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chanswhxre · 2 years ago

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hiiii🌾🤍🌹

I loved your sugar daddy felix smut...andddd i would like to ask(when you can,and if you want) you to do a sugar daddy felix x fem reader breeding kink,size kink ,praise kink a little bit of daddy pet name and felix calling th reader "sugar"(like a pet name!!🌟♥️) And at the end when reader finds out that shes pregnant and tells felix,he asks her to be his wife and they become husband and wife!!

Thank you!!!love you♥️🌾💋

-mimi

a/n: i've been busy lately so sorry if it took a while, mimi. i tried to put everything in your request, i really enjoyed writing this one. thanks for requesting, i hope you like it! xoxo -jan ♡

Birthday Special

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♡ Pairing : sugar daddy! felix x afab reader

♡ Genre : smut

♡ Word count : 3.1k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f & m receiving) cursing, size kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), creampie, pet names, the use of daddy in sexual act

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Today was a very special day for you. The day you've always looked forward to, your birthday, and Felix, your sugar daddy had something planned for the two of you. Before you met him, you'd just spend your birthday with friends or your family. You visited your family yesterday and promised your friends you'll go out with them on the weekend when they're free from work.

You were excited about the plans today, Felix told you everything is a surprise but as always, you can tell him anything you'd like to do today and your wish will be his command. It's always been like that for the past 5 years. Each year, a different surprise.

You had just arrived in Italy via his private jet and you're currently in a private car that was going to take you to the hotel that he owns there. He owned a chain of luxury 5-star hotels and resorts all over the world and apparently, this one was rated as the most romantic hotel to stay in during vacations or honeymoons in Italy. This was only the second time you'd come to visit it but the first time to actually stay in it. As you entered one of the most luxurious lobbies you have ever set foot in, the manager greets you with a smile and some champagne while a bellboy unloads your luggage.

"Good morning, Miss." the manager greeted. "Shall I lead you to your room?"

"Yes please." You said and took a sip of your champagne. You still couldn't believe your eyes, the lobby was huge with shiny, marble floors and elegant black, white, and gold walls, and the whole place was lit with a large, beautiful crystal chandelier. Everything is beyond expectations when you finally arrived in your room, the top floor suite, their biggest room and surely the most expensive one. You were welcomed by a spacious living area with velvet couches and chairs, elegant paintings on the walls, and a lot more expensive furniture.

"Mr. Lee will be joining you in the afternoon. If there's anything else you need, please do not hesitate to call." The manager said before he left. The bellboy also left your luggage by the door then you closed it. You explored the entire room, it had a small hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom, you entered the bedroom first, greeted by the king-sized bed and a balcony that overlooked Milan. It was already beautiful with sunlight, imagine if it was evening and all the city lights would probably look like stars. The bathroom didn't disappoint as well, it had a large bathtub, a jacuzzi, and a long marble counter with a hugely lit mirror. You couldn't help but be in awe of the place.

Felix texted you shortly saying that you could explore the hotel and use its amenities while waiting for him and so you did. You went to the hotel's spa, got a relaxing massage, ate a lunch at the restaurant, and went to the garden. It was truly a luxurious experience. After dressing up for your date with Felix, you stayed and enjoyed your tea in the garden when someone suddenly covers your eyes.

"Guess who." He says in a low, familiar, voice.

"Felix?" You said and you felt him smile by your ear. He laughs and then takes his hands off and walks in front of you.

"Happy birthday, my sweet sugar!" He greeted you with his sunshine smile. You quickly stood up to wrap him in your arms.

"I missed you, you know." You pout.

"I know, darling. But hey, I got you something." He smiled and gave you a little paper bag with a familiar jewelry brand logo.

"Thank you." You smiled and opened the velvet box containing the most beautiful diamond necklace you have ever seen in your entire life and probably the most expensive one yet. "Wow. This is..wah..I'm speechless!"

"Do you like it?" He bit his lip.

"Of course I do! It's beautiful." You said.

"Let me put it on you." He offered and he walks behind you to put the necklace on. He then kisses your cheek when he hooked it. "Perfect. Now, let's go shopping."

He took you to Via Montenapoleone to shop. The luxury shopping street of Milan where it is home to the biggest designer and luxury brands. One thing you liked about shopping was the unlimited budget you had because it's a special day but mostly, when Felix comes with you, he isn't that bored little puppy just following your tail, he's actually very interested and insightful. He picks out clothes for you, accessories, makeup, and lingerie that he thinks would look great on you. He's very involved that most of the time you forget that he's not your boyfriend but your sugar daddy. He picks mostly pink items because that man is absolutely crazy for pink items on you. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without women ogling at the handsome man.

