning. “if you wanna go back, i’ll...i’ll help you.”
it pains porco to say this and you can see it in his face. he doesn’t want you to go— but if going home was truly your desire then he’d make it happen.
“that’s the thing, though,” you tell him, slightly biting your lip. “i don’t...i don’t know if i do, not anymore.”
“what?” porco frowns. “b-but it’s...it’s your home, isn’t it? why wouldn’t you wanna go back? it’s not like you have any reason to stay.”
“i do now,” you say softly, looking at him through your lashes.
you wait a couple of seconds to get his reaction, and when you do, porco is undeniably shocked.
he can’t believe what he’s hearing. it’s almost too good to be true.
“you’d...you’d stay here, for me?” he asks incredulously, looking at you with wide eyes. “but why? you know we can’t— it’s forbidden for us to be together.”
“wouldn’t be the first time we broke the rules,” you chuckle softly, referencing your naked bodies and the fact that you weren’t even supposed to be out of your cell right now.
“that’s true,” porco muses, but he still continues. “you have your whole life back in paradis, though. staying in marley, staying with me, it’ll only bring you pain.”
it almost sounds like he’s trying to scare you away. like he wants you to go home, but you know that’s not the case. you know that all porco is saying is the truth. you were a prisoner in marley after all, you couldn’t be with him. but still...
“it’s better than being an entire ocean away from you,” you say, shaking your head. “waiting for you every night. wondering if i’ll ever see you again.”
“you know what this means, then? if you stay...” porco trails off.
“if i stay then i’m with you. one hundred percent, and we’ll find a way,” you promise him.
porco grins. “you’re always so stubborn,” he says affectionately, stroking your face. he remembers a time when he hated that about you, but now it’s one of his favorite traits. “i gotta say— having a secret rendezvous has always been on my goal-list.”
“oh,” you lightly punch his arm. “shut up. this is serious, pock.”
“i am,” he defends himself. “the war is over. the yeagerists are gone— i need something spicy in my life again.”
“god— you’re so stupid sometimes, you know that?” you giggle as porco grins, loving the way he can make you laugh.
“you’ve told me that on multiple occasions,” he says, “but i think this one just might be my favorite.”
“everything about this night is perfect,” you sigh, pressing your hand against his. “i never want it to end. especially not by going back to a jail cell.”
“hey...let’s just be grateful we ended up here,” porco says. “don’t think about tomorrow— just focus on the fact that we have tonight.”
“i think i can do that,” you smile softly. after all, how could you not?
you’re in the arms of the man that you fell for. comfortable and safe, even it’s only for a few hours.
it was strange, really, how the person you once hated the most became your reason to stay. but you supposed that destiny would always find a way, and if yours just so happened to be intertwined with porco’s then dammit you’d find a way, too.
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Title: The One He Chose
Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: The married life of a violent Viking and a meek nun.
Part One
Part Two
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Part One
Part Two
It had been two years since Ivar had decided to keep you.
Gone were your days of doing chores in the church, and enjoying your fellow sisters. Now you were in a foreign cold country surrounded by complete strangers that followed a religion you wanted nothing to do with.
If the physical displacement wasn’t hard enough to adjust to you also had to come to terms with the fact you were now married to a very violent heathen.
At first you had tried to be optimistic; you would still have your religion and faith, your beloved kingdom was safe and maybe you could even learn a few things about these pagans. Those had been your hopes but they were foolish and downright naive.
Even before you had set foot on the boat Ivar made sure you knew that he wouldn’t tolerate your faith at all. He threw your cross into a fire and would scold you like a child no matter who was present.
Ivar had also made it clear that he was in charge, he planned the wedding and did not ask your opinion on a single thing. He told you what would happen and what you were expected to say and do and that was the end of it. What a nightmare your wedding was, your dress wasn’t modest in any sense and blood from a lamb was poured on you.
Your wedding night had been even worse.
Despite how you had tried to explain that you were a woman of the church, in other words a virgin, he did not care at all. He was rough and completely ignored your protests and cries.
All of that horror had happened after he and his brothers had killed King Ecbert and before you had even arrived in his kingdom, Kattegat.
Once you arrived Ivar lead you to his estate and assigned you a servant who would teach you his language and the stories of his Gods. He forbid you from leaving his home until you were able to speak Norse fluently.
In your time of learning Ivar wasn’t exactly patient with you, he would often call you stupid for taking so long to learn. Ivar didn’t care who was around when he would berate your intelligence; be it his brothers, visiting Earls and Jarls or even just the thralls who kept the house.
When you finally were able to leave home to carry out the wifely duties that Ivar had placed on you the whole of Kattegat was already aware of how you were treated. You almost hated the looks of pity more than the looks of smugness from people who thought you deserved the abuse because of your faith.
Ivar was truly horrible, you sometimes thought his name should have been Ivar the Horrible, not Boneless.
If all Ivar was to you was abusive it would have been easier, then you would know exactly what to expect with him, but Ivar was not an easy person to understand.
He would humiliate and verbally abuse you all day, then at night he would climb on top of you and have his way with your body, but after he was something else.
After he had satisfied his primal needs he would lie beside your bruised body and speak to you in a soft voice about his mother and how she had always wanted to see all her sons find wives.
The first few times he had done this you were touched and you thought maybe he wasn’t the monster he appeared to be, but it didn’t take him long to sour that as well. When he would catch you praying he would speak on how his beautiful mother would have hated having you as a daughter in law.
He would say that so much that at some point it stopped hurting, then one day you looked up and you found that you were now accustomed to this horrid life that you lived.
You would wake up alone, be dressed by thralls and then walk into the dining hall to have first meal with Ivar where you would refrain from praying over your food, then Ivar would go off on his business and you would run the household. After the last meal you would retire to your bed chamber then sometime later a drunk Ivar would come in to mount you then whisper his soft words until he fell asleep.
Everyday it was the same, walking on eggshells trying not to provoke your husband’s anger and taking whatever abuse he had to offer that day.
There were times, when you would sit outside and sew, you would think about just walking to the docks and climbing onto a boat but you knew you never could. Ivar would take it as a great offense and would take his anger out on your kingdom.
So you stayed.
Now you are in the great hall at the high table with your husband, brothers in law and their wives.
Tonight there was to be a sacrifice to pray that the harvest be rich this spring, and your stomach was far too uneasy to eat.
Ivar was having none of it.
‘Why do you not eat? Do you want people to say I do not feed you?’ he hissed.
‘I am simply not hungry, my husband.’ you mumbled.
‘Eat, you are making me appear to be a cruel husband.’ he said angrily.
Not that Ivar noticed, but the cheerful atmosphere of the entire high table was immediately altered by the tone he used with his wife.
None of them agreed with the way he treated you, but any attempts they made to speak to him ended with him being even angrier with you for days on end because you made people think ill of him.
‘I am sorry.’ you said softly as you picked up a piece of bread and took a small piece.
Ivar went back to his drink and found that everyone was staring at him in distaste, and like always it angered him.
‘Good. Now the night has been soured before the sacrifice.’ he snarled.
You again apologized for spoiling the mood and offered to retire so that he and his family could enjoy the feast and festivities, you had no desire to see the sacrifice any how.
‘No you will stay and watch the sacrifice, do you not want us to have a rich harvest? Does your Christ God say that we should starve this year?’
‘Of course not, but if my presence is spoiling your mood then I will leave if you wish it.’ you tried to placate him.
‘What kind of husband doesn’t want his wife by his side? You will sit here, you will eat and enjoy the sacrifice. Am I understood?’ he threatened.
‘Yes.’ you submitted as you lowered your head.
The rest of the family turned back to their own conversations, except Ubbe.
He was more like his father than the rest of his brothers in the sense that he didn’t hate the Christians. Ubbe saw no point in being overly violent with the Christians when they went out on raids or even with the Christian thralls at his own estate. He really didn’t like how horrid his younger brother treated you at all, but he saw trying to tell Ivar this only made him worse.
Even he as the eldest couldn’t tell another free man how to treat his wife.
For the next hour or so you nibbled at your plate and tried to be as invisible as you could, speaking to no one, not even raising your head to look around the hall.
At last Bjorn stood and announced that it was time to step out into the courtyard for the sacrifice to take place.
Everyone else hurried out but you had to wait by Ivar as he stood up on his braces and crutches, he was still getting used to them. You were genuinely happy when he first showed you his new mode of transportation, but in the end it too made your husband irritable. The pain of the metal braces would make Ivar complain, and any offer you made to help made him think you saw him as weak.
Once Ivar was on his feet you followed behind him as he made his way to the front of the crowd, he wanted to be sure that he, and you, got a good view.
You took a small comfort in the fact that no Chiristians were ever sacrificed to the pagan Gods, the heathens felt their Gods would be insulted by having a non-believer sacrificed to them.
Still you hated the human sacrifices, no matter how many of them you had seen you still didn’t like to see another human die.
This time it was a man, you had seen him around town buying things for his family. You didn’t know him but that didn’t make watching him die any less horrible.
Bjorn gave the usual speech, asking the Gods for their favor, then he raised his ax and with one swift swing he ended a life.
You tried not to flinch at the sound of it but you couldn’t help it, you didn’t need to look over to know that Ivar was smiling. You kept your eyes closed as the crowd cheered in celebration, and felt Ivar move toward the blood bowl and took a sip like always and dipped his fingers in before he walked over to you.
‘May the blood of this sacrifice allow you to bear fruit as well wife.’ he said before flinging the blood onto your face.
