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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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I know its been a minute and I know you're busy so really whenever you get a chance but more amina?? Please I love that one so much (really tho I need to stress that it is whenever you can get to it, I can be patient when I want to and I enjoy all of your writing (I just reread learn to share bc ahrksgaksgaka))

I've actually been kinda working in the background on this (even though it isn't very long lol) so its no big deal for me to finish it up for you guys!

The next one will probably take longer since its going to be straight up filth sjdjbfhdhd

Ghost watched the blank look on Soap's face, amusement wracking his system at the clear shock that was running through the other man. It was quite adorable to see the red that slowly rose up his neck and to his cheeks.

In his arms, Roach struggled lightly against his hold again. Ghost only gave him another wiggle to get him to stay still. His companion looked up at him with a pout before pointing at Soap, "Look! You broke him!"

Ghost scoffed, "I didn't break him, he just needs a moment, Bug."

Roach gave a grumble in response, "He wouldn't need a minute if I had his dick in my mouth already." Ghost shook him again in response, the little squeak his Anima let out at the movement pulled a grin to his lips.

Roach was an insatiable little demon, he knew that well enough. He'd been at the receiving end of his lust more than enough times. The shorter man was more than willing to corner him anywhere and everywhere for a quick go at each other.

He'd found himself pressed up against a wall in the locker room numerous times, his pants shoved to the ground with a hot mouth fixing itself over his cock and skilled hands fondling at his balls or using their grip on his hips to pull him closer. At one point Roach had come to him while he was in the gym, walking over and plopping down firmly in his lap while he was at one of the weightlifting benches. He'd nearly dropped the weight he was working with when Roach started palming him through his sweatpants, his Anima's own cock already out as he stroked himself quickly. Hell, Roach had even forced him into a closet on a stealth mission at one point because his hands "looked too fucking good against that gun." He hadn't been let out until he'd made his Anima spill twice with only his fingers to pleasure him.

He knew his lover was insatiable. Thats why he'd pulled him off of Soap. As excited as the thought of watching his Anima take apart Soap piece by piece made him, he knew that they needed to do things right. He and Roach wanted this to be a more permanent situation, they couldn't rush into that.

He gave Soap another few moments, remaining patient even as Roach gave little huff and puffs of annoyance in his arms. If Soap said yes, if he wanted this, then Ghost would let Roach go. With supervision of course, he couldn't just let the insatiable little thing do whatever he wanted, poor Soap might not be able to handle it. He was sure the man in front of him wasn't a virgin, but he doubted he'd ever been with someone like Roach. An Anima had a great deal of strength and great deal of stamina and once Roach fully started, it would be hard to get him to stop.

"Johnny?" He finally asked after a few minutes. He was a patient man, but Soap's blank staring had been going on for several minutes now and was beginning to border on concerning. "If you don't want this," he hesitated, anxiety rising up in his chest, "You can just say that. It won't change anything between us."

His words seemed to finally snap Soap out of wherever his mind had gone. The man looked up at them with wide eyes, just staring for a few moments as his face went delightfully red. "Oh," Roach whined in his arms, "That's so fucking cute." Ghost had to agree with him. That was fucking adorable. Roach's words only seemed to make Soap blush redder.

"Um," the man started, clearing his voice as one of his hands came up to the back of his neck, "are the two of you, I mean, are you sure? You want me?"

"I want you," Roach started, "Simon wants you, you want Simon, and, based on the way you've been trying to get a look at me for weeks, I'd assume you want me too."

Soap seemed to choke on the air he tried to breathe. Amusement filled Ghosts chest, warming him as Soap sputtered, "You noticed that?"

Roach gave him a wicked grin, his tone turning teasing as he responded, "Of course I noticed. That silly tutorial you followed was hard not to notice," he snickered a bit, ducking his head into Simon's chest to hide his laughter as clear embarrassment burned on Soap's face. "Don't worry," he said finally, turning back to face him with a coo, "If you say yes then you can see me whenever you want. However you want."

Ghost had to roll his eyes, only Roach would tease the man like that before essentially asking him if he wanted to date and fuck afterward. His Anima could be ridiculous at times. "Well," Ghost tilted his head at Soap. He had to admit, Roach was ridiculous, but he was just as eagar as him to hear Soap's answer, "What do you think? If you need some time, that's alright to, we can come back to this later."

"No!" Soap's voice rang out quickly making Ghost raise an eyebrow at him from under the mask. Soap couldn't see it, but it was clear to see that he picked up on the questioning look. He squirmed uncomfortably where he was sitting for a moment, pulling another mutter from Roach about how cute he was. "I want to." He ran his hands along his jeans, his shakey voice giving away his nerves, "If the two of you will have me, then yes."

Ghost could feel happiness blossom in his chest and he could feel a similar excitement and joy radiating off of his Anima in his arms. Roach started squirming in his hold, once again trying to get over to Soap as Ghost held him back. "This is good," Ghost said to Soap, "As you can see, Roach is very excited about it."

Soap gave a loud laugh at the same time that Roach slapped his arm. "Let me go!" Roach insisted with a whine, "He said we could have him."

"In a relationship, Bug." Ghost reminded him, "Ask permission for what you want." He pulled his mask up, taking it off and tossing it away. He gave a quick glance to Soap, noting that the other man was watching them, him particularly, with red seeping down his neck. Ghost held his gaze as he pressed slow kisses to Roach's neck, pulling a slight moan from his Anima and a gasp from Soap. "Go on, ask him," He spoke again, louder this time as he pulled away from Roach.

Roach squirmed in his hold, but met Soap's eyes from across the room. "Can I please," he batted his lashes at the other man, "please, please ride your cock?"

Ghost gave a chuckle as Soap gaped at his Anima, it was clear that the man hadn't expected him to be so forward with his request. Still, he managed to respond fairly quickly through his shock, tilting his head back with a tempting groan before responding, "Fuck yes."

With that settled, Ghost released Roach, watching in amusement as his Anima scrambled across the room to shove Soap to lay back against the bed. He straddled him quickly, his hands slipping under his shirt as he rolled his hips down onto the other man. "Finally," Roach tilted his head back with a happy little sigh before a mischievous grin took over his face. He shot a Ghost a quick look, batting his eyelashes in an oh so tempting way before turning to hover over Soap. "I am going to fucking ruin you baby."

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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Worship You~ Im Jaebeom

WARNINGS: Smut, Daddy Kink, Jealous/Bratty Reader, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Yandere Themes, Shower Sex, Spanking, Oblivious Jaebeom, Soft Jaebeom.

A/N: Dear lord in heaven, the things this man does to me. I promise I will post a smut that is NOT about Jaebeom soon!! As per usual I am tagging @yanderejb <3 love u

Jaebeom usually doesn't allow me to leave the house, he said it was ”too dangerous”, but he had let me come to this party for his work, I hated it so much. Maybe I wouldn't hate it if I didn't have to watch some chick in a very revealing dress hang all over him. Am I jealous? Extremely. Am I feeling insecure? Quite a bit. There was a group picture taken that they were in and he had his arm around her waist and she put her hand on his chest, I don't like this one bit. She had beautiful long hair and such a perfect body, her looks alone made me feel threatened.

Jaebeom looked up at me and smiled before going back to his conversation with her. How could he not see the look on my face? Is he doing this on purpose or is he just oblivious? I walked over to them, watching how she playfully pushed his shoulder while she laughed obnoxiously at something he said, I put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention ”Baby, can we go yet?” I asked sweetly. He shrugs my hand from his shoulder ”Not right now, I'm talking with someone,” he said. I saw the girl smirk at me and I scoffed, Jaebeom’s head snapped back towards me quickly and I rolled my eyes at him knowing he hates that, ”Fine,” I say in a bratty tone and walk away.

I know Jaebeom is shocked by my sudden change in attitude, but he has pissed me the hell off, so why not play with him for a bit? I'm always so good for him, and this is how I'm treated? ”I need a drink,” I mutter to myself. What I really need is attention, but it seems like I won't be getting any...from Jaebeom at least. There was a waiter passing by with a tray of Champagne, I grab a glass from him and I see Jackson standing a few feet away from me, I look back at Jaebeom who is watching me out of the corner of his eye whilst talking to the girl, I can see he is little upset with the way I just acted, I looked at the girl and then back at him before rolling my eyes again and chugging the glass in my hand.

I walk over to Jackson smiling ”Jackson! It's been so long!” I exclaim and hug him. I can feel him tense up a bit, but he hugs me back, his hands on my lower back. I pull away and begin to talk to him about something innocent. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at it and see a text from Jaebeom.

Daddy❤: I bet you think you're real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home. I laughed at the text and put my phone back down, I knew I was making Jaebeom extremely pissed but I didn't care. I continued to talk to Jackson about a new show that was on Netflix when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, I turned and saw Jaebeom. ”Kitten, let's go home,” he says. I shrug his hand off my shoulder and smirk at him ”Not right now, I'm talking with someone,” I mocked. Jackson looked a little nervous, Jaebeom’s presence alone terrifies him now, but before I could say anything else, Jaebeom grabbed my arm and pulled me away. ”We’re leaving.”

The ride home was silent and tense, Jaebeom had a strong grip on the steering wheel and I knew I had hit a nerve. When we got home, I walked through the door first and then he shut the door rather harshly. I was suddenly against the wall, he held my hands in place and roughly kissed me. ”You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled. ”What the fuck were you thinking?” he yelled. I just looked at him blankly, his eyes were extremely dark at this point, usually I would be terrified. ”Well I was thinking I wanted some attention,” I tell him. He groans in frustration, he runs his hand through his hair and pulls me in the bedroom, he grabs the paddle and sits on the bed, pulling me across his lap, lifting my dress up and ripping my panties off to expose my ass, ”Count, ” he says sternly. ”Why? Don't you know how to count?” I scoff.

He did not like this and brought the paddle down against my ass hard. I yelp and lunge forward. He holds me down and chuckles darkly, ”You want to be a fucking brat? I'll show you how brats get treated.” He brought the paddle down hard again and continued to do it until I was sobbing. My ass was so bruised and sore by the time he was done. He stood us up and wiped my tears from my cheeks. ”Are you ready to be my good girl again?” he asked. He sighed when he saw the fire light up behind my eyes, meaning I wasn't going to behave. ”You think I'm going to be a good girl for you after the way you treated me tonight?” I asked before I started laughing. ”How about you make me, baby boy,” I tell him and cross my arms. I can tell his blood is boiling, he grabs my neck and pushes me against the wall again.

”What did you just call me?” he growls in my ear. He practically rips my dress off, quickly unbuttoning his pants and taking his length out. He picks me up and slams into me, I cry out and scratch at his arms. He moves us over to the bed and lays me down, he proceeds to pound into me and wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes, I choke out moans and tears form in my eyes. My hands fly to his hair, but he stops them, ”Nuh uh, Kitten, what do you think you’re doing?” He grips my wrists, holding them above my head as he continued to fuck me, ”What happened to all that shit talking from earlier? Hm?” he asked cockily. I mewl under him and he chuckles at my form, ”What’s my name, Kitten?” I try to force an answer out, but my moans are overpowering my voice, he asked again, this time more sternly while picking his pace up.

”D-Daddy, ” I cry out. I felt my stomach begin to tighten and I started to clench around him, but he pulled out and the feeling melted away, he finished himself off and released onto my stomach. I look at him and whine, ”Brats don't get to cum,” he snaps at me. I huff and push him off me. He glares at me and opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. ”Just don’t.” After watching some girl throw herself at him, being shrugged off by him so he can talk to her, having my ass bruised so badly all on top of being denied an orgasm, I'm extremely frustrated at this point and I feel tears prick at my eyes. I stand up then walk into the bathroom and I heard a sigh come from Jaebeom.

A few tears had fallen as I turned the shower on, I grab my towel and set it next to the shower. I step in as Jaebeom walks into the bathroom and let the water run over my body, the hot water washing the Jaebeom’s release from my stomach. I grab my loofah and lather it with soap then begin washing my body, I heard the shower door open and Jaebeom step in. His hands rested on my waist, lightly rubbing them, ”Here, let me wash your back, Kitten,” he says while grabbing the loofah from me. He moves the loofah in circular motions all over my back, then very gently goes across my bruised ass cheeks, ”You want to tell me why you’re acting up tonight?” he asks softly, but still in a stern voice.

I stepped under the water and let the soap wash off of me before I turned around to look up at him, ”You want to tell me why you let that girl hang all over you? Or why you basically pushed me off you so you could continue to talk to her?” I asked. He made a face of realization and stepped towards me, he caressed my face before kissing me softly on the forehead, then cheek, then lips. ”I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he whispered softly. I tilted my head back to get my hair soaked then he grabbed my shampoo to put some in his hands and started massaging my scalp with it.

I close my eyes and relax under his touch, letting him rinse the soap out before massaging conditioner in my hair. ”Kitten, you know you're the only one I have eyes for, ” he reassures. I look up at him as he rinses my hair out, he held my cheek in his hand and pulled me close. His lips leaning down to mine but before they touched, I whispered ”Prove it.” He kissed me then began to back me up, my back hitting the cold tile and making me gasp. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands traveled down to my thighs, gripping them, and picking me up. He held me in between him and the shower wall, my arms around his neck as I held him in the kiss.

He lined up with my entrance before pushing into me, he slowly and deeply started to thrust into me. My body lit up at the feeling as I moaned softly against his lips, my hands going to his wet hair, running my fingers through it, and lightly tugging at it. One of his hands left my thigh and went to my clit, he rubbed it at just the right pace as he rolled his hips into mine. We broke the kiss and rested our head together, whimpers falling past my lips and moans coming from his. My heart pounded as the familiar pit forms in my stomach, I can't help but clench around him, ”Please, I’m sorry I acted like a brat...I-I'm so close, ” I moan out.

He quickens his pace and presses his lips to mine again, ”I love you,” he says before going to kiss my neck and collarbone. ”I love you too,” I reply. He thrusts deeply into me making me throw my head back and rest it against the wall, moaning out as I tug at his hair more, ”Jaebeom.” ”Fuck, the way you say my name is intoxicating,” he groans against my neck, he looks at me with love, lust, devotion, ”I worship you, Kitten,” he moans out. His hand that was once rubbing my clit goes to the back of my head and pulls me to his lips, the kiss has a passion that has never been so intense before.

He thrusts up into me one more time and I let go, crying out against his lips and babbling incoherent nonsense as he cums in me. ”I love the sounds you make when you come undone,” he moans to me. He pulls out and I put my legs down to stand, my legs feel shaky but he hasn't let go of me, his arms wrapped tight around me as he rests his head on my shoulder, leaving kisses along it, my arms are around his neck and we just stand there for a minute, basking in the afterglow. He raises his head and put against mine, his eyes half lidded, ”Come on, Kitten, ” he begins before quickly pecking me on the lips, ”Let’s get you washed up again.”

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to-star-lake · 4 years

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ether [ pt. 2 ]

pairing | pjm/jjk x reader genre | angst, love triangle word count | 5.4k rating | M

You stared at the multiple missed calls from Jungkook on your screen, your thumb hovering over the notification, wondering if you should call him back.

“Ugh,” you mumbled, feeling a headache come on, your head starting to pound and you tossed your phone aside. You pushed yourself up, struggling to pull your dress from your body before flipping the duvet over and crawling into bed, snuggling your face into your pillow.

You took a deep breath in, ready to drift to sleep when you heard a faint buzzing from somewhere under the covers. You popped one eye open, annoyed, and felt around in the sheets until your hand landed on your phone. You grabbed ahold of it, and held it up to your face.

Incoming call: Jungkook

Shit.

You sat up, holding your phone in your lap, staring at the lit up screen in your hands, wondering what to do.

Fuck, just pick up the phone.

You slid the bar across the screen and held your phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

Nothing.

“....JK?” you asked quietly.

To this you heard a sigh, his breath huffing into the speaker.

You felt your brows knit together. “Ok, if you’re not gonna say anything, I’m gonna hang up now-”

“Where are you,” he asked, though his tone made it sound more like a demand.

“Home,” you scoffed at his question.

“Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was-” You fell backward onto your pillows, a blurry and rose-tinted image of Jimin pushing you against the wall, his hand between your legs flashed through your mind and you shook your head, “I was busy.”

