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A Royal scandal 4

Modern royalty au

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cowritten with @lizzygal

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Summary - Modern ruler, His Majesty King Steven G Rogers, is on a quest to make his long term secret relationship the real thing. He is a man in love and wants his lover and partner to be his queen.

Warnings - Smut (m/f), dub con/non con, sex tape, scandals, mentions of past domestic abuse, soft dark Steve, possessive Steve, spanking, power imbalance, mentions of previous domestic abuse, somnophilia, talks of virginity.

Pairing - King!Steve x reader

Word count - 7.8k

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Valkyrie, or simply Val, watched the entire thing unfold before her eyes and was helpless to stop any of it. All of it. All she could do was watch. Much like one would watch a train accident happen before their very eyes.

She had tried. In truth she had.

However, Sarah was the Queen Mother and Val was a member of the Royal Guard.

There was little she could do.

“Your Majesty,” she purred one last time, in one last attempt to save a situation that she knew deep in her heart was not going to go well at all. “Perhaps you would prefer to go inside and I’ll bring them into the reception area?”

Everything was wrong. So very wrong.

Outside the palace was normally empty.

As it was located in the center of the capital. An old historic building from imperial days that covered numerous city blocks, was where the government was run and where King Steven resided. Press knew better than to hang around outside the imposing palace gates as the king never left out them and was uninterested in opportunities to have his picture taken. As did the Queen Mother.

And yet, that morning, a whole gaggle of photographers were lined up and waiting for the visiting royals. Or so they had shared with Val.

Her Grace, Hope van Dyne, never went anywhere without getting her picture taken. In Val’s opinion, she probably had the phone number to every tabloid office in the world.

Sarah’s voice was kind. Soft. Gentle. It made Val want to wrap her queen up in a blanket and make her go inside so she could deal with their unwelcome guests. She stood beside Val at the top of the steps of the palace, provided with a great view of the black sedan that had pulled in through the gates. The flashiest possible way to enter the palace instead of through the underground garage like everyone else.

“Oh no. That’s hardly necessary. They wanted a scene. Let us give them one.”

Not liking the sounds of that at all, her brown eyes flickered over to look at the slim woman with a head of artfully styled strawberry blonde curls, a button nose and rose petal lips. She was every bit as regal as her title, even if she had not a drop of royal blood in her body.

“You can’t think that they actually called the press to say that the Duchess Hope was the woman with His Majesty on the video from the royal banya?”

Sarah’s cool blue gaze flickered to her royal bodyguard before returning back to the sedan so she could observe her former friend climb out, followed by her raven-haired daughter who waved to the photographers on the other side of the iron gates.

That was exactly what Sarah suspected the second she’d seen it in the morning paper. Though she doubted she would ever find out who had started that rumor.

“Have you found out why they’re here?”

Grimacing, Valkyrie shook her head, unhappy to not have an answer for her queen beneath the cloudy chilly winter day. “Not yet Your Majesty. We have reached out to the Maharaja’s Staff and are waiting to hear back. Soon though we suspect.”

Any second now Val hoped her phone would ring so she could tell the queen.

Which led to Sarah turning her head to look away from her guests as they climbed the stairs. She looked away from the large fountain that the sleek luxury car was parked beside and gave her last true smile for what she suspected would be till lunch. Reaching out, she placed her hand on Valkyrie’s wrist. One of her preferred bodyguards. She’d been loyal and had on two occasions nearly given her life in service of her country. “I trust you will find out and inform me as soon as possible. Do not fret. I doubt they will be leaving anytime in the near future.”

Only a lifetime of service kept Val from cracking a smile.

Instead, her dark eyes watched the silver haired Queen of the Netherlands climb the steps towards them. Smiling. Dressed expensively with a heavy coat made from numerous small furry animals.

Queen Janet van Dyne approached as if it hadn’t been years. She came to stand beside Sarah and greet her in such a way that would make for a perfect picture. Or so Sarah noticed. She greeted her as if they were still friends who spoke frequently on the phone and still sent one another gifts. As if their children had married and everything was fine.

“Sarah! How wonderful to see you, you have not aged a day.”

Janet reached out with gloved hands trimmed in mink, leaned forward to place a polite kiss on Sarah’s cheek in greeting and was more than a little surprised when Sarah stepped away. Her own hands remaining clasped in front of her and out of Janet’s. Greeting or otherwise.

“Janet,” was all that came from Sarah’s mouth. A look went from Janet’s coat down to her dress and then shoes, pausing there before coming back up. “Is that the dress you wore to Lizzie’s grandson’s wedding?”

Surprised by the greeting, or lack thereof, Janet paused and then smiled brightly, knowing that though the cameras could not hear them they could capture this image on film. “Yes. We’re focusing on becoming sustainable out in the west. Going green isn’t merely a project meant as royal busywork.”

Sarah could actually feel Valkyrie stiffen beside her at mention of the Green Initiative that Steve had tasked her with and had been far from busywork. It was something that Sarah could go on and on about, one of her many efforts that she busied herself with and yet, she found she didn’t want to expend that much energy on her once friend.

Hands still in front of her, fingers laced together where she could feel her wedding band. Sarah tilted her head slightly to the side. “I wouldn’t know. We remain a governing monarchy here.”

Janet blanched. Her lips formed a straight line, nearly as straight as the way her spine stiffened.

Though Sarah was unable to enjoy it as she turned her attention to the daughter. Hope van Dyne. Formerly Princess Hope but now Duchess Hope, after having been stripped of her title and recently reinstated to a lesser one, in Sarah’s opinion anyway.

Hope looked lovely as ever.

Tanned. Dressed exceptionally well. Smiling exuberantly.

It almost warmed Sarah’s icy heart.

“Sarah! How are you? You look wonderful!” Exclaimed Hope, sounding genuinely thrilled to see the woman who might have been her mother-in-law had things gone differently. She stepped on up with outstretched arms and was greeted with a serene face that looked at her in confusion.

Sarah said nothing. Not a word. Sarah maintained eye contact and looked at Hope as if waiting for the younger woman to say or do something.

Thus leading to Hope blinking in confusion and lowering her arms, looking to her mother for assistance as this clearly was not the welcome she expected.

“Is something wrong,” Hope asked a bit nervously as a winter breeze ruffled the fur on her mother’s coat. Sneaking under the cashmere of her own, as she hadn’t had time to properly shop for winter here. This was her mother’s idea. It was her last hope. Her father had refused to hear her and not even her mother could plead her case this time. This was it.

“I was about to ask you the same.”

Val watched Hope’s confusion and fought hard to not say anything at all, and it was becoming painful to watch in her opinion. Her gaze veered over to all the photographers that were watching more than taking pictures. Even they seemed to realize this visit was not starting off smoothly.

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

Val risked a look over at her queen. Her queen who was peering at the young woman who had referred to Val’s people as ‘war criminals’ or ‘superstitious backwoods fools.’

Unable to take another moment of it, Valkyrie cleared her throat.

Finally making Sarah take mercy on Hope who really should have known better in her opinion. “In civilized societies, a duchess would curtsey to a queen. Perhaps things are different for those who are merely ceremonial in purpose.”

***

Someone called your name and for a second, you were terrified that Wanda had come for your ass.

Not that you could blame the best friend you’d had since high school.

Upon heading into the offices of the royal palace that morning, you had intentionally avoided her , secure in the knowledge that she was pissed at you and you really did not want to have the fight you knew was coming someplace public like the office.

So, you’d been groveling via text and promising to go out with her that night for a girls night, swearing on your honor that you would tell her everything! Because Wanda was no fool.

Wanda saw the new dress you had on. Wanda saw your new shoes. Wanda noticed your perfect makeup and styled hair. Wanda also brought up the facts that you’d not been home that night or early morning, as well as the crucial one regarding your flatiron that was still in the bathroom the two of you shared.

Needless to say, you had a lot of explaining to do.

There was no getting around it. You were going to have to tell her about Steve. Sure, you’d swear her to secrecy until everything came out. The palace had made its announcement this morning about King Steven being in a relationship that he would make public soon. A second public statement had come from the Palace PR Guru, Maria Hill, stating that without a doubt, the king was not involved with Duchess Hope after a few rumors had burnt their way through the palace and news cycles.

Besides, Wanda should know. Wanda deserved to know. You and Wanda had come on this adventure post university together. Wanda had to know before it came out in the form of an official palace announcement, or else Wanda might very well skin you alive.

Hearing your name on a female tongue had you snapping up, your attention diverted away from the emails you were checking.

Wanda?

No.

It was not Wanda.

It was an Indian woman in a well-tailored pantsuit. Her dark hair was swept up in a chignon. Her lips a shade of red that had you lowkey thinking about asking for the name and shade of said lipstick. Her dark eyes bore right through you. As if spearing you from your chair and to the wall of your office.

“You are the King’s Chief of Staff?”

While your natural first instinct was to report that was what it said on your door. Professional-you put the kibosh on that right away. Inner you was somewhat intimidated by this powerful woman who looked as if she knew your every last secret.

Head held high this woman so informed you in a tone that let you know she was here for nothing less. “The Maharaja has sent us. Duchess Hope of the Netherlands has stolen from us and is here with the intention of pleading political asylum. While the Maharaja would like nothing more than to have her brought back for trial of the theft of our priceless treasures. I will settle for what was taken and no less.”

Ok. Well. Maybe you thought too soon.

Maybe Wanda was preferrable over this person.

“Oh…goody…” came from your lips with a frown.

“General Odinson sent me here. He told me that you would be able to help resolve this issue for me post haste.”

Oh of course General Fucking Thor Odinson would send this person your way so he didn’t have to deal with this international nightmare of an incident.

Letting out a deep breath, you held up a finger. “Let me just send this out real quick…what’s your name?” And you typed as quickly as humanly possible on your encrypted laptop.

“Ekta. I am with the Maharaja’s Royal Guard.”

Because of course she was. Why wouldn’t she be? Why wouldn’t Hope have stolen from the Maharaja and bounced? Though you’d never had the pleasure of meeting her face to face, you’d heard more than your share about the infamous Duchess, then Princess, Hope.

Typing. Typing. Typing.

“You’ve got any pictures or detailed descriptions of what the items stolen look like? I’m sure His Majesty will be very curious. And, you know, the more information of what we’re looking for the better.”

And done.

With a tap on your laptop, you’d sent out an email to the Finance Minister. Then up you stood.

“Of course,” Ekta answered coolly.

Not that you blamed her. If you were in her shoes, you would have been super pissed off too. Being robbed was never fun.

“Let’s go see if we can track down His Majesty. If not, we’ll make an appointment with his secretary and then go see who is in the office of our Royal Guard. Someone is always in there and I know that Carol, she’s Captain of the Guard, is working right now.” You explained, as if you felt that telling this unhappy woman all these things could somehow make everything right. Probably not. But you still had to try. It was in your nature to fix problems and you most definitely wanted to fix this problem.

Ekta said nothing.

She merely followed you out of your office and into the hallway which was lined with doors and walls of tasteful and probably expensive original art.

You looked to the left.

Then to the right and nearly died then and there at your luck.

How had you gotten so lucky?

There, mere feet away and closing, was not just Carol but His Majesty, deep in discussion about something that was irritating them both.

You had an inkling that you knew what was at the heart of their discussion.

The sight of you made them stop talking and pause in their tracks, which told you that you had been the one that they were seeking.

Before anything could be done, you bowed. “Your Majesty, just the person I was hoping to find.” Up you flourished your hand to gesture at Ekta, who you could feel was beside you, practically putting off rays of righteousness. “We have a visitor from the Maharaja’s Royal Guard. This is Ekta. She is here because of something that concerns the Duchess Hope.”

The reaction that came was almost immediate from both Steve and Carol.

A look as if Steve had suddenly smelled a dead animal came over his face. Carol however cocked her hip to the side, lifted her chin in a dark blue pantsuit, almost demanding in a knowing sort of way. “What’d she steal from you guys? Art or jewelry?”

For the first time ever, you noted a moment of Ekta’s veneer breaking. Like she was taken off balance. “The duchess stole from you too?” Then, almost as an afterthought came, “Your Majesty?”

And this was news to you too.

You had no idea that Hope had taken souvenirs with her that weren’t free to take when she fled the Royal Palace for India all those years ago.

When Steve spoke, his teeth were clearly clenched together. “Yes. Both. She raided my mother’s room as well as the halls for art and pieces that are priceless. Sacred treasures from my countries history that can never be replaced. She filled her suitcase with on her way out.”

“Every now and then an item will appear on the black market. We can only assume that she is selling them when she is in need of money.” Carol helpfully added.

Beside you, you could practically feel Ekta tremble. Shake out of control one could say.

“Is the Duchess Hope here?”

For that you had no answer.

Carol however had one. “Yes. Her Majesty is taking tea out in the gardens with the Duchess Hope and her own mother.”

After being brought abreast of that development, you had a statement to make. One you thought was obvious. But none-the-less, out it came. Maybe none of them knew? “It’s snowing outside.”

Thus leading Steve to turn his attention on you. Finally. And when he did so, he looked at you as if you were only his Chief of Staff. He looked at you kindly without the heat in his eyes from earlier that morning, when he’d woken you up by pushing himself deep into your body until the both of you reached a climax that made your eyes cross and left an impression of his teeth broken into your shoulder.

“Yes. Mother wanted to be sure that the Duchess Hope did not steal anything else from within the palace walls whilst they are here.”

Well then.

Even you had to admit. The Queen Mother could be downright frosty when the occasion called for it. Pun intended.

“She’s having tea with Queen Janet and Duchess Hope outside? In the frigid temperatures?”

You couldn’t quite make yourself believe it. You blinked. You looked from Steve who appeared casual after his statement, like he just told you the winters here were cold. Over to Carol who was pulling out her phone from her pocket. Acting like you hadn’t said anything out of the normal.

“Your Majesty, I’ll take care of Ekta and deal with this issue. If anything arrives concerning this issue. I will contact you. Nakia will come fill my place today.”

If Steve was greatly upset by any of his, he made no outward indication of it other than a nod of his head that he both heard and understood and accepted what Carol had told him. His attention was instead focused on you.

“I have a meeting concerning the Switzerland trip about the proposed embassy. Go get your notes. You’ll be joining me.”

***

Her Grace, the Duchess Hope van Dyne, had finally made it in the palace after that psycho, the Queen Mother Sarah, had the audacity to serve tea in the garden as flakes of snow drifted down. And if that weren’t barbaric enough, afterwards, she then led them around the winter garden as if Hope gave a damn.

Hope had problems and Queen Sarah was not very receptive to any of her attempts to thaw the ice that had formed around Sarah’s heart. Nor did her mother, Janet, have much luck.

When did Sarah turn into such a bitch?

Sarah should have been ecstatic that Hope would even return to this shithole. Sarah’s son was still single, he needed a queen and his backwoods hovel wanted a queen and Hope had royal blood. What more did Sarah need? Did she need it written down?

When did Sarah turn into such a horrible host?

Hope remembered a distinctively different Sarah. When she had lived in this palace, Steve’s mother had coddled her, practically waited on her hand and foot to be sure that Hope was happy and settling in so far from civilization. Where was that Sarah now?

Somehow, Hope had managed to break away, pleading a need to use the powder room around the time her toes and fingers went numb. As she hadn’t had the time to properly shop for clothes to wear in this frigid shithole. India had been so gloriously warm. She’d loved India. Hope would have loved to stay there but things had gone south.

Eventually, like everything else, it’d blow over.

Until then though, she needed someplace safe to stay. She needed to stay somewhere that the Maharaja couldn’t get her. What she needed was diplomatic immunity. However, that wasn’t going to happen since her father refused to even see her, so she’d just have to settle for sovereign immunity. Granted, Hope hadn’t expected it to be this difficult to see Steven and tell him that she was ready to get married now. For crying out loud, he should have been groveling at her feet for her to come back to him. Especially after that sex tape which had been burning up the internet and royal circles. If there was anything that Hope could do, it was bounce back from a scandal.

This was just ridiculous.

The Queen Mother should have been inviting them to this lunch with her son, instead of practically throwing Hope and Janet out. Which was exactly why Hope was wandering the halls in the search for Steven’s office. Toes tingling in her fashionable pumps. Her fingers burning from the warm air in the administrative offices.

Hope would need a whole new wardrobe once she got Steven onboard with her plan. As his current plan of ignoring the sex tape was absurd. These things needed to be tackled head on. With her as his queen by his side, Hope could handle all of it.

Ah, she found herself pleased at the sight of the royal seal over a doorway marking it as the king’s office.

Valkyrie followed her closely. That bitch.

As soon as Hope was queen, she’d be one of the first on the firing block. Following her around like some manner of commoner who might fill their pockets with royal gold. It was absurd. Hope was born a princess and one day she would become one again.

Hope remembered Valkyrie from when she was a young member of the guard and now, she was a Captain and just as irreprehensible as Carol, who Hope also despised. Both of them had to go. Reaching out with a hand that held a ring belonging to the sister of the Maharaja, Hope opened the door and marched right into the office of Steven’s secretary. Who was apparently gone for lunch.

Not that the room was empty.

Nakia, who had been seated on a couch in the office, stood. Dressed in a dark blue suit that all the royal guard wore. Her face stony at the sight of Hope and then darkened further in disgust. She stood tall. Regally. Holding her head high when she spoke down to the former princess. “The king is busy.”

Not that Hope would settle for anything less than seeing Steven in person immediately. She stepped forward. “The king is having lunch with his mother in fifteen minutes. I know for a fact he’s not doing anything of importance. Get out of my way, or I’ll have you selling souvenirs from a cart outside the palace when I am queen.”

At such a statement, Nakia found herself wanting to both laugh and spit in the face of this western woman. One who had referred to her people and country as little more than a backwoods hellhole full of illiterate stone pounders.

How often Nakia had dreamt of being so close to the Duchess Hope, how she thought of ripping out this woman’s forked tongue.

“Let her in,” came Valkyrie’s voice in their native tongue from the eastern regions of the land.

Sending Nakia’s dark eyes past Hope. A knowing expression claimed her features. “His Majesty is in there waiting for our queen.”

A shrug came from the senior guardswoman.

Nakia would be the first to admit, she had not been hopeful when the crown prince had been coronated as a teenager. No one in the country had been particularly hopeful but now, nearly everyone supported their king. His Majesty was a good king who served them all as much as they served him.

Nakia was protective of her king. She wanted her king to marry his Chief of Staff yesterday. Her land was in need of a queen, a woman’s touch one could say.

Knowing what was at stake with the coming lunch that her king would attend with his mother and lover, a visit from the Duchess Hope would not put him in the best of moods. The Queen Mother always grew quiet when King Steven was in such a mood. Why would Nakia allow such a thing to happen?

“Perhaps if he tells her she isn’t wanted here she’ll leave sooner? Let her in. That is an order.”

Pursing her lips unhappily, Nakia stepped back.

She wasn’t about to open the door to His Majesty’s office for this interloper. However, she would no longer stand in the way. Nakia even made sure to send a look that screamed impending homicidal violence. Spurring Hope quickly through the door without another syllable directed at Nakia.

Which was fine with Hope.

Hope couldn’t get away from Nakia quick enough.

Wanting distance sent Hope into the king’s large office without much thought. Looking as if it belonged in an old Victorian estate with dark wood, so many books, old art and thick dark Turkish Rugs.

What Hope did not expect was how much the prince had grown.

No longer a gangly young man whose mother had to have padding sewn into the robes that he was coronated in. This man sitting at his desk was big in every way. Exuding power in a manner that most could only dream and for a second, seeing Steven look at her with shocking blue eyes and stubble darkening his face, she was rendered speechless.

“What do you want Hope,” came Steven’s voice, more than a little annoyed. Far more emotion than she’d ever seen from the young man. Who was now very obviously a man.

This was not the Steven she remembered.

Before her was not the young man she remembered at all. Every last bit of him was very much a king and Hope suddenly, possibly for the first time in her life, found herself regretting many of the past choices she made. It seemed her mother was right. She’d been far too hasty in her youth. Her mother had told her that the prince would mature like a fine wine. Hope had written that off as nonsense meant to trap her into an arranged marriage like so many women before her.

Now?

Now she was looking at a tall powerful man close a very modern looking laptop and turn his attention on her in such a way that made her gut coil. What would it have been like to be the woman in the video? And where the hell did that thought come from? She had been wrong. So so very wrong.

Finally, gathering herself, Hope peered around the office and fussed at the pearl buttons on her coat. “I saw the video…” A noise came from Steven that she’d never heard before, yet, she went on. “…and since we’re still technically engaged, I thought I would return to help you put out the fires of this scandal.”

Another noise came from the king, a derisive snort.

“Wow. That’s cute. Highly amusing coming from you.” Though there was no hint of heat or passion in his words that had been so evident on that video. In her opinion, he didn’t even sound bored. Worse. Steven then leaned back in his seat, peered around her and asked, “Who let you in here?”

Those words, those uncaring words as if she were little more than the two guards outside his office made her burn, bristle.

Which had Hope clearing her throat, bristling one could say. “Actually, it’s more than cute. If you recall, I come from a distinguished royal house. Our engagement is a legally binding agreement.”

For the reaction she got, she might as well have told him it was showing outside.

As she was prone to when there was silence that needed to be filled, Hope pushed the waves of dark hair over her shoulder. She shifted from one foot to the other and watched Steven lean back in his chair.

Finally, as if sensing that she wasn’t going to leave, Steve offered her a shrug. Finding the mere sight of her numbing. He could have cared less what she did one way or the other. So long as she stayed out of his room. He had valuable things in there that he was fond of. “I’m not marrying you. Do with that as you will, you’ll find no sanctuary here.”

This was most certainly not the Steven that she had left all those years ago. It took Hope a second to collect herself, to steel herself. No one had spoken to her in such a way in quite a while. Her brain screamed at her that damage control needed to be done but she was not sure how. In what way? What did she say?

Hope’s brain screamed at her that the plan was failing, everything was going wrong. This was not supposed to happen this way and now she was failing horrendously. What did she do? How could she fix this?

Pricks of pain came from her fists as her nails dug into her palms. Telling Hope that when she unclenched her fists, she would see blood. “You have to marry me!”