"I like this one. Try it on for me please?" Felix said as he handed you a pink, silk dress and you obliged. His mouth dropped when you tried it on and immediately bought it for you to change into with a new pair of luxury brand heels. He even surprised you with a bag he bought from another store while you were busy trying on outfits. He literally is the best. After bags and bags of new clothes, shoes, accessories, and more, you both went to a 3 Michelin star restaurant that is owned by his brother, Minho Lee. You had a reservation in a private balcony of the restaurant which had a very romantic mood to it. You didn't expect to meet his brother there but you did. A fine, handsome young man just like Felix but older, you shared a few conversations while he leads you up the stairs and he recommended you their top dishes and personally offered you a bottle of wine before he leaves the two of you.

You and Felix ordered dinner, you took a sip from your glass of wine and took in the beautiful view beside you which is the city, and in front of you, which is Felix.

"Had fun today, darling?" He asked.

"Yes. I did. One of the best days ever." You said and you clinked your glasses. The appetizer was then served and you were already 3 glasses of wine in. A mischievous thought entered your mind while you took a sip. You took your shoe off and then ran your foot along his legs, Felix almost choking on the soup. He looked at you suspiciously but you blinked at him innocently. As he drinks his glass of wine, you couldn't help but stare at his adam's apple bobbing up and down, you just wanted to kiss him and mark his neck right then and there since it's been two weeks since you last saw each other.

The main course was served and you both savored your meals then your birthday cake was served, the staff sang you a happy birthday song and you blew your candles happily as they all clapped. You took the first slice of cake with white frosting. As you both ate, you purposefully ran your foot again on his leg making him look at you who was licking the thick, white frosting on the spoon while staring straight into his eyes. Felix cursed at the sight and stood up from his seat and walked to you, his cock was semi-hard and you could quite see the bulge it was forming in his pants.

"You've got frosting on your mouth, sugar. Let me clean that up for you." He said and his next move surprised you. You thought he was going to wipe it with his thumb and then lick it but he straight up licked it from the side of your mouth. He smirked when he saw your face, frozen in shock.

"So sweet." He said, his voice lower than usual it was sexy but it wasn't like you not to get revenge so without a thought, you pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips into him which caught him off-guard but quickly caught on. You pulled back breathlessly.

"Your lips taste sweet too." You smiled, eyes still closed.

"I wonder what else would taste so sweet." He smirked.

After paying for the meal, you both went back to the hotel. Felix couldn't wait and was already peppering you with kisses and marks while on the elevator. Once you arrived in your room, you found your way to the bedroom. Felix quickly discarded his clothes and you did yours. Once your dress hit the ground, Felix's mouth hung agape seeing you wear a new baby pink lingerie set with ribbons. His knees went instantly weak and his dick hard once you wore the cat ears you placed on the bedside table.

"Like what you see, daddy?" You looked at him seductively as you crawled onto the bed.

"Fuck, sugar. And here I thought I'll be the one giving surprises for today." He growled as he discarded his pants leaving his underwear on. "Can't wait to spoil you some more tonight."

You lay down as he positioned himself between your legs, his hard bulge in contact with your soaking wet heat. He kisses you, his tongue swirling with yours as you tangled your hands in his soft, dark hair. His hands travel to your right breast, index finger circling over the clothed nipple making it hard. You moaned into his mouth when he started grinding on you.

"M-more." You whimpered, the friction not enough to satisfy you.

"You look so cute and sexy in this but you look sexier without it." He says as he unclipped your bra. "Keeping the ears on though."

Soon enough, you were both naked. He trailed kisses on your neck and collarbone and even with gentle bites and sucking, you were sure it was going to leave marks. He caressed your boobs, he loved how his big hands perfectly cover them. He licks your nipples and gave them equal attention and you could feel the tongue flicks on your hard nipples down to your core. He licked his way from your boobs down to your dripping cunt. He glides his tongue upwards to your clit making you shiver, he holds your thighs in place as he laps at your pussy and then circled his tongue around your sensitive bud which made you moan more loudly than usual.

"You taste so sweet like sugar. I'm getting addicted." He moaned. He then sucked your clit which made you see stars and you could already feel the familiar knot building in your stomach.