You felt sick to your stomach and wanted nothing more than to wipe off the human blood and just go to bed and leave this day in the past.
‘If I may retire to the estate my husband, I do not feel too well.’ you requested.
Ivar rolled his eyes in annoyance but eventually he nodded and dismissed you with a wave of his hand.
You hurried off away from the festivities waiting until you were sure you were out of sight completely to wipe the blood off your skin.
As you walked you strayed from the trail back to your estate and into the woods, you had found a small clearing not long after you had began to explore your new home. It was in the spot perfectly between Ivar’s lands and Ubbe’s so none of the thralls Ivar had spying on you traveled out this far.
You used this space to pray whenever you could get away from your husband.
Like usual you kneeled at a tree stump and brought your hands together for prayer.
‘Dear Father, how I have missed speaking to you like this. I wish I could pray to you everyday as I once did, but my husband will not allow it, even now I disobey him to speak with you.’ you started.
‘My Lord, everyday I find it harder to live on this earth with that man and I ask you as a mere servant… please give me some sign of your presence here. Surrounded by such horror and paganism it is becoming harder to have faith, and now my faith is all I have left. I fear that I can’t survive this world without my faith.’ you sobbed.
You soon began uncontrollably crying as two years of sadness hit you all at once, you could barely get it together enough to stand up and be on your way back to the trail.
Just as you had gotten on your feet you heard a rustle coming from behind you, immediately you reached for the dagger Ivar insisted you carry at all times.
The noise became louder and it became clear that this was not just an animal moving around but a person approaching you.
You got ready to defend yourself when at last Ubbe stepped into the clearing.
‘Ubbe! You nearly scared me to death!’ you whined, clutching your heart as you willed it to slow down.
‘Sorry, I departed shortly after you and decided to see to it that you got home safe, our soldiers get a bit too bold during a good feast.’ the Ragnarson explained.
‘Well thank you for your concern, but I am fine. I will be on my way.’ you said quickly, moving to walk away but Ubbe caught you by your wrist.
‘You were praying.’
A panic took hold of your heart, you had hoped he hadn’t heard your prayers.
‘P-please don’t tell him.’ you begged as your eyes began to water once again.
If Ivar heard about you praying to your Christian God he would be angry with you for at least two weeks, and that’s if you’re lucky.
‘Do not cry, I will not tell him. Just let me walk you home, to make sure you are safe.’
You let out a cry of relief, and as Ubbe led you back to the pathway you tried to recenter yourself. Ubbe was a good man, and from what you heard from Margrethe he was a good husband.
Though his marriage to the former thrall wasn’t by any means Christ like, seeing how he shared her with Hvitserk, but he was always kind and trusting.
Nothing like your husband who you now truly believed didn’t have a single kind bone in his body, and if he did it was probably one of the broken ones.
At last you two were at your door, you thanked him for his kindness.
‘I don’t consider ensuring your safety a kindness, it is a decency.’
‘I haven’t been shown much decency since I was brought here, so I do thank you. I hope you return home safely as well.’ you said.
‘Goodnight (Y/N).’ he bid farewell as you went inside.
Inside your home you head towards the chamber you shared with Ivar and found two thralls already there waiting to help you undress and get ready for bed. Removing Viking clothes is so much more time consuming than your old attire.
Once you were in your nightgown and your hair was unbraided you sent the girls away and got into your bed.
Silently you prayed, you had come to learn that most of the thralls doubled as spies for Ivar, and they felt no guilt telling him you were disobeying.
You weren’t sure when you drifted off or how long you had been asleep before you were rudely awoken by Ivar stumbling into the room and drunkenly falling into the bed.
‘Wife!’ he shouted.
You sighed and sat up, you already knew where this was going. So you stood up and moved to stand in front of him and began removing his leg braces.
Ivar only let two people do this for him, his personal healer and you. He would say he thought only a man’s wife should take care of him, but you knew he didn’t want anyone else seeing his legs.
You finally got them off and put them away while Ivar got undressed.
‘Come to bed.’
With a sigh you walked back to stand in front of your husband, and like he always did he ripped off your clothes and threw you onto the bed.
You don’t even bother trying to fight him anymore, he overpowers you physically, then once he is done he will lecture you on how evil you are for not wanting him as a wife should want her husband.
Ivar climbed on top of you, and with no gentleness he forced himself into your body and you let out a cry of pain. Your womanhood still hurt, it always hurt because Ivar would do this every night.
At last he pulled himself out of you finished over your belly before he rolled over, you took the wet cloth from the bedside table and cleaned yourself.
‘In three days I will be leaving Kattegat to make arrangements with the Earl of Gotaland. If all goes well he and his soldiers will stand by me when I attack Hedeby next spring.’ Ivar said.
You were filled with a sensation you hadn’t felt in so long you could barely recognize it, joy.
‘How long will you be away.?’ you asked, trying not to sound excited.
‘If it were to go smoothly then at least two weeks time, but if what I’ve heard about this Earl is true then maybe a month.’ he informed.
A whole month without Ivar’s abuse.
‘I will be busy with preparations for the journey, so I will not be around as much. I will need you to make sure all my personal belongings are properly packed, as well as managing the home.’ Ivar said.
‘Of course.’ you said as you turned over.
Ivar sat there and watched you for a while and thought about how Bjorn would talk about his first wife, Thorunn, who would shower him in her love and affection whenever he left Kattegat for any amount of time.
He was eager to tell you that he was leaving, so that he could hear you go on about how much you will miss him, but you didn’t do that.
You just turned your back to him and went to sleep, as if you didn’t even care that he would be leaving.
Ivar’s stare became hard and angry before he leaned down and whispered into your ear.
‘My mother would have hated you...she was the only one in this world is whoever truly loved me.’ he hissed before he rolled over.
The next days were spent gathering everything Ivar would need on his journey; his clothes, weapons, oils for his braces, his bathtub and other things. Once that was done you spoke with all the thralls and let them know that they would report to you now.
Ivar was spending his time speaking with the men he would travel with, making sure all of them were on the same page, and preparing his battle tactic should things go horribly wrong. If your husband was anything it was prepared for the worst.
On the third day everything was chaos, you and Ivar running around getting the last minute things taken care of, double checking that everything was in order. It wasn’t until nightfall that you were both sure everything was ready, in the morning they could load up the carts and be on their way.
Honestly you were eager for sleep, tomorrow would be your first day of freedom.
Ivar came into the room very tiredly and you removed his braces then he used you like he always did, but this time he did not stop.
He did not stop until the sun was raising and thralls began knocking on the door to tell him that they were beginning to load up the carts. By the time he got off of you and began getting dressed you felt so sore and tired you were surprised you could even move.
While you were being dressed Ivar watched you, his beautiful wife. He would often look at you and think back to the day that he decided he would take you as his wife. You hadn’t even mentioned his legs, and that was always the first thing about him people noticed and spoke about.
He knew in that moment you were the woman for him; you were beautiful, and clearly saw him past his disability. Sure you praised a false God, but he could change that, and of course sometimes you would turn away from his touch but he knew how to make love to you.
Last night he had made love to you all night long, after all this would be the first time the two of you would be apart for more than several hours. Ivar wanted the night to be the best it could be and wanted it to be one to remember.
Once you and Ivar were outside you could see the other men loading their own carts; their wives kissing them and praying for their return, their children hugging their knees.
It was truly a heartwarming sight, and Ivar saw it as well.
When Ivar had married you he wanted to immediately fill you with his children, but the time wasn’t right, he could not give his wife or child his full attention. Not with Lagertha still breathing, taunting him with her very existence, no he needed to avenge his mother first.
For now he would bask in the love of his wife.
He looked over at his wife, but she just kept looking around at the other families, practically ignoring him.
‘Wife.’ he said getting your attention.
You looked over at him and kept your face from twisting in distaste.
‘Yes Ivar.’
Ivar looked up at you and waited for you to wish him a safe journey or kiss him...anything to show you would miss him.
You stared at him and he stared back, him waiting on you to tell him you didn’t want him to leave, and you waiting for him to tell you what he wanted.
After about a moment he finally realized you would not say sweet things to him like the other wives and he turned away from you angrily and got in his cart.
Completely confused as to how you had upset him this time you watched him sit his crutches down beside him in the cart. The other men finally got onto their own carts and finally they began their journey.
You watched Ivar’s cart the whole time as it went down the path, you watched until you couldn’t see it anymore. If only to make sure he was really truly gone, that he wouldn’t just turn around and come back as soon as you looked away.
‘Mistress?’ one of the thralls finally spoke.
‘Yes, let us return home.’ you said.
As you walked back to your estate you kept your head low to hide your smile.
Ivar was gone you walked around the house giving orders and the first one you gave was to the cooks. You requested porridge, chicken and fruits, the standard meal from the church. You hadn’t had porridge since you married Ivar, he wanted you to eat like a viking and vikings ate meat and vegetables.
In the days that followed you would assign the tasks to the thralls and then go out and sit in for Ivar in the great hall. You would hear the men scoff whenever you spoke, clearly not respecting what you have to say as not only a woman, but also as a Christian.
You did not care, because at the end of the day you were still Ivar’s wife and Ivar was a very violent man who was easy to insult. No one in Kattegat would ever be so bold as to publicly disrespect his wife.
After the official business was done you would go to the markets, or maybe just a stroll through the woods so you could have your own private little mass.
One day as you were preparing to take the body of Christ Ubbe came into the clearing.
‘I saw you heading out here.’ he said.