Oh this was bad.

This was really really bad.

Across the expanse of his desk, Steve remained calm. Almost to the point of uncaring and such demeanor was reflected in his words. In the way his broad shoulders shrugged and how he rubbed his rough cheek, as if that were more interesting.

“I do not need or want your assistance for anything, forget that video. There is no reason for me to be ashamed of it.”

“Steven! Listen!”

He could see the desperation on her face, hear it in her voice and after so long, he wished he could say that it was rewarding. He wished that he could say it made him feel better after everything that had happened.

It didn’t.

There was just nothing. Little more than cold numbness. Steve felt absolutely nothing.

Nothing was there anymore.

When he looked at Hope there was nothingness.

It reminded him of his father. He hated when he felt that way, when he thought of his father. There was no one on this earth that Steve loathed more. It was his very purpose for being, to not be his father. To end that cycle. To let it die with him.

Most irritably, he shifted in his seat. His eyes found the picture of you both on his desk from a trip to Scotland.

Hints of his father swirled with every syllable only furthering his inner revulsion with himself, his genes and heritage.

“When you left, I did not officially break our engagement as a common courtesy to your father. No more no less. I am a king. You cannot compel me to do anything.”

Pools of blue found Hope again though. A little bit of serene malice hovered between them.

“If you continue to be an annoyance, I will. I am a king now. I have a country to govern. I do not have time for the childish games and pursuits that occupy the western families.”

“Steven this is serious! I could go to prison! In India!”

May his ancestors help him, his first initial response would have been to remind her of her place, remind her of how he should be addressed.

His Majesty.

Exactly as his father would, he swore he heard his father’s voice in his ear.

“You have to help me out! I’m begging you! I don’t care about that other woman. You can have all the mistresses you want!”

A peek down at his watch told Steve that he had minutes to wrap this up and go collect you. Minutes. He had minutes to regain his sanity before he saw his mother.

Minutes.

“Steven!”

Standing from his chair, he shook his head. Doing his best to silence the sound of his father telling him he was not good enough, was not worthy, was not fit to rule. His voice was soft because Steve would not yell like that man. “No Hope. I’m sorry, but no. You remind me of my father. You make me feel like him. You bring him back to life and I cannot live with his ghost. So no. You will have to deal with the consequences of your actions like the rest of us.”

Her eyes went wild.

Steve could see it and was glad he wasn’t within reach of her. He watched her grab a Fabergé Egg from the end of his desk.

Colorful glass accented in gold with rubies around the middle. It fit in her hand but only just, being the size of an ostrich egg and then it went soaring through the air where it smashed loudly into a wall. Denting the dark wood and shattering. Smashing into dozens and dozens of colorful pieces that fell to the floor.

Having felt the very loss of hope itself, she turned to set her storm on him. “You’ll regret this, Your Majesty.” Before turning and leaving, slamming his office door behind her as hard as possible. Leaving Steve with the sound of his father telling him that he wasn’t worthy.

***

Lipstick?

No lipstick?

It was a question for the ages.

A swipe or two of lipstick always gave you the courage you needed in any occasion. But then again, this was not merely any occasion. This was lunch with your boyfriends mother to officially meet her and get to know her, because you were in a serious committed relationship with her son. Because you loved her son.

Oh, and her son was the king, so there were expectations on that already plus with her being the Queen Mother, that was sorta already an expectation of its own.

Lipstick?

No lipstick?

You wanted to look your best because the Queen Mother always looked immaculate. But you also didn’t want to risk getting lipstick on your teeth. Leading you to peer once more into the bathroom mirror.

No. No lipstick. If you put on lipstick you’d be thinking about your lipstick and you needed to focus on making a good impression.

Otherwise, your makeup looked fabulous. Really. Five stars. Two thumbs up.

This had you stuffing your makeup back into your purse and kinda sorta looking up when the bathroom door opened, shut and was locked. Because really. Why would the door be locking?

In the art deco styled bathroom, Steve’s form was very clear and your eyebrows shot up.

Luckily, you were alone, considering how beyond pissed off he looked. One hundred and ten percent not fit to have lunch with his mother. Not with him in this condition.

You had no idea what happened, but something had happened.

He crossed the red and white marble tiled floor. Walked past the gilded edged stalls and stained-glass doors to where you stood at one of four sinks with bronze fixtures and ornately framed mirrors.

To be honest, it was your favorite bathroom of all time. Your Instagram was full of pictures of this bathroom, selfies in this bathroom, up-close pictures of the stained glass.

“Are you ok?”

Beneath his smoothly shaven face, his jaw twitched. “Fine. Are you ready?”

He was tense enough you wouldn’t have been shocked if his joints started to pop, or his teeth cracked from how hard he was clenching his jaw.

Seeing him like this was a no go for Queen Sarah. Everyone knew that she hated to see her son like this and at first you never knew why, not until someone had told you that her husband had the same mannerisms. Steve’s father done the same thing when he had been angry.

While it was common knowledge that Steve was not his father, Steve would never hit his mother.

Some memories could just never be wiped clean.

Having Steve like this was not how you wanted this first lunch with his mother to go. Not one bit. Both of them needed to be on cloud fucking nine. Meaning you were going to have to do something.

“Almost,” was what you told him. A plan already set into motion as you grabbed a few paper towels from the bronze dish that held them between sinks.

One last peek at your hair and you were set. Purse in hand. You stepped on over to press your lips to the flat firm line that was Steve’s mouth. “Could you hold this for me?”

Steve never questioned you or thought twice.

Whether it was from love or trust, or he was too angry over whatever? No one would ever know.

But you seized the moment! Pounced on the opportunity.

You acted as if you were going to check your pumps and instead, set down the paper towels so you could kneel at his feet. Before Steve even had a second to think about it, you had his pants unbuttoned, unzipped and down around his knees. Knowing that the king went commando that morning worked seamlessly into your plan.

His dick hung softly between his muscular creamy thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold my purse with both hands, Your Majesty.”

Though soft, his size was still above average. His penis was solid. Thick. A pink tip peeked out beneath foreskin that was stretched over his member. Soft as velvet, you kissed his slit as you pushed his foreskin up to reveal his shaft.

“Remember the first time I ever saw your dick?”

You sank down on his soft flesh after, sucking him in till nearly all of him fit in your mouth. It rarely happened. Only when he wasn’t erect. When Steve was erect, it wasn’t physically possible unless you unhinged your jaw and didn’t have a gag reflex.

“Oh god…” he gasped out at the warm and wet sensation of your mouth closing around him. Cold air on his ass cheeks. Exposed. Vulnerable. His sac hanging heavy and you down on your knees, taking nearly all of him in your mouth.

Steve clung to your purse like a lifeline.

Thinking back, you hummed out thoughtfully, knowing how fantastic the vibrations felt on him. Knowing that the warm softness that was his dick would soon harden. Until then, you enjoyed how you could take him like this. You relished the smell of him, musky and male. Savored how smooth his skin was on your tongue. Reached up and cupped his testicles that hung down for you.

It’d been at a fundraiser.

A black-tie affair for something or another, who could remember?

The two of you had stolen away towards the end, snuck off when everyone was mingling together and socializing. Slightly tipsy or buzzed from the open bar.

Not the two of you.

No.

Both of you had barely drank. Focused instead on getting away so you could steal some moments together. Moments like these. Moments where your hands were all over one another, your mouths hungry for one another. Frantic for that connection between your bodies that nature demanded and you both were trying so hard to make happen.

Tonight was the night though.

You were determined.

Sucking him deep. Swirling your tongue around him. You could feel Steve starting to thicken up which had you popping off his mouth and surveying the sight of his dick taking on a pinkish hue as blood filled it.

“Are you thinking about it, Your Majesty? About how fucking big your cock is? About how it shocked me? Remember?”

Based alone on the sound that came from Steve, you could deduce that he remembered. Possibly even vividly.

“I remember,” you cooed, licking his pink head and suckling on the end of his dick. Flicking against the hole with your tongue. Massaging his balls. Taking his hardening shaft in your other hand. Needing him to feel only you. Needing him to be here with you. “It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life.”

”You don’t have to.” He had whispered to you in a dark corner of the atrium. Hidden by plants and furniture.

Not that you’d cared.

By that point he had gone down on your countless times and you’d never seen it. Only feeling it through his pants when you’d made-out or groped him, when your bodies rubbed against one another in a frantic urge for completion.

“Jesus Christ Steve! You’re the only man I know who doesn’t want his dick sucked.”

“It’s not that…” he came back with, pausing and finally giving in, allowing you to unzip the black pants of his tux and yank them down. Pull them down and out it popped.

Erect.

Hard. So hard.

Foreskin drawn back to reveal an angry red head smeared with pre-cum.

It was massive, a beast, the hugest dick you’d ever laid eyes on and from on your knees, in a ballgown, made up to feel like a princess. You gasped. You straight up gasped like you were a teenage girl seeing your very first penis. Albeit, the one that was so full of blood it bobbed eye level with you, pointing upwards, was considerably more impressive and probably five inches longer than that first ever dick, easy. As you didn’t exactly have a tape measure on you for comparison.

“Oh my god…” you whispered, well aware that your eyes were wide and mouth was very likely a perfect O. “It’s so big! It’s like the biggest I’ve ever seen! Steve your dick is huge! What do you feed it?”

His voice was a bit concerned. Embarrassed even?

Was he embarrassed about this behemoth in his pants?

“I’m sorry, I know. It can be uncomfortable to give me oral sex. You really don’t have to. I don’t expect.”

But you had cut him off with grabby hands wrapping around his erection, pushing up his foreskin and licking the salty jizz that was starting to ooze out. “Shut up, Your Majesty. Tell me how you want it.” In your ministrations you had lifted up his generous manhood and set eyes upon the heavy balls that hung down between his thighs. “Holy Canada! You have a set of balls to match. You have no idea how much fun I’m going to have fitting those in my mouth.”

When you finally ripped your eyes away from his sexual organ, you shook your head and admonished him severely. “I cannot believe you’d keep this from me!”

Exactly how you knew Steve liked, you sucked on his head and played with the tip of your tongue on his hole. You took him as deep as you could as his erection grew harder and harder in your mouth. Tracing your tongue along the sides and pumping him with your hand until his girth grew so wide, you were unable to touch your fingertips around him.

Up and down you sank on his cock. Till he was rigid beneath your lips and you drug your teeth along at times to heighten the sensation.

Slurping. Squeezing his balls. Hollowing out your cheeks and swallowing any salty release that began to dribble out. You savored the sight of his fingers clenching your purse tightly and his eyes screwed shut.

Between languid trips up and down his length, you pulled off to lick his blunt tip with the flat of your tongue.

“What are you thinking about, My King?”

At first, you didn’t think he would or could answer, which was fine. Your attention was on the round edge of his organ. Licking it. Flicking it with your tongue. Playing with it till you sank back down.

After a few seconds.

After a deep breath from Steve.

After that, he managed to get out.

“Thinking about that night. The night I took your maidenhead.”

Your maidenhead?

Well, that was a trip to past. It sent your eyes up and your mouth back off him so you could speak without a mouth full of dick. “Mmm. Thinking about how you went crazy? How you went all feral and popped my cherry?”

In your hand his penis twitched.

It was too perfect an opportunity to not pounce upon it.

If you couldn’t make him come from saying these filthy disgusting true things to him, did you really deserve to marry this man? “Your Majesty? Does it turn you on to think about my having been a virgin? About how you’re the only man to ever be in my body? Do you remember how tight I was? How hard you had to push to break my hymen?”

Little motions came from Steve. Whether he knew it or not. He was making small thrusts into your mouth that you hummed around, sucked on.

Something hit the floor.

Hands were on your head, fingers were in your hair. A wicked smile curled over your lips and Steve was methodically pumping into your mouth.

He sounded strained. He sounded like he was in pain.

“Felt so good. You’re so good to me. My angel. You were so tight.” He declared, announced, would have shouted to the heavens if he was capable. Each word came out in cadence. Almost in a chant. “Felt so good. Feels so good still. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine.” On top of feeling you sucking him deep. Paired with your fingers holding his testicles tight. Mixed with your fist wrapped around his base. It was a glorious storm coming together to make him shatter.

Steve was going to come. He was going to come like right now.

It sent his thoughts spiraling along with his words.

“Love you. Love your body. Love being in you. So warm and tight and mine. All mine. All of you is mine. Want you. Want to fill you. Want want want.”

Gasping out. His breath gone. All air left his lungs when Steve climaxed into your mouth. A pitched noise did come that was followed with his fingers pulling your face against him, his pelvis pushing into you. A moan that made him weak in the knees followed that told him you were pleased with him. You were happy.

If he died in the next moment, he would have been a happy man.

All Steve could feel was pleasure. It consumed him body. It whited out his mind. It made his balls empty into the warmth of your mouth, till he was certain that nothing remained.

Even then you weren’t done.

Helpless. Awestruck.

Hopelessly devoted, Steve watched you drag your tongue around him to clean him up. Catching the last few spurts of ejaculate on your tongue before you showed him, then swallowed his seed.

Rendering him panting and sweaty.

He dropped down onto his knees and he kissed you. Mindless. Unable to think about anything else other than your mouth and being lucky enough to have convinced you to be his woman. Steve kissed you deeply, uncaring about the fact he could taste himself, unconcerned when his tongue curled around yours that he might have gotten some of his own ejaculate. His Majesty didn’t care.

Nor was he overly concerned about his knees being on the cold marble tile when he groaned against your mouth. “Love you. Love you so much. Love you to the moon and back.”

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princess-of-riviaa · 3 years

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Wicked Rose

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Rosa Malvada (OFC)

Summary: Geralt is sent on a mission that sends him to the doorstep of vampire Rosa Malvada. Steamy smut insues.

Warning(s): dirty talk, biting kink, SMUT, blood, both characters are very dominant

Word Count: 3092

There were countless reasons to enjoy an immortal life. The power was intoxicating--there was no greater feeling than knowing you were the greatest threat in any given room. The access to knowledge that stretched across every part of the realm, the secrets that stayed trapped within country borders--all of it there for you to revel in. But the greatest thing of all, the thing that brought satisfaction even in the darkest of nights, was being the kind of monster everyone believed vampires to be.

A regular vampire proved to be a challenging opponent, even for a skilled warrior. The Higher Vampires were impossible to kill. With their wit and strength, they ran circles around mortal men. Not even the legendary witchers could end them; only a Higher Vampire could kill one of his brethren, which had only happened twice in all of history. And Rosa Malvada, Princess of the Higher Vampires, was the most feared and powerful of her entire clan.

Geralt of Rivia, the most famous witcher along the west coast, had been stalking her for three days now. He’d been careful, calculating every movement before he made it. It was cute, actually, how much effort he put into being stealthy. Little did he know Rosa had noted his presence within the first twenty minutes of his days-long hunt. She’d considered draining the blood from his body and burying him in some forgotten part of the woods. Who was he to think that a centuries-old Higher Vampire--a princess of their clan--wouldn’t note his presence? How dare he think she would fall into his trap! But she’d been curious. She’d never seen a witcher hunt, and it had been appealing enough that she’d played the part of a happily oblivious vampire, letting him follow her from town to town, never letting him realize that she was drawing him ever closer to her nest.

The night of the full moon, Geralt had decided to make his attack. He’d been smart enough to drink one of those witcher elixirs he kept on his body--a wise precaution she had to give him credit for. But even that magical potion couldn’t take her down. Not before she found out why he’d been hunting her. Not before she’d have her way with him.

His boots were near-silent as he strode through the abandoned halls of an ancient castle along the coast of Temeria. It had been Rosa’s home since an ancient royal family had decided to abandon it due to the rumors of an evil vampire lurking in the halls at night--a rumor that had proved true, since Rosa had been sloppy enough to leave behind a mess of the guards’ bodies she’d drunk from. The family had been so scared they left with nothing but the clothes on their backs. The belongings they’d left behind were now part of Rosa’s trove.

Geralt pulled out two swords from his back, careful to make his movements as silent as possible. His ears perked up at every breath of the wind. That witcher elixir had heightened his senses, Rosa realized, and if she wasn’t careful, her game of cat and mouse would come to an end much too soon. She watched from the shadows as he stopped at the end of a hallway. He looked like a mountain in all that black armor--a mountain she wanted to climb. The sight of him was distracting--

Until he cocked his head, a predator finally spotting his prey.

“The shadows won’t hide you from me.” He spoke in a whisper, but Rosa heard him perfectly, as if he’d whispered the words in her ear. Rosa stood in a corner of darkness, and with thirty feet of distance between them, she thought it would have been harder for him to spot her. She was impressed.

“What makes you think I’m hiding?” she purred in response, moving through the shadows so he could catch a glimpse of her blood-red eyes.

“I don’t want to kill you,” he admitted as he turned to face her. That perfect face was paler than usual, enough so the veins under the surface of his skin were visible. And those eyes--darker than the shadows that now cloaked Rosa. He was the pure embodiment of death.

Rosa had never wanted a man more.

“Then what are you doing here?” She forced her tone to remain clipped, despite the desire starting to pool between her thighs.

“A descendant of the family who once lived here,” he began. “He’s paid me to return a lost family crest to him.”

Over her dead body. “Everything within these walls belongs to me. If they wanted some family crest, their ancestors should have brought it with them before they fled this place.”

“I’ve been paid to finish the job,” he insisted.

“Whatever amount they’ve promised you, I’ll double it.” She had more than enough gold to spare. Make enough calculated kills, drink from the right kind of people, and inheriting chests of gold becomes as easy as breathing.

“Come out of the dark. Maybe I’ll consider your offer.”

“Drop those blades,” she compromised, “and I’ll go anywhere you want, Witcher.”

Metal clinked against stone, a riotous sound amongst the silence of the dead castle. Geralt’s hands went slack at his sides. It was a mirage. An act of relaxed calm hiding a hunter about to pounce.

Rosa was precise with her movements, careful to never move within his reach even as she evaded the cover of darkness. His eyes slid along her body so sensually that her body burned everywhere he looked. It was almost enough to get her to step towards him. Almost. She lifted her chin higher, confident in the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts that he now took in. Blood-red hair curled down her back, stark against the white dress she wore.

He sniffed audibly before muttering, “I didn’t know vampires could be aroused by anything other than blood.”

He could smell the lust dripping between her thighs. It only made her want him more, somehow.

She retorted, “I didn’t realize witchers could be so attractive.”

Silence filled the air as they stared at each other, both resisting the urge to close the distance between them and take what they both were craving.

“Afraid to want a monster, Witcher?” she taunted.

A warning growl was the only response he gave.

“I’ll pay you to leave empty-handed tonight, to return to the man who paid you and insist that this precious family crest no longer exists.” She took half a step towards him--the only amount of distance she dared to close between them. “I’ll pay you in gold. Or, if there’s another form of payment you’d prefer, I’d happily let you indulge in that too.” The smile that tugged at her lips was flirtatious. It only grew as Geralt’s gaze dropped to her mouth, those darkened pupils missing nothing.

He was silent. A man of few words. That was fine--Rosa would be sure to fill the silence as he filled her tonight.

She spread her arms. An open invitation. All he had to do was take it. “Come on, Geralt. Take what we both want.”

Still, he hesitated.

“Would you prefer it if I beg?” she wondered.

He pounced. Half a second passed before he had her pressed against the wall, her back pressed tightly against his chest. She ground her ass into his hard-on. Oh, fuck. The stories of a witcher’s girth weren’t just stories. One of his hands moved to her hip, grinding her body against his erection, while the other tugged hard enough on her hair to force her to look up and back at him.

“I’d like to hear you beg,” he growled.

Yeah, right. She dug her elbow into his stomach hard enough to make his grip loosen on her. A second later he was the one trapped against the wall. She held onto his wrists with a grip so tight not even a witcher’s strength could get him out.

“Sorry, darling, but I don’t beg for anyone.”

Before he could say anything, she licked up the column of his throat. His witcher heart was slow, but his pulse still made her toes curl. She longed to know what he tasted like, longed to know if he tasted better than he would feel when he was balls-deep inside of her.

The sensation of her tongue on his skin made a low growl elicit from the back of his throat, a sound so intoxicating that Rosa did, for a moment, contemplate begging him to fuck her if she had to. She needed this man inside of her, needed him to mark her up and fuck her so well she couldn’t walk right for a day afterwards.

“You don’t beg?” Geralt's voice was a low timber in her ear, making her shiver with arousal. And then his hand was around her throat while the other one went to the sensitive mound between her legs. “Then you’ve never had a Witcher fuck you.”

A moan fell from her lips before she could stop it. Her body was pure reaction now; there was no more room for her pride to decide what she would do. She was merely a reaction to every move Geralt made. She was at his mercy.

In one flash of movement Geralt picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her off through the castle like game he’d just proudly hunted down. He stopped at what was once the duke’s quarters, but had been Rosa’s quarters for centuries now. The room was filled with piles of clothes, books, and gold. Crimson sheets were thrown about the bed on the far wall, which was where Geralt strode for now. He was gentle as he set her down but the look in his eyes was wild and ravenous. She had no doubt her eyes held the same kind of animalistic hunger.

“Ever fucked a vampire before?” she questioned as she sat up and started untying his breeches.

“No,” was his simple reply, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone that made Rosa’s stomach knot with need.

She pulled down his breeches enough for his cock to spring free and--wow. Whether it was the Witcher mutation or Geralt had been blessed by the gods themselves, Rosa didn’t particularly care. Not as her mouth literally watered at the site of his thick, long cock, already glistening with precum. Dark curls swirled around the base of his shaft. A thin vein ran along the length of his cock from base to tip and she practically moaned. She wrapped her hand around his length, softly caressing the velvet of his sensitive skin as she began to jerk him off. He growled in approval. It wasn’t long before her skilled hand had him bucking his hips, desperate for her to increase her pace so he could cum. But she continued her slow assault on his throbbing cock, enamored by the look on his face as she teased him. Precum continued to fall from his tip. It mixed with her hand to make a sinful squelching noise. That, along with Geralt’s grunts and growls, was the only sound in the room.