You heard nothing on the other end except for his breathing. A few moments passed before he said, “Who was that guy you left with?”

“Just someone I met at the bar,” you answered curtly.

“You left with a guy you just met?”

The way he asked that question made a knot form in your stomach. “Why do you even care, JK?”

A few more moments of silence.

“Are you with him now?”

“No, obviously not, I’m at home,” you rolled your eyes.

“Where’d you go with him?”

“What’s with the interrogation, JK?” you heard yourself raising your voice. “You don’t hear me asking what you and Yuri were doing all night.”

You heard a sharp exhale on the other end. “You shouldn’t just go places with some random guy you just met, he’s bad news-”

“How can you say that, you have no idea who he is!”

“Neither do you, that’s my point! You said yourself you just met him!” he was beginning to raise his voice too.

“Yeah, so what, I just met him, and I happened to have had a great time with him. He’s nice, he’s funny, he’s incredibly attractive, and I’m going on a date with him tomorrow. So leave out of it, JK.” you huffed, hanging up the phone, angrily tossing it aside.

You stared up at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Why the hell does he care? Besides, it’s not like you even owe him any explanation.

You slid down further into bed, pulling the covers over you when you heard your phone buzzing again beside you.

Glancing over, you saw Jungkook’s name come up on the screen and you picked up your phone, getting out of bed, and walked it out to your kitchen counter and set it down and watched as it continued to vibrate on the marble surface.

You left it there, turning and heading back into your bedroom, slamming the door shut. You pulled the covers over your shoulder and thought for a moment back to when you saw Yuri clinging onto Jungkook’s arm at the bar earlier. You wondered if she asked him to take her home. You wondered if she invited him up to his apartment. You wondered if he said yes.

In the morning, you woke to a horrible high-pitched buzzing coming from your front door.

“Ugh,” you moaned, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, a dull pounding in your head from a lingering hangover making you dizzy. You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the bright morning sunlight, and looked over at the clock on your nightstand.

It read 10:00AM.

Oh, shit.

You flew out of the covers, bursting through your bedroom door and running towards the buzzing intercom in your living room, almost sliding and falling on the rug.

“Yes?” you hit the speaker quickly.

“Miss Y/N?” it was Johnny, the security guard downstairs. “Um, there’s a guy here, says he’s here to see you?”

You stood by the intercom for a moment, stunned.

Did he really come back, at 10AM, like he said he would? It took you a few moments to hit the intercom again.

“What’s he look like?”

“Uh, about 5’8, gray hair though he’s not, like, old, umm” he lowered his voice, “He showed up in a McLaren.”

You heard a soft laugh escape your lips at the description.

“Johnny, please tell him I’m sorry to be late, I’ll be downstairs in 15, please be nice!” and with that you ran back through your bedroom, pulling your underwear down from your hips, almost tripping over them as they fell to your ankles. You stumbled into your bathroom, turning the water on and jumping in immediately, flinching as the cold water hit your skin.

You doused your body in soap, rinsing shampoo through your hair as quickly as possible, and flew out of the shower, tousling your hair with a towel. You slid on a bralette and a matching pair of underwear, pausing for a moment in your closet and realizing you had no idea what he has planned for today and therefore did not know what would be appropriate dress.

You reached for a pretty shimmery blouse and then held yourself back, thinking you didn’t want to look like you’re trying too hard. But he must be dressed nicely, like he was last night, you thought to yourself.

“Ahh, fuck it,” you muttered, pulling down a plain white t-shirt and a pair of Levi’s from the shelf and threw it on. Grabbing a cardigan and your purse from your desk, you skipped back out through the kitchen, and kicking on your shoes, flew out your front door, tapping your foot nervously as you waited for the elevator.

You stepped out on the ground floor and turned to walk through the courtyard, and at the security desk you saw Jimin, one side of his silver hair slicked back, the other hanging loosely over his eyes, his long legs in a pair of black jeans, and a black and white striped t-shirt under an expertly distressed plaid shirt.

He was leaning onto his elbows on the security desk, laughing at Johnny, who was waving his arms around, describing something. You took a deep breath, puffing out your cheeks, finding yourself having to shake some messy thoughts away looking at the lines of muscles on his legs as he shifted his weight.

“Yo, Y/N!” Johnny called out, and you watched as Jimin turned to face you, and you suddenly became hyper aware of how your legs moved under you, like you had to consciously remember how to walk.

“I was just talking with your man here about his cars,” Johnny boasted as you walked up. “I was telling him, the Wraith and the SV Roadster are some fine vehicles, but the engine in that P1,” he held his hand up to his lips in a chef’s kiss. “Mmm, when it comes to engines you can’t beat McLaren.”

You turned to see Jimin smiling, his body leaned lazily against the table. “And I was just telling Johnny he should stop by the house on the island sometime. I’ve got the MP4/6 from the Formula 1 series in Monaco from a few years ago,” he said, grinning and totally serious.

“Ha, cool cool, let’s see so that was a Rolls, a Lam, and an original F1 race car?” You tugged at your shirt. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

He laughed, reaching his hand out to your waist, standing upright and leaned in to give you a kiss, but you flinched at the sudden contact.

“Woah, ok, I’m gonna just head back to my office and leave you guys to do, uh, whatever you were gonna do,” Johnny threw his hands up, backing away slowly. “It was nice meeting you man, don’t be a stranger, bring over one of the other toys next time. I’m totally gonna take you up on the offer to see the F1 car too!” he called out to Jimin before turning and walking into the back office.

You turned and looked up at him, slightly embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I uh, I can’t believe you actually came.”

“What, you didn’t think I’d show up?” he reached both arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss, and you felt your legs press together the moment his lips touched yours. “I’m a man that keeps his promises,” he pulled away, grinning. “Did you sleep well?”

“Uh..” you felt your cheeks grow hot at his implication. “It was fine,” you answered sheepishly. “Um, so where are we going?”

He led you out to his car and holding the door open for you, beaming, saying “This is going to be the cheesiest date of your life.”

The day began at the aquarium, where he led you from exhibit to exhibit, mimicking the tiny fluorescent ocean fish, outrightly gawking at the sharks swimming above a glass tunnel, squeezing your arm and squealing about how cute the penguins were.

He’d suck his cheeks in, making a fish face, asking ‘Is that how they breathe? Do their lips have to be like that?”

You’d laugh and he’d pout, “Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m not laughing at you Jimin, I’m laughing with you!”

“You are! You’re laughing at me, and I don’t like it,” he’d cross his arms in front of his chest, walking a few steps in front of you.

“Fish breathe through their gills, Jimin, they don’t breathe through their mouths,” you giggled, chasing after him.

“Yeah, obviously I knew that,” he’d huff, still feigning like he was upset, but reached down and took your hand in his.

He had you clutching your stomach in laughter as he gushed about the dolphin show, insisting that the two of you stop in every gift shop along the way, buying stuffed clownfish, stuffed blue tangs, stuffed otters, anything he found so adorable he couldn’t help but get it. And he shoved them all into your arms, “They’re for you!” he’d insist, smiling brightly.

“I don’t need this many stuffed animals, Jimin, I’m not 5,” you laughed, soon unable to see over the stack of stuffed toys in your arms as you waited for your coffees at the cafe by one of the gift shops in the lobby.

“Yes you do, I want you to have something to remember this day by,” Jimin pouted, reaching his arms around your waist in a back hug.

“So just one souvenir wouldn’t have been enough? What’s wrong with a nice refrigerator magnet?” you laughed, feeling the muscles on your stomach tense when he flattened his hands against you, leaning his head down over your shoulder, his cologne wafting down.

“Refrigerator magnets are lame,” he rolled his eyes, walking over to the counter to pick up your coffees and leading you out to the car to drop off all the stuffed toys.

You spent the rest of the afternoon walking hand in hand along the river, and he asked you endless questions about yourself - about your favorite everything; books, movies, music, places you’ve been, about your work, about your family. And you asked in turn, discovering that in addition to being incredibly cheeky, kind, and an absolute jokester, he was also extremely smart and well-read.

The two of you bonded over a mutual love of Hayao Miyazaki’s early works, Hunter S. Thompson and Kerouac, that both of you loved to listen to gloomy acoustic songs because somehow they cheered you up.

He paused for a moment, leaning forward onto his elbows on the metal barrier by the river and you stopped next to him, resting your hands on the cold metal, taking a deep breath in. He reached his arms around your shoulders, moving to stand behind you, leaning his face down against yours.

“Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, his lips tickling your cheek.

“Yes?” you smiled, and he squeezed his arms tighter around you.

“I had a lot of fun today,” he leaned his face down to the base of your neck, breathing onto your bare skin. You leaned into the cold metal of the barrier, feeling him press his body closer to you.

“I did too,” you sighed, breathing in his cologne and closing your eyes as he laced his fingers with yours, turning you around to face him.

You looked up to see his smiling eyes, glowing in the late afternoon light.

“So did you think more on what we talked about last night?” he leaned down and whispered in your ear. You felt goosebumps rise on your arm at his words.

“I uh, I haven’t..” you looked up at him nervously.

He smiled, “That’s okay, because after I left, I did a lot of thinking about it,” he leaned down, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Really?” you asked shakily, his hands sliding down your waist to your hips.

“Mhmm,” his lips traveled across your cheek. “I thought about it on my drive home,” he kissed at your jaw, “In the shower,” he leaned over you, lowering his lips to yours. “In bed, all by myself,” you felt a dull throbbing sensation as he pushed his mouth open with his.

“Um, mm, what- what did you think about?” you murmured into his lips as his tongue rolled past your teeth, his taste making you weak at the knees, remembering last night.

“You want me to tell you?”

“Could you show me?”

He drove quickly through the city streets, pulling the car to a stop in front of your apartment complex. The two of you made your way past the security desk, across the courtyard, rolling against the wall, him pushing you into the bricks, his lips pressed against yours greedily, and you barely registered Johnny waving his hands out as the two of you stumbled past his desk, trying to tell you something.

Jimin pushed you back into the elevator and you reached your hand out, pressing the button to your floor clumsily, his body pressed hard against yours in the corner, his lips latched onto your neck, pulling your leg up around his waist.

“You’ll have to take it from here, I have no idea where I’m going,” he slid his fingers through the loop on your jeans, pulling you from the elevator when the doors opened to your floor, making you fall against his chest, giggling.

When you turned, you saw a dark figure stand up a couple of doors down, in front of your apartment at the end of the hall, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“JK-”

He stood upright, sliding his hands into the pockets of his gray sweatpants, his backpack by his feet, standing in front of your door, his jaw protruding from clenching his teeth down together upon seeing you and Jimin exit the elevator.

“Y/N, who’s this?” Jimin asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him.

You saw Jungkook take a step toward you guys and you immediately tugged at Jimin’s arms, turning him around to face you.

“He’s um, he’s a friend. Jimin, I- can we take a rain check?”

He looked at you for a few moments. “What’s going on Y/N?”

“It’s, it’s nothing, he’s just a friend, he’s been having a hard time recently,” you lied, trying to reassure him. “I just need to talk to him.”

“You’ll be alright?”

You nodded.

He sighed, leaning past you, reaching to hit the button to call the elevator. “Call me later,” he said, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze before stepping into the opened elevator. You saw him smiling at you softly as the doors closed.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a biting tone as you spun around and stomped down the hall to your apartment door, blowing right past Jungkook.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls.” You saw him pick up his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder and following you to your door.

You unlocked it, holding the door only a little ajar and turning to face him.

“I left my phone at home, and I was busy.” you emphasized, turning to face him, jumping a little in surprise finding him stepping close to you, his body towering over yours.

He pushed past you into your apartment, dropping his backpack beside the coffee table.

“JK, what are you doing,” you walked in, slamming the door behind you, crossing your arms in front of your chest as he pulled the long sleeves of his black t-shirt up and began clearing the mugs and plates from your counters.

“Your kitchen’s a mess,” he answered through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, well I got home late from work last night and ate quickly so I could meet Tae at the bar,” you tossed your purse onto the sofa, staring at Jungkook in frustration as he angrily tossed everything into the sink, the glasses clanging against each other. “JK, what the hell-”

“Are you fucking him?” he swung around.

“What?” you held your arms in closer across your chest, defensive. “What are you talking about-”

“That guy you were just with, are you fucking him?” he repeated.

You scoffed, walking past the kitchen island toward the bathroom, “No, I’m not fucking him.”

“Hey,” he caught your arm and you swung around.

“What, JK , what?” you twisted your arm loose.

Looking up at him, you were slightly taken aback by the way his eyes suddenly softened. “I came by to apologize, I just-” he slid his hands back into his pockets, looking down at his feet. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were ok.”

You crossed your arms back over your chest. “Well I’m perfectly fine, satisfied?”

“Y/N,” he reached a hand out to your elbow.

“No, JK,” you rolled your shoulder back, dodging him. “I don’t-” you looked around you, exasperated and trying to find the words. “His name is Jimin, ok? And I like him. I like him a lot. We just spent the day together, and he’s so sweet and- so I need you to stop doing this, ok? I need you to stop coming around, I need you to stop showing up at my house randomly and calling me at all hours of the night. I need you to leave me alone, ok?”

“Y/N..” he took a step toward you and you stepped back.

“JK, stop. Alright? Just stop. I don’t know what you’re doing, you just-” you ran your hands through your hair, your frustration boiling over. “You don’t like me, you’re not my boyfriend, so why do you keep coming around? You come around and, fuck,” you felt a rush of adrenaline coming on. “You make me so angry, JK. You come around, you make me food, you watch movies with me in bed, you sleep here, and then, and then you just leave! You leave, and I don’t hear from you for days, I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing, except for the next time you decide to randomly show up at my door, and I can’t do this anymore, ok, I’m done with thi-”

You were cut off by JK’s hands grabbing onto your arms and pushing you back against the door to your bedroom, and his lips locking onto yours.

You looked up at him in shock, eyes wide as he cupped your face in his hands, and you were brought back to that night during junior year in college when he took you home. He moved his lips against yours and you wondered why it felt different. He slid his arms around you, his muscles squeezing you in and you wondered when he’d gotten this strong.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, pulling away and leaning his forehead down against yours. “I’m not good at any of this, I don’t know what to do.” He took a deep breath in, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “Y/N, you’ve gotta know how I feel about you, you must.”

“Then why do you keep leaving?” you asked quietly.

“Because I don’t know how to be around you,” he whispered. “Remember when we first met at Taehyung’s house our first year of school? You were coming over to help him study for an Econ exam and we realized we had the same professor?”

You nodded, remembering walking into Tae’s house that day thinking it was a day like any other. It was a gloomy Saturday, and you were wearing just a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, your hair in a messy bun, an armful of books, chugging a large coffee as you walked up the steps to Taehyung’s apartment.

You remember knocking, and when the door opened, a guy you didn’t recognize opened the door. You remember seeing him for the first time, in a black t-shirt and his dark brown hair hanging over a pair of sleepy but glittering eyes.

“Oh, um, hi, is Taehyung home?” you asked meekly, questioning for a second if you knocked on the right door since you remembered Taehyung didn’t have roommates. And from behind his shoulder you saw Taehyung emerge in his pajamas.

“Yoo,” he gestured to you and you stepped inside. “Y/N, this is Jungkook, Jungkook, this is Y/N. JK’s in my fantasy league, he’s got Georges for Econ, too, but he’s in the Tuesday/Thursday class.”

“Hey,” you said, handing Taehyung his latte, which is really a cup of milk and sugar with a tablespoon of espresso, chuckling softly to yourself that fantasy football is really a way boys make friends. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be here otherwise I would’ve brought you something too.”

He shrugged, “It’s all good.”

You dropped your books down on the table in the living room where his and Taehyung’s books weren’t even open yet, but the TV was on and you saw a paused game of Fifa.

“Really, guys?” you rolled your eyes at this, unzipping a bag of flashcards and opening your laptop on the table.

Jungkook walked over and turned off the TV, much to Taehyung’s protest and took a seat beside you, opening his textbook as well and you saw the pages were all highlighted, with lots of notes scribbled in the margins.

Meanwhile, Taehyung turned the TV back on, sliding a headset over his ears and scooting a chair right in front of the console and started a solo game. The spine on his textbook looked brand new, most likely because he’d never even cracked open his textbook.