‘Are you going to make a habit of watching me, I doubt Margrethe would appreciate that.’ you smiled.
You already knew Ubbe would not tell Ivar what you were doing here, in all honesty it was great to be open about your religion with someone.
‘She is with Hvitserk today, she will not mind whatever I do.’ Ubbe dismissed.
‘Your views on marriage are so strange to me, even after all this time.’
‘I am sure your Christian marriage customs are just as odd to me.’ he smiled.
‘I guess you are right, besides I should get used to heathen marriage since I am married to one.’ you sighed as you sat on a fallen tree.
‘Not all marriages are like yours (Y/N), not all husbands are as cruel as Ivar.’ Ubbe said, sitting beside you.
‘I can see that, in the way other women sit by their husbands and speak so boldly to them...I wish I could speak with so much confidence.’ you said as you picked at the dead bark.
‘Why don’t you?’
‘Ivar would lose his temper.’
‘He’s not here is he? Ivar is miles and miles away, looking for warriors to fight against Lagertha.’ Ubbe grinned as he moved to stand in front of you.
‘Go on, yell at me...as if I were Ivar.’
You looked up at him, fighting a smile, you wanted to do this, it would be so nice to do this. Like a massive weight lifted off your chest.
‘Y-you are too mean.’ you said softly.
‘What was that wife? I cannot hear you.’ Ubbe said, mocking Ivar’s voice in a way that made you giggle like a child.
‘I said you are mean.’ you said louder this time.
‘And...you never let me choose our meals, or make any decisions of my own. I have to request what you order me to request, be where you tell me.’ you continued.
‘Keep going.’
‘I hate how you talk...you are always either whispering or yelling there is never an in between. I hate how everything I say and do is an insult to you!’ you shouted, standing up.
‘You always yell at me like a child, it’s humiliating!’
‘Let it all out!’ Ubbe encouraged.
‘I-I hate how you touch me!’ you yelled at the top of your lungs.
‘Woah.’ Ubbe said taken back a bit.
‘You are always too rough, it is disgusting and feels horrible!’
You took a deep breath and in that moment you realized you were yelling these things at Ubbe, things that he probably didn’t want to know at all.
‘I’m sorry.’ you squeaked out an apology.
‘It is fine.’ Ubbe smiled.
‘No that was unacceptable, I should not have told you that. That information should be kept private, I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable.’ you said.
‘No it is fine really...but if I may ask, is Ivar really being too rough with you?’
‘...yes.’ you confessed.
‘Back home, I was so thankful for the church. No man ever laid hands on women of the church, we took vows of celibacy.’
‘My father told me about this. You wait until you are married to have sex.’ Ubbe said.
‘Nuns swear not to marry; their hearts, bodies and souls belong to their church and their God. I never wanted to marry at all Ubbe, but then the decision was made for me and even that forced marriage wasn’t Christlike.’ you said.
You sat back down and lowered your gaze to your lap, and chose to ignore the tears that hit your skirts.
‘Hey.’ Ubbe said as he kneeled in front of you and took your hand in his own.
‘I hate this marriage Ubbe, I hate everything about it. The man I’m married to, the wifely duties, the thralls, the estate...the sex. I hate the sex so much.’ you cried.
You cried for what like hours but was probably only a few minutes.
‘What uh...what does Ivar do? What makes the sex so bad, if you don’t ask mind me asking.’
‘Well...he comes in while I’m asleep, then he yells until I wake up, that’s when I take off his braces, then he’ll climb on top of me and have his way.’ you explained.
‘Have his way?’
You nodded.
‘Does he ever try to...make you feel good in anyway?’ he asked.
You shook your head.
‘If he has then I surely took no notice.’
‘Does he...ever kiss you?’
Again you shook your head.
‘Never.’
‘Never?’
‘Not once, a wife who has never felt her husband’s lips.’ you sighed.
‘What about touching you? Holding you? Anything?’ Ubbe asked.
‘What are you speaking of?’ you asked in complete confusion, you had no idea what your brother in law was talking about.
‘I mean has he ever treated your body the way it should be treated, touched you the way a woman needs.’
‘I don’t even know what you are talking about Ubbe.’ you admitted.
Ubbe looked down at your hands in his then he looked back up at you.
‘May I?’ he asked raising his hand.
You looked at him, confused but accepting.
He brought his hand up and lightly ran his fingers up and down your neck, barely touching you, just enough for you to feel it.
‘Has Ivar ever kissed you here?’
‘N-no, he’s bitten me a few times I think.’
‘How about here?’ he said, placing his hand on you collar bone.
You took his hand and spread it out over your neck, so it looked as if he was going to choke you.
‘He pins me down like this some nights when I try to back away from him.’ you said.
Ubbe shook his head with a sad sigh.
‘If this is what Ivar has been doing with you then you are no less a virgin now than you were before he chose you. You are a virgin until you enjoy the sex you are having.’ he said.
‘I hear the other women speak of sex so fondly, and though it is a sin I become envious of them.’
‘Would you like to...try it?’ Ubbe offered.
‘Try what?’
‘Sex, enjoyable sex.’ he clarified.
Oh.
Your face went red as you prepared to say no but the word wouldn’t come out. Deep in your heart you knew that you wanted to try having sex that you would enjoy, but it would be adulterous.
Ubbe was your brother in law no less, could God forgive such a sin? Then again was your marriage even real in the Lord’s eyes, it wasn’t done in his ways, maybe it could be premarital sex?
No! You could not do this, and you are going to tell Ubbe this!
‘Y-yes.’ you said so softly even you yourself barely heard it.
Ubbe smiles before he began leaning into you.
‘If you want me to stop just tell me.’ He said before he kissed you.
You never told him to stop, he touched you in ways Ivar never had and he was gentle. That day you truly felt like a woman, like you had truly lost your virginity.
Ubbe let you explore his body as well as your own, he would run his hand over your body to see which parts of you were most sensitive. You would touch him and try the things you’d hear the other women talk about and he would tell you if he liked it.
It was practically educational.
After that day your entire schedule had changed each afternoon you would send the thralls back to the estate to do their chores then you would meet Ubbe in the clearing.
The place where you once worshiped God had become the place where you would commit all kinds of sins with Ubbe. Everyday you would try something new, touching a new place, or a different position. You were learning what you like and Ubbe was always there and willing to help you discover new things.
You never wanted this to end, finally you were seeing a silver lining in the stormy cloud that was living among heathens. Now you truly had the freedom to do as you pleased, in a way that you never had back in your tiny kingdom.
In your heart you were still a Christian, but you were choosing to believe God was forgiving. It was so much harder to ignore the temptation in a place where no one sees anything they are doing as wrong.
Ubbe was also encouraging you to be more expressive and to make decisions for yourself, like choosing clothes you liked and speaking whenever you had something to say.
You still wondered what exactly Ubbe had told his wife about what was going on between the two of you, Margrethe didn’t seem too fond of you, but then again she never was to begin with.
All good things come to an end however, you had been told by an envoy that Ivar’s party was spotted about two days ride away.
With your husband’s inevitable return, you needed to make sure you and Ubbe were on the same page. You were fairly certain that none of the thralls were aware of your rendezvous, and you didn’t want Ubbe to let Ivar become aware of your affair.
‘Well...what are we trying today?’ Ubbe asked as he came into the clearing, already removing his tunic.
‘Nothing...Ubbe, Ivar is returning.’ you told him.
‘I heard, so if you have any other things you’d like to try out-’
‘Ubbe!’ you gasped.
‘What?’ he asked.
‘We can’t do this anymore, don’t you understand? Ivar is coming back and if he heard so much as a word of this he would kill us both.’ you explained.
Ubbe walked up to you and took your hand in his, same as he had weeks ago, when all this had started.
‘I would never tell him, and I would never let him hurt you (Y/N)...not ever.’
‘What can you do to stop him Ubbe? The larger part of the Great Army follow him, he has trusted spies walking all over Kattegat, the only reason they haven’t caught us is because he took the best of them with him. He has the men, the money and the mind to kill anyone he pleases.’
He didn’t have an argument for that, everything you had said was true. Ivar was crazy, the way he thought was unlike any other man in this world, and he had the means to do as he pleased to whoever pleased.
‘I will hold the memories of all we have done close to my heart forever, and I pray that God will forgive all of my sins. I must prepare for my husband’s return, this will be the last time I come here, with Ivar returning I will be being watched just as before.’ you said.
‘(Y/N).’ Ubbe said, placing a kiss on your forehead.
‘Even if you are right, remember that you are his wife, and you are a free woman. If he ever hurts you then you have the right to ask for divorce, Bjorn is the King now. The army is bound to him by their armrings, do not just let Ivar rule over you anymore.’ he advised.
You knew you could never take that advice, it would get you killed, but still you nodded. If only to make Ubbe feel better.
‘If this is our last evening together, then let us enjoy it.’ he said as he lowered himself onto his knees and pushed up your skirts.
You gasped in surprise before you let your head fall back in pleasure, deciding to enjoy this last day of freedom before you returned to your chains.
That day you were surprised you could even walk back to the estate, your legs were still so weak. Honestly all you wanted to do once you were home was bathe and sleep, but that wasn’t an option, you had to prepare the home for Ivar tell the cooks to prepare his favorite meal and tell the healers to have all of Ivar’s usual treatments ready, and give the thralls a few last minute tasks.
As tired as you were sleep was evasive, tomorrow you would have to go back to walking on the eggshells of Ivar’s temper. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when you were woken up by a thrall you were still dead tired.