Rosa finally pulled her hand away when she decided she’d tortured the Witcher long enough. His eyes were lidded, heavy with lust, but they widened with arousal as he watched her lick up every last drop of the precum on her hand. With a growl that promised her unbecoming, he splayed a large hand on her stomach and pushed her back. He climbed over her as she relaxed against the bed. His right leg instantly moved between her own, his knee finding a home against her aching pussy.

“My turn,” he growled before moving to hover over her heat.

“Wait,” she called out, her body already humming with intense heat. “You really want to get me off?”

The look in his golden eyes was answer enough.

“Then let me drink from you.” Her voice was breathy, too overcome with lust to sound normal anymore.

He paused, and that lust in his eyes was replaced by a look of distrust.

“I won’t drink too much,” she promised. “But for a vampire, drinking a partner’s blood while being intimate with them is better than anything else. It’ll make me cum long before eating me out will.”

“Which vein is best?” Geralt asked in a low, curious voice, but there was still hesitancy written all over his face.

“The closer to the heart, the better,” she admitted. “Anywhere would do, but blood from the heart, or anywhere around it…” She closed her eyes as she thought about the intoxicating taste of blood straight from the heart. It had been a long time since she’d let herself indulge in it, since tasting blood that sweet normally sent vampires into a frenzy. But the memory of that nectar on her lips made her legs clench, it was that good.

“You stop when I tell you to,” Geralt demanded. His tone was stern, but he was giving in. Indulging her.

Her heart began to beat faster at the thought of drinking from him. “And if I don’t?” Rosa wondered, opening her eyes to look at him again.

The answer to her question was written in his eyes. If she didn’t stop, if she gave in to the monster inside of her, he’d kill her.

“As you wish,” she complied.

He reached a hand towards her. For a second she thought he was reaching for her neck, wanting to pull her towards him for a kiss, but his hand stopped between her breasts, at the dress still covering them. A second later and the dress was torn to shreds, her breasts falling free. Her nipples were already hard from arousal and a low sound of approval fell from Geralt as he observed it. His eyes scanned the rest of her body with hunger.

“Your turn,” she demanded, longing to see his body in all of its naked, muscled glory.

He rose to his feet and began undressing, teasing her as he moved slowly. All she had to do was spread her legs and one look at the sight of her glistening folds made him rush his movements. His body was a glorious maze of muscles and scars--a picture perfect warrior. Dark curls that matched the hair around his cock swirled around his chest and trailed a path down his stomach. An ancient kind of power and strength radiated off of him. Gods, did she want this man inside of her.

Geralt gave her only a few seconds to take in his naked form before he was on top of her, his mouth devouring hers. His tongue was hungry and demanding as it pushed past her lips and collided with her own. She moaned into his mouth as he ground her hips against hers, his cock rubbing against her clit and sending electricity through her veins. Her arousal spiked, and suddenly she could feel her fangs coming out, and before Geralt could break the kiss, she bit his bottom lip. They both moaned--him at the sensation of being bit for the first time, surprised that it could be so arousing for the victim; and her because his Witcher blood was the finest wine she’d ever tasted. Her legs clenched around his hips as she swallowed the first drop of his blood.

It was then that he chose to plunge deep into her folds. She released a cry of pleasure that made the walls shake. Her walls squeezed around him as he continued to enter her, his cock going ever deeper and farther inside of her. Geralt muttered something in a language Rosa didn’t recognize, but she got the message clear enough from the tone: he was loving this as much as she was. The pain of his cock splitting her open was a welcome hurt. It turned her on and made her walls clench even tighter around his length, which only made his growls and moans deepen.

“Fuck me, Witcher,” she cried out.

He obliged her. His hips began to move at an exhilarating rate and the sensation of his cock penetrating her at such an inhuman speed threw her over the edge in a matter of moments. She threw her head back as she cried out, her fangs only elongating further as she came around his unrelenting cock.

Even after the waves of ecstasy calmed inside of her, Geralt didn’t stop fucking her. His hands had moved to her hips in a deathly grip. She was sure to have bruises from where he held her.

“Let me drink from you,” she cried out.

Without even stopping his thrusts, he tilted his head to the side, inviting her to suck at his throat. She pulled him closer to her and clamped her mouth around the soft skin of his throat, letting her fangs break the skin slowly. His movements became sloppy as she began to drink from him, as if it were as much a turn on for him as it was for her. She drank mouthful after mouthful of his sweet nectar. Her entire body lit on fire as they attacked each other, her with her mouth, and him with his cock. This was how she wanted to die, she decided--her mouth around his throat, him balls deep inside of her. It was the closest to heaven she’d ever get.

Geralt let out a broken moan as his cock spasmed inside of her. A second later his hot seed poured inside of her, dripping down her legs and onto the bed. Geralt came longer than most men did, which must have been another aspect of the Witcher mutation, but she loved it, reveled in every second of it. And when he was done, he collapsed on top of her. She pulled her mouth back and forced her fangs to retract. Blood dripped down his neck and dried on his shoulder.

“I didn’t realize you had a biting kink,” she murmured minutes later.

“Neither did I.” He was on his back beside her now, his eyes closed and a droopy smile on his face.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” she said, admiring the few of a Witcher fucked out beside her.

He let out a humm of agreement, and then his breaths deepened and slowed. She fell asleep beside him, a smile plastered onto her face. It was the best sleep she’d had in decades.

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tetralea · 3 years

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So this piece was inspired by @tomsrebeleyebrow and this image. It’s also escort!Tom leaning to the sub side. What can I say? 🤷‍♀️ thank you GQ I guess.

It wasn’t the first time and if you wanted to be honest you didn’t want to count the occasions you took Tom to any event you had to attend. At this point your family started to believe that he was actually your boyfriend and maybe it was wrong, but you never said anything about it. No denying, no confirming.

The truth was you developed quite a liking towards the boy which you buried deep, but still who could blame you? He was amazing, sweet, gorgeous and there every time you needed him. He was a great company on his own, but he was also great with people, taking all the weird conversations with ease, letting you shine in the spotlight if you needed to or helping you escape a difficult situation from time to time.

And the sex? It was mind blowing. By now it was a thing, the two of you disappearing in the middle of an event because neither of you could wait long enough. There were several quickies in the car, in public and not so public bathrooms, in dark corners of the venue you were at before you could get home and take him into bed, if the two of you made it until the bed.

It was a time like this, not even two hours in the event organised by the firm you worked for, you already found a private room at the back. You couldn’t help it. His hands were traveling up and down your body, his lips lingering on your cheeks just a bit longer every time he gave you a kiss, you could hear him sigh and shudder slightly, getting more and more needy in every second.

He was so tangled into this just as you were, he never could call you, but he was always waiting for it and he was always eager to find the time that you requested. Extras agreed. It was only natural now, but he always asked with a playful, cheeky tone, hinting you that he was looking forward to it just as much as you were.

So now, he was sitting on a burgundy couch, taking you in with a hungry look, which he didn’t have to hide now. He let a bit loose, his legs were open as an invitation for you to climb into his lap, his hair was still perfect but not for long and the sultry look in his eyes only fuelled the fire in your belly.

His position could have come out as pretty dominant but you knew better, and he was also in slight trouble for grinding his erection to you ever so subtly before. You felt yourself getting wet already, just by looking at him. He was wearing tight, soft Gucci pants, a slim, baby blue shirt, a slim chain and a few rings. He was a sight, but you already wasted too much time by only staring at each other.

You walked to him and climbed into his lap, straddling his thick thighs, a small smile forming on your lips as his hands instantly found home on your hips and he looked up to you waiting and with such adoration.

‘Keep your hands there, baby boy.’ You warned him, giving him just a hint of what’s to come.

‘Am I in trouble?’ He asked with the most innocent voice, but his eyes told a different story. Those pretty brown eyes were already filled with lust and need, so eager to please every time, but now he knew as well. He overstepped that fine line.

‘I’m sure you know the answer if you are asking like this.’ Your hands did a quick work on his shirt, revealing his smooth chest. Did he get even more muscular since the last time you saw him? You couldn’t resist; you had to run your fingers over his pecks teasingly. He was gonna be the death of you.

‘I’m sorry.’ His voice was small as he looked away, softening your heart a little already.

‘It’s okay, baby.’ He looked back at you immediately. ‘You are not in too much trouble. I’d say you just like exhibitionism a bit too much, a bit too early before people get so drunk, they don’t notice.’ You shrugged leaning close to him. He relaxed a bit, wetting his lips for you. ‘It doesn’t mean you are not in for a bit of a punishment.’

The surprised sound he made was muffled by your lips as you finally kissed him. His mouth eagerly welcoming yours, sucking your bottom lip, opening up for you so you could slip your tongue into his mouth. He whimpered into it. It wasn’t new anymore, but it started to make you feel a certain way.

His pants were tight and you decided to use it to your advantage. Not letting go of his lips you were grinding down on him slowly. He wanted to part but you didn’t let him, your lips swallowing all of his desperate, breathless sounds.

He was already hard, it was obvious from before, but with so little textile between the two of you, both the boxers and his pants sticking to his cock tightly he was just oh so sensitive. You speeded up, now dry humping him shamelessly. His hands were gripping your hips, not moving an inch, but getting tighter and tighter by every minute.

Tom couldn’t really resist, he bucked up his hips, meeting with your movements halfway, even if he just dug his own grave with it, he couldn’t resist, he had to feel more. It wasn’t long until his moans and groans, becoming whimpers again your lips now let him go, just so you could feast on the view of him falling apart so easily for you.

‘Darling, I’m gonna, oh shit-,’ He let his head fall back as his eyes rolled back and his body shuddered for a second. He bit his swollen, red lips, breathing heavily, feeling grateful that you stopped.

‘Did you cum, lovie?’ You asked with a low, curious voice, raising a brow.

‘No, I-,’ he started shuttering and blushing heavily. ‘maybe. A little.’ He looked at you hoping he could get away with it. He didn’t really cum, not fully at least. ‘It was maybe a drop. I’m sorry it’s been so long since we-,’ Tom trailed off, his eyes opening wide like he just said something he really shouldn’t have.

‘You haven’t cum since we last met?’ You finished the sentence for him carefully, your eyes never leaving his features, searching for any clue he might gave you.

‘Well, no, not like this, not with someone else.’ His answer was gentle, vulnerable, and you felt his touch softening on your hips.

‘I thought you were working.’

‘Yes, I went out, dinners, weddings, stuff like that but that’s all, I’m an escort not a hooker, darling.’ He smiled at you, bringing up his palm to slide it on your cheeks.

You were speechless. There were way too many possibilities in your head and the one which started to push out the other made your heart flutter and you didn’t like that.

‘Alright, we have to talk about this later, but now let me see you.’ You whispered, choosing your words carefully, leaning to him to kiss his lips until you undid his pants, and pulled his cock from his briefs.

He was still hard and a bit messy, his precum now mixing with the few drops of cum he couldn’t hold. ‘I guess you are lucky this time, baby boy.’ You smiled at him and you heard him letting out a big breath.

‘I told you I didn’t cum.’ He laughed a bit until you pulled down his pants till his ankles and freed yourself from your clothes as well.

‘True, but I am not done with you yet.’ You bit your lip straddling only one of his thighs this time. ‘I’d love to make a mess on your pants, but it’s still too early, so I’m just gonna use your thigh to get off, and you are going to watch, without cuming.’ You passed the sentence, earning a weak whimper from Tom. He wasn’t sure how he would manage. You were so wet, he felt it as you lowered yourself, so wet and soft and he tried not to think about how it would feel to have your pussy wrapped around his cock but it was difficult.

You started to move, just like before humping his thigh, wetting his skin, closing your eyes as you finally felt the pleasure you were craving for hours now. Tom grabbed your hips and helped you, sometimes flexing his thigh to give you more friction, feasting on the look he was offered. His cock was twitching and leaking a generous amount to his stomach, and fuck he wanted to touch himself, just give himself a few strokes, but he was sure he wouldn’t have lasted.

Instead, he was focusing on you, the way your brows were knitted, as you bit your lips or opened them to let out a soft moan, as your body was moving so beautifully to get you closer and closer to your release. He was mesmerised. His hands only encouraged you and as he flexed you felt yourself slowly reaching the edge.

‘Are you close, love? Are you gonna come?’ He asked breathless, the unsatisfied need slowly overwhelming him. You could only nod as your nails dragged across his pretty chest. ‘Please, let me see you come, let me see it. Come, love, that’s it, let it go. I’m here.’ His encouraging words mixing with his pants and groans got you. You come, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as your body seized up and your orgasm crashed down on you, making your body shake, you rode out your high, completely soaking Tom’s thighs with your arousal. He kept you steady, helped you through it, guided your movements when you became sloppy and it just made everything so much more intense.

You come down slowly, still rocking your hips a bit, softly humming when you felt a warm hand on your cheeks and soon warm lips followed on your own. ‘You are not supposed to enjoy your punishment, you know that right?’ A small laugh mixed with your still heavy breathing and his giggles as you spoke.

‘It’s hard not to enjoy anything with you-,’ he started, ‘ but I’d lie if I’d say I’m not painfully hard right now.’ You hummed and opened your eyes, just to look at those soft brown ones.

‘So, do you think you can hold it until I put a condom on?’ The question wasn’t serious, but you just wanted to tease him a bit. Tom nodded and let out a big breath as you rolled down the rubber on his shaft. ‘Good boy.’ You purred and sifted a little to straddle him again and line his leaking, red tip at your entrance.

Letting yourself sinking down on his cock so soon after your orgasm was another thing. He stretched you out even more, made you feel him more intense and you were so tight around him, the both of you hissed when you started to move.

‘I’m not gonna last.’ Tom warned you with a broken whimper, helping you move again.

‘You don’t have to let me feel you.’ You encouraged him, leaning forward, clinging desperately to his warm body and the two of you moved in union.

He knew by now that like this you could get enough friction on your clit, as your were grinding down on his pubic area, that you could come, mostly so soon after one orgasm. You were sensitive and all he had to do is amplify it a bit, so he sucked and bit down on your neck, feeling your skin breaking out in goosebumps as he did so. He was just a bit louder as usual, knowing him being vocal drove you mad. And his hands wandering on your body made a delicious mix you couldn’t resist.

‘Com with me, Tom.’ Your voice was urging, your moans became high pitched and came on his cock, pulsing, and tightening around him, whispering his name again, like it was the only thing he left in your mind. He came right after you, biting and sucking just a little too hard to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. His mantra was ‘thank you’ just was always when the two of you indulged in this kind of sex. You never asked for it, but he was so eager, so easy for you all the time, desperately wanting to let you know how good you made him feel.

The room was filled with both of you panting in each other’s arms. Whispering sweet nothings, your hand finding a stray of hair falling stubbornly on his forehead as you tried to smooth it back. Tom’s hot lips never leaving your skin peppering the sweetest kisses on your neck and shoulders.

‘Let’s go back, shall we?’ You asked hesitantly. Tom nodded and helped you out of his lap, taking in the damage the two of you made. It got messy all the time, even with a condom.

‘I’ll be good.’ He added sheepishly while getting dressed again, tossing the used condom to the bin.

‘You better, because I really don’t want to stay long and I want you inside of me again the minute we are in my apartment.’

Tags: @we--are---not--afraid @tomsrebeleyebrow @tomhollandsmut @greenorangevioletgrass @terrifictomholland @tommysparker @duskholland @pensivepeter @tomhollandd @farfromparker @thurstyforholland @augustholland

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xenteaart · 4 years

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You’re a Cat, Hargreeves

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Request 1: Hello, so Five has been through a LOT in just two weeks, so can I request something where the reader and him have a bit of intimacy but are not together yet. Then something happens that is just the last drop to him and he shows up to the reader with red and glossy eyes and collapses in her arms? She just holds him (because boy, he needs it) and after a while he manages to talk about things letting his feelings for her slip in the process. Then she can just calm him down and make him feel loved.

Request 2: Could I request a fanfic where Five has a terrible day at the Commission or in the Apocalypse and at bedtime the Reader comforts him, and he suddenly becomes the little spoon for the first time? Idk I think it would be cute to see him shy and secretly liking

!!! Note: Since these two requests have a common theme of Five being stressed as fuck and having a breakdown I’ve decided to combine them. Personally I imagine this scenario in my Commission AU, HOWEVER, I intentionally didn’t make it very specific in terms of the circumstances so you can headcanon whatever u like <3 also sorry its not the exact scenario from your requests but i hope you don’t mind me taking some creative liberty.

also both Five and Reader are in their 20s here coz otherwise i’m very uncomfortable

massive thanks to @wonders-of-the-multiverse for helping me out with wording the physicality of certain things <33333

GIF: @maxiemayfield

You’ve seen Five in many different states.

You’ve seen him anxious and spiraling, you’ve seen him furious and borderline insane; depressed and distant, lost and confused. At this point, you genuinely thought you’d seen it all but, apparently, you were wrong.

“I am just so tired.” Five whispered almost inaudibly with a sigh so desperate that it made your stomach turn.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, your voice small as you weren’t quite sure how to act yet.

He glanced at you, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes glistening with salty wetness that was about to spill out and smear his frustration all over his cheeks.

You always loved Five’s eyes - his huge, almost puppy dog eyes that made you absolutely lose yourself in their depth. Whenever you looked into them, you saw wisdom, maturity, exhaustion and patience, dedication and passion, all at the same time. There was a whole other universe behind his blue orbs, and you admired it endlessly. Looking into his eyes right now, however, was nowhere near as exciting and pleasant. Instead, it felt like some strange and violent ache was gripping you at the very heart and squeezing it without mercy, and you winced at the sensation as worry and concern were uncontrollably blossoming inside your ribcage.

Five didn’t grant you with an answer, too busy trying to hold back his tears and clenching his teeth proudly as if there was any point at all.

You got up on your feet and approached Five slowly, careful not to freak him out as you were giving him the time to get used to your presence in his personal space. Normally, he wouldn’t mind yet you couldn’t tell if the same rules applied to scenarios like the one taking place.

“I’m here, yeah? It’s okay, you’re okay,” you kept repeating like a mantra as you pulled Five into your embrace.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and you instantly felt your skin getting damp. In just a few seconds Five’s entire body relaxed into yours and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, finally letting go and allowing himself to have a proper cry. He hadn’t had one in years, and, by all means, he was entitled to this breakdown.

Most of the time, Five was the one protecting you - looking out for you and leading the both of you out of dangerous and potentially lethal situations. Not that it was a completely one-sided dynamic but it was true that you tended to rely on him quite a lot in times of crisis. Five was good in crisis, exceptional actually. He made decisions quickly and didn’t hesitate to do absolutely anything it took to achieve his goals, which, unfortunately, meant that he was often forced to make choices where humanity and ethics were no longer a top priority.

Despite all that, Five always seemed in control, and even when he wasn’t, you knew he’d get it back eventually. You had placed your trust in him at all times, and only now were you starting to realize that it must have felt like a huge weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Granted, he was objectively smarter and more capable due to his superpowers but he was still human.

Hearing Five’s hopeless and feverish sobbing was unnerving, and you could only imagine what was going on in his cluttered and clearly overloaded mind as he was bawling his eyes out with such raw and genuine fury. From the lack of a better idea you simply waited for Five to cry himself out, patiently holding him in your arms and whispering words of reassurance into the air, not so much out of hope he’d hear them and listen but more as a means of letting him feel you were still there.

“I’m so fucking tired,” Five finally uttered but his words rather quickly got drowned in his weeping. You still got the message, though.

“You deserve to rest, Five,” you replied, feeling your legs start to shake from the weight of Five’s entire body leaning on your form. As much as you wanted to stay like this for as long as he needed, you couldn’t exactly go against your evident physical disadvantage. Five was a heavy gentleman, after all.

“Hey, let’s move to the bed, yeah?” it was more of a statement than a question, so you stepped towards the bed suggestively, expecting him to follow you. To your relief, he didn’t resist and followed your lead right away, seemingly too exhausted to even think, let alone disobey.

Five’s body was limp from the absence of energy, all of which had presumably gone into crying, and he could barely manage to walk on his own, so you grabbed at his shoulders to steady him.

It felt like his physical self was now merely a vehicle with no pilot to steer it, and his mind was long lost someplace else.

As you sat Five down, you caressed his cheek with your thumb, wiping away the trails of his tears whilst also trying to gently break him out of the prison of his troubled and restless brain. To your disappointment, it failed to spark any sort of response.

Right in this moment, he looked almost defenseless. Sure, he wasn’t an incapable baby all of a sudden but he was relying on you, reversing your roles and putting all of his worries and pain on your shoulders, basically asking you to carry them for him because he simply couldn’t anymore.

“Fives. Fives? Look at me, please?” you called, trying to shift his attention to something on the outside because you knew it was the looking inside that pushed him to crumble.

“Focus on my voice, alright?” you tried to keep your tone as steady and stern as you possibly could because right now you were his only bridge back to reality.

You pressed your palms against Five’s shoulders and slowly climbed onto his lap, resting your weight atop of him completely and hoping the pressure of it would manage to snap him out of his almost delirious daze.

As your hand reached for Five’s, you placed it on your chest right where your heart was beating and said:

“Can you feel it? It means I’m alive, Fives. I’m a human and a consciousness just like you. And I'm never leaving your side, no matter the circumstances. You’re never going to be alone, I promise you.”

You took Five by his chin with your other hand and softly guided his gaze upwards to meet your own, noticing his red glossy eyes finally regaining some clarity. The very peak of Five’s episode had already passed, and, as he was coming down from it, he encircled your waist with his arm and let his head sink to your shoulder with his eyes closed shut.

Still sitting straddled across his lap, you brushed your fingers through his soft silky hair and began to massage his scalp in a calming manner, trying to release some of the tension and lull him further into peacefulness. As your fingers moved a little lower, you knew you’d hit the sweet spot because Five literally purred into your skin as soon as he felt your nails gently scratch at the nape of his neck.

“How many times did I say you’re a cat, Hargreeves,” you rolled your eyes at his reaction and couldn’t resist a wide smile as you buried your nose in his hair. Five hummed quietly, and it was the only response you were going to get from him, which, to be fair, was already a big improvement so you couldn't really complain.

“How about we get you into some comfier clothes, wash your face and then you can tell me all about what’s been on your mind, hm?” you proposed confidently, still holding Five close and practically enveloping him in your warmth.