“So, did you understand last week’s lecture on game theory?” Jungkook asked shyly.

“Oh yeah, I learned most of that in high school already, the predictive models are super easy-” you paused, looking up and seeing Jungkook staring back at you, wide-eyed and you realized he was asking because he didn’t understand any of it. “Heh, sorry, um, do you understand the basics and why it’s relevant to strategic decision making?”

He shook his head, dismayed.

You laughed softly, seeing him bite onto his lip in frustration. “It’s ok, we’ll work through it,” you smiled.

You spent the rest of that day explaining game theory to Jungkook, drawing out diagrams and coming up with metaphors to help him remember various formulas. You offered him a set of flashcards you still kept from your high school business class and he thanked you endlessly. The three of you soon lapsed into easy conversation and laughter once Taehyung was fed up with the teenagers he was gaming with online and ordered pizza and you guys just hung out through the evening.

You felt yourself smiling, recalling the memory. “Yeah, you didn’t understand game theory,” you laughed.

“When I opened the door and saw you that day, it knocked the air from my lungs,” he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. He sighed and looked down at you with sad eyes. “I know I’ve been an asshole, it’s just- when we started spending more time together, I really started falling for you. But I held myself back because you were still dating that guy, but then when the two of you broke up-”

You remembered the exact night he was referring to.

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved, Y/N,” he leaned down close. “I don’t know what to do because,” his voice dropped to a whisper. “Because I want you to be the last.”

When Jungkook left, you flopped yourself down onto your couch, cheeks flushed, in a euphoric haze from what just happened. His words kept playing on repeat in your head like a lullaby - You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved, Y/N. And I want you to be the last.

“I just want to take things slow, I want to make sure I get this right,” you remembered he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Okay,” You reached your arms up around his neck, holding him, giddy like an excited child at his confessions.

You ran a hand through your hair and flopped about on your couch, picking up a throw pillow and squeezing it, still giddy, a smile plastered across your face like a fool.

You heard your phone buzz on the beside table and you turned over, holding the screen up to see an incoming text.

Jimin: Hey, are you alright?

Shit. You remembered you were meant to call him to let him know you were doing alright.

Yep, I’m good, thanks for checking in! you quickly wrote back.

You watched three little dots flash up on the left hand side as he typed.

Jimin: You wanna come meet me at Bemelmans? I have something I want to ask you.

You looked at the screen for a few moments, mood dropping suddenly. “Ugh, crap, what do I do,” you mumbled quietly to yourself, suddenly remembering the pile of stuffed animals Jimin bought you at the aquarium probably still sitting in the backseat of his car.

You decided that you should tell him in person that it wouldn’t be a good idea for you to see him anymore.

Yep, I can be there in 20.

You stepped down the stone steps and through the bronze doors of Bemelmans and saw Jimin seated in the exact same spot he was last night at the bar.

“Hi Y/N,” he turned and saw you walk in, smiling.

“Hey,” you smiled back, taking a seat beside him and the bartender slid a martini across for you.

“I had it waiting for you,” Jimin grinned.

“Oh, that’s really nice of you, thanks,” you laughed nervously.

“Everything ok with your friend?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you.

“Yeah..um, Jimin, look-”

He swung back in his seat, pouting, “Uugghh, I knew it! So who is he? He’s your ex-boyfriend isn’t he? You’re getting back together?” He leaned forward onto the bar, dropping his head on his arm, whining.

You sat frozen in your seat, completely taken aback by his cavalier and cute display. You studied his expression for a few moments, surprised that there was no anger or agitation in his voice as he spoke. You decided you’d just tell him the truth. And he listened quietly, his eyes watching yours intently, without judgement.

“And then when he showed up today, and he told me he loves me, and, well it was kinda magical, like I’d been waiting for this for so long, you know?” you stopped, seeing how kindly he was smiling at you.

“Well, I hope it’s not too forward for me to say that he is definitely not good enough for you,” he smiled, leaning onto his elbow on the bar.

You laughed, “I’m...I’m cautiously optimistic to see where it goes...Oh, shit, Jimin!” you shot up in your seat.

“Hmm?” He looked up at you with startled eyes.

“What’s your Venmo? Let me pay you for all those stuffed animals, I feel so badly-”

He burst into laughter at this. “Y/N, love, don’t worry about it, it was my pleasure. It was a lovely date, after all, I haven’t had a fun day like this in a long time.” He reached his arms out to settle you back into the seat.

“Are you sure? I feel really bad,” you mumbled.

He sat looking at you quietly for a few moments. “You could make it up to me.”

You flashed him a look as the devious grin grew on his face. “Jimin…” you said in a warning tone.

He laughed, “No, no, nothing like that. I wanted you to come here to ask you something anyways, don’t worry, it’s a completely innocent request.”

You sat up straight, “Ok, what is it?”

“There’s this event I have to go to tomorrow night,” he took a sip of his drink, looking at you over the rim of the embossed glass. “It’s not really something I want to have to go to alone, and I was going to ask you to be my date. Now, I heard everything you just told me and I’m very happy for you. But given that I’ve really enjoyed your company, I’d still like to ask you to come with me. As a friend.”

You thought about his question in perfect stillness as he drove you back to your apartment. When the car came to a stop, you lingered for a moment, looking out the passenger door window.

“What kind of event is it?” you asked.

“Something for work,” he said simply, turning to look at you.

“Like a work party?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he smiled.

“Is it casual?”

He laughed, brushing his hand across his lip, “It’s actually quite formal.”

You were glad for this response because this gave you an easy reason for why you couldn’t attend. “So everyone there will be like you, like in your network? I just, I don’t think I have anything to wear for an event like that..”

He looked at you for a moment and then turned, reaching back to the backseat and brought out a large, flat box sitting on the floor below all the stuffed animals. He handed it to you and you stared down at the large white box, with gold leaf along the edges, a band of black silk around it, tied in a large bow, an embossed mirrored double C logo on the top.

“Jimin..” you shook your head, pushing the box back towards him.

He pursed his lips, refusing to take it back. “Listen, I’ll be back here to pick you up at 8 tomorrow night. You think on if you want to come. If you do, you can wear this or something of your own, it really doesn’t matter to me, I know you’ll be lovely no matter what you wear. I went to the showroom to pick up my suit earlier and saw this dress in the window, and I thought of you so I got it,” he smiled softly.

You looked down at the box in your lap and then back up at him, still making a gesture to give it back, but he held up his hand, shaking his head.

“It’s up to you, love,” he looked at you with soft eyes.

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zambie-trashart · 4 years

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Land of the Free and Home of the Wayne pt 9

master list

ao3 whole story

Summary: It’s free day and three kids have an idea on how to make it a little more interesting.

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Lila got up in the morning to take a shower slipping on the slimy floor. She waved it off and started the water getting in. She reached for her shampoo but when she squeezed it, it was peanut butter. She heard the door creak but reached for her liquid soap and there was ketchup inside. Lila turned off the water and stepped out into some white goop covering the floor. Yeah she screamed and Rose came running into the room looking at the silly string covering the floor.

Three people stood outside the bathroom door laughing. “That was good Mar’i but what did you need the pepper for?” Jon asked holding the empty spice container. “Wait until they turn the light on, the fan will sprinkle pepper in the air and they’ll sneeze like crazy.”

Sure enough ten seconds later the sounds of sneezes filled the room and the two girls ran out of the room and Jon and the two ninjas hid in the shadows. “This is only the beginning right?” Mar’I asked wanting to pull more pranks.

“Not even close,” Damian said staring after Lila.

Everyone went down for breakfast and Mar’i knew the plan, she screamed making everyone look over at her while Jon, at super speed, poured pickle juice on Lila’s eggs. She took a bite before spitting them out onto her plate.

“Something wrong with your eggs?” Jon asked fake concerned tilting his head.

“No not at all,” Lila said at the look of Alfred behind Jon worried. Everyone turned back to their meals and Jon’s phone went off.

I see what you’re doing and I want in -Adrien

I’ll have to ask Damian and Mar’i

Jon added the number to his phone adding a red heart by the name and tucking it back into his pocket. Jon thought about what would happen if Adrien started helping them and he really didn’t want to lose the bet him and Damian made.

Damian sat half awake watching Kung Fu Panda with Mar’i sleeping on his shoulder and Jon lying across his lap.

“I’ll make you a bet Dami, if you kiss Marinette before I kiss Adrien, again, then you have to put a glitter bomb in Jason’s hood,” Jon said smiling.

“If I win you put holes in Drake’s uniform,” Damian said and they shook hands.

“Prepare to lose birdbrain,” Jon said smiling.

“You wish corncob.”

”Jon!” Damian yelled pulling his hand back to slap him but Jon caught it.

“What?” Jon asked nervously.

“Mar’i just set up the wax paper and rubber bear trap,” Damian said tapping into the cameras from his phone watching as Lila stepped into the trap hopping around the room sitting on her bed falling into wax paper not being able to get up. The two started walking to Mar’i’s room but ran into Adrien on the way there.

“I know you guys are pranking Lila and I want to be a part of it,” Adrien said and Damian’s eyes lit up at possibly winning the bet.

“Sure, we're going to Grayson Jr.’s room,” Damian said leading the way.

Mar’i was laughing in her room at the camera footage. “This is sooooooo good guys!” Mar’i laughed. “Oh hey, you’re that model guy right?” Mar’i asked smiling.

“Yeah, I’m Adrien.” Adrien shook her hand and Mar’i squeezed it a little too tight.

“Hurt Jon and I hurt you, got it?” Mar’i asked smiling.

“Got it,” he said and she let go of his hand.

“We got a runner,” Jon said pointing to the screen. They followed her on the cameras to a living room with Bruce talking to a few students with Miss. Bustier.

“Oh my Lila, what happened?” the teacher asked concerned.

“It must have been Marinette, she still hates me after I always try and be her friend,” Lila cried. Jon, Damian, Mar’i and Adrien ran down to the living room.

“You should stay out here, I don’t want you to get in trouble for something we did,” Jon said with a hand in Adrien’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t fake cry, no one will know if it’s real or not after you try so many times,” Bruce said going to sit back down in his chair. “Marinette has nothing to do with these pranks, this is Mar’i’s doing, I am familiar with her pranks and the bear trap wax had been done before on me, raw eggs on Tim, bottle switches with Jason. She gets help from Jon and Damian,” Bruce said still unamused.

Lila walked out of the room seeing the three culprits.

“You better watch your back,” Mar’i said and Lila scoffed.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said walking away and Jon ran up behind her at super speed breathing down her neck.

“You should be.”

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xbellaxcarolinax · 4 years

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Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 4- Distaste

Pairings: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 2506

Warnings: Bratty Ivar

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The sun did nothing to warm her as she trudged towards the river, woven basket resting on her hip. It was the beginning of autumn in Kattegat, but it already felt like a harsh winter was at their doorstep.

There wasn't a day that passed in which she didn't think of her home. Crete seemed a life time away, and when she closed her eyes it's as if she never left. She could easily imagine being at the Aegean's edge, legs ankle deep in the crystal blue waters. Everytime she did, it left her feeling empty.

It had been nearly two weeks since Artemis arrived to Kattegat, and each day was a bit more overwhelming. Many warriors, men and women alike, gathered together, preparing for a war to be fought in another land, and many other northern leaders came one by one to aid in the destruction of their enemies. The city was constantly preparing for departure. Everyday supplies were collected, and everyday more ships filled their harbor.

Artemis didn't understand these people or their warrior culture. There was constant feasting and talk of warfare. The words that she seemed to learn efficiently were the ones shes heard in conversation, words relating to some form of violence. She kept quiet most of the time, though she tried her best to learn the northern tongue from the thralls that were fluent.

Within 2 weeks she's grown weary of the male gaze. It was too often when she's caught the eyes of some random man in the market or during some feast. Someone went as far as to touch her once in a crowd, though she never discovered who it was.

As a thrall, she had come to learn that other than being the lowest member of their society, she, along with the other female captives who were sold to many other households and visiting Viking leaders, were sold for some form of labor, or for the entertainment of the male gaze.

And what was her purpose?

Apparently to distract the mind of an angry youth that she barely had any encounters with since the day she met him.

As for his brothers, she only spoke when absolutely necessary. They were decent for the most part, and sometimes kind in their own way. Whenever Ubbe could, he'd offer her a fresh apple before going on about his day. As for Hvitserk and Sigurd, they were far more trouble. Sometimes they watched her, and they didn't hide the fact that they did, muttering to themselves while smiling and laughing like young boys. It embarrassed her and made the simplest task much more difficult. Luckily they were busy in the matters of war, and she busied herself with the chores she was taught to do.

It was laundry day down by the chilly river, and she scrubbed Ivar's fine clothing furiously, releasing the anger she felt on the stains that were the hardest to remove.

"If you scrub my favorite tunic any harder, it will be ruined, and I will be forced to punish you."

Artemis drops the tunic and soap in her lap, turning in surprise to meet the bright blue eyes of Ivar himself, a smirk forming on his lips.

When he wasn't off disappearing into the woods, he was usually at the blacksmith's shop, pounding away at his axes. Artemis never had the chance to pass by the village blacksmith yet, but she hoped in time she would. Nothing would calm her more than observing the different forging techniques of the Northerners. And it would be far better than to sit and wash a cripples dirty clothes anyway.

The rumors Margrethe mentioned were everywhere. The people of Kattegat whispered of how he silently plots against the Queen for the death and usurpation of his mother, former Queen Asluag. He was young, but he had the fury of the mightiest warrior, even if his legs didn't work. He also had a way of making Artemis feel uneasy with his sulking and glaring. His blue eyes would sometimes follow her form, but he was the only one that didn't really utter a word to her. After all, he thinks her ugly and useless, and that was fine with her.

Artemis quickly side glances him, struggling to give him an answer. She didn't know how to address him properly because she never had the opportunity to. So, she remains quiet instead, going back to scrubbing the tunic at a softer rhythm then before.

"Do you know who I am?" He growled quietly, dragging his weak bounded legs towards her. It was a strange sight to her, to see a boy who walked with his hands. She glanced at his lifeless legs before looking into his eyes.

"You are Ivar the Boneless," Artemis stated, turning back to her chores. It was odd for him to be speaking to her, as he never cared to do so before, so why did he come looking for her now?

"You may refer to me as Prince Ivar, slave."

She stares as he sat across from her on the rivers edge. He didn't look like much of a prince, but she nods in acknowledgement before speaking.

"Prince Ivar." He nods approvingly.

"What are you called?"

"Artemis."

"What kind of name is 'Artemis'?" He snorts. Her name tumbling out of his mouth was an offense. It took all her strength to refrain from scoffing. What kind of name was Ivar anyway?

"She was goddess of...an older culture," She finds herself struggling to say. How does she explain that her father had been fascinated with the gods of their ancestors?

The sudden memory of her father made her frown. Her absence must have the old man worried sick.

"So Artemis was a goddess?"

"Goddess of the moon," She tells him, "Goddess of the hunt."

"A Christian named after a rejected goddess?" Ivar scoffs with a shake of his head. Floki was right, Christians were fools. He finally brings himself to take a good look at her, and he immediately stops his teasing for a moment.

If he didn't understand what Hvitserk, Sigurd or anyone else for that matter saw in her before, than he surely did now. It was her eyes, expressive and endless.

And sad.

He quickly looks away from her, feeling a heat creeping up his neck, the same way it did when he'd seen his brothers fool around with Margrethe. Confusion was etched over his features at the feeling, and he found himself trying to fight off something he had no defense against. He takes another moment before clearing his throat and speaking again.

"My brother says you were found hiding in a crate at the monestary." Artemis finished scrubbing the last of the stains on Ivar's shirt, setting it aside and picking another to work on, all while keeping her eyes downcast. Maybe if she didn't look at him he'd eventually go away.

"Yes." Was all she says. A howling laughter escapes past Ivar's lips as soon as she replies. She breaks her weak concentration to glare at him, watching as he shook his head again, playing with a dagger he kept on his person.