One of the girls picked out a dress for you, the brown dress, Ivar had picked it out for you when he first brought you here, it was his favorite dress to see you in.
You hated it.
‘Not that one, give the blue one, and I want the silver jewelry.’ you said.
‘Mistress, the master is returning today.’ the girl said.
‘I know, give me the blue dress and the silver jewelry.’ you said firmly.
You were filled with dread even as you were bathed you were meant to be at the docks, waiting with the other wives to see your husband’s safe return. Ivar didn’t like you wearing bright colors, he said it drew other men to look at you in a way no man other than he had any right to.
As you walked to the square you did see a few men spare you a glance, but you didn’t shy away from the attention. You really like this dress, you had it commissioned by one of the best dressmakers in Kattegat.
All the women and children around you were buzzing with excitement, ready to see their beloved husbands and fathers returning home safely. How you wished you could have felt the same way they all did, but how could you?
‘Please, My Lord...be with me in my time of troubles, for one is approaching.’ you whispered as you saw the party approaching the square, Ivar’s cart right in front.
Still as a stone you stone you stood as the other women ran to their husbands’ carts and wagons, even when your husband’s cart was right in front of you and the thralls were going to open the door you remained still.
Ivar’s eyes landed on you, his beautiful wife, with shining eyes, but they lost some of their happiness when he saw what you were wearing.
‘Wife...what are you wearing?’ he asked as he was helped out of the cart, leaning against it while waiting for the thrall inside to hand him his crutch.
You didn’t recognize this thrall.
‘Who is she?’ you asked instead of answering.
Ivar glared, he noticed that you had not only avoided his question, but had even gone so far as to question him.
‘This is Freydis, a thrall I received from the Earl, given to me in good faith.’ he said.
You looked the slave over, and saw her beautiful face and even in thin ragged clothes you could tell she had a gorgeous body. Even now as they were reuniting with their wives some were looking at the thrall at Ivar’s side.
‘Of course...good faith.’ you said plainly.
Ivar didn’t like this tone of yours, not at all. He had just returned after being away for a month and he was ready to have his wife run up to cry how much she had missed him. While away he managed to forgive her not being sadder to see him, maybe she didn’t truly believe that he was really going, but surely now that he’d been gone so long she should be happy to see him.
She should be wearing his favorite dress for her, she should be kissing him the way the other wives did their husbands. Instead she was in this ridiculous blue dress that she no doubt bought with his money, and questioning his faithfulness.
‘Come, I wish to see the house, make sure it as it was when I left...since my wife has clearly changed.’ he snarled, looking you dead in the eye.
‘I apologize if I am behaving strange...Husband.’ you apologized, as you would have before, but you didn’t lower your head.
You looked him in the eye as you spoke, something you could rarely do before, but now it felt easier.
Ivar instructed the thralls to remove his items from the cart and have them brought to the estate while you, he and Freydis walked. He said he wanted the new thrall to become better acquainted with the house since she’d apparently be your personal thrall.
At that you had no reaction, and Ivar noticed it.
He did not like the way you were acting, he had brought you a thrall as a gift, he had safely returned home with even more warriors to fight against his mother’s killer. Ivar had missed her from the moment he got in the cart, and he couldn’t wait to be back in her arms.
Even when the Earl had gifted him with Freydis he knew it was meant to be a bed warmer, but even a beautiful woman like her could compare to his wife in his eyes. Freydis spoke words of encouragement, about how his deformity was a gift from the Gods and how he was greater for having them. Those words had truly touched him, but they were not what he needed to hear.
When he thinks back on the day he first saw his wife in that unimportant kingdom and saw her standing up to a king on behalf of the other women he admired her bravery, then when he met her in his tent and she figured out his little life or death mind game he was impressed by her intelligence.
He knew she was the perfect wife when he asked her what she thought of him and she spoke of how she feared him she said nothing about his legs. She spoke to him as she would have spoken to a man standing nine feet tall man, not some cripple who couldn’t chase her if she tried to run.
Even once they were married she never mentioned his legs or let her eyes linger on them the way others always did. She treated him like a man and he loved her for that, for the way she feared and respected him.
Now she was treating him as if he wasn’t anything important to her, even the fear in her eyes were gone.
Something had to have happened while he was gone, and if it was the last thing he did he was going to find out what it was.
#vikings imagine#ivar the boneless#ivar x reader#ivar lothbrok#Ubbe Lothbrok#ubbe x reader#THE ONE HE CHOSE#finally updated#unhappy marriage#cheating
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Part One
“Yer favorite animal?”
“Elephants.”
“Favorite movie?”
“Goonies. Hands down best ‘80’s movie there is.”
“Band?”
“Backstreet Boys. And Nick was my favorite before you ask.”
“Yer sucha cookie cutter, T. Really, it’s quite cute.” Niall hums. We’ve been playing this game for over an hour. Niall’s excuse was that we didn’t know each other that well so he thought that maybe this would take the pressure off of the traditional way of getting to know someone.
“I grew up listening to the Eagles and Johnny Cash. They’re just not my favorite. Don’t give me any shit, Mr. I-Only-Like-To-Date-Models.” I half-joke sticking my tongue out. Most girls he is seen with are models so it’s partially true. Niall clutches his hand to his chest where his heart should be.
“That cuts deep. Really deep.” He rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself. He readjusts his sunglasses, and smirks.
“What is it?” I quiz, most of my answers haven’t made him look like this. He’s hiding something.
“Notin’,” he says slow. It’s quiet for a few moments before he starts our game back up again.
“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
“Savannah, Georgia.” I sigh like the city was the love of my life. “The history behind that place, man. You ever been?” I ask. I loved Savannah when I went a few years back. Okay, maybe more than a few years back, but it was so beautiful then. I can’t imagine what it looks like now.
“Nah, when I get to travel, I mostly havta spend it in me hotel room. Rarely do I get ta travel ‘round the city,” he sighs. Like looking back on his times with One Direction were truly the greatest times of his life, but the most chaotic. “Kinda sad actually. What ‘bout yeh?”
“I went when I was a freshman in high school. We were studying the Civil War, and part of our learning was going to Savannah. It’s where Sherman marched to burn down the ports so the South couldn’t get any shipments in; I don’t know how well your American history is, but it was a big deal. But when I was there, I felt alive. Kinda funny seeing how everyone says Savannah is haunted.” I feel my face light up. That’s something I’ve never shared with anyone. If I could forget about this life in the spotlight, I would move to Savannah. In all honesty, I don’t know what’s stopping me from doing it.
Fear.
Fear is what’s stopping me. The fear of the unknown. I have my circle where I know I’m safe. Even in LA, I feel safe knowing my mom is a phone call away instead of a country.
It’s nearing 8 p.m. when Niall decides he needs to start looking for a hotel to stay in. The sun had set: the oranges, pinks, and purples filled the cloudy sky right before the sun left the horizon. We’re right outside of Sacramento when Niall decides to ring Tara, his assistant, which reminds me that I’m normally bombarded with texts from Sylvia, but I guess since my schedule was free, I didn’t have anything that she needed to bother me with. Tara’s voice rolls through the car once she picks up the line.
“‘Ello Niall,” her english accent vibrates my leg where its propped against the speaker, and it startles me, which is weird since I knew Niall was calling her. Her voice sounds sweet and soothing, something that Niall would yearn for. Someone who is comforting. Someone who is not me.
“How’s yer holiday?” Niall asks, he’s smiling. The headlights of the other drivers traveling south pass over his face, giving him his very own spotlight every so often.
“‘S good. Whatcha need, love?”
Love. I’ve never understood the English and their terms of endearment. Niall isn’t the love of Tara’s life. That’s her boss. Why is she calling him love?
“Can ya book Townes and me two hotel rooms? We’re in Sacramento, and we’re tired. T was yawning earlier.”
“I was not!” I chirp, completely baffled that Niall caught my sign of sleep deprivation. I hated that I couldn’t sleep in this morning. “I was… stretching my mouth.” I felt completely embarrassed at what just came out of my mouth. Me and my word vomit.
“‘Ello Townes. How’s the trip?” she asks as if she is genuinely interested. Maybe these people aren’t so bad. Wait, Townes you’re apart of these people. Shit.
“It’s good,” I say sighing. “Tired of seeing pavement though.” Tara laughs. She knows about our trip. She knew that we would be traveling for 3 days. Fuck.
“Oi, Tara,” Niall speaks up, trying to get Tara’s attention. “Can ya make sure there’s peanut butter in Tara’s cabin? That pancake place didn’t have any.”
“Uh, yeah. You like smooth or crunchy, Townes?” Tara asks. I can hear her typing away on a computer possibly. She’s really good at her job.
“Creamy. And it doesn’t matter the brand.” I say. Is Niall really going to make sure that I get my peanut butter on my pancakes? I smile secretly, hoping he doesn’t see the grin on my face.
“Alright. I’ll get it there. And Horan,” Tara pauses for a second, “there’s only a motel available. Couple conventions are in town and there’s no hotel rooms for the night. It’s on the other side of the city though, and it’s one room.”
“Book it. Before anyone else does please. Does it have two beds at least?” Niall asks. His lips are pressed together forming a hard line on his face. He seems agitated. Maybe I’m the cause. If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t be in this situation.
“Done. You two are booked for tonight at the luxurious Sacramento Inn. I’ll send you the dets.”