Your every movement was saturated with such understanding and care that not for a split second did Five feel like his vulnerability was making him weak or unworthy. It was quite the opposite, and with each passing moment he was beginning to feel like you were only making him stronger.

He nodded at your suggestion approvingly but didn’t move an inch, and you took it as a hint that he needed a few more minutes of sitting in silence; the bridge of his nose pressed to your collarbone as he was still finding his way back into the present.

You didn’t mind at all.

#five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #five hargreeves x you #number five x you #tua fic #The Umbrella Academy #my fic #my writing #five hargreeves #number five

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Omega Mine

TITLE: Omega Mine

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 28/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loosely based on: Imagine Loki discovers the Avengers have an omega who has healing powers living with them. He’s an Alpha and he wants her, badly.

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Loki licked the wound on your neck clean. You also felt his magic as he healed it. By all logic, it should heal into a scar. The mark had to be deep enough to scar, but it wouldn’t actually turn into a scar, not in the traditional sense. Once it healed, there was some Alpha magic involved that would turn it from teeth marks to a tattoo, usually in a design that somehow indicated the Alpha who had done the marking. You would find out soon what the mark from Loki looked like.

You weren’t upset that he had claimed you. You’d discussed this and agreed to it when you’d agreed to him helping you through your heat. You were too drawn to each other. He was your Alpha. It had just been a matter of him claiming you officially.

Loki pulled up enough to look into your eyes. His own were shining, a bright pleased emerald. “Still with me, Elskling?” He asked gently. His knot hadn’t gone down yet, but he was clearly in the aftercare stage, especially since your heat was sated for the moment.

You nodded. You hadn’t been completely swept away this time, not into that Omega-space of post orgasm haze. “I’m here,” you replied and smiled up at him. “Thank you,” you added in a whisper. This was the best heat you’d had so far in your life.

Loki leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Always, Elskling. I’ll always be here for you,” he promised. It was true. You felt it in your soul. You were bound together now. Loki would be there to protect, care for, and love you and you would be there for him just the same. An Alpha and Omega were balance for each other.

Loki gestured and the bindings on your wrists and ankles vanished. He cuddled you close in his arms, breathing in your scent as you rested together. You wrapped your arms around his cool form as he pet your hair. Loki shifted you both so you could rest your head on his chest. “Are you alright?” He asked gently. “Not injured?” He clarified. Alphas could be rough in bed. He hadn’t been, not really.

“I’m alright,” you reassured him, purring softly while he pet your hair and rested with you. You’d had experience in bed prior to Loki. Not with an Alpha, of course, as that was too dangerous, but with Betas instead. There had actually been a very discreet class in college that only Omegas could sign up for to get some formal instruction on bedroom skills. It had been a completely optional class, but you’d taken it, wanting to have some skill in that area and more knowledge than that Widget A was inserted into Slot B, which was not helpful sex education. “I’ll probably be a bit sore later,” you clarified when he looked at you skeptically. He nodded, accepting that answer. He was definitely better endowed than anyone else you’d had before.

Loki held you and cuddled you against his cool form until his knot finally went down and he was soft enough to slide out. He did so gently, watching you for signs of discomfort. “Wait here, Elskling. I’ll draw you a bath,” he told you gently when he saw your slight wince when he pulled out. You would definitely be sore once your heat was over. You nodded and Loki got up, kissing your forehead once he had stood, and went to go to your bathroom to draw that bath.

He returned shortly and before you could try to get up on your own, had lifted you bridal style into his arms. He carried you to the bath and lowered you gently into the cool water. You were expecting a hot bath. Most Alphas would have drawn a hot bath. The cool water was perfect. It had just enough warmth to not be absolutely freezing. Your heat made you feel too warm constantly, so the cool bath was perfect. Loki climbed in behind you, cradling you in his arms. You snuggled back in his arms, needing to be close to your Alpha so soon after the mating. You needed to be close for the bond to settle and get strong.

Loki washed your hair for you, his long fingers gentle as he massaged your scalp and made you melt and purr loudly in his embrace. He made sure you were clean, taking such gentle care with you.

After the bath, he dried you off with your fluffiest towel and carried you back to bed. He did relent to pausing by the mirror so you could see your mating mark. The mark was freshly healed on your neck, but already the tattoo was coming it. It was a stylized design of two intertwined snakes, forming an ’s’ like design. It would be beautiful when it came in all the way, once the bond settled and the wound healed the rest of the way.

Loki held you in his arms and summoned water for you both, holding yours to your lips so you didn’t have to strain a body taxed by exertion and by the heat in general. Your limbs felt heavy and shaky and you were glad for his help and his care. He also summoned food for you both, feeding you bites as he cuddled you close and told you stories.

He kept taking care of you, gentle, relaxing, and soothing, until you curled into him, mewling softly in pain as the heat flared back up, your short respite over. Loki stroked your hair and vanished the food and drink to prepare for the next round. “Shh, Elskling. I have you. I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #Omega mine #chapter 27 #nekoamamori

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five-rivers · 4 years

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Childhood

Children tend to imitate the adults around them, especially those whom they admire. Mannerisms, personality traits, hobbies, and style are all up for grabs.

Does that change for children who are dead?

Why, yes.

The tendency grows stronger.

The changes were small, at first. Small enough that Danny didn't even notice them. No, Tucker was the first one to say anything.

The specific thing he said was: "Hey, Danny, can you turn back for a second?"

Danny, who had just then returned to human form in the safety of Tucker's attic raised an eyebrow. "Okay?" he said, complying. "What's up?"

"Your hair," said Tucker.

Danny ran his hand through the mentioned body part. "What about it?"

"It's longer," said Tucker, reaching up to tug on a lock.

"Huh," said Sam. "You're right, it is."

"Longer than what?" asked Danny.

"Than when you're human," said Sam. She grinned. "Want me to cut it for you?"

"No," said Danny. "It isn't bothering me yet, and I don't want an undercut."

"I can do more than undercuts," said Sam.

"It is sort of weird, though," said Danny. He dropped back into human form and collapsed into one of Tucker's beanbags.

"Anyway," said Tucker, "how was your trip to the Far Frozen?"

"Oh, it was great," said Danny. "Frostbite taught me some new ice things, do you want to see?"

The next change Danny noticed were his lips. He rarely wound up in front of a mirror as Phantom, but when he did, he found himself doing double take after double take.

Today, it was because he had gotten a fairly nasty cut and wanted to patch it up in ghost form before switching back. He had just finished that, when his reflection caught his eye.

He made a face at it, then froze.

The inside edges of his lips were faintly blue.

He floated closer to the mirror to get a better look, and pulled back his bottom lip. Danny knew he had unusual coloring for a ghost, even a young one, and that Vlad certainly hadn't kept a human coloration, despite being a half-ghost, but Danny had been hoping that he'd be an exception. Especially after the whole incident with Dan.

Danny didn't want to look anything like his so-called future self.

On closer inspection, however, the color of his lips was darker, more violet than blue, and the inside of his mouth was more or less the same color it always had been in ghost form. There were thankfully, no fangs.

Was this a side effect of his cold core? To make him look hypothermic? He wouldn't particularly mind if that was the case.

He stopped playing with his lips and put his hands down. If that were the case, where else would it show? Fingers? Toes? Ears? He pulled back his hair, which was now, admittedly, rather shaggy.

There was a very faint purple-blue blush on his ears.

"Great," he whispered. He pulled off his gloves. The discoloration was there, too, on the tips of his fingers and under his nails.

But there wasn't anything he could really do about it, other than hope it didn't spread. He sighed. At least none of this was visible in his human form.

"Your freckles are coming back," said Jazz.

"Ugh," said Danny, hanging upside-down on the couch. "Really?"

"Yep," said Jazz. "You should think about wearing sunblock more often when you're flying."

"I don't think that would really matter," said Danny. "My ghost half and my human half don't line up in detail."

Jazz closed her textbook. "Have you checked?"

"Checked what?"

"Whether or not your ghost form has freckles."

"No," said Danny. He somersaulted off the couch.

"Where are you going?" asked Jazz.

"To check the freckles thing!" said Danny. He climbed the stairs to the bathroom he and Jazz shared and shut the door. He locked it behind him before going ghost.

Jazz was right. His ghost form did have freckles.

Wait a moment. Those patterns... Were those constellations?

After the fight was over, Danny ran a hand through his hair and- Wait. What was that?

Hidden in his thick hair were two small, cold, crystalline lumps. Were those horns?

Danny swallowed hard and flew back to the school bathroom. Yes, he had grown a small set of icy horns.

That settled it. He couldn't ignore these changes anymore. He had to figure out what was going on.

Horns. He couldn't believe it.

He arranged cover with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker, because he didn't know how long he'd be gone. His destination was the Far Frozen, as they were his allies with the greatest medical knowledge. Clockwork would probably know what was going on, too, but he had all these weird rules about what he could and could not tell Danny.

As he flew through the green mists of the Ghost Zone, Danny mused that he was lucky to have so many allies to help him, now. So many people he could be safe with. He remembered back at the beginning, where the only people at his side were Sam and Tucker. They were great, of course, and he couldn't have survived without them, but they were kids, too.

It was good to have adults on his side.

The Far Frozen was as cold and snowy as ever, and Danny's core hummed happily at the hospitable environment, shifting into purring as he was greeted by the yetis. They laughed, smiled, and patted him on the shoulders.

It made Danny hesitant to bring up his problem.

But it was the reason he'd carved out time to come. So when Frostbite asked what had brought him to the Far Frozen, Danny showed them.

All the yetis went silent for a moment, and then began cheering.

Danny scowled, confused and not liking it. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Forgive us, great one," said Frostbite, chuckling. "We are simply flattered that you have chosen to imitate us."

"I didn't do this on purpose," objected Danny.

"It's a subconscious process," explained Frostbite. "Child ghosts tend to partially imitate the adults they like, the adults they spend time with."

"Oh," said Danny. "Oh. So, it isn't a thing I should be worried about."

"No," said Frostbite. "It's quite normal."

Danny nodded. "I've, um," he shifted closer to Frostbite, almost laying on the larger ghost's arm. "The horns aren't the only thing, though, and I'm not sure where everything is coming from," he said. "Some of it is happening to my human form, too. Should I be worried about that? The horns haven't transferred over, but..."

"We'll look into it."

Danny had a thorough medical check up, courtesy of the doctors of the Far Frozen, and was given a squeaky clean bill of health. Literally. They had given him a laminated medical report, for future reference.

After the exam, several yetis volunteered to teach him how to use the horns to help direct his ice powers. They were brave warriors, unafraid of being frozen by Danny's still-growing ice powers.

This was followed by a huge feast in his honor (Danny suspected that the yetis just liked having an excuse to throw a party). Danny did his best not to overeat and drop into a food coma, but was, sadly, unsuccessful.

Frostbite carried him from the feasting hall half asleep, and tucked him into bed in a lavish guest room. Among the thick, warm furs of the bed, Danny let himself become human and fully fell asleep.

He woke up feeling rested and much more at ease. Knowing what was happening, that his ghost form was just copying his friends, took a lot of stress off of him. True, he wasn't sure where the star freckles came from, and there were two culprits for the blue skin, but, overall, the changes were no longer a mystery.

He crawled from beneath the heavy covers, stretched, and went ghost.

Whereupon he noticed that his ghost form abruptly had four arms.

"Most likely," said Frostbite, "your subconscious was blocking this particular transformation, as it is somewhat more extreme than the others."

Danny tried to cross his arms, and blushed furiously as they collided with each other, highlighting a frustrating lack of coordination. "Yeah," he said. "Do you- do you know how I can undo this? I don't know how to deal with having," he gestured with all of his arms, "four arms."

Frostbite didn't bother to hide his amused smile. "I don't know any way that would be healthy for you, at this stage of your development. I would suggest that you go to Pandora, and ask her for advice. I am assuming she is the primary four-armed ghost of your acquaintance, yes?"

"Yeah," said Danny. He sighed. "I'm going to be gone for so long. Jazz is going to go mental."

Frostbite patted him on the knee. "I can take you to Elysium with the Infinimap," he said. "That will shorten your journey, at least."

Pandora was as excited about Danny's new appearance as the yetis had been. She spent nearly an hour alternately cooing over his extra limbs, showing him off to the various citizens of Elysium, and giving him sandwiches.

Danny... liked the attention, honestly. Sometimes, he forgot what it felt like, for an adult to be proud of him. His parents and most of his teachers only looked at him with disappointment, nowadays.

When the hour was up, however, Pandora was determined to teach him how to fight with four arms. She put a staff into each of his hands, and off to the training grounds he went.

As it grew late, Pandora extracted a promise from him to come back regularly, for more training. Danny didn't think he had coordinating four arms down, yet, but he thought he was getting the hang of it.

There was one more place he wanted to stop before he went back home.

Danny was expected. The tall, dark doors of Clockwork's lair were open. He drifted inside.

"Hello, Daniel," called Clockwork, pleasantly.

"Hi," said Danny, rounding a corner to find the older ghost, in child form. "I-" He stopped, he had no idea how to phrase this without sounding stupid.

As far as he could tell, he hadn't picked up anything from Clockwork, beyond, maybe, the blue spots on his skin, and he felt weirdly guilty about that. After all, he spent more time with Clockwork than the others, and after seeing them so happy, he didn't want Clockwork to feel left out.

Clockwork took off his gloves and started rolling up his sleeves, shifting to elder form as he did so. Danny blinked and flew closer, curious. Clockwork hardly ever took off his gloves, and Danny had never seen him with his sleeves rolled up.

There were, Danny noted with surprise, symbols inlaid into Clockwork's arms in gold and silver. He looked at them, his head tilted. Some of them looked familiar.

"Oh," said Danny, eyes wide, "they're astronomical symbols."

"The sky was humanity's first clock," said Clockwork. He shifted age again, to his middle form, and pulled back his hood, revealing long, white hair.

"Oh," repeated Danny, hunching sheepishly. He felt rather foolish, now.

"You don't have to worry about these things," said Clockwork, patting Danny on the shoulder. "Would you like a snack, before I send you home?"

"Sure," said Danny.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2020 #day 17

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poesparakeet-fics · 3 years

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Here you go, you thirsty beasts.

This one got long so it’s a 2 parter! It’s SFW, so enjoy it at the link or here in the post.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caduceus Clay & The Mighty Nein, Caduceus Clay & Jester Lavorre, Caduceus Clay & Mollymauk Tealeaf, Caduceus Clay & Yasha Characters: Caduceus Clay, Jester Lavorre, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Yasha (Critical Role), Nott | Veth Brenatto Additional Tags: Tickling, Revenge, Shrinking, wild magic mishaps, safeword, Teasing Summary:

Caduceus has made a habit of tickling some of his companions, be it as a cheer-up, a settle-down or a playful punishment. When a mishap with some wild magic makes his smaller than his friends, a few decide to get a little revenge.

FIC

Caduceus didn’t mind arcane magic most of the time, after all, Caleb used his with great expertise. But he was getting real tired of wild magic, real fast.

When Jester had cast her guiding bolt she’d gotten butterflies, for Mother’s sake. He’d tried to heal Fjord and saw everything around him start to stretch and grow. They kept fighting, of course. It wasn’t until the last of the shrieking horrors was lying dead that he realized what had actually happened.

The world hadn’t grown, he had shrunk. Which was, to be fair, easier to deal with. Still, he was feeling pretty sorry for himself as he sat with his feet dangling from the side of their kitchen table, now only a few inches taller than Veth.

A visiting Shadowhand was peering at Caduceus with a small frown on his face before scratching his head and sighing.

“Alright. The bad news is, I don’t think we can dispel it. Jester said you tried a restoration spell?”

Caduceus nodded glumly.

“Well the good news is, it will almost certainly wear off. The spell is using energy to maintain this form in you, it will run out of that energy eventually. But… I cannot tell you how long it will last. Based on the rate of decay I would guess a few days but that is some conjecture on my part.”

Caduceus let out a sigh.

“Thank you for your help, Essek. I guess I’ll just have to live with my current… uh… change in perspective for the time being.”

“Yes, a good attitude to keep. I’m sure it’s been a long time since you were that small.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess I would have been a baby. Maybe I’ll ask Veth for pointers.”

“I think that all of her advice will involve climbing, Herr Clay. You might need to make your own way.” Caleb chuckled from his seat nearby. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He had been watching Caduceus like he was a puzzle, but now he was smiling, having been assured that the situation wasn’t too serious.

“Yeah, you might be right.”

Caduceus hopped off the table, turning to see Caleb smothering a little half smile. Caduceus pointed a finger accusingly.

“You cut that out.”

“I’m very sorry. It’s just… it is very cute.”

…

“Caduceus, can I hug you?”

Yasha had walked through covered in rainwater not ten minutes before, but she’d returned in dry clothes. Caduceus, about halfway through drinking a now comically large mug of tea, looked up to meet her gaze. He could see the little haunt of loneliness in her eyes that sometimes creeped in, even in a house full of lovers.

“Yeah, of course.”

He put his tea down carefully before hopping off his seat. He started to pass her into the living room, but Yasha sat at the table and pulled him into her lap instead.

“Woah!”

“Sorry!” Yasha rushed out, “I didn’t mean to surprise you! You were lighter than I thought you’d be!”

“It’s OK,” Caduceus assured her, “I’m just not used to being picked up.”

Yasha wrapped him up in her arms. “Is this alright?”

He relaxed as she coiled herself around him, face buried in his soft hair.

“Yeah. That’s very nice.” Being held so literally felt old and new at the same time.

Yasha nuzzled his head. “I’ve wanted to do this since you shrunk. I love you when you’re big, but it’s so nice to get to squeeze you for once!”

Caduceus chuckled. “It’s nice to be squeezed, honestly.”

“And you’re so cute! I just want to eat you up! Omnomnom!”

Caduceus felt his whole spine twist on instinct when Yasha gnawed playfully at the back of his neck.

“No-ho!” He squeeked, so high pitched that both of them froze in shock.

“Aw, Caduceus…”

“... It would be really unfair to tickle me. Just because you’re bigger than me now--” He was cut off when he had to press his lips together to smother another peel of laughter.

Yasha grinned with her teeth still pressed against his skin.

“I dunno, you tickle the others plenty.”

“Because they need it!”

“Hehe. I think that’s probably true, but they never get you back because you’re always so scared of hurting them by accident. Isn’t that because you’re bigger than them?”

She blew a raspberry on the side of his neck that made him squeal far too loud. He heard approaching footsteps.

“No no no nonono!” He squeaked when he realized what they meant.

Jester bounded through the door first, magnetically drawn to any ticklish sounds in her vicinity. She stopped in her tracks when she walked into the kitchen to see a smiling Yasha with a giggling fun-sized firbolg in her lap, now curled in a desperate little ball within her embrace to avoid the fingers pinching at his tummy.

“Oh my goodness, is little Caduceus ticklish?”

“Nohoho!” Caduceus tried to plead or run, but his laughter was blocking the former and a meaty arm was blocking the latter.

“Mmhmm,” Yasha answered with one hand clawing his belly, not even out of breath for the effort she was expanding to thwart his escape, “I think big Caduceus is too, he’s just easier to tickle now.”

Molly and Veth stumbled in behind Jester. Molly had a grin on his face, coming to stand behind her and rest his chin on her shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

“Hey, he’s being real loud, eh?”

“Huh?” Jester answered.

“Well, it seems like he might need to settle down a little.”

“Ooh,” Jester giggled, “I think you’re right Molly!”

Caduceus felt a cold chill splash down his back. Sure, he’d seen this coming, but it didn’t stop the escalation of shivery, giggly panic through his system. And running was not working out for him.

“Well,” Molly purred, “Isn’t it lucky that we have such well established guidelines for getting someone to settle down.”

Caduceus switched gears, climbing further into Yasha’s lap instead and clinging to her shoulders.

“Please! Don’t let them get me!”

“I dunno…” Yasha teased as the tieflings stalked closer.

“No! Yasha, they’ll kill me!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t let them kill you. But you do deserve this just a little, don’t you?” Yasha lowered her voice, all but whispering in his velvety ear, “Don’t forget, licorice works for you too.”

Caduceus whimpered. Ok, so did he deserve it? Yes. Probably. A little. Had there been a few times where he’d tickled a tiefling to pieces less because they needed to settle down and more because it was fun? Maybe. Perhaps. A couple of times, tops.

He took a deep breath to try and steel himself, shutting his eyes tight in the hopes that not seeing them coming would somehow save him. Yasha chuckled in his ear, seeming to sense his acceptance of this fate.

“Heh. OK,” she whispered in his ear.

Fingers as strong as barrel bands gripped his ankles and Yasha stood up. The world spun. Balance upended, Caduceus eye’s shot open to see the devilish forms of his approaching friends as they cheered Yasha on, only upside- down. Yasha was hanging him by his ankles.

“Don’t be too mean or I’m eating tief toes for dinner, got it? He’s not used to it.”

Molly’s smile became razor sharp and Jester clapped her hands. Caduceus could only hug himself and try to keep his shirt from falling over his head.

“Not used to getting a taste of his own medicine, you mean? Seems to me that should be corrected.” Molly purred.

"Ah! Can we please talk about this?" Caduceus asked, the tiniest hint of a whine making its way into his usually rumbling voice.

"You can talk all you want, Caduceus!" Jester bent over to put her face next to his. She gave him a teasing wink before planting a sweet little kiss on his cheek.

"Veth?" He asked, looking pleadingly at his fellow (currently) small creature, "Solidarity? Please?"

Veth just laughed at him. "Nah."

"But you're going to help us though, right Veth?" Jester asked, voice full of mischief. "When will you get the chance to tickle Caduceus again?"

"Heh. Nah." The halfling answered, strolling out of the room. "I'm good, thanks."

"Humph." Jester pouted for a moment, but it quickly morphed into a wicked little smile as she reached out to tickle Caduceus' long velvety ears.

"Ahhahaha- hehe- ha... no... no... MOLLY GET AWAY FROM THERE!"

The other tiefling cackled with glee, pinching Caduceus' knees. The firbolg’s legs pumped on reflex, his body wiggling like a worm on a hook.