"Fuck. Just like that. Please, daddy. I want to cum." You whined as you get closer and closer to your climax.

"Such a good little girl for me, saying please and calling me daddy." He said. "Cum for me, sugar."

He hungrily licked and sucked on your sensitive bud as he slowly pushed a finger in. He quickens the pace which pushed you to the edge and it all came crashing down on you. He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers as you rode your orgasm on his tongue.

"Thank you, daddy." You sigh in bliss but still aroused.

"Such a good girl for me." He said and caressed your hair with his clean hand.

You lifted yourself up and pushed Felix to lie down. You gave him a quick kiss before lowering your head to his aching cock. He looked at you with pure lust and anticipation and then you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your hands were cute and tiny around his huge, thick, hard cock that you could barely wrap your fingers around it which turned him on even more, and with the ears, you looked like the perfect little kitten you are. You gave him kitten licks, tasting the salty precum first before taking him inside your mouth. He couldn't fit inside fully that's why you had your hands assist you. As you bob your head up and down, your hands moved in sync making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He tangled his hands in your hair, pushing you to take him deeper into your mouth but a little gently not to destroy your small throat.

"Come sit on my cock now, darling." He said while he sat up to lean on the headboard and you obliged positioning yourself on top of him and slowly sinking on his cock. You screwed your eyes shut while you were shaking with him stretching you out to the fullest. "That's it, sugar. Take daddy's big cock in."

There was a little pain at first due to the stretch but then turned to pleasure once you started moving. His hands found your tiny little waist and started helping you move up and down, moans and profanities spilling out of each other's mouths. His mouth finds your nipples again, circling his tongue and suckling on them while you roll your hips on him, another orgasm approaching. He felt your cunt tighten around his cock and he knew you were close and with your walls fluttering around his cock, he knew he wasn't gonna last long. He flips you over in a second and your back was now flat against the soft mattress before he slams his cock into you at a brutal pace, hitting your g-spot in the process.

"S-so good." You whimpered and clenched his dick. He felt your cunt getting tighter pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, sugar. You want my cum, yeah?" He pants, thrusting deeper and harder.

"Want your cum inside so bad. Claim me, breed me." You moaned and locked your legs around his waist.

"Shit. You really want daddy to fucking breed you, yeah?" He said and that made you clench around his cock, with one last thrust, he comes deep inside you, strings of hot cum filling you up nice and full. He kisses you one last time before pulling out and immediately stuck his two fingers inside you before his cum could leak out of you.

"Fuck daddy, yes I'm cumming!" You screamed as he fingered you, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

"That's it, sugar. My good girl." He praises you while you creamed all over his cum-covered fingers.

You close your eyes in pure bliss as Felix went to get tissues to clean you up before he carries you to the extravagant bathroom, relaxing in the jacuzzi then doing another round and giving you mind-blowing orgasms all night long.

A few weeks later after that amazing night with Felix, you started to feel a little unwell. You stopped your travels for a while to rest but you felt worse than ever even after resting for a few days, you went to the doctor to get yourself checked. You haven't notified Felix yet, seeing that you might just be experiencing over-fatigue from the new workout routine you've been trying out and there's nothing too alarming about it but when you got yourself checked, the doctor told you your symptoms aligned with pregnancy. You even ordered two pregnancy tests in the lab and it was all positive.

You froze in shock not knowing how to react. You went home and thought about how you would tell Felix. There was something stated in the contract about this that in the case you get pregnant and he's the father, he would actually give child support but first he needed to run a paternity test to confirm. You abided by your contract terms of not seeing or sleeping with anyone other than him (for health purposes) so this baby is no doubt his. You couldn't sleep thinking about when and how to tell him about this and how he would react. Your phone buzzed and it showed a message notification from Felix.

My Sugar Lix 💗 Do you have plans tomorrow evening, sugar?

You Just staying at home. Why?

My Sugar Lix 💗 Let's have dinner tomorrow. I'll have my driver pick you up at 6. See you xx

And the opportunity presents itself.

The next day, you had gotten ready with your best outfit and everything. His driver picked you up promptly and you arrived at your favorite restaurant. It was surprisingly empty, Felix must have rented the whole place but what for? The two of you dine here often but he never rented the place out. You gulped, getting more nervous as you approached the lone table that was neatly decorated with petals and candles. Felix stood right there and kissed your hand. He pulled your chair out and you thanked him before you sat down. He jogs to his seat, smiling dearly at you. The two of you enjoyed a nice candlelight dinner. You gathered up your courage before speaking.