"All you Christian's are hypocrites. Isn't a monk sworn not to have sex with a woman? Prince Alfred of Wessex has told me so." Maybe that last part was a bit haughty. Artemis didn't even know who that Prince was or the land he ruled, so she ignores the comment, scrubbing the tunic as harshly as she did with the first few, growing annoyed with Ivar's obvious ignorance.

"I was not in the monestary to bed monks," She says, finally finding the confidence to form a proper sentence. Ivar's brows shoot up, watching her curiously. She hadn't noticed that she removed the dirt some time ago, but that didn't seem to stop her.

"Ah ah ah, what did I just tell you, woman? These fabrics are worth more than your life," Ivar smirks, pointing his dagger at her, and it was enough to slow her rapid movements.

Her eyes reminded Ivar of an approaching storm. There was lightening within them, as if Thor himself lived within her. He knew she wanted to respond harshly and he watched as she fought to remain silent, eyeing the blade. She comes to a complete stop with a huff, deciding to move on to the next clothing item.

"Apologies, Prince Ivar." He liked the way she said his name, but he wouldn't care to admit that. He clears his throat again, scratching at his cropped hair before continuing.

"You are not like the other foreign slaves. They didn't know our language before arriving here," She says nothing, so he tries again.

"Who taught you? They did a terrible job. You have a ridiculous accent."

"Helga."

"Oh." Ivar wanted to eat his words. He just offended Helga without meaning to. Instead he let's out a grunt, choosing to stare down at his dagger. "I... suppose your accent isn't too bad then."

"There wasn't much else to do when forced on a ship against your will. You learn quicker that way." Those two sentences alone gave way to an aggressiveness she had been struggling to hold in, and it did not go unnoticed by Ivar. Her fowl attitude was smeared over her words, and her confidence seemed to grow along with her articulation. She was growing dangerously bold.

His hand tighten around the hilt of his dagger without him even thinking. It was one thing for him to taunt her, but now he knew that this girl had a reckless mouth of her own, regardless of whether she could speak his language or not.

He makes a noise of disapproval, taking the clean shirts that she had just placed into the woven basket and smearing them across the dirt with satisfaction swimming in his eyes. His thrall immediately scowls.

Back home she would have punched him without hesitation. Her fingers curled into tight fists, though the consequences of punching a viking prince was much deadlier than punching a butcher's son. She realized Ivar was nothing more than a spoilt child. It was clear that the only thought running through his head was of the chaotic kind.

She glares at him before snatching the shirts and restarting her work.

Ivar lets the silence fall between them again, before scooting back to lean against a nearby tree. Artemis was grateful for the silence and the distance, working diligently on the clothing once again. From the looks of it, she would have to remain at the river for the rest of the day.

After a while, she could hear him muttering to himself, before he decided to break their silence again.

"Look at me, Artemis," Ivar spoke suddenly, a harshness apparent in his tone. She proceeds to drop the item with a wet plop on her lap, letting out a quiet sigh of frustration. She obediently turns to look at him, and the look on his face told her she might be in some serious trouble.

"You were a gift to me from Lagertha from Bjorn's exploits. If I find you are a spy, you must know there will be repercussions, no?" Artemis furrows her brows in confusion. She has never even met the queen.

"But I'm not a s-"

"And mind the way you speak to me," He growls out like a beast waiting to attack, "You are my property now. You belong to me. Your loyalty is to no one but me." He smirks when she begins to show hints of discomfort, and to add to that fear he drops his body, slithering over to her at a frightening speed.

"If you decide not to comply, I'll have no issues leaving you to the wolves." She sees him smile for the first time, bearing all his teeth in a way to instill fear. Artemis gulps, her heart rate accelerating the closer he brought his dagger towards her.

"Or maybe," He continues, "I should let my brothers have their way with you? Hmm? Or the men of Kattegat?"

"Don't," Was all she says, a stern tone in her voice and a frown forming on her red bitten lips. Her eyes were hard and glossing over.

"I don't know what it is they see in you, really, it's beyond me," Ivar moves his face closer to hers, using the hand that held his dagger to touch her hair. He gently grasps the long strands, pushing them behind her shoulder.

"I've seen the way they look at you. It bothers you." Artemis remained quiet, but she nods in silent agreement.

"I can protect you from them," He says, his eyes searching for something in hers.

"Why?" She decides to challenge, her gaze not moving away from his, "Why help me? Are you not the most feared?" Ivar chuckles. He enjoyed hearing her speak more, and he certainly enjoyed hearing of the fear others regard him with.

"You are my personal thrall. I'm the only one who can protect you, understand? Without me, anyone could have their way with you, and it wouldn't even matter." Artemis sighed, looking down at her hands that have pruned up from the water. This was not the type of labor she was use too.

"Why does it matter to you what anyone does to me?"

Ivar remained quiet at first, focusing on the sound of the rushing river and the birds singing in the trees.

"I do not like my property to be touched without my permission," He said after a moment.

Property. Another word she didn't like.

"You will have my protection," He continues, "But you must swear to be loyal to me, and answer to no one but me, is that clear?" He had gotten so close that she could feel his breath upon her skin. He reached forward with the dagger, pressing the tip on the delicate flesh of her neck. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on the blade to draw blood, and with a small amount of force he easily pierced her skin, a minimal amount blood pooling around the small wound.

Artemis flinches, her chest rising and falling with each breath, fighting to not make a sound. It wasn't painful, but she knew he had the power to do so much worse. Ivar smiled, attracted to the fear that he saw building in her eyes. The sight itself was arousing.

"If you go against me in any way, I will not hesitate. I will kill you. Do you understand?" He licks at his dry lip as she closes her eyes, nodding her head. With one more puff of breath against her face, he removed the blade and crawled back to lean against the tree.

"You may continue your duties," He said nonchalantly, crossing his arms, ready to continue the pastime of watching her.

"And for the love of the gods" He says exasperated, "Try not to get any blood on my clothes."

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beeblebrox-be-damned · 4 years

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Chosen (Part 8)

Dark!Loki x reader

TW: emotional manipulation

This is it lovelies, the end of this section of story! But fret not, this isn’t the end of Reader and Loki’s story! I have another planned detailing life a little later on.

The walk back to his quarters was humiliating. There was no question with your stained dress and plump lips what had just gone on. Loki walked with his head high, you with your head low and eyes on the ground. You heard a guard clear his throat as he took in the sight. A few servants walked past, blushing and muttering under their breath as they saw you.

Finally, you were safe from prying eyes, back in Loki’s quarters. Well, all prying eyes save for Loki’s. His gaze never left you as you retreated to the washroom.

He stood in the door as you removed your dress and eased yourself into the water. You refused to look at him, to embarrassed. The water was waist deep where you stood, washing carefully.

Using the soap you had before, you cleaned the remnants of cum from your skin. Your thighs were rinsed clean in the flowing water, but you could still feel him, hot and sticky inside of your cunt. You brought your hand down to clean yourself, but found to your shame that it brought too much pleasure for you to continue, especially with Loki watching silently from the door. You pulled your hand away quickly.

You were soon back in your robe, cleaned of the evidence of your transgression and punishment in the garden. You walked past Loki without so much as a sidelong glance. You told yourself to hold it together, but your emotions were running high.

First the strange conversation with Frigga and then the breakdown. You’d thought you’d composed yourself after that, but then Loki’s sudden appearance and administration of punishment had set you on edge all over again.

Loki disappeared into the washroom, saying nothing. Perhaps he’d noticed just how upset you were. Nonsense, you scoffed. He didn’t care.

You climbed into the bed, sitting up with your back against the headboard and legs splayed over the top of the sheets. You sniffled, rubbing your hand across your cheek to wipe away a few errant tears. They were quickly replaced.

It was clear to you why you were here. The greed of a prince’s sexual desires. How much of the arousal you felt when he touched you was even your own? There was no way to know. You’d never been allowed to learn of yourself, only bound by what he wanted.

Your hands rubbed over your legs, soothing sore muscle. He’d made sure he’d get you, and here you were. You were stuck. There was no way out of it. No matter what you tried, said, thought, you were here for an. eternity, with him. With his children. With his family.

You’d try to put on a facade of happiness, if only for your father and your yet-unborn children. You didn’t want your father to worry. He’d had enough worry in his life. Your children would not deserve a mother who was depressed and emotionally absent from them.

Maybe, though you couldn’t love Loki, you’d love your children. No, not maybe, you would love them. Despite of who their father would be and how they would have been conceived. They would be partly yours too, and you would love them. Perhaps they’d be your glimmer of light in this dark situation.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, biting back a sob. Your husband had not yet emerged from the washroom. Husband, you spat. He didn’t deserve the title. Captor.

Maybe in another time, another place, a different situation, maybe you could have loved him. But not now, not knowing even now your emotions and desires were being manipulated by whatever sinister spell he had cast over you. How much of you was real, you wondered, and how much was not?

Your tears had dried by the time Loki returned to the room. He was undressed, nothing to hide his body. Why should he? You knew what he was going to do.

He pushed back the canopy, but didn’t get into bed. He stared at you silently. There was an odd look on his face that you couldn’t place. Emotion? Or was it a mask just like your own? He had pretended to be Eluf, he could pretend to be another version of himself just as easily.

You stayed like that for several long minutes. Finally, Loki broke the silence with a heavy sigh. “Dear dove, what troubles you?” His voice was gentler then you’d ever heard it before. For a moment you could pretend it was Eluf speaking to you, grown and caring.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “What troubles me? How-w should I know what troubles me?” You slid off the bed and onto the floor, back turned away from him and the large bed separating the two of you. You wrapped you arms around yourself, holding yourself tightly. You were shaking.

Loki spoke, confusion evident in his tone. “What do you mean?” He did not move from where he stood.

You barked a laugh. “I don’t know who I am, so how can you expect me to know what is bothering me?” You shook your head. “I am not me, my needs are not my own. You made sure of that a long time ago, husband.” You hissed the last word through gritted teeth.

Loki moved now, around the bed and closer to you, though still a good distance away. “I don’t understand what you mean,” he snapped. “You are yourself. You are who you have always been. And this? This is your home. This-“ he gestured to the room- “is where you belong. Why won’t you understand that?”

You locked eyes with him, seething. He had yet to see you angry, only frightened and scared. There would be no more of that, you were done. “You-” you snapped “-don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I am.” You were shaking, glaring daggers at the raven-haired man. “I loved you, Loki. I truly did. You can’t even begin to understand how heartbroken I was when I lost you, Eluf, even though I had not yet realized what love was.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “No, you listen to me,” you snapped. He stood silent, looking aghast. “Yes, I would have been angry that you lied about who you were. But I could have forgiven that. I could have understood why. But then you have the gall to take away my control over my own body, my own desires?” You gestured vaguely downwards. “And you continue to manipulate it even now? Even after you’ve gotten what you wanted? How dare you ask what troubles me. You trouble me.”

You fell silent, watching in slight shock as Loki fell apart before your eyes. Tears streaked his face. He made no effort to hold them back. Your heart wrenched in your chest, the scene terribly familiar.

Eluf had followed and was looking at you through the window, tears trickling down his cheeks.

You reminded yourself quickly that your reaction to his expression was not your own. Manipulation. You stared at him stony-eyed.

Loki shook his head, paused, and shook it again. “No-” he choked “-that is not true. No.” He was shaking. His voice was angry, but distressed, pained. “That spell? It went away. Dissipated as soon as you told your father you were pure. As soon as it was official that you would be at the Day of Choosing.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to process what he had just said. He continued to speak. “I did not want to love you in a lie. Anything you felt for me, emotion and want, has been your own.”

You stepped backwards until you were seated on the edge of the bed. Your resolve was crumbling. A moment ago, you had been enraged. Now, the anger was gone, replaced. You felt as though your heart were spasming in pain.

Loki stepped towards you, but allowed you space. “If you wish to leave, I will not stop you. If you do not care for me, I will let you go. I want you to be happy. I will find a home for you. Supply you with everything you need.” His voice was desperate, broken.

Part of you whispered that it was a lie, he was manipulating you again. But that voice fell. You brought your hands to your face, sobbing. “No, I do not want that.” Loki’s arms wrapped around you. He sank to his knees, pulling you into his lap.

He peppered kisses on your lips, cheeks, everywhere. His lips glistened with your tears as he pulled away, his own face tear-streaked. “G-good,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “Good.”

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beetlebitchywitch · 4 years

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So are we getting a wedding night update or what? Let us be LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, believe me. You’re getting a wedding night update.

Enjoy your wedding night with Zhuk, my dears!

Note: Zhuk is the Russian Mafia AU Beetlejuice that none of us can shut up about. He asked you to marry him. Now here’s what happens after the wedding 😏

Part 1

Everything had been absolutely perfect…if you can call Cia losing his left shoe, Gio nearly cursing out the harpist over a few dropped notes, and your wonderful husband crying so hard during the ceremony that he snotted all over his sleeves perfect.

The best part was that you absolutely could.

You wouldn’t trade your boys for anything in the world, and the absolute storm of chaos that followed them wherever they went simply had to be part of the package. Truth be told, you preferred it. Your life with them could never be boring, and you loved every second of mayhem that you spent with them. Your wedding to Zhuk was one of the happiest days of your life, subpar harpist, left-shoeless Cia, snotty husband and all, and it made you even more excited for the next four. Bajo demanded to be next, which was to be expected from the ever-impatient don- you figured husband would be a big step up from flower demon, and he agreed, though he did seem to have plenty of fun traipsing down the aisle, tiny basket of his perfectly-cultivated rose petals in tow. You hadn’t been there to see it, but Zhuk had been chuckling with a good-natured shake of his head while Cia filmed the dramatic display. Following the ceremony was the most lavish reception you could imagine, all planned by Gio, of course. You shared a dance with all five of them, but you gave Zhuk the most of your attention- this was his night as much as it was yours, and you wanted nothing more than to feel the smooth coolness of his wedding ring against your cheek as he cupped it, pressing a soft, newly warm kiss to your forehead.

Life suited your husband beautifully, you thought. His cheeks were surprisingly rosy, and he’d swear up and down that he was simply blushing at the sight of his beautiful bride, but you could tell that the red tinge beneath his skin was there to stay, only growing more inflamed at the sight of you in your custom ballgown personally designed by Gio- as if he’d let you get married in any old scrap of lace, goodness, the thought. Indeed, the decadent ivory satin bedecked in hand-sewn crystals and custom tailored to your body made you look like a dream, but now, as the night was starting to wind down and the guests were slowly filing out of the elegant ballroom, Zhuk could only wonder what would be waiting for him underneath. Life truly did suit him, and he wanted to know first hand what taking his beautiful wife would feel like with a beating heart pumping blood through his veins. He watched you intently as you shared a final dance with Bajo, and the way he attempted to undress you with a simple gaze caught Gio’s attention.

“You are a lucky man, amico mio,” he said, clapping Zhuk on the shoulder. “And truly a man, now. How do you feel?”

“Honestly?” he began, a small smile playing on his lips. “Not very different.” At the answer, Gio chuckled, running his fingers through his perfectly manicured hair.

“I thought that might be so,” he admitted. “It’s hard not to feel alive with our little beauty filling our days with such joy. If you ask me, I say that a heartbeat isn’t what makes you alive- it’s the love you share with another.”

“Where did you get that, comrade, on one of your television shows?” Zhuk asked slyly, shooting him a crooked grin. Gio scoffed, shoving him good-naturedly.

“My soap operas are works of art and you know it!” he contested. Before they could continue their friendly sparring match, you were approaching them, the hem of your dress swaying beautifully across the dance floor. Zhuk’s smile immediately softened at the sight of you and he held out his arms, letting you quickly settle into them as you gazed up at him.

“It’s time to go, darling. Everyone’s waiting outside,” you said, your eyes sparkling with every ounce of joy this day poured into your heart. He hummed, reaching up to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright then, moya zhena. Let’s give them one last goodbye before we get on our way, hmm?” And with that, he led you to the large double doors that led outside, with Bajo and Gio running ahead to get everyone prepared. You looked up at him with fondness in your smile when he asked if you were ready, and with a brief nod, he flung the doors open. You gripped his hand and ran forward, tugging him along as your cheering guests flung rice from every direction. He gave them all a wave while you giggled with delight, rice bouncing off your skin and the satin of your dress as you finally made it to the waiting limousine. With a final blown kiss to the rest of the dons, you slid inside, Zhuk following close behind and shutting the door behind you.