"So loud! You're not settled yet, love, just relax."

"I wahahahas born settled!"

"Oh reeeally? Jester teased him, hands jumping up to poke and pinch at his ribs, effortlessly dodging any attempt he made to block her. "Then why are you so loud and wiggly, huh?"

'B-because you- eeheeheehee! Tiheheheckles!"

"Does it?" Molly taunted, dropping down to Jester's level and fluttering his hands across his belly.

"Yehehes!"

"Excellent!" Molly cheered, before grabbing the hem of Caduceus' shirt and yanking it down over his head.

Caduceus squawked, temporarily blinded by the homespun linen that was now tangled around his elbows. He started to fight with it, trying to push it down (up?) again to cover his downy torso, for all the good it was doing. Then he felt a cool pair of lips press against his belly, and he squealed before Jester could even begin.

Ppppbbbbtt

“Aaaaiii! NahahaHAA! STAHAP!”

Caduceus’ pleas fell on deaf ears, Jester only pausing long enough to take a deep breath and giggle to herself before she hit him again.

"Yes! Wish I could grow a beard just for this, you fuzzy bastard." Molly crowed.

Caduceus whimpered frantically, his shirt somehow transformed into an impossible maze that kept him blinded and defenseless.

An ominous silence was followed by a deadly double attack made Caduceus’ voice crack with the force of his squeal. “AHAaaA! LICORICE!”

The both backed off right away, leaving Caduceus dizzy and catching his breath. Jester started to help him get untangled from his shirt. Molly grinned down at him before taking a deep, threatening breath to make Caduceus shriek in anticipatory panic.

Molly didn’t get a chance to make good. In one more dizzying instant Caduceus was set upright on his feet, watching Yasha chase Molly out of the room.

“WHAT did I say?”

“C-come on I wasn’t gonna do it! Yasha! Please! He threatens me like that all the-- Nooo!”

Jester chuckled at Caduceus’ dazed expression, pulling him into a cuddle where they stood.

“You OK Caduceus?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“That’s good. It was fun to tickle you for a change!”

“Well I’m glad it was fun, because when I’m big again there are going to be consequences.”

Jester just giggled at him, then tugged him to sit on a chair and put his tea cup back in his hands with a kiss on his cheek.

#sfw #critickle role #critical role #tk fic #tickle fic #Caduceus Clay #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf

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seokmingiggles · 3 years

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a confirmation.

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x female reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, kind of a college!au?

1.78k words

No warnings.

After a long day for both of you at the end of the winter semester, the last thing you want is to be kept awake by your restless feline. Alternatively, where Jihoon is sleepy and pouty, but still loves you and the cat.

A/N: This one is loosely based on true events from my night last night/early this morning. My cat kept me awake for many hours, so I barely managed to sleep. However, I certainly didn’t have a sleepy and pouty Jihoon to keep me company. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

•• I love my girlfriend, I love my girlfriend, I love my gi-

Jihoon repeated the mantra over and over in his head. He didn't have to convince himself that he was head-over-heels in love with you (despite not always being the best at showing his affection), but it was your cat on the other side of the closed bedroom door which made him furrow his eyebrows in the—what was once peaceful—darkened room.

I love my girlfriend's cat, I love my girlfriend's cat.

But little Yuna would not seem to shut up.

Jihoon had had a long, busy and tiring day earlier, and was absolutely ready to curl up in bed with his beautiful partner at the end of the day. You were likewise also exhausted from the copious amounts of studying and preparing for your exams recently, the final one completed just earlier this afternoon. You were more than ready for some time off from school and longing to spend your break in your boyfriend's arms as his schedule also thinned out for the holidays.

It was relieving for your head to hit the pillow when you climbed into bed a few hours ago. Jihoon was already waiting for you which was an uncommon occurrence. He looked just as tired as you felt, beckoning you into his chest with open arms. You gladly complied.

"(Y/N)..." Jihoon muttered softly, nervous to wake you up.

You didn't so much as stir from your slumber.

The boy tried again, this time a little bit louder, "(Y/N)-ie? (Y/N)."

You hummed, still half-asleep and disoriented.

"Please, (Y/N), why does your cat insist now is a good time to begin screaming at the door?"

"She's our cat, you know. We picked her together," you replied, rubbing your eyes lightly as your consciousness crept in.

"She likes you more, though," the boy pouted in the darkness, "you're her favourite."

You sighed as you removed the blanket encasing you in comfortable, cozy warmth; your bare feet hitting the cool wood panels made you regret your decision instantly.

"I don't know why you couldn't have let her in if you were already awake, Ji," you pouted back at your boyfriend despite how he wasn't able to see your face in the dark as you waddled your way to the door.

Upon opening it, little Yuna, a fluffy brown and white lady, perked up from her previous position of being sprawled out on the floor and trying to fit her paws beneath the door to somehow open it herself.

"Let's go, fluffy," you ushered the cat to follow you back into Jihoon's waiting warmth.

Yet, Yuna instead began to groom herself, not caring about you or the plush bed where you invited her to rest.

You let out a sigh and made your way back to the mattress by yourself; fruitless were your efforts as the cat remained in the doorway.

"Remind me again why we thought getting a cat was a good idea?" Jihoon rhetorically asked, already knowing your answer.

"Yuna is a sweetheart!" Your answer was instant despite Yuna's uncompliant actions only moments ago. "We both liked her in the shelter. She'd already been vaccinated and spayed, and most importantly, she's adorable!" You pondered, continuing, "Some would even argue that she's cuter than you."

"Oh?" Jihoon felt a smile form on his face rather than the sulking expression he bore earlier from being so rudely awoken. "She can be cuter than me, I'm fine with that, but she's definitely not cuter than you. She can, however, be noisier than you. Especially at two in the morning."

And at two in the morning, after some giggling and shifting in each other's embrace until you were once again comfy, the two of you managed to fall back asleep. Yuna, after she possibly overheard Jihoon's complaint, managed to quiet down after you left your bedroom door ajar for her to come and go as she pleased.

That was until she had a sudden burst of energy only a few hours later. Jihoon was yet again the one to be disturbed from his precious slumber first, now feeling bad about nudging your shoulder to keep him company as he listened to the sound of Yuna scampering around the kitchen.

"Why?" the groggy boy's words were muffled by the crook of your neck where he buried his face in after you stirred. "Why tonight? Why can't she just be quiet for tonight?"

"That's not how cats work, Ji," you brought your hand to the side of Jihoon's face, stroking his temple lovingly. "Do you want me to go and hide all her toys? That may get her to stop for long enough for us to get some decent sleep."

"No, no," he began to sit up, "I'll deal with her, you got up last time. I need some water anyway." Jihoon placed a delicate kiss on your cheek before he stood up and exited the room, the gesture relaxing you almost enough to fall back asleep then and there.

"Why are you so noisy tonight, young lady? Hm?"

You heard your boyfriend's small voice from the kitchen as he spoke to Yuna. The feline gave a meow in response to his question, seemingly excited that someone else was awake at this hour.

Even though Jihoon made it a mission to act like he wasn't nearly as fond of Yuna as you so unabashedly were, you knew she had him wrapped around her paw.

The padding of Jihoon's footsteps approaching made you look up to the door, only to find him holding Yuna like he was offering you a gift. He gently placed the cat on the foot of the bed before crawling back to your side below the covers, sighing as his head hit the pillow once more.

Yuna carefully worked her way up the bed, softly purring from being held by Jihoon (which was a rare occurrence).

She found herself between your faces, sniffing the boy's brow-bone before butting her head against his.

"See, she likes you too," you grinned, beginning to pet the cat who was kneading into the duvet brought up to Jihoon's chin. "Maybe she just needs some confirmation every once in a while that you care about her."

Jihoon removed his arms from beneath the blanket to feel Yuna's soft coat. "That sounds like someone else I know."

You murmured, "Some confirmation is nice."

You didn't bother to check the time, but you were now able to see the silhouette of your boyfriend's face in the slowly rising light from the adjacent window.

"I love you, (Y/N). Much more than I show it," Jihoon paused. "I know I'm not the best at showing affection. I want to be better at it, but please, know that I do love you. You complete me. We have an apartment together; we have a cat together. I wouldn't do either of those with anyone unless I loved them unconditionally. Like how I love you."

Your eyes remained on Jihoon's face until his gaze finally met yours. You took ahold of his hand and tenderly grazed your thumb across his knuckles.

"Thank you. I love you too, Ji. You complete me."

The boy brought your intertwined hands to his mouth, placing the most gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

If there was more light in the room, you swear you'd be able to see pink dusting his cheeks at the gesture.

"Would you look at that; I think Yuna's finally calm down," Jihoon changed the subject out of courtesy to his burning face. "What time is it?"

You reluctantly removed your hand from his to roll over and check your phone. You blinked a couple of times at the numbers on the screen, about to speak when the noise of your alarm interrupted and answered the question for you.

An annoyed groan erupted from your throat as you placed your phone back on the nightstand. "It feels like we haven't gotten any sleep tonight."

"Well, it won't be the first time that's happened."

Now you were the one sporting the blush, knowing instantly about the night your boyfriend alluded to.

"You're cute when you're flustered, (Y/N)-ie. Come on, lay back down with me and Yuna." Jihoon grazed his fingers over the sleeping cat in between your bodies.

"I've never been happier to have finished my exams," you whispered, not wanting to disturb the sleeping pile of fluff. "There's no way I could be productive later with this much lack of sleep."

Jihoon hummed in agreement and finished your thought, "Let's spend the rest of the day in bed."

You carefully moved as close as you could to the boy with the cat in the way. Your legs found his beneath the blanket, "Goodnight, Ji."

"Goodnight, (Y/N). Sweet dreams, my love."

•

You found yourself waking to the smell of coffee and toast from the kitchen. The culprit was humming to himself, a gentle sound you barely heard over the sizzling of a pan.

"Oh! Good morning, (Y/N)-ie," Jihoon briefly stopped his work over the stove to kiss you upon your arrival, your face slightly puffy with sleep.

"What's all this?" You motioned to the pan with the golden bread.

Jihoon turned back to the stovetop as he spoke, "Well, I was thinking more about what you said last night, or this morning I suppose, about me giving you more confirmations, as you put it. It made me want to make you breakfast, despite it being past noon now. Here, this one's ready if you want to grab a plate," the boy slid the bread onto the dish you presented. "I hope it's okay. It's been a while since I last made French toast."

"I'm sure it tastes as good as it smells, Ji," you thanked him, putting the plate down on the counter to give your boyfriend a hug from behind as he continued cooking another slice for himself, although he stopped his movements as your arms held him close.

Jihoon beamed at your embrace, not being able to diminish the smile that broke across his features. Although he admittedly didn't get the best rest last night, he still wouldn't change a thing. You two didn't always get time to enjoy each other's company with differing schedules, especially during the semester, but last night really was a confirmation for Jihoon that he was in the right place; that all his past decisions leading up to this moment were worthwhile.

After all, he had a beautiful partner to come home to at the end of the day, and—as you would argue to be even more important—a really cute cat.

Other than a proper night’s sleep, what more could he ask for?

••

#caratwritersclub #lee jihoon #woozi #seventeen woozi #jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #jihoon fluff #woozi fluff #jihoon imagines #woozi imagines #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #seventeen fanfiction #svt #svt jihoon #svt woozi #svt x reader

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jeongyunhoed · 3 years

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Past-Present-Future Black Dahlia

Two major tragedies bring Lee Mirae closer to the edge as she goes through the stages of grief in a more violent manner that would affect not only her relationships with her boyfriend Jeong Yunho and her half-brother Choi San, but also has her becoming closer with the immortal mutant Kang Yeosang. Fueled by rage, grief, and pain, along with a very rude awakening that has Mirae spiraling out of control and questioning everything she holds dear.

Group: ATEEZ Member: Yunho Pairing: Jeong Yunho / OC Genre: Action, adventure, angst, fantasy

Watch Out! : Violence, blood, death, grief and loss, major character deaths, use of weapons

Anything else? : Mentions of other idols of course as well as other characters. SuperM, Dean, Chanyeol, Zelo, soloist Park Jihoon to name a few.

Author’s Note: And we’re here in the third or second to the last chapter of the fic. Things are happening! Also, I’m sorry the fight scenes might not be as entertaining. It can be hard writing fight scenes. So, enjoy.

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Chapter 9

Mirae and San were gaining the upper hand as they tackled Baekhyun and Jongin, Mingi putting in all of his strength to aim the fire from his lighter towards the robot, only for Taemin to redirect the flames back to him. Wooyoung transformed into his shadow form, knocking Ten off his feet. Hongjoong sped by, punching and kicking him, while circling the robot that looked like it was about to move.

“You took away so many people that I love, you should be grateful your family is still alive and well,” Mirae kept her grip on Jongin’s jacket as they were teleporting all over the warehouse.

“Thanks, I am,” Jongin continued to teleport them all over the warehouse, knocking over Yunho and Lucas, who were also teleporting all over the area in their scuffle.

A powerful wave of energy soon came from Mirae, sending the rest of them in different directions of the warehouse while the robot toppled over, accidentally activating the machine. She saw Taemin’s eyes begin to glow red as he kept his gaze on the robot that was coming alive, getting on its feet.

“Well, crap,” Hongjoong sped past Taemin, knocking him over with a forearm to his neck, breaking his gaze until Lucas pushed him, knocking him off his balance and sending him crashing into the old machines nearby.

Mirae brought on another powerful wave of energy, Seonghwa being quick enough to break the falls of everyone close to him while she targeted the robot. The impact toppled the robot over again, the machine starting to glow from the heat of the energy that it was absorbing. “Go to the streets!” She yelled, concentrating on taking down the robot. She could see Baekhyun, Lucas, Ten, and Jongin scramble to their feet. “Not so fast,” She sent a wave of energy towards them, wounding them as they fell to their feet.

Taemin got back up, his eyes glowing the same as hers again, only for the energy he put out to hit San, who seemed unfazed. “You’re not powerful enough to do that,” He said, engaging in another tussle with the male.

“Junhong, you better keep yourself safe,” Mirae said, her form almost glowing as the robot also began to glow as if it was being burned. “Go into the city, save as many as you can, there’s no telling what the robot that’s already out there is doing.”

“Got it!” Junhong gestured to Jongho, Yunho, Hongjoong, and Wooyoung. “I know a way out of here,” He said, and they ran towards another entrance.

Mingi flicked his lighter again, concentrating as he directed the flames towards the machine, pouring all his energy into making the flame strong enough to burn. The machine only turned red, absorbing the heat from the flames.

Yeosang sent another round of hexes while Seonghwa was engaged in a telekinetic battle against Taemin, who kept mimicking every move he made until Mirae knocked him over with a kick. “You think you’re the only ones who can fight?” Lucas got to her with a few kicks and punches, Mirae effortlessly dodging each one, matching his movements as the two of them were in a deadlock.

“Oh, this hardly seems fair,” Mirae muttered, headbutting the demonic-looking mutant to catch him off-guard, the two of them teleporting in every corner of the warehouse, each time they were reappearing, one of them having the upper hand.

“Come on, soul-taker, let me see the monster inside you,” Lucas purred.

“With pleasure,” Mirae’s eyes turned black, and the two of them fell over on the floor in the midst of the scuffle. She was straddling him, her eyes pitch black as she felt the male’s soul getting drained from under her, Lucas squirming and staring at her in horror.

“Not so fast!” Baekhyun hit her on the head with a broken piece of metal, Mirae’s eyes turning back to normal as she grabbed him by the ankle. Lucas crawled away, coughing as he stared at her.

“You’re-”

“That’s right,” Mirae’s eyes glowed red. “You want it, come get it,” She charged towards Baekhyun. “You and I have unfinished business.”

Baekhyun tried to blast a beam of light towards Mirae, only for her to block it off. “Could you really kill me, Mirae? Do you still have it in you? That killer instinct?” He taunted, both of them alternating in a headlock. “You and I are now even, you know. I killed your loved ones, just as you killed me to mine.”

“We are not the same,” Mirae groaned, sucker punching him only for the two of them to fly backwards as Baekhyun did not let go of her.

“Right, like you didn’t just throw a hissy fit earlier,” Baekhyun grunted, the center of his palm lighting up, and the lights in the warehouse flickering and the machine began to move, its eyes glowing red and blasting through the ground, the rest of them scrambling away in time.

“Someone’s losing their touch,” Mirae flipped him over, his back breaking when he hit her knee, making Baekhyun growl in pain.

“Hyung!” Jongin called out, limping his way towards them, only for Mirae to push him back. Jongin disappeared and reappeared next to Baekhyun again, touching Baekhyun’s wrist and the two of them disappearing before Mirae could make another move.

Lucas had also disappeared, and Ten ran up to Taemin, the two of them disappearing in a portal as well. “To be fair, we were up against a few teleporters,” Mingi kept his lighter. “But what do we do with this?”

“If there was a way to control this,” San looked up at the machine in front of them.

“There is a way-” Mirae replied, only for the five of them to scramble out of the way when the robot began to move forward, sending blasts of flames as it broke through the warehouse, bursting through the layer of dirt and rubble from above. The machine flew out of the place.

“Hold on, where are we?” Seonghwa asked.

“We’re in the place the Center used to be,” Mirae approached the broken down entrance. “We’re underground. They’re up there now.”

There was chaos. Roads were blocked, and cars were stuck as Junhong, Yunho, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung looked at the mess caused by the giant robot that was practically destroying everything in its path while people scrambled for safety. “What do we do about that?” Hongjoong asked as they watched the robot wreak havoc.

“What Mirae said, get everyone to safety, then we’ll take it down,” Yunho said.

“I’ll do it, the rest of you figure out how to take that thing down before the other one comes out,” Hongjoong suggested, speeding away.

“The other one has come out,” Wooyoung said. “If we take that down, we’ll know how to get the other one, let’s go,” He transformed into his shadow form, almost slithering on the ground towards the machine.

“They just really had to leave us behind, huh,” Jongho looked annoyed, groaning as the spikes came out of his arms and legs again.

“We’ve been able to put everything back together after the Seoul attack. This time, I’m not so sure,” Junhong looked concerned.

“By the time this is over, we’d all be exposed,” Jongho said quietly.

“It’s not like this hasn’t happened before, but from the way things are going, none of you will be able to live quietly anymore,” Junhong warned. “Unless somehow things can go back and no one else gets killed.”

“It has to go back, as much as possible it has to,” Yunho said, seeing Wooyoung from the distance, his shadow slithering up to the machine, as if trying to strangle it. “Junhong hyung, help Hongjoong get everyone to safety, hack into computers or something, we’ll handle the robot.”

“Got it,” Junhong ran to the nearest internet cafe.

Yunho and Jongho ran down the road, catching up to Wooyoung who was already trying to tackle the machine in his shadow form. “You know, having abilities like Hongjoong hyung or yours would’ve made our job so much easier,” Jongho frowned.

“We never really had a choice, did we?” Yunho said.

“Nope. Lift me up,” Jongho walked a few feet back and Yunho got the idea. He ran towards the robot again, Yunho lifting the shorter male upon catching his step to lift him up. Jongho pierced through the shoulder of the machine only to get thrown off, crashing into a nearby car.

“Tsk tsk,” Lucas appeared, standing on the shoulder of the robot that now had a hole. “You know this had to be done,” He said, eliciting screams and gasps from people who had now seen him in his true appearance: Red skin, slicked back dark hair, fangs glinting in the sunlight, and a tail.

“Speak of the devil,” Jongho stepped on a few cars that were overturned to get to the robot again, Lucas reappearing and yanking him back in mid-air before teleporting away in a flame.

“You really can’t kill me, whoever you are,” Lucas looked down at him with a smirk on his face. He turned around, seeing Yunho already on the back of the robot.

“But I can,” Yunho climbed up on the other shoulder, both of them trying to maintain their balance as the robot moved around. “Let’s settle this, from one immortal to another, shall we?”

“In the words of your beloved,” Lucas took out a dagger from under his blazer. “With pleasure,” He said, and disappeared.

Yunho sensed where Lucas would reappear while eyeing Jongho, who was already climbing up, and climbed to the other side, using the arm of the robot to swing out of the way, dodging every strike Lucas made towards him in mid-air with his blade. “We could do this all day,” He said, kicking the demonic looking mutant away before climbing on top again.

Jongho pierced the head of the robot as hard as he could, feeling wires get cut from the impact of his strike. He saw Wooyoung’s shadow form slithering into the robot. “I’ll try and control this,” He heard the older male say.

“Good-” Jongho covered his eyes, almost falling over from the beam of light that almost hit his face. Baekhyun had appeared behind them, beams of light flashing from his palms, narrowing down as if it had turned into a laser. Jongho groaned as he felt the laser hit the spikes from his arm, and jumped down to charge towards him. Baekhyun blocked every strike Jongho made with a smirk on his face. “You’re not going to succeed.”

“Oh but we have,” Baekhyun broke the spike on his arm. “Try getting that fixed.”

Meanwhile, Hongjoong ran as fast as he could all around the closed-off city, moving men, women, and children away from the damage. “Please stay here, all of you, we’ll solve this,” He said to them.

“Are you going to save us?” A little girl said.

“We’ll try, but keep yourselves safe, run to the borders, we’ll take it from here,” Hongjoong nodded as he sped away, almost running around to protect those who were already walking towards the borders with the assistance of the police, who were guiding them to leave. He saw military tanks enter the area, followed by men whom he knew were completing their military service and holding guns.

Every step the robot took, Hongjoong felt a tremor on the ground, the tremors increasing when he saw from a distance the other robot from the warehouse, that was walking towards the one being beaten down by the rest of his group. He could see the figures of Ten and Taemin, summoning the second machine from their places in the middle of it all.

He could see one car getting overturned, as if a shockwave was coursing through the road, electric advertisements short-circuiting. Hongjoong spotted one car about to hit the family at the very back, and moved in time to kick it away, the impact sending the vehicle back in its place albeit with a very visible dent on the hood.

As he went back to running in circles to protect the citizens from getting hurt, Hongjoong stumbled and fell, getting up to see Taemin standing by. He got up to his feet quickly, racing against Taemin, who stuck close to him. In the midst of the two of them trying to outrun each other, Hongjoong ran past him, making Taemin stumble and fall to the ground. Hongjoong stopped, adjusting the blade that had emerged from his sleeve that had some blood.