“Thanks Tara.” Before Tara could respond, Niall hangs up with a touch of a button from the steering wheel. He huffs as he rubs his forefinger and middle finger of his left hand across his cupid’s bow. I look down at my lap. I started fidgeting with my nails- a nervous habit of mine; I feel so guilty. “Shoulda planned this out better.” For some reason I feel like this is all my fault, and it’s killing me on the inside.
Getting across Sacramento was hell. Niall was weaving in and out of the bumper-to-bumper traffic that stood still for miles within the city limits. He cut people off, having them honk their horns at us, pretty sure a guy flipped us off, but I can’t be a hundred percent sure because I refused to look. I couldn’t understand Niall when he was mumbling curse words; his accent was way too thick for anyone to understand. I hated his road rage; I had ahold of the “oh shit handle” for the entire ride through Sacramento until we pulled into the two story motel’s driveway.
The neon flashing arrow sign read “No Vacancy”. I give Niall a quick look, hoping Tara booked our room in time. The office was a small building away from the motel, but it was right next to the pool that currently was inhabited by a family of four- a mom and her three children. Niall had parked the car under the awning before he went inside to check in. With these few minutes alone, I took a deep breath. I really am here, alone, in a city that I’ve never been to, on the way to a place that’s secluded to write a song on a topic I know nothing about. I check my phone for the time and any texts that might have come in.
It was close to 10 p.m. and I had three texts from my mom.
“Hey babygirl, I checked your apartment. Everything is good.”
Another line.
“Love you.”
Another text.
“Have fun and be safe.”
I text her back thanking her and telling her that I love her as Niall opens up the car door, beaming.
“Luxury suite on the top floor. 213.” We pull into the parking lot adjacent to our room. The doors face the outside, something I’m not too comfortable with, but for one night I’ll make do. I insist on taking my own luggage up to our room, however Niall grabbed my bags and began dragging them up the metal staircase.
The room was small and stuffy, exactly what you pay for a cheap motel. Dark tan walls were met with two queen beds that were made up with a maroon quilt and white sheets. The air conditioner made a metal grinding sound as it kicked on when I stepped closer to the bathroom.
“I’m gonna take a shower.” I’m short, physically I’m tired. Mentally I’m wide awake. I’m staying in a motel room with Niall. Granted I’ve been with guys before, but why is it that everytime I look at Niall I feel a combination of throwing up and throwing myself on him. I close the off white door, locking it, before I grip the rim of the sink. I sigh before looking myself in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes are evident and almost unbearable. I roll my neck around hoping the tension will subside, but no help came. I turn on the shower, letting the water heat up.
The hot water rolls down my body which helps relieve the tension from riding all day. I close my eyes and begin to wash my hair. The steam opens up my sinuses and I begin to sing. The white walls that make up this small bathroom bounce my voice off, so Niall can definitely hear me.
Walking out in only gym shorts and a white shirt with no bra makes my heart jump. Fuck.
I breathe deep and turn the door knob. Whatever Niall’s reaction is, I’ll accept. I know that I’m not what he’s used to, but this is me.
I open up the door and walk out.
“Hey...Niall?”
Nothing.
The air conditioner kicks off, but Niall hasn’t responded.
“Niall?” I walk around the corner, and I’m standing in the hotel room alone.
Niall is nowhere to be found.
#niall#niall james horan#niall horan#niall au#niall horan au#niall fanfic#niall horan fanfic#niall imagine#niall horan imagine#think about us
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{February Collection} #5
Possessive
“All that you are is all that I will ever need...and it is you, I need.”
“I-I don’t...I don’t understand h-how you all can...l-love me so much, so fast?”
Fintan Rivershire opened his bright yellow eyes, stunned that Monica couldn’t, that she didn’t see what they all saw in her. After a moment his surprise gave way to amusement, especially when she heard his deep chuckle and buried her face in his bare chest. Around them, Fintan’s luxurious rooftop penthouse was silent; it was just them, just the two lifemates for a full 24 hours. He’d pulled his rank and used his influence and relationship with the Patriarch Atamu for this privilege and he felt it was well-earned. It was no secret, now, that the Triquetra has been here for the past year but have respectfully given the space to Monica that she asked for. Fintan didn’t blame Monica for her request; none of them did. He understood the might of his empire, the sheer number of Company members was enough to make competition wither and bow out for fear of being completely eradicated. When it came to Monica, it was as if she blinked and overnight she had not just a Tribe, but an entire Empire full of hundreds of men who were claiming to be her soulmates, more lifemates to add to her ranks and Fintan understood she was overwhelmed. Who wouldn’t be? It was that understanding and that compassionate caring that had Fintan shaking hands with Atamu when the Patriarch asked him to give Monica a year to get used to the idea of them being around. The Triquetra were here, every day of 2018 same as every member of the Family, but they gave Monica her respectful space and they simply contented themselves to watching her, learning about her, loving her from a distance until 2018 concluded and with it, their year of separation. Now that it was 2019, the Triquetra fully merged with the Family and Monica could no longer shy away from them and the knowledge that they were hers, same as the Dreadful’s.
“Atamu warned me that you didn’t think very much of yourself,” Fintan’s deep, thick accent spoke of his Celtic homeland same as his red hair and the pale complexion that complimented extremely handsome, if not archaic features. FIntan was in his late 40′s and he looked it the same way one can taste a good, aged whisky the moment they put it to their lips. “He told me,” Fintan continued, lowering his head to speak against the soft strands of Monica’s hair, “that I must always work to keep you from shying away from my love and affection.”
Monica made a quiet, little noise that spoke of her standing as a babygirl who needed the comforting touch of a Daddy and Fintan delivered as if on instinct. His strong arm was already around her waist, keeping her naked form pressed to his as he wasn’t allowing any space between them. He spent a year without her and as far as he was concerned, he had lost time to make up for. That year was part of why Atamu had enforced Fintan was allowed to have this time with Monica uninterrupted. Fintan was to the Triquetra what Atamu was to the Tribe, and while Fintan was not a Patriarch he had his standing and it was something he carried in the proud line of his broad shoulders and in the accented clip of his voice. He spoke with authority and that authority is what made Monica feel safe with him. Fintan treated her much as Atamu did; he protected her, treated her as a little doll and he’d told her between their lovemaking that he wanted her to think of him as her safe place in the Company. There were so many of them who wanted her that it might be scary, it might be difficult, but he would always be her safe place--
“And if you cannot get to me, find Hayden. I trust Hayden with every part of me and that means you, little love. He will protect you same as I do. When you think to call out for Atamu, think of us as well.”
This time with Fintan had taught Monica a lot about the Company; she was hearing names she had never seen around but Fintan reassured her, they all knew who she was. It had taken some doing, but Fintan reassured her repeatedly that the same way the Tribe loved her, the Company did, too--but that led her back to her question of, how? How can so many love her so fast?
“Did you question the Dreadful’s as you are questioning us, my love?” Fintan showed off a bit of his prowess as a gifted psychic, an Oracle-type supernatural gifted with precognition and telepathy on a level some could only dream of. It helped explain why Fintan was a figurehead in the business world; he could always be two steps ahead of everyone, and that was also why he would be perfect for Monica. Two steps ahead meant he could always catch her before she ever stumbled.
“I-I...I just don’t...ever think a-about what you guys think of me.” Monica mumbled, taking comfort in the warm heat of Fintan’s chest. He smelled like wood spice and it was a scent she took comfort in. He was a steady presence, always calm and in control and she responded to that about him immediately.
“Atamu has said it and I will say it, now,” Fintan turned his head, resting his cheek against Monica’s forehead. “That needs to change.”
Monica would have blushed a pretty crimson if she could have; the knowledge that Atamu and Fintan had talked so much about her made her tummy flip and she wanted to shy away from that...but Fintan had just drawn attention to that bad habit of hers. She bit at her lip, one fang sliding against the swollen fullness of her lower lip, reminding her of the drugging, draining kisses Fintan had been bestowing upon her all night. The sun was rising on the end of their private day together but Monica was in no rush to move; she was beautifully spent and sore, her body a testament of Fintan’s loving claim, with bruises left on her throat, her breasts, her hips, between her thighs--there was nowhere Fintan’s mouth hadn’t laid claim to, hours spend languidly exploring a body he’d been denied for a year and Monica had never felt such desperate need in such a collected man, before. Fintan hadn’t rushed, he’d displayed infinite patience and even when she’d begged him to lift his head from between her thighs he’d merely smiled and dipped his tongue deeper, his voice in her head asking her to be patient with him and his love, for he was a needy, greedy man who was used to getting what he wanted--and what he wanted, was her.
“It has always been you,” Fintan caught her thought with ease, his breath feathering over Monica’s bangs and causing her to smile without thinking. “It has been, for me, for Atamu, for my nephews and my niece. It has been you for the Company, as well, and you wish to know why?”
Fintan’s question came out genuine, and Monica nodded even if she wasn’t certain she could handle the answer. Some part of her needed to hear this, to be reassured of the love she never wanted to lose.
“It is the same reason for us as it is for you.”
It seemed...easy. Too easy, that for a moment Monica even started to shake her head. It couldn’t be the same! The Family was...there was a stirring in her mind, a touch she recognized as Milano’s and she knew without having to ask he would make good on the promise he’d made recently, that she would stop putting the Family above herself. Milano’s dark, yet comforting presence in her mind stilled her protest, her rush to deflect and to argue, even as he filled her mind with the image of wrapping her in an unbreakable, safe, possessive hold.