"I have something important to say."

The both of you froze as you said the words in unison.

"Go ahead." Felix gestured.

"No, you can go first." You said, trying to delay the inevitable. He shook his head.

"Now, that wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me now, would it? It's always ladies first in my book." He said. Well, he's not wrong. Of all the principles he sticks to, he never forgets this one and when you inhaled deeply, you just let the words flow out of your mouth.

"Felix, I'm pregnant." You said.

The moment of silence was deafening, his mouth hung agape with the shocking words that you just said.

"It's yours. I promise. We can take the paternity test stated on the contract or we can have an abo—" Before you could finish what you were saying, he ran up to you and hugged you before kissing you sweetly on your forehead.

"Sshh...I believe you, darling." He said before getting down on one knee which confused you more.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You asked him.

"I have been meaning to ask you something. I've planned it a few months ago." He said and pulled out a small, velvet box from his pocket.

"I'm totally confused.." you said, looking around all anxious. Is this what you think it is?

"Y/N, my sweet sugar, the light of my life for the past five years. I never knew I could meet such an amazing person after completely giving up thoughts about love and relationships but, I found someone I can see my future with, have kids with, and live a happy life with. Y/N, will you let me spoil you for the rest of your life?" He said and opened the small box, and there it revealed a beautiful, round-brilliant diamond ring that looked like it probably cost more than all his precious cars in total. "Will you marry me?"

Those four words were ringing in your ears. You knew you had fallen for this wonderful man a while back but you didn't know he did as well. So, without second thoughts, your answer is

"Yes!"

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phebess · 1 year ago

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Please tell us you are writing some Carlando fic after today!! It feels like such a long time since your last Carlando story 🥲 I miss your stories.

Ask and ye shall receive!!! xoxo

The Spoils of Victory - (2174, E)

God, it's been ages since they've done this, but he felt it in his bones as soon as they hugged in parc fermé: the inevitability of it. Of following Lando down the hall, fingers itching to reach out and touch. Of pressing up close behind him, inhaling the scent of Lando's cologne as the younger man fiddles with the key to unlock the door. Of pressing Lando against said door as soon as it's closed behind them, claiming his mouth with his own.

or:

Carlando action on track leads to Carlando action off track.

#carlando #carlando fanfiction

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dawnswine · 2 years ago

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(Remember that time you asked me to send you dead Diluc? Ask and ye shall receive. xoxo )

IN ALL THE YEARS SHE’S KNOWN HIM, Jean had always believed Diluc to be indestructible. From their first foray into the trees of Mondstadt through to intrepid trips on a blood stained battlefield, there wasn’t a single part of her that had ever thought he would succumb to his own morality. He was too young for that. Too stubborn and fierce, too quick and clever. Death was something that came to other people. To the old, the sick, the weak. It wasn’t something that came to the enemy, never the hero. Never the brave and valiant pillar of hope and goodness that had single handedly righted the wrongs of the universe with the swing of his sword and the flash of that smile.

It had been naive to think he was untouchable. Foolish and optimistic to imagine that he would outlive everyone, including herself and continue on, like an ageless beacon of something more profound and necessary than anything on Teyvat’s green earth. It’s for that reason, that she scarcely believes it when he’s lying so still and tranquil on blood stained grass. There’s no sign of pain. No sign of agony or anguish…just solemn, immovable peace. The battle is long since over, so this has to be a joke. Any second now he’s going to open his eyes, flash that shit eating grin and laugh for making her worry.

Yet the seconds roll by and still he doesn’t move. There’s no twitch of his fingers of rise of his chest, no flicker of movement, nor chime of a sound. The world mutes to a dull buzz as her hands grasp at his shoulders, shaking, pleading. ❝Wake up Diluc, it’s not funny anymore! ❞ What had started as amusement soon drifts to panic, the aggressive shake of her hands growing stronger as he lay so pale and still. It’s a futile attempt when her lips press to his own, forcing air into ravaged lungs as her hands press down against his sternum, as if that alone will will the life back into his body.

Again and again and again, she repeats the process to no avail. Mouth to mouth she gives him her life’s breath, palm to chest she urges his heart to beat. Yet nothing can resurrect a flame now extinguished; when the embers have long since snuffed themselves out and retreated to a place she can no longer reach him. Without ever realising it, she’s screaming at the top of her lungs, a cry so tortured and heart wrenching it can be heard halfway to Liyue.