Taemin looked down at his side. There was a cut. “You’re going to regret that,” He said.

“You didn’t see that coming,” Hongjoong muttered, speeding away to continue protecting the citizens that were already moving out.

Mirae, San, Yeosang, Mingi, and Seonghwa climbed out of the ruins and ran out, following the robot as it marched through the trees that surrounded the ruins and into the city. “Looks like the rest of the guys caught up with it, Wooyoung’s controlling the robot from the inside for sure,” Mirae observed the actions of the first.

“Jongho must have busted it open, but they should’ve taken it down by now,” San glanced at his sister.

“They’re there. All of them,” Yeosang pointed out, seeing Yunho trying to kick someone away while Jongho was fighting Baekhyun.

“Remember, take the rest of them, but leave Baekhyun and Jongin to me,” Mirae said quietly, staring at the male who was trying to blind Jongho.

“That was the idea. We wouldn’t let you miss out on the privilege, my dear,” Yeosang turned to her, then created a portal that brought them directly into the fray. They stepped out into the middle of the street where the robots were.

Mingi, sensing Taemin was near, took out his lighter, trying to fight off the robot. The flames somehow grew larger the more he concentrated, and he made sure to fend off Taemin with another flame that grew. Seonghwa’s eyes glowed green and he tried to concentrate, getting the robot a few feet off the ground.

“You think you can destroy that kind of machine just like that,” Taemin snickered as he got up, stifling a groan as the blood stain on his side was spreading out even more. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of what keeps it going.”

“And you just gave us the answer, tsk tsk,” Mingi shook his head, taking out his shurikens and throwing them towards the machine as hard as he could. The shurikens pierced through the legs and he jumped up, hanging onto its legs. Mingi climbed up and San did the same. “If only I could heat this up we could bust in and end it.”

“We can,” San’s eyes and fingertips glowed and he punched through the leg of the machine as the two of them climbed even further. He punched the leg again, putting all his energy into breaking through the surface until he noticed the machine giving off an unusual glow that only he knew. “We need to get off!” He yelled, the two of them jumping off as the upper half of the machine exploded.

San and Mingi covered themselves from the bits of metal debris that came from the explosion. “What’s that? Something else is inside… Shit,” Mingi frowned, seeing the machine put itself back together, as if it was being pulled together by a glowing gem. “It’s like a diamond.”

“Diamond? Mirae told me about that,” San looked up, seeing how the gem pulled the machine back, as if it had never exploded. “It’s the diamond, the diamond from that tree of life story Mirae told me, it’s real!”

Mirae had also seen the gem pulling the machine back together. “It can’t be. It really can’t-” She said quietly.

“The diamond of the tree of life. It does exist,” Yeosang looked stunned as they followed the robot, seeing Seonghwa, San, and Mingi run with them. “What would be our next move, my dear?”

“We take them down. I remember something about that gem. It’s sentient, it’s going to-” Mirae stumbled when she saw Baekhyun close by, as if chasing her. “Go! Take the machines down!” She yelled at them.

“My dear, you’ve got your work cut out for you,” Yeosang sent a hex towards the light-bender, who staggered back.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” Mirae got to her feet as Baekhyun quickly did the same.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, and I need you to die first,” Baekhyun charged towards her, a beam of light coming from his palms.

Mirae’s eyes and fingertips glowed, the two of them caught in a tussle until she felt someone kick her. It was Jongin, who kept appearing and disappearing. “I’ve been dead before, but you?” She managed to knock away both males, sending them flying towards the other side of the road and crashing into cars. “You don’t know what it feels like.”

Jongin teleported away and reappeared in front of her. “Soon enough, you will be known as the one who caused that explosion at the Center five years ago, your face will be everywhere, do you really want that?” He said.

Mirae seemed unfazed. “You’re one to talk, causing this much damage,” In a few moves, she kept her hold on Jongin. “You try and teleport, I’m teleporting with you,” She said, kicking him some more until he was on his knees. She took out a deck of cards in her pocket, charging them as she could see Baekhyun run towards them through her peripheral vision. “Goodbye, Baekhyun,” She muttered, throwing the entire deck towards him.

The deck exploded upon contact, and Jongin looked up at her in horror. “You won’t be able to stop what Ino has planned. The diamond of the tree of life is in those machines and there’s nothing that can be done to reverse the process,” He said, almost in a whisper. “Baekhyun’s death is now on your conscience.”

“But the deaths of Jihoon, of Hyuk, and of Chanyeol are on yours, and I can live with that” Mirae stared at him, her eyes turning black. “I wonder what it would be like to see you as an empty shell of a human being,” She hissed. Jongin was staring at her, noticing that she took out a card from her pocket. “What would your own family think? Their son, their brother, their uncle, an empty shell of a person without a soul.”

“Do it then, soul-taker,” Jongin muttered, a look of horror evident on his face.

“You missed me,” Baekhyun had emerged from the smoke with a gash on his side, almost limping towards him. Mirae glanced at him, then let go of Jongin. “You think you could get me so easily.”

“I already have,” Mirae charged towards him, the two of them tumbling over on the road. Both of them matched each other’s moves, with Mirae hitting Baekhyun’s wounded side repeatedly. Her eyes and fingertips glowed red again and she headbutted him down, the road cracking under Baekhyun as he struggled to move.

As if sensing something was coming, Mirae pushed Jongin, who reappeared in front of her, in time, only for him to go back to her. Mirae’s eyes and fingertips were still glowing as she took him on, grabbing him by the leg and kicking it down, the bones cracking once again and making him cry out in pain.

“Tsk, tsk. Looks like I got both of you,” Mirae watched them squirm in their places. She sensed Yunho’s thoughts. She ran towards the road that had the two robots.

The males were unsuccessful in taking down the machines that were still wreaking havoc in the city, Hongjoong running around in circles to protect the citizens from getting caught in the crossfire of the chaos. Seonghwa was struggling to control each machine even though his eyes and hands were glowing the brightest it had ever been in the few months she had seen his powers manifest.

The rest of them were trying to bring down not only the machines, but also Ten, Taemin, and Lucas, who were gaining the upper hand. Mirae spotted Junhong, who was running out of the internet cafe, looking around for a sign of anyone he could approach. “Mirae!” He called out, having seen her.

“The diamond of the tree of life is powering those robots,” Mirae said. “San tried to blow it up but the diamond is putting everything back together. Is there a way to get rid of that gem?”

“I remember Ino telling me that the diamond is a sentient gem. It disappears whenever it wants to,” Junhong explained. “If Ino hyung created these robots with the power of the diamond, there should be a way for it to disappear now, if we can use it to repair everything else here when all is said and done, we’ll have control of it.”

“But now Ino has the control,” Mirae said, and he nodded. She looked back at the machines that Wooyoung and Mingi were trying to take down. “I am going to try something, there must be a way to take these apart.”

“From the inside, maybe, but good luck trying to bust into that,” Junhong said.

Mirae nodded, coming to the realization that she knew exactly what to do. She turned to Junhong. “Once we take these down, by some miracle, Ino would hopefully stop this.”

“I’m keeping my fingers crossed, but I’m not holding my breath at the same time,” Junhong frowned at the thought.

Mirae ran back to the middle of the road, seeing the machines on both sides. Her eyes glowed red, and she concentrated on the two machines that were still moving. Yunho, I’m about to break these things from the inside, she thought, in the hopes that he would hear her. The more she concentrated, she was slowly glowing, and they could see, in the middle of their fighting, that she was transforming into a bright, white spirit made out of energy.

“Mirae’s reached her full potential,” Junhong muttered, looking at her in awe as her energy form seeped into the machine that Wooyoung and Jongho were trying to take apart, the machine soon glowing red as Wooyoung and Jongho ran away, while Yeosang conjured a shield as the machine began to burst, the diamond inside disappearing.

The three males stared at Mirae’s energy form that flew through the air and entered into the other machine that San and Mingi were trying to take apart. San and Mingi jumped off, landing on top of some cars as the machine exploded and the gem disappeared.

“This is impossible,” Ten stared at the being that emerged from the explosion, watching it materialize back into Mirae, whose eyes were still glowing. He glanced at Lucas and Taemin, creating a portal before she could reach them, the three of them heading inside and vanishing. The portal reappeared before Baekhyun and Jongin’s incapacitated forms, Lucas grabbing onto the two of them before vanishing as well.

“Where the hell did they go?” Seonghwa looked around, seeing the ruins caused by the robots.

“They knew they would lose, so they left,” Yunho said, seeing a gem roll up against his feet. He picked it up. “If only there was a way to repair everything.”

The gem in his hand suddenly lit up and all of a sudden everything around them began to go back to the way it was. The windows that were smashed were brought back together, the dents in the cars disappeared, the rest of the damages, including the cracks in the roads were also brought back together as if nothing happened. “That’s a dangerous gem, Yunho,” Yeosang said, noticing what was in his hand, as the rest of them ran up to him.

“Mirae, where is she?” San looked around for a sign of his sister, until he saw a bright being fly above the buildings and into one skyscraper. “What building is that?” He pointed.

Yeosang looked over to where he pointed. “Lee Technologies. Ino must be there, and Mirae must be looking for him now,” He said. A disk appeared in front of them, expanding to fit them all. From the other side, they saw that it was an empty office and they went through.

The window shattered as Mirae went through, her bright energy form face to face with Ino’s astounded expression. “You have caused me guilt this whole time,” She said. “I have you to thank for me tapping into this part of myself again, but I can’t say things will go back to the way it was.”

“Lee Mirae, do you really think you can kill me?” Ino questioned. “I found you when you were working for your adoptive parents, fixed that trigger from your head, is that how you repay me?”

“I never said I wasn’t grateful, but I will say that you have done more damage to me because you knew where to hit me the most,” Mirae replied. “Your machines are gone, the rest of those people you were with have deserted you, it’s time to give up or I will have to make you.”

Ino shook his head. “Try me.”

Before Mirae could make another move, Ino had disappeared.

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wordstrings · 3 years

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of sleep-warm skin and love requited

Written and submitted by @delicategoblin:

OK IM OFFICIALLY TERRIFIED BUT IVE EDITED THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF THIS AND I CANT FIND ANYTHING ELSE TO CHANGE SO UHHHHH HERE WE GO. uhhhh you don’t need to anonymize it I’m g with having my actual blog on here i’m just ,,, f r e a k i n g o u t . thank you again for this opportunity though cause i never would have done this otherwise,,,,also it’s kinda cringe i know but i’m fragile ok i needed the Bois being soft

Publisher’s note: The first official fic of I Fixed/Fic’d It: A Supernatural Fluffsgiving Event! I absolutely love this and it’s exactly what my heart needed.

Words: 1,700

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of sleep-warm skin and love requited

Soft puffs of warm air blew onto his chest, it blew the fine hairs that grew there against their follicles. It was an annoying, tickling sensation that made it feel like there was a bug crawling on him. He didn’t move, though, or adjust the sleeping hunter in his arms. It served as a grounding sensation, a reminder that the warm body lying next to him was just that; warm, breathing, alive.

“I c’n feel you look’n at me weird.” Dean’s sleepy voice cut through the gentle silence that hung around them. One sleepy green eye cracked open and he shifted, wrapping his arms around Castiel’s bare torso tighter and burying his nose into his sternum.

“I was admiring you,” Castiel protested indignantly and smiled at the muffled embarrassed noise Dean made against him.

“Less admiring, more sleeping.” He grumbled, and pressed a placating kiss to Cas’s throat. Castiel let out a contented hum and let his fingers glide up Dean’s muscled back, feather-light, and up to the nape of his neck.

“Quit it.” Dean shuddered and fell back onto the mattress with a bleary-eyed glare. Castiel shifted onto his side and smoothed his thumb over the crease in Dean’s forehead that resulted from his affronted expression. Dean didn’t comply with his silent request, and it was Cas’s turn to frown. He leaned down and pressed a tiny chaste kiss to the wrinkle, Dean just shied away and huffed.

“Dean,” Castiel squinted at the stubborn man beside him, who stuck his tongue out and made a point to draw his eyebrows even further - the crease became more prominent. Cas could almost laugh, but this was a challenge. A challenge he didn’t intend to back down from.

“Cas,” He mocked, pulling a face.

Oh, so that’s how it was.

Gears in Castiel’s head were turning, but before they could even quite slot into place, he was on top of Dean, pinning him to the mattress with his weight. Dean’s eyes widened, no longer half-shut with the remnants of sleep, and he sucked in a breath. Pupils blown wide, and Castiel grinned. Dean had a very wrong idea of what was about to happen.

“Dean, you’re very stubborn.”

Dean smirked and waggled his eyebrows, before quickly returning to his previous expression, complete with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Castiel hummed as if he were deep in thought, tracing his index finger from Dean’s collarbone to his sternum. Dean cringed and pushed himself back into the mattress.

“Me? Well, I’m going to knock you down a peg or two, in a manner of speaking.” Castiel purred, resting all ten of his fingertips on his ribs, a salacious grin on his face.

“You, on the other hand,” He continued, gliding his hands down to rest at Dean’s sides. “You’re going to smile for me.”

Dean barely had time to swallow nervously before his senses were set alight by tingling, buzzing electricity. He bit his lip and squirmed, grappling with Castiel’s flitting hands.

“C-Cas, c-c’moHAH. Nonono, c’mohon man, this shit’s for kIDS.” His voice raised an octave when the ex-angel who was enjoying this way too much dug his infuriatingly skilled fingers into his tummy.

It took less than three minutes for Dean to be lost to laughter, punctured by the occasional ‘No!’ or ‘Cas!’ and things that were definitely not shrieks when his attacker got to a bad spot.

Cas, the bastard, was watching him with a big stupid smile on his face. It was so wide and genuine Dean couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad when he caught glimpses of his face amidst his thrashing.

“Cas! Cas, it’s like 4 am, stoho- nahaha CAHAHAS NOT THERE, YOUSONUVABIHIHITCH.” Dean cackled and threw his head back with laughter as Castiel’s hands shot into his armpits, he convulsed and clamped his arms down as hard as he could. Nothing could deter Cas’s determined digits.

When Dean’s breathing started sounding labored, Castiel retreated his hands and took to scritching at Dean’s lower belly. Tickling there, just above his waist-band, was the closest thing to giggling he thought Dean Winchester was capable of. His other hand, bored and itching to roam the squirming body beneath him, cupped Dean’s other side and stroked the skin there. There was another layer of squirming away added to Dean’s half-hearted struggle.

“Caaaas, quihihit playing with my chubby spots.” He whined through bubbling laughter. It was innocent enough, but Castiel knew this man well enough to tell the difference between a joke and genuine insecurity.

Castiel pursed his lips and abandoned his tickling, leaning forward to kiss the panting, red-faced mess. Dean was enthusiastic, cupping the back of Castiel’s head, meeting his kiss sloppily with an open mouth and obscene smacking sounds.

When Castiel pulled away, Dean’s hand kept him there; their faces just inches apart, noses brushing.

“You’re the single most beautiful creature in all of creation, Dean Winchester. Inside and out.” Castiel said firmly, cupping Dean’s jaw reverently and looking into his lover’s wide eyes. A faint blush dusted Dean’s cheeks and he dropped his gaze, shrugging, and grumbling. Cas used his hand to nudge Dean’s face back up and pressed kiss after kiss to Dean’s face. His forehead, each eyelid, his nose, his top, and bottom lip, and his chin.

“I’ve seen stars born,” Castiel murmured against his jaw, pressing another kiss to the stubbled skin.

“Galaxies formed,” Another kiss, this time to his neck, then his collarbone, then his sternum.

“Supernovas,” His chest, right over his heart.

“I witnessed the creation of the very first life forms,” His ribs.

“I’m older than time, older than this world, than the universe.” His diaphragm, his stomach, his hip.

“It’s you, Dean. Nothing I’ve ever seen, ever experienced, could ever hold a candle to you. I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Dean sat completely still, watching Cas with twinkling eyes, he swallowed thickly and made to sit up, Cas climbed off him and Dean leaned forward, resting his head on Castiel’s shoulder.

“You mean that?” He whispered, taking Castiel’s hand and fiddling with his fingers. Castiel smiled and pressed a kiss to the crown of Dean’s head, nodding.

“Yes, Dean. I mean it.”

Castiel could hear the quiver in his breath when Dean inhaled deeply.

“That’s pretty gay, man.” He said shakily, pulling away from Castiel with a wobbly smile on his face.

“That it is. I’d venture to say what I’m about to say is gayer, though; I think your smile is especially beautiful. And your laugh.” Castiel added with a sly smile. Dean was quicker on the uptake, though, and before Cas could follow through on his plan, he found himself pinned to the mattress. Staring down a disgruntled Dean, who wasted no time in reaching behind him and kneading Castiel’s thighs.

He howled with laughter and grabbed blindly at Dean’s arms.

“DEAN! DEAN, STOHOHOP!” He bucked underneath the grinning man.

“You started it! And you were about to ambush me again.” He feigned offense, his words spoken around a laugh. His hands converged on Cas’s ribs and dug into the giggle-shriek-inducing spots between each bone.

Expertly, Dean took Castiel apart. Fingers seasoned with years of big-brother experience. His goal was to just tire Cas out to the point he wouldn’t be able to re-retaliate. Ten fingers scribbled across his belly and Cas was lost to giggles that Dean would never tire of hearing.

“Deheheannn, nahaha I’m sohOHORY!” He barely managed around an honest to god squeal that left his mouth when one of Dean’s curious fingers wiggled into his bellybutton.

“See, I just don’t think that’s true.” Dean tutted.

He could have continued on forever, sweet laughter and adorable attempts at an escape or a plea. But, now that Cas was human and oxygen was kind of a necessity, he made the mature decision (what can he say, falling in love changed him) to stop. He pulled away with a parting raspberry to the side of Cas’s neck, which made him shriek and jackknife under him.

“I didn’t bring you back from super hell just so you could tickle the shit out of me, you know,” Dean said, poking his hip. Cas flinched and rubbed a hand over his face, residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. He sighed and parted his fingers, peering up at Dean.

“Why did you bring me back, then?” He challenged. Dean glared down at him, but his gaze held no heat. Maybe some exasperation.

“You know why.”

Castiel pulled his hands away from his face and shrugged innocently.

“I don’t, actually.”

“I told you,” Dean huffed. Don’t ask why he was allowing himself to be swept up into Cas’s little game - maybe he liked it. Or maybe he felt guilty still.

“You told me lots of things - through wailing sobs, so it was hard to understand at times. Here; I’ll even make it easy for you. I love you…”

“I know,” Dean replied in a mocking, honeyed tone as he flopped back onto the mattress, pointedly shutting his eyes. Castiel let out a long-suffering sigh and lay back next to him, body curved around Dean’s; a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle slotting together. It was a shame Dean was being too much of a man-baby for Castiel to properly enjoy their compatibility and closeness at the moment.

“You’re impossible,” Cas murmured into the skin of Dean’s shoulder, reaching over to pinch at Dean’s waist. He curled away with a squeak that made Cas’s heart swell and grabbed his hands.

“No more tickling,” He pouted. The other man smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to Dean’s temple.

“No more tickling.” He agreed, nodding solemnly.

Then it was quiet again, peaceful. The soft sounds of Dean’s breaths were in sync with his own - the feeling of his heart beating was still alien to him, even though it wasn’t something he noted often.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean said quietly, fingering a mindless pattern on Castiel’s bicep, “I do. Love you, I mean.”

Castiel smiled and pressed his thumb gently into the give of Dean’s thigh, reveling in the softness, the warmth.

“I know.”

#SPNfluffsgiving2020 #tickle fic #Supernatural #ticklish!Dean #ticklish!Cas #Destiel #tickling #ler!Cas #ler!Dean #Dean Winchester #Castiel #submission #author delicategoblin #not mine

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mmvalentine · 3 years

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Home is Where You Are pt 10 | Feysand

Girl next door AU. One last smut piece before we leave this fic. Also this is my 50th post and that makes me happy. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

They stayed in the city apartment for another year, then moved into the old house. They had spent so many weekends there anyway, that it seemed a natural progression. Feyre liked the big pools of light in the living room to paint, and Rhys declared there was nothing he was attached to, nothing that was home if Feyre wasn't there. He worked from home easily and only had to go to the city for big events, and that suited him just fine. Feyre left her job and was invited to another studio by someone who had been following her on social media, and messaged as soon as Feyre announced the move.

They packed up their little life into Rhys' car; there was not much since they had been gradually moving things over on their breaks. Then they drove the six hours to their house, and before Feyre could climb the first step Rhys was scooping her up into his arms so he could carry her across the threshold.

"What are you doing you dork?" Feyre giggled. "I'm giving you the official welcome to your new home," Rhys said. "We're not married, and we've been half-living here for months now," Feyre pointed out. "Yes, well, we didn't technically live here. Maybe just a welcome home, then." Feyre folded her arms around his neck and kissed him like frosting on a cupcake.

"We could, you know," Rhys said, still holding her in his arms. "Get married. If you want." Feyre tipped her head to one side. "Rhysand are you proposing to me?" she asked with a smile. Rhys shrugged. "You've always had me, Feyre. Since we were thirteen years old. I've never been one for tradition, and I didn't know if you'd want a proposal after Tamlin. But I hope you'll be mine for my whole life." "Forever," Feyre promised, and kissed him again.

Rhys walked them into the landing, then stood at the foot of the stairs.

"Ladies choice," he said. "Bedroom, or counter top?" Feyre shivered in his arms in anticipation, and licked her lips. "One, then the other." Rhys' eyes sparked. "Yes ma'am," he said, and carried her to the kitchen. "Although I might reverse the order, if it's all the same to you."

He set her down on the bench top, gently at first, rearranging her legs so she sat facing him. Then his eyes went black, and he grabbed a hold of her behind the knees and yanked her forward, a hand gliding to the back of her neck and the other coasting down the outside of her thigh. Even sitting on the tall counter, Feyre's head only came up to Rhys' nose. His sudden change of mood had sparks rolling down Feyre's spine.