“I would say something to our...uninvited guest, but he’s got the right idea.” Fintan urged Monica’s head up, those luminescent eyes of his seeming to nail her to the bed he’d spent hours claiming her upon. Their bed. “I want you to hear what I’m saying, to really hear me, Monica.” Fintan slipped his arm up, catching her fingers to bring to the heat of his mouth, refusing to let her gaze go. “We love you wholly, completely, we loved you instantly because what you feel for us, we feel for you. You have been and always will be our world, as we are your world.”
Monica knew the world didn’t always feel safe, and sometimes she was too tired, too drained, to fight what might make her feel a little insecure, a little defensive and unsafe. The Family didn’t fight her on that, and no one ever tried to make her feel anything other than what she was at that particular moment...but in this moment, Monica closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel FIntan’s physical presence, his protective form cradling her, and the way Milano cradled her in her mind, surrounding her on all sides so that the cold world waiting just outside the penthouse seemed a little...far away. It was easy to tell herself negative things, to convince herself that insecurity was what she deserved and what she didn’t deserve was the Family that would move heaven and earth for her, but it didn’t feel good to tell herself these things. In a low moment, what one needs is to look up, and Monica had someone here to help her. Fintan ran his thumb over the back of Monica’s hand, giving her a handsome, soft smile as his eyes warmed to liquid sunshine and Monica felt the response in the stirring of her still heart. As much as she may want to deny the might of the Triquetra Empire--she could hardly take the Dreadful’s claiming her!--right now it felt good to know if she asked Fintan, he could fill the penthouse with hundreds of men who were at her beck and call, who worshiped her because they loved her and she...loved them, too.
“Atamu was right about something else,” Fintan spoke so lowly, so intimately, it reminded Monica of flames licking over her skin like a brand. He nosed against her cheek, urging her head up further so he could speak against her mouth. “You’re such a good girl, Monica.”
Fintan claimed her mouth in the next instant, as if he couldn’t help himself, and if Monica searched his mind she would find he couldn’t. Everything Fintan told her over the last day had been true, and there was even more he hadn’t been able to put to words, no matter how eloquently--but Monica believed all he said and all the things he didn’t say. He loved her, they loved her, and even when the world wanted to cave in and take her with it, she felt she could resist the urge to give in to how it felt when she felt Fintan’s lips over hers, his body so much larger she knew she could weather any storm by his side.
“You can, little one, my good little girl,” Fintan encouraged her thoughts, fed them as one might a small child, with a tender but insistent touch. “I know it can be terrifying to give of yourself to someone else but if you trust me, if you trust my Empire, we will never let you down. I swear it, on this heart that beats for you.”
Fintan moved Monica’s little hand to his chest, knew she felt and heard his heartbeat and that she could read the truth in his tone that he meant what he said. Her fingertips trembled against his skin and he smiled in response.
“I have waited a year, Monica, to ask you and I cannot wait a single second longer.” Fintan’s eyes were restless, raking over her face with the same brilliance as the sun. “Can I call you mine, now? Can I tell my Empire that their love is finally here with us? Finally home where she belongs?”
Monica wanted to turn her face, to hide from the raw emotions she could see on Fintan’s face but she...wanted this. She wanted him, she wanted what he was offering, and she bit her lower lip, nodding. “Y-Yes--”
“Allow me to be selfish,” Fintan released her hand, cupping her cheek. “Tell me, my love, tell me you’re mine.”
“I-I’m y-yours,” Monica managed, but the end of her sentence was swallowed by Fintan’s greedy mouth, making good on what he’d spent the last 24 hours telling her. Promising her--once she gave herself to him, to them, never again would she ever find herself alone and at the mercy of a world too big, too scary, for her to face. That is the forever promise of the possessive lover.
And now, Monica had more possessive lovers than she could name on all her safe, protected little fingers and toes.
#{theme} : for monica#{collection} : february 2019#{character} : fintan rivershire#{ tweaked the original idea to fit possessive and protective in the same hand }#{ i mean they already are but i wanted to amplify the fluff }#{ babygirl needed the fluff AND FLUFF SHE SHALL HAVE }
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Loving her - Damian Wayne x Irey West
Warnings: none
In which Irey gets hurt and Damian and Wally have a heart-to-heart while waiting for their miracle.
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“Damian”, a voice said, but it was just an empty sound to his ears. He realized it was Grayson’s before he had to change positions and look at him. The man cleared his raspy voice before speaking again, “Are you coming home?”
The former Robin looked down at his brother, then at his best friend next to him. Wally West was broken. It didn’t take a detective to figure that out. Just like Damian, his head was down, his eyes fixed on the floor. They sat in silence, waiting for the doctor to come out of the room. Or for a miracle.
Damian didn’t need to reply for him to understand that he was nowhere near leaving that hospital hall. And he understood.
He shouldn’t have let her go on that mission. He should’ve listened to everyone who kept telling him it was dangerous even for a warrior like him - Grayson, her father. Himself. But she had pleaded with those big, stupid green eyes of hers. And he had given in.
And now, solely because of him, she was not only at the verge of losing her powers - but of losing her life as well.
He wouldn’t forgive himself if she died. He’d break Wally. He’d break Linda. He’d break Jai, one of his best friends - one of the very few people that had trusted him to take care of Iris, for God’s sake. And he had failed them all. Maybe he was incompetent after all. Maybe he had never deserved the mantle of Robin, if he hadn’t even been able to look after his own team.
“Damian”, he heard again. Only this time, it wasn’t Grayson’s voice. He opened his light eyes, now somehow darker, and noticed that the redheaded man next to him was looking at him with the same eyes he had seen earlier on, when he had looked at himself in the mirror.
He didn’t dare to say anything. Wallace West was one of the very few men he had respect for, the others being Grayson, Pennyworth and his own father. It wasn’t just the mere fact that he was the Flash - one of the most underrated yet most dangerous superheroes out there. But he was also Iris’ father.
When he had been younger, the respect he had for that man would’ve added up to zero. Surprisingly enough for him, after having discovered he was Iris’ father, something inside him changed. Maybe it was the secret admiration he had for the youngest speedster, that somehow transferred to her father. Maybe it was because he knew he wasn’t fond of his friendship with her, and he was deep inside scared that he’d prohibit them from seeing each other again.
One way or another, as he grew older, he found out that, for all those years, he had respected Wally West because he was important to Iris. And, whether he wanted to admit it or not, Iris West was the most important thing on his life. Whatever made her happy or sad, it’d instantly have the same effect on him. And he couldn’t help it one bit. He didn’t want to, either.
He realized way too late that he was in love. After long, non-desired talks with Grayson, he found out things about himself he didn’t even want to acknowledge. Because he was afraid to. And life was easier without feelings.
What did it matter anymore? He was probably not going to see her again. She’d leave without knowing he would’ve died for her, if he had been given the chance. Without knowing she had molded him into the man he is today, into the emotional mess he swore he’d never become. And it was all because of her.
“Damian”, Wally repeated, his voice still and emotionless.
“Sorry”, the Boy-Wonder muttered, realizing he had zoned out.
Wally looked down again, playing with his fingers nervously. Up until recently, he had not been particularly fond of his daughter’s friend. Oh, who was he trying to fool?
After finding out that his precious, innocent little angel had a rather hopeless crush on the former assassin, he had questioned what on earth he had done wrong to deserve something like that. When Dick confessed the demon was also crushing on Irey, his heart had sunk.
Their friendship had already been rocky enough - he didn’t need his babygirl to suffer in a romantic relationship as well.
It wasn’t until too late that he realized he had misread the whole thing.
He started noticing the little gestures, the looks, the way Damian tried so smoothly to protect her without giving away that he was both scared and in love. He almost chuckled. They may have chosen to follow different paths, but both of them shared the same genuine love for Iris. And, maybe too late, he realized that was enough for him.
“Thank you for taking care of her”, the Flash said, his voice barely audible to Damian. He paused. Then, “I hope you don’t think this is your fault”.
The boy stayed silent, processing one of the first things the man had told him without accusing him of whatever. “Only it is”, he chose to say, sulking in his demons again.
Wally looked at Damian by the corner of his eyes, then shook his head. “I know how you’re feeling”, he spoke. “Whenever something happens to her... I always blame myself. Even if wasn’t there”, he explained. He paused again, eyeing the expression on the boy’s face. “But that’s because I love her”.
Damian fought back an imminent blush. Confessing his love for her to Grayson had been hard enough - he didn’t want to be having the exact conversation with her own father.
“I care a lot about her”, he said carefully.
Wally’s lips curved into a small smile. For a second, it felt as if he was talking to Jai. To his own son.
He hesitated, recalling how Dick had warned him about Damian and emotions. “I know it’s none of my business”, he started. “But I’m both a father and a grown adult, and I notice things”.
Damian raised an eyebrow, his heart pounding fast. The speedster kept talking. “I know that what you feel for Iris is much more than simply care for her”, he said, finding himself struggling to let the words out. “And it’s okay. I won’t kill you. It’s not my life after all, kid”.
Damian meditated his words. If West knew, maybe he hadn’t been so subtle with the whole hiding his feelings thing. Maybe those feelings couldn’t be hidden.
Seeing that he wasn’t talking, Wally continued. “If there’s something my family has taught me is that love doesn’t make you weak, Damian”, he said, searching for his eyes until blue met green. Damian was incapable of saying a single word. What was with Wests and leaving him speechless? “Love makes you strong - and being proud of being in love will make you the strongest man on Earth”
Just as he was about to answer, a door opened softly, revealing a doctor with a small smile on his face. Both men immediately stood up. “She’s awake and stable”, he said.