“Well…we did it,” he said, sighing deeply as if he didn’t believe it. “We’re married.”

“We are,” you replied, sliding next to him on the bench seat to rest your head on his shoulder as the limo pulled away from the cheering crowd. “Are you happy?”

What a silly question, Zhuk thought. Not only was he alive, with most of his powers from his time as a demon still intact, but he had you for his wife. He couldn’t imagine a better scenario if he tried. But still, he knew you. He knew you were only asking so you could hear him say it, because, as you’ve told him before, all you want for him is pure happiness, and who is he to deny you it?

“More than ever, moya zhena,” he murmured, pulling you into his side and laying a soft kiss into your gorgeously braided hair.

“You’ve called me that before, but you practically used it in every sentence today,” you chuckled, letting your fingers play with the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. “What does it mean?”

“It means ‘my wife’,” he answered fondly, taking your hand in his so he could press a delicate kiss to your fingertips. “I figured it was particularly appropriate after today.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, your cheeks warming at the thought. “Well then, how do I call you my husband?”

You felt Zhuk shift next to you, and when you looked up, his eyes were warm and shimmering, paired beautifully with a loving smile.

“Moy muzh,” he said, his voice soft and reverent. “And I would love to hear you say it, moya zhena.”

“I will,” you said, the corner of your lip quirking a bit in a soft smirk. “Believe me, I will.”

You repressed the urge to giggle at the wideness of your husband’s eyes, his surprise taking over his face for only a moment before it was replaced with intense desire. In less than a second, you were pulled into his lap, your plentiful skirts surrounding you both as you straddled him.

“Oh, my darling,” he crooned, his hands reaching out to cup both of your cheeks as he took you in like a critic takes in a masterpiece. “You have no idea how much I’ve desired to tear this dress to pieces.” He pulled you into his chest, pressing desperate kisses to your jaw and smirking as you whimper. “You are radiant in it, tsarina, the crowning jewel of our empire, but nothing becomes you more than whatever miniscule scrap of silk Scarafaggio has no doubt dressed you in underneath.” His lips traveled upward, laying hot kisses up your neck before reaching your ear, his breath rushing hotly over the skin as he whispered. “You are a gift to me, sweet one. It is only fair that I should be the one to rid you of your wrapping.”

The combination of the deepness of his voice and the warmth of his kisses sent desire pooling in the pit of your stomach. You ground down involuntarily against him, feeling him grow hard as he continued to lavish your skin with sucking kisses and playful bites. He worshiped you like a goddess, and to be honest, you felt like one. Here, in your gorgeous wedding dress, being showered with your husband’s attention and nearly ready to beg him to take you in the backseat of his limousine, you felt nothing short of divine. You were just about ready to tear your dress off of you yourself when the limousine pulled to a slow stop. Looking out the window, you could see your hotel waiting for you, and you turned back to see the desperation in Zhuk’s eyes. As quickly as you could without tripping on your skirts, you rushed from the backseat, dragging your husband behind you before he could so much as thank his driver. Checking in was thankfully brief, given Zhuk’s reputation, and before you knew it, you were standing outside the honeymoon suite, your heart pounding away in your chest from running down the hall in your heels to finally reach the room, your husband stumbling as you tugged him along. You bounced nervously on the balls of your feet as Zhuk stood in front of the door, key card in hand and an amused smirk on his face.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” you asked, your breath coming shallowly. His smirk only grew as he played with the key card between his fingers.

“Oh, I was simply admiring the craftsmanship of this door, look, tsarina, isn’t it simply exquisi-”

“Zhuk!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed, quickly opening the door and holding it open for you. You hiked up your skirts and marched inside, only briefly taking in the luxuriousness of the room before turning to your husband, whose own desperation seemed to be getting the best of him as well, his wild eyes taking in every inch of you that he frustratingly couldn’t see beneath the layers of fabric.

“Get this off of me,” you demanded, still panting as you fumbled with the corset ties on the back of the dress. “Get this goddamn gown off of me.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he replied playfully, striding behind you and batting your hands away to slowly undo the ribbon, the dress beginning the slide off of you. He paused with a soft gasp, his hands stilling as a flash of white lace came into view as the bodice began to come loose. He began again, this time taking his time to slowly reveal every inch of you until the dress was finally pooled on the floor. He dared not look away as you stepped out of it and turned, revealing exactly what he expected- a matching lingerie set that hugged your body exquisitely, the pure white lace standing out gorgeously against your skin. You were a masterpiece, a work of art so sublime that no mortal man would dare to lay his hands upon it.

Luckily, Zhuk had plenty of experience not being a mortal man.

He slowly circled you, his steps landing heavily on the floor as he took you in from every angle, drinking in the sight of his wife, his perfect gift wrapped so gorgeously for him. He came behind you, his newly-beating heart fluttering at the sight of your intricate braid cascading down your back, bedecked with tiny white flowers that matched your lingerie perfectly. It would be a shame to remove them, but it simply had to be done. He came closer, letting his hands settle on your shoulders for a moment before they got to work, slowly pulling the tiny flowers from your hair and letting them drop to the floor.

“Zhuk…”

“Shhh, little one,” he murmured, brushing your hair aside to place a soft, slow kiss on your bare shoulder. “Let me do this for you.”

He continued in silence, taking his time in slowly undoing your braid, and each time his fingers delicately brushed your skin as he pulled baby’s breath from your hair truly felt like an act of worship. You felt like you were pulled taut as a bowstring, each gentle touch sending warmth blooming inside of you. With one last lingering touch, your hair was free, the curls cascading in a wave down your back. You heard Zhuk let out a deep sigh and you could practically feel his eyes dragging up your skin before his hands were finally on you, spread out against your stomach as he pulled you more firmly into his arms while pressing hot, desperate kisses to every inch of exposed skin he could reach. You whimpered, laying your hands on top of his as he painted bruises across your skin like an artist at work on his magnum opus.

“Darling…moy muzh…” you moaned, leaning your head back to expose as much skin as possible to his unrelenting kisses. He growled at the sound of his mother tongue on your lips, his need for you increasing exponentially with every second you were in his arms. “Please, my love…take me to the bed.”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He spun you in his arms and finally pulled you into a bruising kiss, swiping his tongue across your lower lip as he lifted you from the floor like you weighed less than air. You wrapped your legs around his waist and parted your lips for him, feeling him groan against them as he walked you both back to the bed, kicking his shoes off as you went. Ever thankful for his demonic powers remaining with him, he snapped his fingers, instantly ridding him of his tuxedo and letting his cock bounce up towards his stomach. Just the sight of you was enough to make him hard, but the prolonged intimacy in undoing your hair for you followed by the taste of your skin as he sucked bruises onto your shoulder was enough to make precum leak from the tip. He dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed, and you eyed him hungrily as you bounced onto the mattress.

“Come here,” you growled, yanking impatiently at his hand. He chuckled as he was pulled on top of you, his hands immediately coming up to cup your breasts so beautifully adorned with lace.

“How can I deny you, moya zhena?” he asked, his hands kneading at your breasts and moaning at the weight of them in his hands. “Mm, my love, as much as I love you in this…” He suddenly dug his hand into the lace band, ripping it in two and throwing the ruined bra into an unimportant corner of the room. “It looks much better on the floor.”

“Gio is gonna kill you, you know,” you laughed, your voice pitching up into a soft moan as his fingers began to play mercilessly with your nipples.

“I think, just this once…he may forgive me,” he sighed, quickly leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. You keened, throwing your head back as his tongue tortured you so perfectly, him practically feeding off of every moan he dragged out of you. He could get high off of the pretty little noises he could make you make for him, all by teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue. When he finally pulled off, you were panting, each breath ending in a little whine that made his cock twitch against his stomach. Christ, he had to have you.

“Spread your legs for me, dorogoy,” he commanded, his eyes boring intensely into yours as he slid lower. You obeyed, opening them to give him room to rest against the bed. With a wicked grin, he snapped his fingers and rid you of your panties, leaving you bare and exposed for him. He bit back a groan at the sight of you, practically dripping without a single touch. It took a great deal of self-control, but he sat and stared just a moment longer, drinking you in in all of your glory.

“You are…everything, moya zhena,” he sighed, his hands resting on your inner thighs as he leaned in to lightly drag his tongue over your clit.

“Zhuk!” you cried out, quickly tangling your fingers in his slicked back hair. “Oh…Christ…”

“He is not here, little one,” he said cheekily, letting one finger drag through the wetness at your entrance. “There is only me. Only me, isn’t that right? You are mine.”

You gasped as he slid his finger inside of you, the growl of his voice only serving to make you wetter for him. You nodded, not trusting your voice enough to muster a response. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for him.

“Say it, my love,” he groaned, playing with your clit with the tip of his tongue as he slid in a second finger. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Y-you…” you sighed, your voice trailing into a high pitch whine as he quickly found your G spot and drove into it roughly. “Oh fuck, I belong to you, moy muzh!”

The sound of that name on your lips sent heat flashing through Zhuk’s body and he growled, picking up the pace of his fingers while diving in to suck at your clit, egged on by the harsh cry he pulled out of you. You tasted incredible, and your wet heat was practically choking his fingers. He was quickly running out of breath, something he’d have to get used to now that he was human, so he pulled back for a moment to watch you write as he fucked you with his fingers. You were divine.

“Do you want me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice deep as it penetrated your ear. You could barely comprehend him with the hot pleasure coursing through you, threatening to spike at any moment and drag you over the edge into oblivion. “Tell me. I want to hear the words on your tongue.”

“Fuck!” you cried out, struggling to string the words together but somehow managing a sentence. “I need you, Zhuk! Please, Christ, fuck me!”

He could not wait a second longer, not when his gorgeous wife was begging him so deliciously. He pulled his fingers out of you and stroked himself, groaning at the first feeling of your wetness on his cock. He repositioned himself on top of you, leaning in for a kiss as he readied himself to finally enter you.

“Are you ready for me, my love?” he asked, lifting a hand to brush a curl away from your face. You nodded frantically, wrapping your legs around his waist and gripping his shoulders as he began to press inside you. You felt him shudder against you as he pushed in further, stunned by the feeling of you clenching around him, so deliciously warm and wet in a way that he’d never experienced up until that moment.

“Oh…moya zhena, you are…this is…mm…” He slid in steadily, giving you time to adjust as he bottomed out. Sex with you had always been the most incredible experience he’d ever known, but to have you while he was alive…it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, but as desperate as he was to move, he needed to give you time to adjust to him. “Is it alright, my love?”

“Zhuk…you’re so…” you trailed off, pulling him in for a rough kiss as you ground down on his cock, groaning at the feeling of him pressed inside you. “…Warm.”

Christ, he couldn’t take it anymore. Keeping his eyes on you, he pulled out as slow as he could before thrusting back in, reveling in your moan. He got to a steady pace, cradling you in his arms with your foreheads pressed together as he took you, enveloped completely by your intoxicating warmth.

“Fuck, moy muzh, you feel so good!” you cried out, burying your fingers in his hair as you kissed intermittently at the corners of his lips. “Oh god…harder…”

Your soft pleading made a low growl rumble in Zhuk’s chest as he gave you what you wanted, fucking into you roughly and feeding off your desperate cries. The slide of his cock inside of you was absolutely delicious, pressing into your G spot insistently and dragging every ounce of pleasure he could from your pliant body. It was all becoming too much, his newfound warmth surrounding you, breathing you in, filling you, and your pleasure was quickly hurtling towards its peak, which Zhuk could sense given your moans growing increasing louder.

“Mm, do you like this, little one? My gorgeous little wife, you feel fucking incredible,” he groaned, his pace picking up even more as he chased his own high. “My beautiful wife, mm, fuck, all mine, all fucking mine. Give me your pleasure, dorogoy. Cum for me!”

You couldn’t have held back from your orgasm if you tried. It was pulled out of every inch of your body as you arched your back and screamed, spasming around him as you came and came and came until you felt like your mind was floating in an intoxicating oblivion. You felt him cum inside you soon after that, his cum filling you up and warming you from the inside out. You moaned softly as he pulled out and pulled you into his arms, both of you panting as you came down from your highs.

“Fuck…I’m not used to being out of breath,” he said, his chest heaving as your rested your head against it. “I suppose my lessened stamina is something I’ll have to get used to.”

“I have to get used to how warm you are,” you giggled, running your fingers through his chest hair. “But that…that was incredible, moy muzh.”

“Mm, I love hearing you say that,” he groaned, leaning down to leave a warm kiss on your lips. “I am the luckiest man alive to have you for a wife.”

“Alive…” you sighed, shifting to look him in the eye. “I know you still have your powers, but…you’re mortal now. Do you think you’ll ever regret it?”

Zhuk took his time to take you in: naked, sweaty, and still out of breath, your tousled hair spilling over your shoulders and your gorgeous eyes swimming with unanswered questions. With a soft smile, he cupped your cheek and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Not even for a moment.”

#beetlejuice #mafia!beej #mafia beetlejuice #mafia au #zhuk #russian mafia beetlejuice #beetlejuice fic #beetlejuice fanfic #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice/reader #zhuk x reader #beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice nsft

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ceruleanmusings · 4 years

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talk nerdy to me - melisaac

Tag: @princessofdarkness12 @thegoodmogadorian @foxesandmagic @mystic-scripture @lareiism @witchofinterest @ocfairygodmother @zadien

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For once, Melanie wished that some supernatural emergency would rear its ugly head if only so she wouldn’t have to be tortured anymore. Beacon Hills had been quiet lately, a little too quiet. And it was beginning to creep her out. It’s Beacon Hills; something happened every day! People went missing. Mountain lion attacks. Strange and unexplained occurrences. But it seemed that when the year started anew, all the mystery of the town went with it and they were given the reprieve of being normal teenagers again.

Normal teenagers with homework.

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” she said, closing her textbook with a snap. She tossed it aside, watching as it bounced on the dark green flannel blanket laying across the duvet. Rubbing her tired, burning eyes she continued, “Why does it matter what the capital of Slovakia is? When am I ever going to need to know that?”

“Bratislava.”

Melanie’s eyes swung across the room to where Isaac sat in the desk chair, hunched over his laptop. His long fingers flicked a pen between them; the red blur resembled a pinwheel. The laptop put an eerie blue glow on his face. “What?”

“Bratislava.” Isaac glanced at her over his shoulder. She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling at the sight of his new reading glasses perched on his nose. He hated them. She found them adorable. “That’s the capital of Slovakia.”

“Lucky guess,” she said.

“It’s not a guess. That’s what it is.”

Her eyebrow lifted. She’d suspect that he was fucking with her, but he didn’t do that. He was one of the few that didn’t brush her off, didn’t handle her like a nuisance, didn’t deal with her. And she appreciated it. Boy, did she appreciate it.

“Oh yeah?” Sending a challenging look his way, she reached for her history book and flipped through the pages. “Okay, let’s see….ah!” She slapped her finger down on a page. “What’s the capital of…Albania?”

“Tirana,” he replied right away. She squinted. He smiled and turned back to the computer, resuming his pen wiggling as he looked over something. She suspected it was their English homework. English wasn’t one of his best classes. But that was okay because it was one of hers. That’s part of the reason she was there.

Melanie flipped through the book again. “Zimbabwe?”

“Uh…Harare.” He clicked around on the computer and then closed the lid when the screen blackened. He spun around in his chair, giving her his full attention. She nestled against the pillows on the headboard. A puff of Isaac-scented air ballooned around her—Irish Spring soap, wet earth, and whatever shampoo Melissa bought for him and Scott. She discreetly took a deep breath, holding it in for a couple seconds. “At least give me a tough one.”

“Bucharest.”

He chuckled, leaning back in the swivel chair. He laced his fingers and rested them against his neck. Behind his frames, his blue eyes sparkled. “Bucharest is the capital. It’s the capital of Romania.”

Was it? A blush appeared on her cheeks as she flipped through the book. Coming upon the page, her eyes scanned it and then she frowned. It was. She cleared her throat. “Well, well…lucky guess! I was just testing you!” she declared.

“Were you?” he asked. An eyebrow quirked and he smiled that half smile that never failed to make her stomach twist in the best way.