She won’t give up on him. She can’t give up on him. With her vision in hand she bids it to heal him. To use whatever ounce of life force she possesses to bring him back. Yet it’s still no use. Still no bargain she can make for his life, and perhaps she knows it then, in the quiet sway of the breeze and the tears that sting her cheeks. It’s written in the way her chest begins to ache, in between half strangled sobs. When the space between her ribs once full of joy and blistering love begins to feel heavy and sharp.

Fingers drift to her own chest as the pain itself worsens; the sensation so akin to tearing as sweat blisters her brow and her skin grows pale. It’s excruciating make no mistake, but it’s nothing compared to the loss that afflicts her. Nothing compared to the outright devastation that follows as she collapses against him, her hand clutching so desperately at his own as her heart slows to a stuttered halt.

Up until today, she hadn’t believed in dying of a broken heart. But dear reader, the day Diluc Ragnvindr died.

So did she.

since the day he had held his father’s decaying conscious , since the blood of his kin had stained his hands diluc had become something that was both deadly & dying. retribution was virulence, turning the marrow of his bones to rot, eroding all that he had & would have been. He had never expected to be understood , never felt it necessary for the footfalls of another to echo alongside his own as the encroaching darkness began to swallow him yet there she was. a solitary light - palliative to his own tenebrosity. It was a cruel fate in which her’s anchored to his own & they sank to the bottom, to the depths of his own abysmal demise. never , had he wanted for her this fate. Jean had always been a gentle breeze in disparity to his own , tumultuous gale. she had deserved more than he could have ever bestowed upon her. his hands were soused in blood, his heart a putrefaction of innocence, soured & blackening - it had never been a place for her’s to prosper. If he were to hate himself for one thing, as his vision darkened , as the agony of the fatui’s blade puncturing his abdomen dispersed to something numb, as if too, were fading. It would be for her , for the anguish that she would feel at his final breath.

he had wanted to reach for her, but his arms are leaden now, the verdant grass of his homeland is a soft deathbed, he feels as if he could sink it into, as if it would welcome him into epilogue of this hunger , that which burnt him to a cinder, cast the once valiant warrior to a darkening pyre of ash. he sighs & his lungs protest, each solitary breath becomes leaden, his eyes are heavy now too.

Jean looks to him, concern the courting of her brows, her lips move but he is unable to hear her. he murmurs something, his mouth is dry & in finality does his world wane to nothingness.

#ic /#character death /#we are crying in chillies tonight phoe <3

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charliespringsleftconverse · 14 days ago

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HO HO HO! It’s almost time!!!

Are you ready? Are you EXCITED?

Has your Santa had too much candy cane coffee today? Yes.

Just wanted to give you a heads-up that gifting starts on Sunday!

Now, I think we’re in different time zones (I’m in the UK!). So, to make sure you receive your gift at a reasonable hour, what’s your time zone (if you don’t mind sharing)?

Also, are you happy for me to gift your fic on AO3 to camihearts, or is there a different account you’d prefer?

Sorry for all the boring admin!

**Here’s another snippet to say Thank You, and can’t wait to share your gift with you this weekend!**

“What shall we toast to?” Gwyn asked, lifting her glass.

Azriel froze. His mind blanked, words dying on his tongue as he tried to find the right thing to say. Us? The thought surfaced first, bold and reckless. But was it too presumptuous? To the new year? That felt too generic, too impersonal. To new beginnings? That felt a bit too poetic.

Her gaze stayed steady on him, her expression patient yet expectant, and he knew he needed to say something. Anything. Soon.

He opened his mouth, finally deciding. Cheers to us—the words were poised on the tip of his tongue.

But before he could speak, a familiar hand clapped down on his shoulder. Azriel stiffened and turned to find Rhys beside him, wearing his usual charming grin.

“Brother,” Rhys said smoothly, his violet eyes sparkling with stars. He inclined his head, the picture of lazy authority. “I need you for a moment.”

Azriel’s gaze bore into his High Lord, then snapped to Gwyn, and back again. “Right now?”

“Yes, now,” Rhys replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. His eyes flicked to Gwyn briefly, the faintest hint of an apology in them. “Promise not to keep him for too long.”

XOXO

Sorry I took so long! Work has been super busy with holidays just around the corner!