Wally nodded, then gestured Damian to go first. “It’s your daughter”, the boy said.
The man shrugged and put a hand on his broaden shoulder. “And that’s why I’m telling you to go first”, the speedster smiled.
Damian obeyed. And there, lying peacefully on the whitest bed he had ever seen, her signature smile on her face and her green eyes bright as he remembered, was Iris, gesturing for both men to get closer.
Wally couldn’t help himself and, in half a millisecond, he was by his daughter’s bedside, hugging her as if his life depended on it. He couldn’t blame him. Damian, on the other hand, stood behind, hands in his pockets, resisting the urge to hold her for dear life.
Irey loosened an arm that had been wrapped around his father, and extended it as if to tell him to get closer. He did, and within a second his arms were also wrapped around her, his side collapsing clumsily against Wally’s.
But he didn’t care. Because she was there, safe and with him. And she will stay with him, with everyone she ever loved. Even if he had to pay with his own life.
As he sunk his head between her shoulder and her neck, breathing in her scent, he planted a small kiss on her burning skin. He wasn’t afraid to say it anymore. God, he even wanted to scream it until his words disappeared into thin air.
He was in love with Iris West.
#i had to#my babies#damian wayne#irey west#flash#batboys#wally west#teen titans#tiny titans#damirey#damian x irey#speeddemon
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Summer Love
PJM x Reader
Genre: Smut and slight fluff, Friends to Lovers AU,
Warning(s): M for Mature, Dirty talk, language.
Summary: Y/N and Jimin knew each other since they were in kindergarten and initially he only saw her as a sister but as time went on, he started seeing her in other ways and wanted her. Then one summer everything changed for the both of them.
A/N: This is my first fic! I hope you enjoy it and some constructive criticism and suggestions would be gladly appreciated! PSA: Have safe sex !!
It was a scorching hot day at your place even with all the windows and doors open, Y/N and her mother were waiting for the carpet to dry up only to realize that it would take more time than they could wait there for, Y/N was getting restless and wanted to visit her neighbor, so she walked a min down her street and rang the doorbell, Your favorite aunty opened the door and welcomed you in, “Heyyy! How’ve you been Y/N?” She asked, “I’ve been super busy but good!” You answered. You were proud of your outfit for that day which was a cropped burgundy tshirt with tight yoga leggings which outlined your curves very well and a a high pony to keep hair out of your face, with of course a red velvet scrunchie... you were really into the color red for some reason.
As you sat down and started talking to her you noticed a tall, tanned and handsome figure enter the room in his pajamas. You knew instantly who it was... Park Jimin. You two had a confusing relationship, but part of you enjoyed it, you were “friends with benefits but not complete benefits” you two had always stayed in touch and he considered you attractive and was desperate to fuck you, but you were a minor and he wasn’t. Not to mention the fact that both of you were virgins. You exchanged eye contact and looked away as you felt your cheeks slightly heat up as he raised his eyebrows at you.
You were ushered into the kitchen by his mom and were served some food since you had not had lunch, before you were served you felt a pair of eyes staring right through you. You smirked and thought, “Just a little bit of teasing can’t be so bad, can it?” As you pretended to stretch your back by jutting your ass in his direction. You turned around to see the same eyebrow raise again and you silently cheered at the progress you had made.
A few minutes later he came out of the shower in a navy blue button up with a pair of orang-ish pants and went straight to his room, you were already in front of his hallway mirror fixing your hair when you heard his deep but somewhat rusky voice from behind her, “Hair up or down?” He asked fixing his hair in the mirror as well, you stared at his hair for a good second before saying “Hair up.” And went back to applying your lip balm. He walked into his room and sat down and said in his deep but husky voice, “What’s poppin?” Your stomach jumped a little and spoke steadily trying to hide the quiver in your voice, “It’s been busy, I’m just waiting to take a dip in my pool honestly.” At that he chuckled a little which surprised you but you hid it. “Going to meet a high school friend eh?” You asked, “Yeah” he answered.
It was awkward silence after that for a few moments and both of you were on your phones. You were on snapchat when you got a notification saying, “Jiminie💕 is typing...” You peeked a side glance before you got another notification that he was done typing:
Jiminie💕: Can have a peek at that ass doe?
You looked at him with a look that said “seriously?” and he whispered, “Just a peek.” He slightly pleaded. You anyways couldn’t handle the sexual tension that was in the air so she thought why not. “Fine.” You said as both got up and came closer to each other, Jimin’s lips came on yours quick and slightly needy which took your breath away but the kiss was short lived as You were immediately turned around and felt his member grind up against your ass and even gave it a nice tight slap with such intensity y/N’s tight yoga pants were pretty thin which meant you felt it all and gasped, but suddenly Jimin’s hand came over your mouth to silence that gasp knowing both of your parents were right down the hall, keeping it quiet was essential. He pulled your leggings down to ogle at your ass which kind of embarrassed you but you were to aroused to care. “God damn...” he said as he stared and slowly kneaded the flesh.
He then sat on the bed and pulled you close and had you sit on one of his thighs which was kind of uncomfortable for you so as a bold move you decided to straddle his hips. Jimin in response to your move then just laid back saying, “Do your thing boo” which made you freeze. That was the only problem, you’d always let him do what he wanted so you never knew what to do, “You know I don’t know what to do.” In a matter of fact tone. He then sat up and then started kissing you sensually while playing with her nipple, heightening your senses as he knew just when and where to apply pressure and when and where not to. You were quietly whimpering hoping for more while a couple of tongue slips were going on simultaneously which did nothing but dampen the area between your legs.
In response to his tongue and fingers you grinded up against him to which he made a small grunt and tightened his grip on your ass, Y/N smirked in satisfaction. Your kiss came to an end when he broke the kiss. Y/N was in a euphoric state of mind and her lips were still a little wet from her make out session with Jimin as she got off him and went back to her phone.
Jimin then stepped out of the room for something and came back to seeing your ass right up in his face as soon as he entered, which did nothing but tempt him to do it again, he silently came up from behind you and spanked your ass once again, you immediately reacted, “Hey!” Turning around with a playfully questioning look on your face to which he admitted with his hands up in defeat, “I couldn’t help it.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your phone.
A few moments later you felt the house go quiet only to realize there were no adults except for you and Jimin. “Where did everyone go?” You questioned as you moved to his corner of the room where the window was to see. “Out for a walk” he replied. You didn’t hear him stand up but you suddenly felt a blow of warm air fanning the expanse of your neck as you tilted loving the feeling of his breath on you and the small pecks he was giving causing breathy moans to spill from your lips, soon those tiny pecks turned into harsh suckling on your neck as lovely blossoms bloomed over your neck until he found your sweet spot and left a dark purple mark earning a hearty moan from you, “Jiminnn...” He immediately stopped and reminded you what to call him.
Jimin proceeded to remove your clothes out of which your slim figure slipped out of only to feel super conscious about you being nude in front of him, you immediately covered your breasts and crossed your legs. “Babygirl you’ve got a great body, don’t be shy ok? And definitely not with me. Wow.. my favorite bra babygirl.” He said in the softest voice ever which was a severe swerve from his previous tone of voice. You nodded and weakly smiled. You ogled at him taking his shirt off and slipping out of his pants to see his hard member bugle out. Your mouth watered slightly as you heard him smirk and say, “Like what you see? Care to help me though babygirl?” Before you went down on him you warned him “I’ve never done this fyi so yeah..” hinting at how inexperienced you were. You rolled a condom on and went for it.
You gave the hard tip a nice lick; Jimin shuddered “Fuck babygirl...go on, don’t tease daddy... but since you did, you’re not allowed to touch yourself as you suck my dick, understood?”You nodded. You decided to surprise him by taking him whole in one go which was surprisingly easy for you.. you thanked yourself for having an overly flexible jaw and an amazing gag reflex. “FUCK!” His head flew back and eyes shut in ecstasy. You created a steady rhythm with Jimin’s hand on the back of your head and soon enough he was a sweating hot mess “Shit baby- F..fuck! I’m-c..close!” He stuttered out. And before you knew it his warm release was filling up the condom and his breathing was steadying itself slowly.
You got back up and turned to throw the tied up condom when you were pushed up against the wall to see Jimin’s brown eyes staring back at you with his face right in front of your throbbing core, “P-pleaseeee daddy.” You begged, sucking him clean turned you on so much that you couldn’t even touch yourself! He started off with small swipes on your clit, you were a hot mess under his control and you loved it. He then sped things up by hoisting your leg on his shoulder and flicking his tongue
while secretly slipping two of his long digits into you making you moan out his name, “Fuuuck daddy.. yesss ohmygod!”. “That’s it babygirl, I want to hear your beautiful moans filling this room up!” He said as he added a third digit and sucked harshly at your clit. Soon you felt the knot building up in your abdomen coming close to exploding. “Daddy... I’m so..so close!” You panted out “Come for me my love.” Said Jimin and that was it, you came hard, so hard around his digits and mouth that you were panting and he had only fingered you. He slid his fingers out of you and gave your clit a quick suck to which you shuddered out of the sensitivity.