“Yeah! Just to see if you were paying attention.”

“I’m not the one who needs to study for history, remember?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject, Lahey! This is about you, not me!” Melanie said. “Okay, one more. How about…Kye…erg…what?” She brought the book closer to her face, squinting at the typed word as she silently sounded it out in her head. “Kee…erg…istan.”

“Ah…” Isaac’s eyes crinkled, nose wrinkling as he thought. Every muscle in her body strained to keep from making a sound at the sight. It should be against the law of boys to be so obliviously cute. “That is…Bishkek.”

“Bless you.”

Isaac chuckled and shook his head. “Very funny.”

“Thought so.” Melanie closed the book again. She rested it on her lifted knees and drummed her fingers against the cover. “How do you know all these?”

“My father…he, ah, he made me memorize them all.” Isaac’s smile slowly faded, and he pressed his lips together, untangling himself to switch positions, resembling the state The Thinker. He rubbed his hand over his stubble covered mouth—a new development that cropped up sometime in late December—the scratching sound amplified in the quiet room. “Thought that if I had enough time to read comics, I had enough time to study.”

She winced. “Sorry for bringing it up.” Mr. Lahey was an off-limits subject, only brought up and discussed by Isaac when he supplied the information.

“No, it’s okay. You didn’t know.” He put a smile back on his face; she noted that it didn’t completely reach his eyes. “It’s my party trick. …If only I were invited to parties for it to be useful.” He scoffed. “Or liked them.”

“Hey, the room doesn’t have to be full to be a party!” Melanie stated, putting the book aside. Her eyes caught a picture on his bedside table, of himself and Scott and Melissa on the front steps of the McCall home. Turning back to him she added with a grin, “It can be a party with just you and me!”

He squinted, drumming his fingers against his mouth. “So, you asking me to help you study for history was just a cover.”

She shrugged. “Not when it’s true. My history grades suck. I just so happen to bring a party with me wherever I go, lucky for you.” Smile dropping, Melanie pinned him with a serious look. “Bahrain?”

“Manama,” he replied almost instantly.

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh yeah, talk nerdy to me.”

He rolled his eyes; she didn’t miss the quirk to the corners of his lips. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed at his eyes, shifting from left to right in the swivel chair. Even with it raised all the way his long legs aided in his feet still touching the ground. “You’re a dork.”

Sliding off the bed, she closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. Placing a kiss to his cheek, she slid her lips back until they touched the shell of his ear, “You’re saying that like you don’t know this about me already.” She smirked at the widening of his eyes and the red flush that appeared on his cheeks. Running her fingers through his hair she asked casually, “What else don’t I know about you?”

Humming, he laced his fingers against the small of her back, rubbing his thumbs against her spine. “Uhhh...I speak Italian.”

She stopped attempting to braid his hair and stared at him. “No you don’t.”

“Yeah I do. Same thing with studying the capitals, Dad thought French was too easy.” He briefly let go of her to make finger quotes and then replaced his hands. “He made me take lessons after school.”

“Wait, shit, you’re not joking!” She studied his face, searching for his tell—he had a problem with lying an eye contact—but his ocean blue eyes stared back at her, sweeping her away. “Say something!”

He blinked, sucked in a breath, and said, “Sei molto esigente per qualcuno che ha bisogno di aiuto per mantenere alti i propri voti.”

A pout came to her lips. “That wasn’t nice, was it?”

Leaning forward, he brushed his nose against hers and a sly smile spread across his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he murmured and captured her lips in a kiss. Her words of protest died on her tongue and was replaced with an appreciative groan as he pulled her onto his lap.

Yes, she would actually but she could ask him about it later.

Much later.

#melisaac #otp: the song and the howl #isaac x melanie #isaac lahey #melanie crowe #the translation according to google translate is: You're very demanding for someone who needs help keeping their grades up #i mean i'm the one who put the sentence in english in but it's hit or miss whether that translated correctly #this is a bit of an alternate ending to an opening of a fic i'm writing #and yes daniel knows italian and he knows all the capitals of the world #the dude's a dork and he's after my heart i swear #my writings #teen wolf oc

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paintingwithdarkness · 4 years

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Cookies & BluePulse please 😊😊😊

“Cariño, stop eating all the frosting or we’re not gonna have any for the cookies!” Jaime lightly chastised his boyfriend, watching as he squirted yet another glob of heavily dyed icing into his mouth.

Bart’s tongue was already stained green, and the tube, which had been brand new when they’d started was already half gone. Jaime snatched it from him and set it down on the counter.

“Aww,” Bart complained, “but the cookies are taking forever!”

Jaime glanced over to the little oven where a sheet of cookies was baking. He and Bart had decided to go with a homemade sugar cookie dough and had already made quite a mess of the kitchen, without Bart adding frosting to the mix. Both of them were covered in flour, and Jaime’s hands were still coated in a thin layer of grease from kneading the butter into their dough. Even with soap, he hadn’t been able to get all of the residue off. Not to mention the eggs Bart had cracked a little too hard against the counter. Jaime could see the runny yolks they’d failed to clean up trying to drip down onto the floor. The dough-covered Christmas themed cookie cutters they’d used were piled up in the sink.

Jaime watched as Bart reached for the tube of red icing and quickly grabbed him by the wrist before he could pick it up.

Bart whined again. “I’m hungry, Babe!”

“Then eat some of the left over M&Ms,” Jaime sighed. “The colors all taste the same.”

Bart scowled and mumbled something under his breath Jaime couldn’t quite catch, but snatched up the bag of leftover M&Ms and began snacking. He and Jaime had sorted out all of the M&Ms by color and decided that certain ones they probably wouldn’t end up using. An array of candy sat on the counter, all sorted out into bowls lined up next to the tubes of frosting.

Jaime kept a close eye on his boyfriend, making sure he didn’t steal anymore candy or icing he wasn’t supposed to. He knew how fast Bart could be (he was a speedster after all) and knew that even a second’s glance away could mean another tube of icing would go missing. There would be no point to even waiting for the cookies to finish baking if Bart ate up all of the decorations first.

Jaime spared a quick look at the oven timer. The cookies still had three minutes left, and then they needed time to cool. Surely he could keep his boyfriend in line for that much longer...

“Bart!” Jaime exclaimed, turning back around and catching the speedster with the tube of red frosting in hand. He snatched it away with a pointed look.

Bart tossed his head and groaned. “The cookies are taking forever and there’s nothing else to eat!”

Just then, an idea popped into Jaime’s head. He smirked. “Are you sure?” He stepped around the kitchen island to grab Bart by the hips, pressing the speedster’s lower back into the cool edge of the countertop. It wasn’t too often that Jaime was the one to initiate intimacy in their relationship, but he figured if he could keep Bart occupied while waiting for the cookies, and get a little pleasure out of it himself, then why not?

Jaime connected their lips, scrunching his nose up at the taste of pure sugar. Bart had eaten nothing but half a tube of frosting and candy for the past hour and it was all Jaime could taste. He loved Bart, and he especially loved kissing Bart, but the sweetness overload was too much. He pulled away and wiped at his mouth.

Bart gave him a confused look.

“Sorry, Cariño,” Jaime apologized. “But you taste like pure sugar.”

Bart laughed a little, draping an arm around Jaime’s shoulders. “Maybe if you had some of the frosting too it wouldn’t be so bad?” He reached behind him with the arm that wasn’t around Jaime’s neck, grabbing a tube of icing and twisted the cap off with his thumb.

Jaime removed a hand from his boyfriend’s waist and leaned forward to grab the tube. The move pressed them chest to chest. “Don’t even think about it,” Jaime growled at him playfully. He leaned up to press a kiss to the side of Bart’s neck. Bart tipped his head, accommodating him.

Jaime lightly trailed kisses down Bart’s neck to the collar of his shirt, and then sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat, dragging a pleased hum from the speedster’s chest. He traced up the other side of Bart’s pale neck and then across his jawline, ending with a teasing peck to the corner of his mouth. Bart whined in response and threaded his fingers through Jaime’s short-cropped hair, dragging him in for a real kiss.

This time, Jaime was prepared for the sickening sweetness. He closed his eyes as his lips moved with Bart’s, slowly getting used to the flavor. Vanilla, masked by the bitter taste of artificial dyes, chocolate, sugar plum and peppermint all danced over Jaime’s tongue as Bart coaxed his mouth open, deepening the kiss. Pretty soon, Jaime couldn’t differentiate between the taste of Bart’s mouth and his own.

As they kissed, Jaime’s hands slowly wandered across his boyfriend’s muscular, yet trim torso, appreciating the faint outlines of Bart’s developing six-pack, his powerful hips, strong thighs, and taut ass. Bart’s own seemed content to trace over the broad lines of Jaime’s back and shoulders, fingertips teasing at the protrusion of the Scarab’s shell beneath his shirt.

[Jaime Reyes] He tried to block out the disembodied voice in his head. Khaji Da always seemed to butt in at the worst times. Jaime was more than content to continue making out with his boyfriend without the distraction.

[Jaime Reyes, the Christmas confections are burning.]

He whined into Bart’s mouth as the speedster’s hands trailed under the front of his shirt, thumbs teasing down his David lines until hooking in the waistband of his jeans. Reluctantly, he broke away from Bart with a gasp for breath.

“Later,” Jaime panted. “We gotta decorate the cookies first.”

“Is that a promise?” Bart asked with a leer.

Jaime grined back at him as he slipped a pair of oven mitts on. “Depends on whether you want a Silent Night or want to jingle some bells?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

Bart shook his head at the innuendo. Jaime was witty and sarcastic, and his favorite type of flirting tended to include plays on words. Exchanging dirty puns with Bart was just a natural part of their relationship.

Jaime set the tray of cookies down on the counter. Khaji Da had warned him, and the batch had come out a little browner than Jaime would have liked, but the frosting and candy would do a good enough job masking the taste, so he wasn’t too concerned. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and placed them on the counter, one in front of himself and one in front of his boyfriend.

For the next hour, they decorated the cookies, spreading green icing on Christmas trees and wreaths and dotting gingerbread men with varying colored M&M eyes. While they worked, Jaime played Christmas music on his phone in the background, quietly enough that he could still talk to his boyfriend.

“Which one are you going to leave for Santa?” Jaime asked as he put the final touches on his last cookie. He’d already picked out a reindeer shaped treat he’d decorated to leave for the big man in red.

“Santa?” Bart scoffed. “There’s no way a dude in a sleigh loaded down with tons of presents and relying on the power of magic reindeer can make it around the world in a single night.”

“You can literally run at the speed of light,” Jaime pointed out.

Bart crossed his arms. “You mean to tell me that Grandpa Barry has been Santa this whole time?”

Jaime chuckled. “He does wear a red suit. Plus, it explains why he can eat the millions of Christmas cookies and leave only crumbs at each child’s house.”

Bart shook his head.

Jaime laughed and gave him a kiss to placate him. “Don’t ruin the magic for me, Cariño.”

Bart slumped down in his chair, but set aside a cookie nonetheless. “The only people qualified for magic are Dr. Fate and Zatanna. I don’t think an old, fat man who breaks into houses should be granted those same privledges.”

Jaime slugged Bart in the bicep playfully. “You’re such a Scrooge!” He complained laughingly.

“Us speedsters are men of science,” Bart defended with a shrug. He got up and took the plate with his and Jaime’s cookies for Santa over to set on the mantle above their fireplace. He took a second to admire the tree he and Jaime had decorated on the first of December and then returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess. As he passed by the counter, Jaime tugged him down into his lap with an insistent kiss.

Jaime smiled when he felt his boyfriend kiss back and adjusted his position so that Bart could properly straddle his lap.

“I think the Christmas packages arrived early,” Bart whispered into Jaime’s ear suggestively, as he ground down against him.

Jaime placed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind Bart’s ear before replying back, “Maybe we should take them to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Bart turned his head to give Jaime a quick kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a Merry Christmas to me.”

Jaime kissed his boyfriend one more time before standing up from his chair to carry Bart down the hallway to their bedroom. The mess in the kitchen could wait. Right now, all he wanted was to be a ho ho ho for the love of his life.

Merry Christmas @lifewhyyoudothisquestionmark! Hope you enjoy this 🎄🎁

I think you’re rubbing off on me with all of these jokes. My writing never used to be like this. Oh well. I’ll blame you and my terrible sleep schedule for this monstrosity 😂

#young justice #bart allen #jaime reyes #blue beetle #kid flash #yj #christmas #merry christmas #i’m so sorry for all of the dirty christmas puns #i’m tired #and they just happened #i dont even think the main point of this drabble was to decorate the cookies #all jaime wanted for christmas was bart #i’ll stop now #bluepulse

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trashcanband4 · 4 years

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Therapy Sessions Ch. 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: NeganxOc. Setting: The Sanctuary. Warnings: None other than Negan being OOC. Summary: Negan begins attempting to get to know the OC (Kelly.).

The next day she woke up to an empty bed and a note left on the dining table. As she picked it up she read aloud, “You are to stay here until I return. Make yourself at home but touch my stash of food and you will be sorry.” She scoffed and tossed the note back on the table.

“Right, so what am I supposed to do here all day?” As she looked around the room she spotted a few books, a small stereo and some CD’s on a shelf sitting to the right of the door, but none of them peaked her interest. Finally she popped a cd into the stereo and started working out.

She had just finished doing cool down stretches when Negan walked in. Lucille propped up on his shoulder. “Good morning.” Negan told her seeing that she wasn’t still in bed like he expected she’d be given the events of the previous night and how late they went to sleep. If he had the chance to sleep in he’d definitely take it, but he had a community to run.

“Mornin’.” She answered as she sat down on the foot of the bed, leaving the dining chairs at the table for Negan. He walked into the room and leaned the sparkling clean Lucille against the bookshelf by the door then sat down in the dining chair crossing his legs at the knees.

“So what’s in store for me today?” she asked bringing her socked feet up onto the bed to sit cross-legged.

“You and I have the rest of the day together and I intend on spending every second of it picking at your dead little soul.” He replied as he sat down in the armchair.

“Why?” she asked, emotionlessly, as usual.

“Because what’s dead doesn’t stay dead these days.” He replied with a cocky smile.

“You think you can bring me back to life?” she asked, her voice turning hard as she crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted to tell him that the walls she had built up, walls constructed from the fallen bodies of her loved ones, were impossible to tear down. However she kept her mouth shut, because telling him that would be letting him in and that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m going to try.” He answered finding it ironic that while he was going to attempt to fix her, Daryl was being held in a tiny room in which Negan intended on breaking the man.

“Good luck with that.” She shrugged and dropped her arms from across her chest.

“Tell me about who you were before the world got flushed down the shitter.” He told her as he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees.

“And if I don’t want to?” she asked flatly.

“Then I’ll ask you to tell me what you did for a living.” He countered.

“And if I say that I don’t want to answer that question either?” she asked already getting tired of him and his pointless questions.

“Then I’ll tell you that I am being very generous keeping you in here with me. I could easily put you in the room next to Daryl’s where you can listen to him screaming and crying as fucking Easy Street play’s on loop and you will be fed the same shitty as fuck dog food sandwiches as him.” He told her as his face turned cold and his eyes glaring.

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest again. “Fine, before the dead came back to eat the living, I was a wife and mother. I was chasing two kids around a three bedroom house, changing diapers and getting baby food thrown in my face. My husband worked two jobs to make ends meet. Things were hard, but I wouldn’t and couldn’t have asked for a better family.”

“Do you have children back at Alexandria?” he asked and she simply shook her head no. “What happened to them?”

“Near the beginning my youngest was taken from me by a virus that spread through our community like wildfire. We didn’t have the resources to handle it. The poor baby didn’t stand a chance. He’d always had a weak immune system. He was three.” She answered not looking at Negan, but at her hands in her lap as she picked at her cuticles. “My oldest, was taken from me by some ass holes that called themselves the wolves. I was helping stock the pantry and my husband was out on a supply run when they attacked. She was home alone. The wolves slit her throat.” She glanced up at Negan then back down to her hands. “She was nine.”

“So is that when you started shutting down?” he asked quietly.

“No, I felt every single bit of that shit.” She answered honestly.

“You mentioned a husband. He dead now?” Negan pressed.