"Seriously," he said, in a voice like midnight. "All I think about all day is you on kitchen table tops, and I never get any work done." He pulled off her shirt, and dropped it onto the floor. "You're a terrible influence on my work habits." The bra was dropped, too. Feyre slid her hands up in the inside of Rhys' black t-shirt. "Don't blame me for your lack of productivity," she said. "You're the one who keeps putting me up on these." "True," Rhys said against her lips. "But you look so good sitting up here."

Rhys' hands smoothed over her legs and hitched them around his waist. He kissed her mouth, and leaned into her so she was tipped backward, and holding onto his neck to keep herself upright. He gripped her hips so that they wouldn't lose contact with his.

"Now," he murmured. "This island bench top is much bigger than the one at the apartment." He put his palm flat against Feyre's chest, and pushed her gently downward so she had her back flat on the table and her feet dangling off the edge.

"I think I'll have you like this. And," he paused and smoothed her arms above her head. "Like this," he said. He leaned down and pressed a luscious kiss into Feyre's belly. Her hands came down to stroke his hair, but Rhys stood up quickly.

"Mmm naughty," he purred. "Hands up." He pushed her arms back above her head, and held her wrists down. "Keep them there. If you don't, I'll have to tie you up so you can't move them."

He kissed his way down Feyre's arm, and across her collar bone. Made eye contact as he moved his hands, making sure she didn't bring her arms down. Then, satisfied she wasn't moving, he cupped both breasts in his hands and put his teeth on her nipple.

Feyre's back arched up but she kept her arms above her head as instructed. Rhys' lips made their way across to the other breast, then over her ribcage. Feyre curled her fingers around the opposite lip of the island. Rhys squeezed her breasts in his hand as his tongue travelled further south. As he bit into the waistband of her pants and used his teeth to tug them down a little. As he licked that line of her hips, teasing high above where she really needed him.

In one smooth motion, Rhys had her pants off, but instead of going to the centre of her, his mouth moved to the inside of her thigh. Feyre moaned in protest, but Rhys took his time. Teeth and tongue on the softest part of her leg. Up higher. And higher. Finally he reached the edge of her underwear- but then he just moved across to the other side and bit into her right thigh. Feyre tried to pull him in with her feet, tried to get him closer, but he was unmoved. Ran his tongue across the leg edge of her underwear, and did would not speed up.

Rhys loved Feyre like this. Spread over the counter, needing him so badly her eyes were rolling back and her teeth were clamped down over her lower lip. Her hands stuck on the table above her, because he said so. The sight of her had him so fucking hard. He peeled her underwear off, but kept his attention at the join of her leg and her hip.

"Please," Feyre panted, starting to buck off the table. "Rhys, please."

Rhys hovered his lips over her clit, so she would feel his breath when he spoke.

"I love my name in your mouth," he said, and then sucked against her with a swirl of his tongue. The sound that tore from Feyre made his knees buckle for a second. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, and licked broadly over her until her knees were trembling next to his ears, and he knew she was close. Then just before she started to come, he stood, unzipped his jeans and pushed into her.

Feyre, whose moans became close to sobs, gripped the far edge of the bench so hard her knuckles were white. She moved her hips to meet his, as Rhys' hand ghosted down her sternum.

"Are you right on the edge, my darling?" Rhys asked. "Are you wishing you could rub your clit right now?"

Feyre's teeth clicked together, but she couldn't seem to form words.

"It's a shame you can't move your hands," Rhys mused. He picked up the pace a little. "Maybe you need someone to help you."

Feyre nodded, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes now.

"Is that what you want?" Rhys asked her. "I don't know if you don't tell me." He sped up more, fucking her hard into the counter top.

"Y...yes," Feyre stuttered. "P..p..." "What's that my love?" "Please," Feyre got out. Rhys licked his thumb, then held it over her clit as her hips rocked back and forth. Feyre's moans choked off, moved beyond sound. A beautiful flush spread out over her chest.

"Don't come yet," Rhys told her. "Wait for me. Come with me." Feyre bit down savagely on her lip, and just nodded her head. "Listen, honey," he said. "Listen to me breathing and come with me."

Rhys kept the pressure under his thumb, and put his other hand down on the table by Feyre's shoulder. His rhythm built, and his steady breathing built with it. Soon his moans matched paced with Feyre's, and he locked his eyes on hers and watched her run up to the edge with him...

And tumble right over at the same time.

Rhys came hard inside her, the feeling of Feyre's own climax around him intensifying everything a hundred times over. He kept moving inside her until her orgasm faded away, and then put his head down on her breastbone and listened to her heart beat gradually slowing down.

Feyre's hands finally came down, and she threaded her fingers through his hair. He nuzzled into her stomach and pushed into her touch.

Finally, he pulled out of her and used a tea towel to clean her up. Then he helped her up to sitting, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing softly up the side of her neck. She hugged her legs around him, and ran her nails across his shoulders.

"Welcome home, lover," he whispered. "Welcome home yourself," Feyre said back to him.

Rhys lifted her off the counter, her legs locking around him, as he kissed her mouth and licked her tongue. Then he turned, and started climbing the stairs to the bedroom, where they would start all over again.

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*sighhhh* that's the end, lovers. I really enjoyed this little fic, my enormous thanks to everyone who came along for the ride and let me write this. I hope it made you feel as gooey as I did.

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spoiler1001 · 3 years

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Hello, I come with a new prompt~

Molly somehow ends up underground and separatedfrom the ithers(not buried, but underground) and having a panic attack. The only thing keeping him sane is Caleb using Message to make contact with him.

Going through tombs was usually not a good idea, in Molly's opinion. As a blood hunter that specialized in the undead, Molly felt like this should have been obvious. It should be even more obvious that exploring catacombs was an even worse idea, but they were hired to do something and they wanted to do it for old times' sake. It was Molly's first mission back and maybe for the throwback, they wanted to deal with the undead. Caleb had Frumpkin stay with Molly, this time in his true form: a pseudodragon. Frumpkin still behaved like a cat, often purring and cuddling, but this was his form now. He even blew out puffs of fire if need be, showing that Caleb really was bound to this fey creature.

Frumpkin's orders were still set to listen to Molly, so it was no problem.

The group had been exploring the catacombs for an hour now, apparently looking for a specific grave. The rumor was that it was a witch's grave, a cruel old woman, The Mighty Nein was sent to make sure that she rested where she was laid to rest. Easy enough. Find the grave and ask.

It would have been easier if they had been given a map- or a general place to look. That being said, they were just told the name and date she died. The group could at least read the tombstone. The Mighty Nein was good at that.

So on they trekked, reading grave after grave, generally keeping to themselves. Jester had her arms wrapped around Fjord; Beau was holding Yasha's hand. Good for them. They each deserved something good and healthy.

Frumpkin had curled around Molly's neck, sitting there like a piece of jewelry. Molly could feel the purring through the skin, returning the noise in kind.

They could feel the ground settle and shift around them, causing Frumpkin to curl around Molly tighter. Caleb didn't look directly at Molly and vice versa, but they were aware of each other.

Molly felt the shift and reacted before he was aware of anything. This kind of subconscious reaction didn't feel like when he was learning Lucien's skills. Molly jumping back as the roof caved in was the result of years in the circus. Of course, Molly was still out of rhythm with the rest of the group. Everyone else jumped forward. The ceiling dropped. Again. Frumpkin chirped against Molly's ear and it became apparent that Molly had curled around the familiar to protect him.

Looking around at his surroundings two things became apparent. The ceiling had collapsed on either side of him. That was not good. Then some of the bodies fell...free. Ok, that was not something Molly wanted to see, especially since the ground was still shaking so the dead wouldn't stop moving.

Molly's head fell light. The bodies were shifting towards him ever so slowly, like they were reclaiming him. Frumpkin was making a noise next to his ear but Molly couldn't hear it. Molly could barely feel when his back hit another grave, and a heavily rotted hand landed on Molly's shoulder. His vocal cords locked up. There was only a rasping gasp leaving him.

Mollymauk, Mien Freund, we are coming to get you. We are dealing with the stone.

Getthemoffgetthemoffgetthemoff.

That could have gone smoother, but he didn't care. A skeletal hand now rested on his foot, and now his entire body locked up. His mind wasn't connected to his body anymore.

We're almost there. Just breathe.

Caleb's voice cut through the booming heartbeat in his ears.

There was a light shining into the room on his right. Frumpkin was wrapping himself around Molly's head. It didn't completely shake Molly from his daze but Molly placed a hand over the creature.

The light got bigger and bigger, but Molly closed his eyes, hiding behind his Fey friend. Frumpkin for all of his efforts was growling at the now moving corpses. Eventually, the shaking stopped. The corpses stilled. Molly was curled into the fetal position, whimpering.

“It’s alright, Molly, it’s over.” Caleb’s voice was next to him. Molly was still tense, the skeletons and the like leaning all over him. Frumpkin had stopped his growls and was purring and headbutting Molly gently. Caduceus stepped forward and, careful not to touch Molly, took all of the dead bits off of him.

“Mr. Mollymauk, the dead have lost their grip on you. You can open your eyes.” Caduceus’s voice was soothing and it worked. Molly took a deep breath. Caleb didn’t even notice that Molly was holding his breath. Molly looked up at Caduceus, most of his face being hidden by Frumpkin’s wings. Frumpkin chirped and climbed onto Molly’s shoulder. Caleb took a step closer to Molly.

“Are you-” Caleb started but was interrupted by Molly wrapping his arms around Caleb.

“Thank you.” Molly purred and squeezed Caleb harder.

“Mollymauk, do you want to leave this place?” Yasha placed a hand on Molly’s shoulder.

That was a question. Molly was quiet for a moment. Then he shook his head.

“I don’t want to not see this through,” Molly whispered. “I just don’t want to be locked in here alone.” Molly pulled himself away from the hug with Caleb, only to wrap his arms around one of Caleb’s. The wizard blushed. “We agreed to this as a group and we will finish it as a group.”

Yasha nodded but kept her eyes on Molly the rest of the mission.

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The witch was actually dead. This whole thing was utterly pointless. Caleb set up the tower before the day was even over and Molly announced that he was taking a nap. Caleb let him go.

Caleb thought back to what had happened earlier. He was so scared that Molly had been buried alive, that Molly had been taken from them again…

Yeah, a nap sounds wonderful.

Caleb floated up to his bedroom and opened the door.

There was a pile of clothes thrown onto a nearby chair. Mollymauk’s.

The tiefling himself was buried in Caleb’s sheets, Molly’s nose nuzzling Caleb’s pillow as he was drifting off to sleep.

“You’ve had a day, Mollymauk.” Caleb ran his fingers through Molly’s hair. Molly just responded by purring. “Let me get changed, and move over I want to sleep too.”

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Caleb noted that Molly was clinging to him like a sloth to a branch. It was warm and soothing. Caleb could get used to that.

#caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #widomauk #tw corpse #tw panic attack #tw moving dead #i use a random number generator to decide which one to write next and this is the one selected after my car broke down #prompts #prompt

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monst · 5 years

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Worship

All characters 18+

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: Nsfw, obsession, sexy times/creepy times.

Oml I got carried away. In my defense I love writing yandere my quotev is strictly o.g yandere x reader but, I’ve never done a soft yandere so this was pretty fun. Based on this post by: @lord-explosion-baku

You bit your lip as you looked at your front door. Letting out a sigh you walked to the door stomach churning. You knew he was there. He always was. He was also the reason why you haven’t been able to get laid. You didn’t know how he managed to run off your dates but, every time you confronted him he’d always smile and say they weren’t right for you. You conceded as you had come to terms that if there was anyone in the world who knew you better than yourself it was Izuku Midoriya. And, if he said they were no good then it was true. Because Izuku knew everything not only about you, but those who you hung out with. It was creepy and You found yourself wishing that you could hate the green haired man but he was adorable.

When you were in a shitty mood after coming home from work you’d find cute encouraging sticky notes on your door ranging from how amazing you were to how much your beauty rivaled that of Venus. Other times you’d find things a bit more queer……….you really weren’t expecting that All Might thong for your birthday. Honestly, you would have given him the time of day had he not revered you as if you were some deity. The freckled man practically kissed the ground you walked on. And, you were sure he had a shrine in your honor.

Oh lord the ‘candid’ pictures, you really found that annoying. The clicks and, flash made you grit your teeth. You honestly didn’t know why you were considering this again. Yes you let the number one hero in your home before but, you were drunk well the first time…… Well shoot it wasn’t your fault that you loved how he felt inside of you, he just knew you too well and, maybe you liked not having to tell someone what you want. Speaking of want, that was exactly what had your hand hovering over the door handle. And here you thought women couldn’t get blue balls.

“I hope I don’t regret this.” You groaned clenching your thighs together. You were hot and, he was there. That’s what you told yourself as you opened the door to look for the fit man. You narrowed your eyes as you noticed the red sneakers just around the corner.

“Midoriya.” You gulped and averted your eyes a furious blush on your face. “Hurry the hell up you creep.”

His large doe eyes shimmered and a large smile stretched his face as he quickly walked to your door. Your heart almost skipped a beat at the expression but, you rolled your eyes at the sight of his camera and notebook. “(Name)!” He cheered when he was finally in front of you. His emerald hues observed your form a soft pink glowing on his cheeks. You were in your panties and a tank top. Midoriya bit the inside of his cheek when he noticed your lack of bra.

“You look amazing today as usual.” He beamed. “I was wondering when you’d finally let me in again, it’s been three weeks, two days, and seven hours.”

“R-right.” The thought of closing the door briefly crossed your mind.

“Did your breast get bigger? I could have sworn the last measurement was (size) or could it be that your aroused? You know according to research a woman’s breasts swell when-

“Good-bye Midoriya.” You said about to close the door and, deal with it yourself. Maybe you could use that one vibrator.

“A-ah wait!.” He cried “S-sorry it’s just that you barely talk to me and, I get so carried away. Your just so amazing and-” His half-lidded eyes looked downwards “You know I can see how hard your nipples are right? And, you didn’t just pee on yourself.” He bit his lip looking at the wet spot of your arousal.

Although his wording was awkward and, not in the least smooth you felt your core pulse at the look he was giving you. “Shut up and come inside.” You grumbled.

“Gladly.” He grinned at his lewd joke as he walked in waiting for you to close the door.

Ignoring his quip you locked the door and headed towards your bedroom. Midoriya’s eyes locked onto the curve of your ass as you walked in front of him. ‘Soon I won’t be some booty call.’ the green haired male thought. This was the umpteenth time he’s been here and, with every union he couldn’t help but think that you two were slowly becoming more. His love sick smile grew in size as he noticed a particular item on your wall.

“You kept it!? I’m so glad!!!” Midoriya’s eyes curved in a joyful smile as you turned to look at what he spoke of.

“Oh the picture? Yeah.” You said nonchalant. You obviously thought it was no biggie that you’d kept one various gifts. This one just so happened to be a portrait of yourself.

“Wait why is the heart I drew covered?” He pouted.

“Because I didn’t enjoy the hidden gift.” You said tugging on his wrist.

“Well that makes sense, I thought you tossed it ‘cause the feed for the cam was black.” You didn’t respond. Was it bad that you were used to this? Your eyes caught the green of his irises as you opened the door of your bedroom.

“Look I don’t want you to read into this anymore than you have been okay?” You tried to clarify.

“Noted.” He licked his lips. “So can we start?”

Midoriya prided himself in knowing your body. He knew what to do to make you shiver and, where to touch to make you moan. Your body was his, he’s claimed it more times than he could count. You were his, you were just a bit too stubborn to admit it, but that was okay he was patient. You not so much.

Your hands quickly went to remove the buttons from his shirt. Once the shirt became irrelevant your hand roamed across the expanse of his chest. ‘For having such a baby face his body is so sexy.’ you thought nails scratching at the muscles on his stomach. Your hands reached his waistband and, before you could unbuckle his belt he grasped both your wrists.

“I’m not looking for a quickie babe.” He said lifting your hand to his mouth to kiss the tips of your fingers. “I want to take my time with you.”

His lips left soft sensual kisses up your arm. “Who knows when i’d be allowed to gaze upon such a masterpiece.” He smiled into your skin. He spun you around so that your back pressed up against his chest an arm around your waist while the other twirled a lock of your hair. “When you have a meal this good you don’t rush through it hm? I intend to devour and savor every last bit of you.” He purred in your ear. You couldn’t help the shiver that it sent through your body nor the growing need for him to touch you.

Midoriya made quick work of your tank top placing it down delicately on your desk. It was yours after all and anything of your was precious. His eyes took in your almost nude form. “Lay down sweetheart~ Let me take care of you.”

You did just that. Your heart pounded in excitement when you noticed the large ten in his pants. He slowly climbed on top of you legs on either side of your waist. “Turn around.” He murmured. You turned. His hand slowly glided down your back in soft strokes.

“Mm” You couldn’t help let out soft sighs and moans as he kneaded and pulled. He massaged the tension from your muscles. You felt him trail down kisses along your spine with each kiss he’d praise you.

“Wonderful, Talented, beautiful, adorable, perfect.” His heavenly hands moved towards your thighs and, then your legs. You were on cloud nine a blissful expression on your face when he turned you around. His soft lips met your forehead. And, you ignored the soft “mine” that slipped past his lips. Those sinful lips didn’t touch your lips but, feathered around your face as his hands squeezed up your waist and cupped your breasts. Rolling your hardened bud on occasion. One hand let go of the soft mound to dance across your skin southward.

“Ah~ M-Midoriya.” You gasped as his fingers worked circles around your swollen clit. A smirk rose on his lips at the sound of your soft sighs and quickening breaths. His face was above yours watching your every expression wanting to preserve the memory of your pleasured face.

Your eyes widened and, you quickly put your hand to your mouth making the man pout. “Y-you know the rules no-ah! Kissing or-”

“Marking.” He finished with a roll of his eyes. You had mentioned that since you guys weren’t a thing he had no right to kiss you on your lips or leave hickies.

That being said Midoriya continued his ministrations on your sensitive nub and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His lips traveled down onto your neck where he licked and sucked on some of the most sensitive areas softly so as to leave no marks. When satisfied he kissed your chin and moved his fingers down to your slit. You were dripping. He pushed in two fingers groaning at how your tight walls clenched them.

“Your so amazing.” He mumbled into the valley between your breasts. His tongue slid further down your soft skin leaving a glistening trail as he thrust his fingers in and out of you slowly. Midoriya’s tongue dipped into your belly button before it finally reached your exposed cunt. Like the tease he was he kissed your inner thigh and pulled his head back to watch as his fingers curled to stroke your g-spot. Your back arched as you mewled.

“Mmmm I-Izuku!” He loved when you said his name. Much to your annoyance he pulled his fingers out.

“What a-are-” Your word caught in your throat as he put his drenched fingers into his mouth to lap up all your essence from his fingers. Your pussy throbbed with need, he looked so erotic.

“Mmm you taste so good honey~” He moaned. You could only watch with bated breath as he pulled your legs over his lean shoulders. His face so very close to your pulsing heat. He chuckled as your hips bucked up towards his face.

“S-stop teasing Izuku.” You moaned.

“Your so needy it’s cute.”

Once more his tongue licked at your inner thigh and, he slowly made it to your folds slick with your essence. “Your so wet and, for me no less.” He pressed a kiss to your clit before running his tongue over the area. You were already very sensitive from his soft attenions that when his tongue slipped into your hole you-

“Fuck!” You yelped thrusting your hips up to him while grabbing onto the sheets. “Oh my gosh Izu.” You said breathlessly. His response was to remove his tongue from your dripping core to tease your clit his fingers teasing your opening.

“Please~” You begged shamelessly.

“As you wish.” He mumbled from his spot between your legs. He easily slipped three fingers inside and went directly for your g-spot making you cry out and grind your pussy to his face. You were getting close the coil building up in your abdomen. Midoriya smirked as you called out his name and profanity. You almost lost it when he started sucking on your clit.

“Oh Izuku! Ah yes! Oh my gosh right there~” You moaned withering underneath him. While you were coming undone his other hands made quick work of his belt and, he easily slipped down his trousers and briefs. His large cock dripping with pre-cum. He used his unoccupied hand to pump his length running his thumb over his tip to lubricate himself. He grinned you were going to love this …And him.

“I’m so close!” You moaned and, what you felt building up receded as Midoriya removed his fingers from your heat. Before you could say a word he thrust forward into you balls deep.

“Izuku!” You came hard around his cock due to the suddenness. Your walls clamped down around his shaft and he groaned.

“You feel so fucking hot.” He cussed. Beginning to trust into you at a steady pace. You were still rippling from your first orgasm and it felt so incredibly good for Izuku. Izuku fit perfectly inside you, filling you up just right. “Ngh I don’t want to leave this~”

“Ah~ Izuku it feels so good~ Please give me more! Ah~” Your overstimulated body shook with jolts of pleasure every time he’d slam back into you.

“Yes, just for me~ Cry out just for me baby~” He grunted as he rutted into your slick cunt. “It’s mine right? This tight pussy?” He asked sweetly.

“Oh yes! Yes it’s your all yours!” You cried lost in ecstasy. His pace turned brutal at the declaration and, he leaned forwards your legs almost by your head. You yelped at the new angle.

“Izu! Your so fucking good~ Please don’t stop!” You yelped.

“Your fucking mine pet. Mine.” He grunted his hot cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. Your hands let go of the sheets and gripped his lush green locks. With disregard for your own rules your lips smashed against his desperately. His eyes widened and he kissed back with equal fervor. Your tongues danced around in a messy tango as you both were nearing your peaks.

His hooded eyes looked at you. Tears at the corners of your eyes, face flush crying out his name. “Fuck your absolutely glorious.” He moaned. “Cum for me baby~ Cum all over my cock.” He urged.

With a screech of his name you came again your walls squeezing him trying to milk him out. Your head spun but, Izuku wasn’t done yet. Your thighs quivered at the stimulation. And, before you could beg him to stop he looked at you.

“Mmm Beg for me to cum inside you. To claim you.” Your voice failing you, you could only gasp and nod your head your body too tired and sore for arguments. With a few more thrusts he shot his hot seed deep within you making you moan at the feeling of being full. You both slumped onto the mattress when he pulled out to catch your breath. Midoriya’s stood to grab a towel and his gaze shifted to look at you. Flush and, filled with his cum that was trickling down your thigh. No one could make you like this. He wouldn’t allow it. No one was worthy of it and, he’d make sure no one ever thought they could be worthy.