“Jump.” He ordered and you jumped to wrap your legs around his waist as he led you to the bed and laid you down to go and wear a condom. He then came back and was already positioning his hard tip at your entrance but looked up at you before doing so, “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked genuine concern flashing across his face. You vigorously nodded “Yes..I am.” You huffed out not realizing the breath you were holding in. You were already dripping from his previous stunt that your juices were a natural lubricant. You gasped and groaned a little at the intrusion which made Jimin stop abruptly, “You good Y/N?” “Yeah, keep going.” You huffed out. The stretch made both of you moan “Fuck babygirl you’re so tight... oh my god!” He said as he was completely inside of you at this point. “Are you ready princess?” He asked before moving. You nodded as you couldn’t take the stillness. He started off slow and rhythmic. Pain soon turned into pleasure for you as relieved moans were oozing out your plump lips. You couldn’t believe this was happening and the thought of doing this when both your parents could come back home any moment turned you on immensely.
“Daddy..” you said. “Yeah babygirl?” Jimin asked as he stared into your eyes with nothing with love and lust “Harder.” you said. “You gotta beg for it baby doll.” He said as a sly smirk painted his face. “Pleaseee daddyyyy!” You begged knowing how much it turned him on. He then sped up and rubbed your clit simultaneously which made your eyes roll into the back as you saw nothing but stars as your back arched into him. “You’re beautiful baby.” He said as he saw you. He played with your breasts again which heightened your senses as you moaned his name out again. He flipped you over and fucked you so well you were on cloud nine thanks to him, you felt a hand come down on your ass, “You like that babygirl?” He teased as you moaned in response and earned yourself another slap except on the other side as he pulled your hair while doing so. You both were a moaning mess as both of you were close to your climaxes. “Daddy... I’m close.. ah! Fuck!” You held onto him for dear life since he was making you feel so good. Your impending orgasm crashed over you like a giant wave. You clenched around him so tightly he climaxed with you too, “Fuck baby, you were amazing. Yes just like that!” He said as he helped himself and you ride your high out.
You both were glistening in sweat, the glow that you heard celebrities get after sex is what both of you had. He removed himself from you and went to throw the used condom away and came back with towel, you were too tired to move. “Ahh!” You jumped as you suddenly felt a rough yet soft material on your sensitive core. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok. I’m just cleaning you up.” “Oh” you said relieved. He helped you up as you were still weak but not that bad. You both looked at each other in love at how such a sweet angel can be such a dominating man in bed.
Jimin’s POV: “God she’s glowing. I can’t believe she’s my first....”
He snaked his arm around the small of your waist once again and this time you felt it. He pulled you close and kissed you passionately but that was interrupted when both of your heads turned to the sounds of your parents coming back from their walk. You looked at each other, eyes wide as saucers “Fuck.” You both said as you scurried around grabbing clothes, “Throw me my pants babe.” “Throw me my bra.” You both threw each other their respective clothes and fixed your appearances to the best of each of your abilities. You were grabbing you bag and heading out when your hand was tugged back. You turned to see Jimin staring at you, “I hope you’re ok Y/N.” He said in the most genuine tone ever it melted you. “I have never felt better, thank you Jimin.” You said as you kissed his smooth forehead. As you turned around to leave you felt a sharp sting on your ass. “Ou-!” You couldn’t complete your sentence as you realized he had slapped your ass once more and covered your mouth again. “We should do this again, what do you say babygirl?” He whispered seductively in your ear. You decided to play along as you grinded your ass on him and replied, “Yes daddy.” As you winked and walked out quietly giggling hearing his low groans to your boldness.
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To her next “forever”:
Hey, I know you’re probably so confused as to why I would ever write anything directed to you, I now what youre thinking but just hear me out. The girl you’re with was someone who I once considered to be the love of my life, I once loved the girl you are with right now and I loved her with my whole heart. It wasn’t ever just a game to me. It wasn’t a relationship to pass the time, and although it had its fair share of complications, it was everything I wanted in my life then and all I thought i’d need in the future. But life got in the way and theres was nothing either of us could do to stop it from doing so.I’ve had my time to cry and wonder if I had made the biggest mistake of my life, if I should’ve kept on fighting or if this was simply the way of the universe telling me that there’s some kind of different plan for me, I still don’t know the answer to that but ill still wait for it.I won’t lie to you, it hurts. It hurts to picture her with someone else. It hurts to wonder if she says the same things to you that she once said to me, but im sure it will eventually stop hurting. Until then, I have some things I want you to know about her.Things you won’t know right away, things that make her happy and things that don’t, things that took one year for me to learn. I won’t say everything because I still want to keep certain things to myself.
Take care of her for me,
she likes warm tea, and bitter coffee drinks.. i never understood why.
Her music taste is all over the place.. she'll even listen to your requests, just don't get upset when she doesn't like it, she can be brutally honest at times, learn to love it just like i did.
She loves to be touched, in the most innocent ways at times. She loves compliments even through she says she hates them. tell her how beautiful her eyes are. update her on the gray ring around her pupil, tell her it looks smaller, she's always been afraid the gray will take over the beautiful shades of hazel and green. call her sweet names, she loves to be called baby, babygirl, and well everything in spanish. she thinks it sounds more genuine in spanish for some reason. She loves soup, specially " sopa de letritas" and " estrellitas" they all tasted the same to me but for some reason i started to enjoy those two the most. she doesn't have a specific favorite color, even though she says she does, she changes every month or two.. from red, to black to gray and every other one, and gets mad when you tell her that wasn't her favorite color a month ago. She loves chicken nuggets, not any kind tho.. she loves chicken nuggets from jack in the box and french fries from mcdonald's, also ask for some buffalo sauce at jack in the box.. it used to be our thing but you can make it yours because i know how much she loves it. she loves to be cold and absolutely hates to be hot. she loves the feeling of being under millions of blankets and be warm, but never hot.. if she does get hot she'll get in this whiny mood that gets fixed with the help of food and kisses. She has an obsession with puppies, it's so bad it can even make her cry. she'll steal your tshirts and hoodies, even though she might have the same one, she'll want to keep yours too. she obsesses over things she has no clue about, she loves starwars and harry potter but has never watched the movies or read the books. she loves musicals and i'm sorry to tell you you'll have to learn every song to them, don't worry though.. you'll start to enjoy them eventually.
she loves disney and obviously Disnleyland, specially tomorrowland.
she loves Aladdin and a Nightmare Before Christmas too, those are two of her millions of favorite movies. she knows every word to a lot of movies she'll make you watch, she'll recite almost the entire movie, do not get stressed or annoyed, you'll learn to love it, eventually you'll enjoy more to look at her than the actual movie. ask her about her favorite movies if you want an almost 2 hour rant you will for sure enjoy, not because of what she's saying but because she's just so passionate about the things she likes. she'll say your full name when she's angry. She'll hold your hand and compare the size of them, she has tiny hands and she loves it. she calls them her "baby hands" it's cute. She has an obsession with makeup, and you’ll know every brush and will know every name to each thing that goes on her face when you least expect it. She loves remembering old shows that she used to watch when she was a kid.. like Teletubbies and Rolie Polie Olie, we used to watch them late at night and for some reason we found them absolutely hilarious. She’s incredibly smart, its actually amazing how you can go from having the most stupid and pointless conversations to speaking about afterlife and the deepest things. You’ll have different opinions and perspectives, don’t let her change yours and don’t try to change hers because these differences are what make the conversations even better. She thinks a lot, like a.. lot so don’t give her too many bad things to think about, shell think about them 3 nights in a row. She gets sad, really sad at times.. specially at around 1:40a.m, just know theres nothing wrong with you, you’re doing enough… give her lots of reassurance, tell her everything is going to be fine and that you won’t ever leave her side, and when she wakes up shell be that happy beautiful girl that you love. She doesn’t like walking alone, she absolutely hates it for reasons that she will eventually tell you. She doesn’t trust people easily so consider yourself lucky if she even dares so mention the reasons as to why she doesn’t like walking alone. She can get scared at times, hold her. Make beautiful promises. Love her. I know you’ll love her but im sorry to tell you no one will love her like I did. Make her happy. Make her laugh. She knows how to fake her laugh by the way… if she laughs for longer than 5 minutes and continues to do so every once in a while after the joke is no longer even funny, you did a good job. She’ll laugh at it whenever you bring it up, no matter if its a month after it happened. Like I said, theres things Im not going to mention like what her hand gestures mean or what her eyebrows do when she’s excited, or how to know when she’s sad, happy, mad, disappointed or excited by just the sound of her voice… those are things you’ll put effort into learning. You’ll love them, I promise you will.
she isn't this crazy girl that has done millions of drugs, and gets drunk every night. Understand that people don’t know what you know, imagine if they only knew that she spends those nights, drawing, painting, listening to music, watching movies and trying to learn every word to them. Also, get her the charcoal pencils.. she loves to draw with those, I still keep two of her drawings because I really enjoy them, but ill give them to you if you want them, although im sure shell give you some herself.
she's more than a pair of pretty eyes and a nice body, i promise you she is. Im sorry to tell you I think I met the best her she has ever been...and last but not least, be careful. She can suck the life out of you in a matter of seconds. She can leave you hopeless, heartbroken and lifeless. She can hurt you as much as she can make you smile. She can make you miserable, she can make you believe as if you weren’t enough, as if you weren’t worth it. She can make people believe she is someone she’s not and make you look absolutely stupid when you try to explain it to them. between you and I, I still hope she comes back to me one day...
but please take the risk, don't get too scared.. maybe you’ll change the only thing that I couldn’t. Maybe she won’t leave you like she left me,
Good luck, and once again..you’re incredibly lucky.
Love,
Your girlfriend’s first love and shortest forever.
(a.g.v)
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