“After we lost our son things between us became…strained. We only stayed together because of our daughter. So when we lost her-” she cut herself off not wanting to elaborate too much. “Let’s just say things got really, really ugly. He eventually left the community. I don’t know where he went and I don’t care to.” The whole time she answered his questions her voice stayed the same, flat, uncaring tone as usual.

“Damn… that all sucks.” he sighed and rubbed at his chin.

“The world sucks now.” She shrugged one shoulder.

“You’re not wrong about that.” He replied as he leaned back in the chair again and brought his booted foot up to rest on his knee.“Let’s lighten things up a bit.” He said and Kelly stopped picking at her cuticles. “Coffee or tea?”

“French Vanilla chai tea.” She answered quickly.

“I’m a black coffee guy myself. What TV shows were you into before?” he told her information about himself even though she didn’t ask.

“The Big Bang Theory, South Park and as embarrassing as it is to admit, The Bold and The Beautiful.” She answered.

“The Bold and The Beautiful was that shitty soap opera right?” he asked and she nodded. “I wasn’t much into tv myself. Did you have a celebrity crush?” He picked up a baseball that was on the floor next to the dining chair and started tossing it in the air and catching it.

“It was always a tie between Channing Tatum and Jensen Ackels.” She answered and for the first time Negan heard what he thought was a smile in her voice.

“Seriously, Jensen Ackles?” he asked as he stopped tossing the ball and cocked a brow at her.

“Hey, dude was hot as hell.” She argued with a small smile that was no where near reaching her eyes, but it was a start. “Just saying.”

“You know Lucille used to tell me that Jensen reminded her of me what I was younger.” He commented quirking Kelly’s interest for the first time.

“You’re bat talks to you?” she asked and he knew she meant it sarcastically but the tone wasn’t there.

“Lucille was my wife. My real wife… before all of this.” He explained and Kelly just made an “Ah” face. “Dog or Cat?” he asked going back to this or that questions.

“Dog, you?” she asked figuring that if he was going to get to know her and keep her in his room for the foreseeable future, she should start getting to know him too.

“Dog. Cats are too fuckin’ moody.” He replied. “Toast or eggs?”

“Eggs.” She answered then motioned for him to answer. He smirked a little, thinking it a good thing that she wanted him to answer his questions too.

“Toast.” Negan answered than asked, “Cardio or Weights?”

“Cardio. Stamina matters these days.” She answered.

“Weights.” He smirked again.

“Cake or pie?”

“Neither. I don’t do sweets.” She answered.

“What’s the matter with you? Sweets are what make life worth living.” He asked dramatically with a shake of his head.

“I’ve never had a sweet tooth. Even as I kid I didn’t eat a lot of candy.” She said with a shrug.

“So what did you do on your birthday, stick candles in a pot roast?” he asked and she cracked the smallest of smiles.

“I had a cake, I just didn’t eat it.” she answered as she dropped her feet to hang off of the side of the bed, not quite touching the floor. “What about you, cake or pie?”

“Classic apple pie with the sugared lattice on top.” He answered. “So you don’t eat sweets at all, none, ever?” he asked stuck on the sweets thing.

She sighed and tilted her head back, people always had this reaction when she told them that she never ate chewy or hard candies or cake or cookies. “I will eat mint chocolate chip ice cream every other blue moon, but that’s it.”

“Mint chocolate chip? Out of all the awesome ice cream flavors you chose the most disgusting one.”

Kelly just rolled her eyes at him. “Okay so out of all the awesome ice cream flavors what’s your favorite Mr. Judgmental?” she asked sarcastically.

“Butter pecan all the way baby.” He answered with a shit eating grin that showed off his dimples and perfect teeth.

“Now that’s disgusting.” She said with a point at him. “Bath or shower?” she flipped things around and asked him a question. He didn’t seem to notice, too caught up in the conversation.

“Shower.” He answered.

“Same, I never understood how someone could soak in a soup of their own filth.” She added and he smiled at her, thinking the same thing. “Hamburger or taco?”

“Hamburger.” He answered without missing a beat.

“Yeah you look like a hamburger guy.” She said giving him an appraising gaze.

“Let me guess, tacos?” he asked and she nodded. “Most important quality in a partner, Intelligence or sense of humor?”

“Why can’t I have both?” she asked and he shook his head at her. “Fine, sense of humor.”

“Intelligence.” He answered “Cups in the cupboard right side up or up side down?”

“Up side down. It’s more stable and causes fewer chips.” She answered. “Toilet paper on the dispenser facing up or down?”

“Down, what kind of psycho puts it on facing up?” he asked with a smile.

“My ex-husband. It drove me absolutely batty. That and leaving his socks right next to the laundry basket instead of in it.” She said getting more rapped up in the conversation than she had meant to.

“Well, as you can see I’m a pretty tidy guy so we should get along just fine.” His statement brought her back down to earth, remembering that she was once again going to be sharing a bed with this man. A man she hardly knew anything about. Noticing her sudden silence and her eyes that stared down at the floor he stood up from the chair and moved to sit next to her, a few inches of space between them. “What are you thinkin’ about, Dead Girl?” he asked as he bumped his shoulder against hers as if they had been friends for years.

“I…am… thinking about how I don’t think you’re going to be able to…fix, me. I know I’m fucked up. I watched you turn two men’s head into tomato soup and yet I still have no problem sharing a bed with you. A normal person, someone in their right mind, wouldn’t have willingly climbed into your truck, slept in your bed, or be sitting here with you like you couldn’t be the literal death of me.” She finally looked across her shoulder at his bright hazels looking at her as he listening closely. “If you can’t fix me will you at least make my death quick and painless?”

“I’m not going to kill you, darlin’. I refuse to except that you are un-repairable.” He replied.

She sighed and fell backwards onto the bed. “I hate this, you making me remember my past, trying to get into my head…”

“Well,” he started as he turned around and threw one of his legs over hers, straddling her, “there could be perks for both of us.”

She bit her lip as she placed her hands on his chest then slid them up to rest on each side of his neck, making him smirk cockily. “You can get into my head, or you can get into my pants. You can’t have both.” She patted him on the shoulder then slid down off of the bed, her nose brushing the crotch of his pants as she did. “Sorry Charlie.” She said as she stood up then turned to face him.

“Okay, then I’ll ask you some more questions.” He said as she moved around to sit in the middle of the bed.

“God, you’re borning.” She groaned then sat down in the dining chair to answer more pointless, boring questions.

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simonxriley · 4 years

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Meg can you do 42 for Lizz and Price for the Drabble Challenge? Love them so muchhhhh

I wish this came out long ago, but here it finally is!! I hope you enjoy!!

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Prompt #42 “Stop being so cute”

It’s been seven months since Soap’s death and four months since the pregnancy was confirmed. And now since they knew they were having a boy Liz wanted to get the nursery ready. For the most part it was done, now they just need to get the crib up, organize his clothes and hang a few pictures.

Liz was sitting on the floor going through the abundance of clothes they bought him and was organizing them. As she looked through all the onesies, shirts, pants and other miscellaneous clothing, she realized she might have gone overboard. Little Johnny wouldn’t even get to wear half of this stuff before he grew out of it.

“I think you were right. I think I did go overboard.”

Price looked over at her from where he knelt trying to get the crib up, seeing all the clothes surrounding her. “Just a tad love.”

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “Well I can’t help it, they make all the baby clothing cute. And this might be the only child we have so I think we should spoil him.”

He set the screwdriver he had in his hands down and walked over to sit next to her against the wall. “Love, you’re kind of an impulse buyer.”

“No argument there.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, running her hand down the swell of stomach. “It’s crazy to think he’ll be here in two months. Then our lives are really going to change.”

A small smile spread across Price’s face as he rested a hand on her stomach, feeling a little kick. “Aye it will. Before you said you were worried about how I would feel about having this child, even when we knew it would’ve happened eventually. You never seemed to have an issue with it, even when we were having unprotected sex back then.”

She lifted her head off his shoulder, covering his hand that was resting on her stomach with her own. “We had nothing to lose back then, all we cared about was Makarov. Those nights we spent together though made me forget about the state of the world, about what our goal was. And truthfully? I didn’t care.”

“We had a lot to lose back then love, we just didn’t realize it.” He leaned over and kissed her temple, his lips lingering on her skin for a few seconds before he moved away. “I know I’m not the fatherly type, probably don’t have a parental bone inside of me. I’ll try and be the best father I can be for him, he deserves at least that.”

Liz chuckled and a small smile started to spread across her face. “You’re going to be an amazing dad John! Besides I know you well enough, if you truly didn’t want this child you would’ve told me in the beginning.”

“It wouldn’t have been fair to you if I didn’t want this child.” He sighed through his nose and ran his hand down the swell of her stomach. “Our carelessness is what made him come to be and I’m not running away from this. I might not know how to be a bloody father, but I can learn how to be one from him.”

Her face softened upon his gaze and she leaned over to place a quick kiss upon his lips. “You never would have, and even if you did the guilt would’ve eaten at you. It’s not in your nature to run away from things John. It’s one of the things I love about you, you never run from a problem.”

“Never have, never will.”

He gave her one last kiss before he got up to return to his previous spot and she went back to sorting out the clothes.

As Liz filtered through them she would occasionally glanced over at him, watching him struggle with putting together the crib. The longer she watched him, the more her attention went to him and she couldn’t help but smile. She’s watched him do amazing things since she’s met him, hell he even crashed a helicopter mid air, yet he was having trouble putting together a crib of all things.

Price glanced over at her, seeing the smile across her face. “What?”

“Stop being so cute.”

She laughed at the exasperated look on his face and he motioned around him. “You think me putting together this is cute? Love you need to find something else that’s cute because this is not it.”

“Sweetie I’ve seen you do some amazing things, but you’re struggling with a piece of furniture for your own son. Yeah I think it’s cute.”

He glared at her and sighed through his nose. Liz knew he didn’t like to be called sweetie, but deep down he would never have her stop because he did actually like that pet name, but would never tell a soul.

He turned back to the crib, mumbling. “I’m not struggling.”

Her ears perked up when she heard him and a smirk formed on her face. “What was that?”

“Nothing love.”

“Thought so.” She chuckled.

It went quiet between them as they went back to their respectable chores. Liz was going through all the onesies they got him, some were festive for the holidays, some were plain and others had certain designs on them. But her favorite would have to be the one Mac gifted them a little while back. It was navy blue and said “next generation of Price men” in big white letters and at the bottom in smaller white letters it said “never thought that would happen”.

The chuckle she let out made Price turn to her, seeing her look down at something in her lap. “What’s so funny?”

“The onesie Mac gave us. I think that’s what Johnny should wear when he comes home.”

“Does he have too? Isn’t there another one he can wear?”

“I don’t understand why you don’t like it, the saying isn’t even that bad and it’s pretty true.” She set it down in her lap, giving him a small smile. “Your name isn’t going to die with you anymore John, you should be happy about that.”

“I am, that’s not the issue. I don’t want him to feel like he has to follow in my footsteps because he’s a Price. I..we ended the war, now the Price name holds a lot.”

“John we can steer him away from joining the military as much as we can, but once he turns eighteen it’s his choice. I don’t think we need to worry about that yet, we have years before he even cares about what we do, or did in my case.”

Price gave her a small smile and nodded his head, then went back to the crib. She watched him for a moment, relishing in his muscles that moved in his toned arms as he tightened a screw. Thinking it wouldn’t be that long before those arms are holding his child.

An hour later she finally organized all his clothes and they were now in their respective places in his closet and dresser. Now Liz was sitting in the rocking chair, slowly rocking with one of Johnny’s stuffed animals in her hands as she watched Price finish up the crib.

“There, it’s finally finished.” He tossed the screwdriver in the tool box and stood up to stretch. “I’ll put the mattress in tomorrow.”

“Now the nursery is nearly ready, just a few more tiny things and then we’re done.”

“Then all we have left to do is wait until junior gets here.”

“Junior.” She scoffs as she stands up, with a little help from him. “We can make him a junior if you really want to.”

Price scoffed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and met her gaze. “No I like the name we picked for him.”

“I do too.” She leaned up giving his a quick peak on the lips. “Let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving.”

He dropped his arms from her shoulders and nodded in agreement. “I am too love.”

They both began to leave the room, Liz tossed the stuffed animal that was still in her hands to the rocking chair before following him out. “And you’re cooking.”

Price let out a snort, and rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say you love!”

#anonymous #liz x price #oc liz walker #john price #captain price #call of duty #cod #modern warfare

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naioge · 7 years

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Mikannie Week - Day 4 - Forgiveness

Mikasa sat heavily on the stool next to the bed and looked down at Eren as he slept. His condition was rapidly deteriorating and there was nothing she could do. She felt truly helpless for the first time in a long time. All she had wanted to do was be by his side, to see him happy, to see him realize his dream and now… now she was doomed to simply sit here and watch him die.

The thought made her sick to her stomach and she stood, pacing the small room as her mind though back to what years she’d had with him; the first day they met, how he saved her life and gave her purpose, waking him up when he’d been lazy napping beneath a tree and watching him grow from scared little boy to the man he was today.

The room felt too small, too sad and Mikasa found herself walking towards the door and into the hallway, her footsteps carrying her forward even as she continued to be lost in thought. It was the sound of the guard stopping her that made the girl realize where she had ended up. She was deep underground, deeper than even the city’s sewer tunnels and at a door that had almost become as familiar as Eren’s.

Annie.

That name brought with it a range of conflicting emotions; anger, sadness, confusion, unwanted desire, love and hate just to name a few. So far Mikasa had resisted going past that door to the girl who lay within. She wanted to see the small blonde, to demand answers to so many questions but what good would it do now. Mikasa had put all of it behind her when Annie had retreated behind her crystal. What good would it do now to ask why she had killed all those people? Or why she had betrayed her comrades or what possessed her to try and take Eren away KNOWING what he meant to Mikasa?

The last thought had the brunette slamming her fist to the wall, startling the young man on duty. She felt his eyes on her and ignored him as she continued her pacing, letting herself get lost in thought, dreams and memories; memories like what had happened after Shadis had pulled the two of them apart before they could determine who would best the other in hand to hand combat.

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“You kids knock it off? This is not the time to brawl. Now go run laps, both of you.”

Mikasa had saluted and then immediately turned to begin her punishment, pacing herself for what she was sure would be a long sentence. She could feel Annie’s eyes on her and hear her close behind. Her fighting instincts rose. Would the blonde try and take her down once they were out of Shadis sight? Mikasa tensed and fought against putting more distance between herself and the small blonde. Instead she shifted her position so that she could see Annie more clearly in her peripheral vision and adjusted her pace so that they were almost even. They lapped the entire base four times before they heard Shadis yell at them to hit the showers.

Mikasa had partially stripped before the door had even closed and wiped the sweat from her body with her discarded shirt. Every inch of her felt disgusting and Mikasa crinkled her nose as she peeled off her boots. The only way she could smell worse was if she were dead. She stiffened as the door opened once more and watched as Annie walked in and sat on the opposite bench, back turned. For a moment Mikasa felt the urge to throw one of her boots at the girl but she refrained and worked on getting out of the rest of her clothes. She walked naked over to the closest shower and turned it on, not even bothering to let the water warm.

Mikasa shivered under the ice cold stream but the water felt good on her skin, washing away the sweat from the day. She grabbed the block of soap and lathered up, determined to clean everything at least twice. She flinched slightly as she heard the other shower turn on and pointedly averted her eyes. The brunette had seen the small girl unclothed before and knew Annie naked did nothing for her. It wasn’t the nudity that made her avert her gaze but the anger she could feel still bubbling close to the surface. A part of her had wanted the fight to continue, to answer the question on everyone’s mind as to who would win in a one-on-one match. Mikasa was convinced Annie was her equal and it was only the other girl’s laziness that kept her from rising in the ranks. The girl had already said she didn’t care, that as long as she made the top ten she would be satisfied.

“Are you done yet?”

That voice was colder than even the water and Mikasa turned to glare down at the girl (secretly pleased that she was over half a head taller) and frowned when she saw a slender hand outstretched as though waiting for something. Her frown deepened as those slender fingers snapped twice before unfolding, ice blue eyes glaring back up at her in annoyance.