“Izuku. No Midoriya.” You mumbled drowsily. “You know the-”

“Shhhhhh.” He said wiping you clean with a rag. “Just for tonight let me stay here.” he said wrapping his arms around you delicately. Instinctively you curled towards him and, hummed.

“Just for tonight.” You said sleepily “I want you gone before I wake up.”

“Sure sweetheart anything for you. I do love you after all.” he smiled snuggling you to his chest.

“I know.” You sighed as you drifted off.

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The hero known as Deku was already dressed and ready to head out as per your instructions. Before he left he opened his notebook and taped down a picture of you sleeping in his arms. He clicked his pen and wrote;

Entry #783

Today we joined together again. And, we really made progress. Where on a new level in our relationship because I still can’t believe it she kissed me!!!

I know that soon enough she’ll give me a copy of her keys. Not that I don’t have one already lol but, Omhfdbvj I’m so excited. She even said she was mine. She’s a little stubborn but, soon enough she will be completely entirely mine to love to hold and cherish. It was a close call when she almost slipped through my fingers. I’m so glad I got rid of Carter last week. ^^

#yandere #izuku mydoria #izuku x reader #Izuku smut #Lemon #bnha lemon #midoriya x reader #bnha insert #bnha imagines #yandere izuku #soft yandere #mha #bnha #yandere lemon #Yandere Izuku Midoriya #bnha deku #deku x reader #yandere deku #yandere midoriya

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Goretober D17: Trapped - Yandere! Jimin

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin x Gender Neutral Reader - You’re engaged

Warnings: Yandere themes, blood, degradation, injury, aggression, mildly suggestive themes, violence, passing out.

Word Count: 1,674

You should have known he’d be too good to be true. Your fiancé had been perfect up to this point, so perfect that it almost came off that he was hiding something about himself. You’d had no proof though, besides the nagging feeling in your gut and the bit of jealousy that would flare up on Jimin’s end whenever you two went out someplace where other’s eyes would devour your form. You didn’t think too much of that though considering you sometimes found Jimin doubting his appearance and needing reassurance. Simply assuming his jealous moments had to do with that rearing it’s ugly head again. At least you dismissed it as such until any more evidence of his dark side would appear.

The time for that came when Jimin had planned a get away for the two of you to celebrate your recent engagement. It didn’t take much for him to convince you, or rather, guilt trip you into agreeing. Complaining over the fact that you were always at work and never with him anymore. That some time alone in a cozy cabin in the woods would be a perfect thing for you two, spending time together away from all the distractions. Spending cold nights cuddled up together by the fire, some nights entirely innocent, others leading to less innocent means of warmth. You admitted the fact that it was very appealing and easily agreed, even giving in to Jimin’s pleas to pack for you, so you could relax more leading up to the trip.

The first red flag showing up when you arrived and a lot of your photos from home were already hung up decorating the walls, under the pretense of what Jimin called making the place homey. The next warning sign was the way he’d packed for you, all the items that made you feel most comfortable staying in and then all his favorites on you, which was never anything that showed too much off. The largest red flag you noticed that day though, was the security. Jimin said it was because of the bears. Of course that would explain why the windows were barred and security cameras watching every entrance way from the inside as well as outside. Yet still you gave Jimin the benefit of the doubt, after all he simply booked the place, right? Little did you know he’d had it built, planning up to this very moment. Special for you and him, so he’d never have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

“Angel I have an idea.” Jimin called from the kitchen on what was went to be the last day the first week of your get away, things going smoothly so far and easing a lot of you initial concerns about the situation.

“Yeah? And what’s that? An activity for us to do?” You question looking up from your book as he walking in again, a bright smile filling his face.

“Of sorts yeah. “ Jimin nods and you raise a brow waiting for him to continue, “We should elope here! I can literally call some to do it and we can take the pictures out back, it’d be beautiful don’t you think?”

“Min love, as amazing as that would be. We have outfits back home and everyone is waiting for a big event and so on.” You sigh softly putting your book down as he pouts at you, even as he crawls into your opened arms.

“I know angel, but it’s still a year away. I don’t want to wait that long. I want you to be mine already.” Jimin’s cheeks puff as he gives a little agitated huff.

“I am yours love, even if we aren’t married yet.” You assure him as he lays against your chest, fingers running through his hair. Jimin practically purring in contentment, pleased with what you said and the affections you’re giving him.

Perhaps it was moments like those that kept you from seeing the dark side of him, the side hidden even still when he “convinced” you to extend the two week get away a third week. The side you refused to believe when he handed you a note from your boss saying you were suddenly fired without explanation and that you should just live in this lone little cabin in the woods. The one that seemed more like a cozy prison than a little wooded sanctuary that one would retreat to. For three months you just ignored the lingering dark side Jimin had, until he returned home from work one day as a family member drove up. From inside you could hear and see the screams until Jimin snapped and punched them, sending the terrified person rushing home. Even when you asked about it he only brushed you off saying you were delusional and nothing was wrong, he’d never hurt anyone. Lying straight to your face as his knuckles bruised up from the punch he threw. Over the next month things started disappearing, any means of communication. Your cabin didn’t even have a mailbox for you to send or receive letters from. Jimin denying any knowledge about any of your devices or access to the outside going missing. Yet, he still brought you new books, art supplies, gardening stuff, anything to keep you occupied while he was off working. Things were alright like that too. For another month anyways, until you lost your mind alone in the silence all day just for Jimin to come home and act like this was how normal life was supposed to be like. Acting like he was completely justified in shutting you off from your old home, life, and anyone other than him.

Eventually you couldn’t take it any longer and decided that you had to get out, even if just to get to the city for a day. Though you knew it was more than likely you’d go to the home of some friend or family member and stay with them until you decided what you wanted to do. So an hour after Jimin left for work, just to be safe in case he ended up coming back you decided to slip out the back door. The one he left unlocked in case you wanted to go into the fenced yard he had for you and garden or sniff the flowers or anything. You knew the fence was electric, but had seen Jimin work on it before, going to the box, you switched it off, pulling some wire just to be safe. Before climbing over the fence, if Jimin looked over the tapes of your escape and managed to find you, you knew for a certainty you’d be more than screwed. So far things were going smoothly though, now you just had to climb the fence and find a way to the city, which you had a feeling would be a rather long walk. Your walk didn’t last long though as a sudden sharp pain clamped down on your leg only 20 minutes into your journey, wet smearing and dripping along where the pain sprouted from a shrill scream leaving your lips to echo through the forest. Looking down through glassy eyes you notice a bear trap, latched around your lower leg, it having been hidden among the leaves. You lean back against a nearby tree slowly working you way to sit and trying to will away tears despite the pain, so you could read the directions engraved on the trap about opening it. It’s no use though as blood quickly stains your jeans and tears stream down your face, the loss of blood making you light headed until you fall to the side unconscious. When you regain consciousness it’s to the dim light remaining from the sunset. Jimin sitting across from you leaning against another tree, looking like he’s barely giving you any mind. Only looking up at you when he hears a pained groan.

“Well....welcome back angel. You manage to learn anything besides how to disappoint me?” Jimin’s question is sharp, in hopes of stinging at your emotions. You can’t seem to care about that with the throbbing in your leg though, the blood having dried by this point and making it even more difficult to move. Fresh tears stream down your face as you look at Jimin.

“P-Please Minnie. I-I didn’t mean it. I-I just missed seeing the city is all. I-I was going to come back I swear.” You try to convince him and Jimin only shushes you softly, moving to stroke over your hair and gently wipe away tears.

“I told you the world was a dangerous place angel. Especially far too dangerous for you.” Jimin’s voice has softened, but something about it still puts you on edge.

“I-I’m sorry Minnie, love. I-I didn’t realize how dangerous. I-I didn’t know there were traps out here.” You tense up when Jimin gives a dark chuckle at your words. Him sitting you against the tree again instead of comforting you any longer.

“Oh angel....the traps aren’t the danger. It’s what the traps are out here for.” Jimin tsks softly in disappointment, before examining your leg in the trap, “ After all...who do you think set them?”

You heart stops for a moment at his words, it made perfect logical sense. There was no one else out here and these weren’t old traps, it could only have been Jimin who had set them up. You’re jarred back to reality though as Jimin yanks open the trap and frees your leg.

“Here’s the deal though angel. It seems you’ve misbehaved and still not entirely learned.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair sighing softly, before standing and offering you no assistance.

“So the only way you’ll be sleeping in a warm home tonight is if you can get yourself there on your own. I’ll be waiting for you if you make it. Otherwise...you better be prepared to rough it out here tonight with what those traps were really intended for and I’ll come get you in the morning.”

#goretober #yandere jimin #yandere bts #bts #jimin #bts oneshot #jimin oneshot

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Meat II

Werewolf! Flip x Reader - Medieval AU

Word Count: +3.100

Warnings: One surprise / nonconsensual kiss

AN: This will be a six Part series. It has nothing to do with the movie and is a complete medieval AU with it’s own lore about werewolfs. I thought it might be an interesting turn on it :>

MY MASTERLIST ♥

Slowly and carefully climbing out of her dress that was pooling around her ankles, Y/N was now just clothes in her undergarment shift and tried to pull the red cloak around her shoulders.

“Here… let me help…” hearing his deep voice again so near to her she slightly flinched while he pulled the cloak from her shoulders again and laid it correctly around her still trembling body.

Flip gently took her hand in his to lead it towards the loop that would wrap around a button to close. Letting her fingertips run along the hem she could feel the big hood that felt so soft in her hand, almost as soft as the fur she had touched earlier while the other had carried her.

When he suddenly wanted to pull his hand away she held onto it before she could scramble over her own feet again.

“Come, you can rest on my…. bed.”

The way he said that last word she first was concerned until she heard the crunching of the hay under her body while he had sat her down onto the pile of it.

“I will get us a bed in dew time, don't worry. I will provide everything for you.” again she could feel his lips pressed against her cheek before his footsteps went quieter while he moved away from her.

Suddenly hearing the loud rumble of logs being thrown onto the ground, Y/N flinched and quickly pulled the cloak closer around her body.

“It will be warmer soon.” he called over while lighting the wooden logs in his fireplace.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Well to keep you warm, Meat. You’re still trembling.”

“That's not what I mean.” she shook her head, trying to listen for his footsteps until he already wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Then what do you mean, my little meat?” he almost purred and pressed his forehead against her head while brushing with the tip of his nose along her cheek.

“Why haven’t you eaten me yet? How could leaving me alive benefit you?” she asked, trying to look at him as close as she could possibly guess in her constant darkness.

Flip let out a loud barking laugh, which made her jump a little before she pulled her head away from him again.

“Were you really thinking there was a bigger reason behind it? I saw you and I wanted you. That's what a wolf does. He takes what he wants for himself, even fighting his own kind for it.” resting his big hand against the side of her face, Flip let his thumb run over her soft lips.

It was true, he had saved her life from being devoured by the other wolf and had marked her as his own, but her question still stood. Why keep her when it only made more trouble for him?

“So then what is your plan?” she asked again.

“I don’t know? Grow old together? Have some fun? Eat lots of your meat pastries.” he started to grin at the thought of her special meal. Every month he had gotten excited for the full moon so he can get a taste of those delicious pastries and see her a bit closer instead of from far away.

“So you won’t let me go back to my family?”

His eyes suddenly squinted in anger when he heard her question and Y/N could feel the air fan against her skin while he let out a deep huff.

“Once you’ve been cursed you won’t be able to leave the forest alive. One step out of it and you fall over, dead. Just in case one of the sacrifices escaped.” he spoke very truthfully, but still jealous that she wanted to return to this horrible village.

“You will have it better here… I promise you, my little meat.”

“How am I supposed to have it better here?! Blind! In a place I don’t know with a … a beast like you!?”

“But I’m not always a beast, like right now. You saw it yourself and you liked what you saw.” he started to snicker while both his arms wrapped back around her torso, her hands immediately pressed against his shoulders to keep him still at a safe distance, but he could still see her flustered expression.

Suddenly she felt his grip on her neck tighten before he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against her own for a short moment before he all of a sudden left her alone on the bed again.

Her heart was beating fast, Flip could hear it echoing in his ears and he was glad that she couldn’t see his smirk at the moment while he watched her shocked but also flushed expression while she laid her fingers over her own lips.

For a while she could hear him shuffling around on the other end of the room and she soon could hear the fire roaring and the wood crackling in the fireplace and even though it was just a slight source of light, Y/N could at least feel the warmth radiate on her skin.

Carefully pushing herself of the unstable stack of hay, she wanted to reach out with her hand until it landed into Flip's big one.

“I’ll bring you over before you burn yourself.” he mumbled calmly and with a swift motion of his arm he had picked her from the ground and placed her onto a tiny stool.

Immediately the warmth of the fire rose into her whole body and she sighed relaxed.

While Y/N enjoyed the warmth Flip looked around at the dire food situation on his table. Nothing was really suited for a human, either rotten since he hadn’t finished it the last full moon or things that only he in his wolf form was able to eat.

“I need to go down into town so we can eat.” he scoffed. This all was too unexpected but he still was angry with himself that he wasn’t prepared enough.

“I will be right back.” laying his big hand on her hand he leaned down to press a kiss against her neck, but she suddenly held onto his shirt.

“I want to come with you...” she didn’t want to be alone in here, who knew if the others from his people wouldn’t come and kill her while he was away. But he welcomed her idea.

“Alright, Meat.” picking her up again she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

“And I want a new dress! Since you ruined mine.” she stated sternly while Flip was slowly walking along the path to reach the underground city.

Letting out another barking laugh, he nuzzled his head against hers with an amused smile.

“Everything you want. If we're lucky we might be able to get a proper bed today as well.”

“A big one!”

“We’ll see what the carpenter has.”

“Good.” happy with that answer she leaned her head onto his shoulder. Her body was exhausted from the things she had gone through that night.

Immediately when they had gotten to a more crowded part of the city the murmur around them started. Flip had been the first wolf ever to just take a human for himself instead of eating it like it was tradition.

“Don’t worry, no one is able to harm you with my sigil on your body. Otherwise they will be killed as well.” he reassured his little meat who only nodded to his words.

“If I’m cursed. Does that mean you're under a curse as well?” she asked interested while she could feel his warm smooth skin under her touch.

“You could say that I guess. We were just born like this … we know as much as you do.” getting closer to the shopping district, Flip tried to ignore the calls from the other wolves that also had transformed into human bodies. But Y/N listened closely to their words.

How they teased him to give them a piece of her as well and not just keep her all to himself but also kept their distance. They respected him enough but also were close enough with him that they could risk such jokes.

“Oh shut up you bunch!” he suddenly growled over his shoulder but they only laughed while he snickered lightly as well, even Y/N had a slight smirk on her lips.

They all seemed very close, just like her village used to be. It still felt like a bad dream to her, that she knew she was in the arms of a beast that she had to live with then there was nothing else left for her.

If she tried to leave she would either freeze or starve to death in the forest or even if she made it out she would fall over dead immediately.

Flip could feel her grip suddenly get tighter around his neck and instinctively nuzzled his face against hers.

“We go to the carpenter first and then we get something nice to eat.”

A few hours later, the both of them were sitting at the table while they were quietly munching on their meal. Y/N was exhausted and she was sure she already had some bruises because she ran into things so often in the shops while he had discussed things with the shop owners.

They had quietly made their way back to his hut at the outer rim of the underground cave. While Flip was carrying the bed frame, his freehand held onto Y/Ns while she was carrying a basket with the other wares he had gotten. Her feet now protected with a pair of big soft fur boots she was able to walk much steadier than before while following him.

And now they were resting with a good meal that she had advised him to cook, since she wasn’t able to see and do it herself.

While he was stirring up the fire again she slowly stumbled to the bed frame and started to gather the hay underneath to stuff it into a sheet so they could still use it as a mattress.

“Where should I put your dresses?” his deep voice suddenly rumbled next to her left ear.

“Wherever you think is best. It’s your home after all...” letting her hands wander over the fabric of her dresses in her hands. When they had visited the tailoring shop, the two ladies inside of it found her extremely adorable since she was smaller than their own kind and they couldn’t wait to get to work on her and now she had two dresses which she had no idea what they looked like but that had felt comfortable on her body and even Flip had told her that she looked pretty with them.

After he had placed the mattress onto the bed, Y/N immediately let herself fall on top of it. She could hear his deep chuckle before she felt a blanket being thrown on top of her.

“How long will you be in this form?” she mumbled quietly and soon felt him fall right next to her.

“From now until the moon rises again. Normally I would’ve been on my way to your village already.”

Y/N swallowed hard and he knew he made her uncomfortable again.

“I just … couldn’t wait to see you again. Every month it was the only thing I would look forward to.”

“And my pastries?” she chuckled lightly and he joined her laughter.

“Yeah those as well.”

“Why do you eat us?”

“It’s tradition. I guess the original intent was to weaken our enemies. But that is so long ago your folk made it into tails of gods and deities.”

“What about my family? Will they ever know what happened to me?” she could hear him take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to answer her question.

“Since they seem to know about the real curse… they will only have their grief. Unless you want them to know that you are still alive but can’t return...”

“I… I don’t know...”

Feeling his big hand brush over her cheek, Y/N slowly closed her eyes, the warmth of his human palm giving her comfort.

After a while of complete silence, Y/N suddenly opened her eyes again, even though Flip had thought that she had already fallen asleep.

“Can’t your people and mine not just live side by side? There is no war anymore.”

“Remember the first thing you called me? A godforsaken monster. That is all we are to your people. We are being hunted down as soon as we get spotted. There will never be peace, which is why we fled underground and lived our lives down here ever since.” Flip explained calmly and Y/N stayed quiet but at least allowed him to gently caress her face.

He noticed that she was much more relaxed now and that she just closed her eyes and trusted him to sleep next to her made him smile with relieve. After a while the fire was getting weaker, she slowly crawled over to him to cuddle up against his brode body for warmth.

But in the next few days her body and health seemed to get weak and seemed to be getting ill.

“Come on, Meat…” Flip whined and gently pressed his snout against her face to nudge her but she only breathed heavy, her skin felt like it was burning.

“Please Y/N… wake up...” he pleaded with another desperate whine and tried to push his snout under her to push her head up.

She only let out a small groan before he placed her head gently back on the pillow. He didn’t understand what was wrong with her. Flip had no ideas what humans would need.

“Flip! Hey are you there?” he suddenly could hear someone call for him outside.

“I will be right back…” gently nudging her with his snout he let his tongue grace over her cheek before he made his way outside.

Looking up at the opening in the cave ceiling he could see a human merchant that he only knew too well.

“Ron…” the wolf beast breathed with relief.

“I heard a rumour that you finally got your human.” Ron smiled down at the wolf but that soon vanished when he noticed the helpless look in the others eyes.

“What happened?”

“She isn’t moving. I don’t know what's wrong with her.”

Hearing the quiet murmur outside the hut, Y/N slowly opened her eyes even though the only thing she could see was the darkness she had slowly gotten used to.

Out of habit, her hand slowly wandered over the mattress where it normally would be stopped by a wall of fur. But this time she could feel nothing, the other side of the bed was empty.

When she tried to push herself up she barely was able to move her body and fell right back onto the warm mattress.

She felt helpless and without his protection she felt like a hurt deer served on a silver platter for the monsters that were hiding in the dark forest around it.

The first night here she couldn’t wait to get away from him, but now all she wanted was for the beast to return to her side.

“Flip...” her voice was weak and her throat dry, but Y/N just wanted him back.

“What symptoms does she have?” Ron was already trying to climb down the rocky path while Flip was walking in circles until his ears suddenly perked up and he sprinted back into his hut with Ron right behind him.

“My sweet little meat, you’re awake!” he purred while nuzzling his snout against her face.

Immediately when she laid her arms around his smiling snout, Y/N pulled him closer against her chest while his tail instantly started to wag.

Ron watched them for a moment before he let his heavy bag fall onto the wooden table in the middle of the room. Flinching at the loud sound, Y/N dug with her fingers into Flips fur who nudged her softly.

“Don’t worry, this is Ron. He is a friend of mine. He is a human too. Ron will find a way to help you.” he whispered in her ear before gently nibbling on it with his teeth.

Suddenly seeing Ron's hand rest on her forehead, Flip growled for a short moment but Ron scoffed at him with a grin.

“Don’t growl at me when I try to help your love. She definitely has a high fever. Are you going on walks with her so she has some sunlight everyday?” but as soon as Ron saw the wolf's head tilt he already knew it’s answer.

“Humans need sunlight. They can’t live underground for too long. When she gets better make sure you go up with her at least for a while every day.” the other human turned back around to his bag while Flip nuzzled his snout closer against Y/Ns body. He had no idea that humans would need sunlight to feel healthy, but he was thankful that Ron came around and helped him now so Flip could understand better how to take care of his sweet little meat.

“I see your diet also contains of just…. Meat. She needs vegetables and fruits and bread. She can’t survive just on meat like you beasts.”

“But nobody sells those here.”

“Well lucky you have me then. I can come by and sell you some from time to time. But she really needs some now.” pulling a small folded paper out of his bag, Ron placed it on the table before he grabbed the cauldron to fill it with water.

“You need to-”

“I’m not leaving her side!” Flip immediately growled and Ron let the cauldron fall into the wolf's paw.

“Fine… I’ll go then.” pulling his big box of a bag over his shoulder, Ron adjusted his coat for a moment.

“I will search for some wild ones. You better get some water boiling. Dilute the powder here in it and let her drink it if she can. It will give her some strength back.”

Y/N flinched when the wooden door slammed shut again and Flip quickly licked over her temple in a try to calm her.

“You will be better soon. I promise...” she could hear the guilty undertone in his voice, now that he knew that it was his fault that she had gotten so sick. But why hadn’t she told him herself?

Was she, even after all these weeks, still afraid of him?

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #werewolf flip #werewolf!flip #flip zimmerman au #flip zimmerman imagine #flip x reader #flip au #flip imagine

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