“The soap. Are you done with the soap? You’re not the only one who got sweaty you know.”

Mikasa felt her lips curl into a cruel smirk as she held the bar up over her head.

“You want it? You’re gonna have to work for it.”

She saw Annie’s jaw tighten, surprised when the small girl jumped over a foot off the ground and Mikasa felt those small fingers brush against her wrist. She heard the small girl curse and suddenly found herself pinned to the wall by a muscled forearm.

“Just give me the fucking soap.”

Mikasa scoffed and started to drop her arm when the brush of something firm and soft pressed against the underside of her breasts. Startled she looked down and saw Annie’s body leaning into hers and she flushed as an electric shock rocked through her and felt the bar of soap slip through her hand. Mikasa watched as it slid across the wet floor just a step away. She felt those cold eyes on her, surprised when she heard a soft sound that might have been a laugh coming from the other girl.

Mikasa felt the tight hold loosen and lift as Annie turned around bending over to grab the discarded bar. Mikasa gasped as the other girl’s ass pressed against her hips, digging in briefly before Annie straightened up and sauntered away. The brunette watched as slender hips rocked provocatively. She felt frozen as she watched Annie take the bar and rub it slowly down her front, blue eyes flashing as her hand crept between her legs before Mikasa snapped out of it. Blushing furiously the taller of the two turned and finished, dressing quickly before retreating back to the dorm rooms. Glad to find them empty for once she stripped back down, tugging on a tank top and her second pair of uniform pants. She hurried to the dining hall, grateful to lose herself in routine while her mind furiously tried to rationalize what had happened.

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Mikasa shook herself from the memory, feeling the tips of her ears burn with the fact that even now, almost 6 years later, she could still recall the feeling of that firm flesh pressing against her and she could feel her fingers twitch from the desire to reach out and hold the girl there. She hadn’t then and Annie had avoided her after that, but the tension had remained, unchecked and not fully realized until after the battle of Trost when she had found the blonde sitting alone staring out into the night with a stricken expression on her face.

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The battle had shaken Mikasa to the core. Losing Eren only to be reunited again had exhausted her emotions. She had fought to remain at his side as he was taken into custody but her squad leader had pulled her back, telling her there was nothing more she could do. Mikasa had resisted at first, determined to not be separated again but it was no use and she watched as the only family she had left was taken away. She had wandered from corridor to corridor, taking in the grief of those who’d been left behind and feeling lost. The girl’s dormitory was empty save for Krista and Ymir, the two of them wrapped up in each other, oblivious to everyone and anyone who may or may not want to share the room. Mikasa had turned, content to give the two their privacy, it wasn’t as if she could sleep right now anyway - not with the knowledge of how easily she’d been willing to give up.

She took another long corridor, pushing open the door at the end of the hallway. She felt more than saw the hard gaze from the girl who sat near the only window in the room and Mikasa was startled to realize it was Annie. Feeling the awkwardness that had been building between them for months, Mikasa turned to leave stopping only by the faintest whisper to stay. Curious the brunette turned and looked at Annie, truly, for the first time in months. This was not the Annie she had grown accustomed to seeing. Gone was the bored expression and that cold glare. No, here sat an Annie she had never seen before, raw emotion bleeding through the cracks in that aggressive facade. Mikasa stepped into the dark room and closed the door, slowly sinking to the floor with her back pressed against the wood, content with the silence.

She could feel Annie’s eyes on her, watching her, assessing her. The memory of the last words she had said to the blonde played back in the asian girl’s mind and she cleared her throat softly, breaking the silence between them.

“I want you to know that I don’t think you are a coward.”

Mikasa watches Annie look back at her and stammers out the rest of her words in a rush.

“Everyone else was standing there and I needed - “

“You don’t have to explain. What you said worked.”

Mikasa finds herself at a loss of what to say back. She is no hero. She had led recklessly, selfishly, caring for nothing but her own sorrow. A sudden movement caught her eye and she looked up to see Annie standing over her, expressionless and realized that she had been speaking her thoughts outloud. The brunette felt her cheeks burn and looked away from that piercing blue gaze only to find her chin caught and turned back, forcing her to look back at Annie.

“What matters is that you lived and that you didn’t lose anyone today.”

The words are soft and Mikasa can barely make them out past the pounding of her heart as a calloused finger traces her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. She is reminded suddenly of that time in the showers, of the way that memory made her feel all the times she examined it. Mikasa finds her head tilting up and she holds her breath when she sees Annie lean down, the first brush of their lips full of hesitancy, wonder and fear. It is the kind of mixed emotion that changes things but Mikasa can’t worry about how she is changing, only that she wants to feel that again, harder and more. She wants to focus on the heat it brings, to lose herself in the experience and forget how she almost lost herself completely earlier that day.

Annie is pressing her against the door, pulling her forward and then her back is on the ground, shoulders pinned as the small blonde straddles her waist, lips slanting at just the right angle so their teeth don’t clang in the heated rush of their first real kiss. Mikasa can feel the heat radiating off that small body, so much heat from someone she’d always thought as cold. It feels like it is burning through her and she moans as she pries Annie’s hands from her shoulders, lacing their hands together as she sits up before cradling the girl in her lap.

She knows that what she feels is want but she hasn’t the slightest clue how to sate that need. She wishes she had paid more attention to the things Ymir and Krista do with one another but she has always turned away from such things. Mikasa lets those small hands slip from hers and she trembles as nimble fingers unbutton and unstrap and peel back all the layers between them. And when it is over and all she can taste and feel is the girl resting in her arms, does Mikasa finally stop thinking and let the sleep her body needs take over.

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Mikasa stands at that doorway remembering that night, remembering all the nights after when she would think back on it and wish that things could be different. It is only wishful thinking. There is no going back now that Annie has revealed herself to be an enemy of humanity and all Mikasa can think of is to wonder how can she love Annie despite that. How can she forgive a girl who is directly responsible for the destruction of her home, for trying to take Eren away, for killing all those people? She thinks back to what she said to herself after the battle of Trost, of how the world was cruel and yet so very beautiful. She thinks of the way those cold eyes resemble the clearest sky and makes her decision.

Slowly she opens the door and sees Annie lying on her side staring, once more, at the world outside but there is no look of longing on her face, only resolve until those eyes turn to fixate on Mikasa once more.

“Annie, I forgive you.”

And she does because all the people she has left in this world, that she loves are titans now and the time she has left with them is scarce and too precious to be wrapped up in hate and misunderstanding.

@mikann

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kpopyourcherryy · 7 years

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3 Years - Pt. 2 (F/A(?))

Genre: Fluff and Angst(???????)

Length: 2,000+ words

Previously:

You nodded, and a small thankful smile appeared on your face. You waved bye once more and the moment you exited, Yoongi closed the door behind you. A sigh of pure relief escaping him. “God that was weird..” He nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Definitely, oh my gosh..” Nodding in a agreement. “Let’s just get home already babe.” You smiled up at him, closing your eyes as he bent down and kissed your forehead.

Yoongi giggled, still feeling the butterflies in his stomach he got everytime he looked at you, even after being with you for so long. He gripped your hand tighter, and led you to your car. “Let’s go babygirl.”

A little over a month had passed since then, things between Yoongi and you were better than ever. You two were constantly going on little random dates; he’d bring you flowers at least once a week, he’d always write cute little notes and leave them around the house for you to find. He was a romantic dork, and you adored it.

It was about 9:30 p.m., you were to lazy to shower just yet so you plopped down onto your bed and waited for Yoongi to come over. You laid there wrapping yourself like a ‘burrito’ - as Yoongi and Namjoon called it - in your silky, steel colored blanket while still wearing the sweats you’ve been in all day, you hair up in a messy half ponytail when your phone vibrated underneath you.

Immediately, you rolled over thinking it was him texting you, but it wasn’t. Instead of being greeted with a lovely message from your boyfriend telling you he was near your place and how happy he was finally being able to see you after the two days you had spent apart; nope that wasn’t there at all, it was a notification from your period tracking app. It read;

Hi y/n! It seems you are two weeks late! If this is wrong, please correct it by opening up the app and record the days you had your period.

Your heart dropped and your eyes widened. “No, no...” You muttered to yourself, “This is wrong, no..” Your voice became shaky as you thought about all the times you and Yoongi had unprotected sex. “Fuck..” You mumbled as yoou hastily opened up the app, immediately going to the calendar to see exactly when your last cycle was.

The moment you saw your last period was at the beginning of last month, panic set in. “Fuck! Fuck!” You shouted and put your hands over your face. You didn’t even noticed Yoongi come in the front door, as you sank onto the cold, hard wood floor of your bedroom.

“Babe?” Yoongi called out to you as he enter your apartment carrying a bag of take out. As he set the bag down on top of the marbled kitchen counter he could hear your muffled whimpers and shouting, immediately he couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. He practically ran towards your room, stopping abruptly once he reached the door way. His heart ached when he saw you in tears, holding your stomach while hyperventilating.

“Bab- Baby.. What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, completely clueless to why you could be so panicked. He slowly made his way over to you, and sank down onto the floor, gently embracing you as you continued to hyperventilate. He was never good at dealing with things like this, and you knew that, but he always seemed to know exactly what he was supposed to do.

Yoongi pulled you onto his lap, holding you tightly all while tenderly running his fingers through the bird’s nest you called hair. “Shhh babygirl, it’s okay my love..” He softly cooed planting careful kisses on the top of your head, “It’s okay, my love. I’m here.. I’m right here..”

After a little while you could feel yourself beginning to calm down. You breathing though still a tad quick and shallow, was better than it had been and the tightness you felt in your chest began to slowly disappear. You sniffled, “I- I’m sorry for this..” You sat up on his lap, looking down at him now. You wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks with the back of your hands. You scoffed and shook your head, “God I feel terrible..”

He looked up at you with the warmest, love-filled look on his face, that gorgeously angelic grin of his slowly appearing on his face as he couldn’t help but to admire your raw beauty. “Baby it’s okay..” He reassured you, moving his hands to gently rub your back. “Can you tell me what happened?” He asked, slightly tilting his head as he did.

You took a deep breath, sighing as you thought about the fact that you were most likely pregnant. There could be no other explanation as to why you haven’t gotten your period yet. “I- I might be pregnant..” You stuttered faintly, placing you hand on top of your tummy. “I’m scared, Yoongi. What if I am?” You whimpered, your lower lip quivering as you looked down towards your stomach.

Yoongi’s breath hitched and he could feel this sudden pit in his stomach. He always wanted to become a father, but not yet of course. “Wh- Why do you think you’re pr- pregnant?” He struggled to ask, running one of his hands through his soft black hair.

“Well..” You began, as you pointed over to your phone. “I got a notification from that period tracking app I use, and it said I had been two weeks late..” After deeply sighing for the trillionth time tonight, you continued, “I hadn’t even noticed, but when I checked when my last cycle was; it was at the beginning of last month, Yoongi. Babe, we’ve been having unprotected sex this entire time.” You whimpered as you felt the tears well up once again.

He could see just how terrified you were, because he felt the exact same way. Absolutely terrified. “I- I know baby...” He said airily as he threw his head back onto the bed. “Come on baby girl.. Let’s go get wash up... Okay?” Yoongi began to stand and carefully helped you up as well. He lifted you up into his arms and began making his way over to the bathroom.

You were both silent nearly the entire time; there were no dumb jokes, no laughter, just this lingering silence. After Yoongi washed himself, he grabbed your body wash, “Come here babygirl..” He softly said, motioning for you to come closer. You nodded, and did as he said of course, though you remained silent.

“Listen, y/n...” He said as he began washing your body; starting with your arms, chest, and back first before making his way down. “I know- I know this is all so scary. Believe me, I’m scared too.. I’m scared I’ll be an awful father, I’m scared of all the things that could go wrong; all the worst case scenarios everyone fears.. I’m terrified.” Yoongi said shakily, finally admitting his own anxieties over this, but then he pulled you into his arms and held on to you so tightly. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, and despite already being wet because of the shower you could feel his tears gently falling on to your neck and shoulder.

“But, y/n..” He sniffled, wiping any remaining tears away then lifted is head to look down at you. “I love you okay? And if you are pregnant, I will love that.. our baby with all m heart.” Yoongi brought his hands up, and gently cupped your face. He looked deep into your eyes, as if he were completely exposing his emotions to you, “I will try my hardest to be the best father possible, and I know you’ll be a fantastic mom..”

His heart felt words caused tears to well up once more, “I love you, Yoongi..” You said in this broken tone then planted a gentle kiss on his palm. You closed your eyes, sighing as you placed your hand over his and practically burying yourself in the palm of his hand. “I’ll go see the doctor tomorrow, okay? I could just be late because of stress.. or something..” Neither one of you believe your own weak, little explanation, but to lighten up the mood the two of you just accepted it.

Yoongi took a deep breath as he slowly removed his hands from your face, “Turn around baby.. I gotta wash your hair now.” With a sweet smile you nodded and did as he said. As he began washing your hair, a soft giggle escaped his lips, “Ya know, babe, even though I’m absolutely terrified. If you are pregnant, I’m actually excited to start a family with you.”

You couldn’t help but to smile brightly, “Really?” You questioned him playfully, “Honestly, I think you’ll be a great dad. As it is you’re an amazing boyfriend, and you’re amazing to your friends. I can only imagine how much you’ll just spoil our baby.” You giggle softly, pulling away from him to wash your hair.

He moved you into the water, and helped rinse the soap out of your hair. “Of course. I mean you’re the love of my life, why wouldn’t I be?” He added widely smiling as the adoring compliments you had just given him filled his mind.

Once all the soap was out, Yoongi hastily turned you to face him. Your eyes locked with his, as that’s when you saw them; the few tears that had manage to escape, stream down his cheeks. He pulled you into his arms again, “Let’s try to be amazing parents to our baby, okay?” He sniffed, “Even if you’re not pregnant, and this is all just a scare. It’s made me realize how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Quickly, he wiped away new forming tears, “I never want to part with you. I want to always be by your side, y/n.”

“Oh, Yoongi..” You muttered, your voice slightly muffled as you buried your face in his chest. “I love you so, so much.” You cooed in adoration, planting your candy-sweet kisses on his chest, “Tomorrow, I’ll go buy a test, and then...” Your voice slightly weakened, the thought of just taking a test causing your anxiety to skyrocket,”.. Then we’ll know for sure whether I am or not.”

As you reluctantly pulled away from him, he nodded. “Good idea princess.” He said calmly, “We shouldn’t get so worked up over it yet.” He pressed his lips together, faintly sighing, “But if you are... Just know that I won’t run away, okay babygirl?” He added, placing a heavenly little kiss on the tip of your nose. Yoongi gently placed his hand over your tummy then knelt down in front of you. He looked up at you, nothing but pure and innocent love in his eyes, “If there is a little person in your tummy..” He gently pressed his forehead against your stomach, “Just know that your mommy and daddy love you already... With all our hearts. Please continue to grow up nice and strong peanut.”

You couldn’t help but to giggle as you covered your face with your hands, all the fear you had felt only moments before seemed to have completely vanished, “You have a nickname for the baby already?” You giggled, still blushing heavily as you peered down your at your boyfriend kissing your tummy just before he stood up again, “We still don’t know if I am or not yet.”

Yoongi nodded, “Yeah I know, but..” He looked down at your tummy again as he stood in front of you, “I really hope you are..”

Tears began to form again, as you nodded in agreement. Though you and Yoongi were still young, and his career was blowing up like crazy; you still wanted this, you wanted a family with him. “Me too..” You tenderly rubbed your tummy, as you blinked back the tears, “Im going to go get dress okay? Come straight to bed when your done. I just want to be in your arms..”

He weakly smiled as he watched you get out of the shower, dry your hair, then wrap yourself in your favorite lilac towel, “Give me a kiss baby before you go baby..” He murmured, peeking his head out of the shower door.

God he’s such a dork, you silently thought to yourself as you walked towards him. You leaned in, tenderly pressing your lips against his. He cupped the sides of your face, holding you there for a second longer just before pulling away. You looked up at him through your lashes, “Hurry up okay babe?”

He licked his lips, his breathing staggering a tad to match yours, “Got it..” He replied, “Go get dressed before you catch a cold princess.”

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