Hi hi Santa! 😁 YES I AM EXCITED I CANT CONTAIN IT! I’ve been working on my gift to my person too and holy cow, I need to edit my work this weekend. I found some spelling errors on mine just today 😂

Oooh, candy cane sounds delicious!

I live in CST (Central Time in the US)! And yes, feel free to share it to my AO3 handle! 🩷

OH MY GOD RHYS WHY. THEY WERE JUST ABOUT TO HAVE A CUTESY MOMENT! 😭🩷 This snippet truly was a tease but so perfect because I’m VERY invested in finding out what happens next!!

#acotar gift exchange

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blorger · 22 days ago

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Ok, so I've recently started getting asks (fun and enriching, would recommend) and I got this one ask that I did not know what to do with.

I'm not a shamer so I won't go into detail but it was some elaborate what if scenario for fic purposes and I guess the intent was for me to yes-and and build on the premise; cue me completely out of my depths, looking at it and going what am I supposed to do with this? Like, I'm but a humble nerd who occasionally goes into verbose rants about meta, I am not equipped to handle this for I did not receive the appropriate training; I have not taken any improv courses and I haven't done any creative writing since my high school days, I simply lack the professional know-how.

After staring blank-faced at the ask for a couple of minutes I panic deleted it and tried to go about my day in a normal fashion, except now I'm worried that it was rude of me not to acknowledge said ask ... but then again, what is the generally accepted etiquette for situations such as these?

So, like, this is my blanket apology to all the people whose asks will sadly go unanswered henceforth: I'm sorry friend but your ask shall never see the light of day, for I did not know what to do with it.

xoxo

#dear diary:#look ma i've got an ask tag!#why yes I was diagnosed with generalised anxiety how on earth did you guess that?

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halaxia · 1 year ago

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Yes I really want a story with a happy ending. I need it. **XoXo

ask and you shall receive, be on the lookout hehe

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon

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ichigo-dream · 2 years ago

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are you ever gonna post a pt 2 to that levi fic 👀

Ask and ye shall receive!

Part 2 to Sick at the Heart is now up and on AO3 as well!

Love, Ichigo xoxo

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gingergofastboatsmojito · 8 months ago

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You can read it here

It's finally over.

I always write for myself, first and foremost. I write because it's therapeutic for me. And also as a way to distract myself. Usually, I detach to write, it's easier for me that way, but this time around I did the exact opposite. I wanted to be 200% present and throw up on my keyboard, so I did. Therefore this fic is different, it was harder to write, yes but beautiful as well. I needed to get some things out of my chest. I feel so much lighter now.

Since chapter 1 I started to feel it was like a very angsty continuation of a very fluffy fic I had written a few days ago, so I created this series called Mother, which will also enable me to have Syd and Carmy have the "baby talk" I have been requested by one of my lovely readers.

Ask and you shall receive.

Stay tuned. Or not, whatever...

Thanks for reading!

XOXO

Donna

I'm writing a fic about Donna Berzatto that I have been avoiding like the plague since the very first time I watched Fishes.

The reason being, for me keeping this -her- at arm's length: I find her character so very dark, so very toxic, and yet soooo "redeemable", with so much potential for light when she finally lets that happen to her. As Storer says: it's all in the details and the show is about the found family, so I always wondered: How could I make that fic a solid, happy ending, easy-to-read, Sydcarmy-themed fic, without falling into all the common places I could easily fall into? (Places I have already dived into in some of my other fics BTW, like i.e.: Therapy/rehab). And I could find no crystal clear answer, at least not one I could put the time and the energy into, which is what it takes to write a fic, even a one-shot. So, months went by and I couldn't let myself dive into her mind to figure her out well enough to write a whole fic about her that revolves around SydCarmy too, with equal focus.

All of that changed yesterday. Life imitates art and plot twists are as real IRL as death and taxes.

So here I am, writing my hopefully IC enough Donna into existence. Stay tuned. Or not, because it's not gonna be pretty nor condescending, it is meant to be Storer-friendly though, so... Let's see what I can craft.

Spoiler alert: In my book, this is the real Donna, the one who walks away:

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Mother of Victory...

#sydcarmy #the bear #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #carmy x sydney #the bear hulu #carmy berzatto #donna #donna berzatto #ao3 fanfic #gingersidcarmyff

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dxctxrii · 4 years ago

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NO. IT COULDN’T BE.

AFTER ALL THIS TIME - EONS OF TRAVELLING, AND AN ENTIRE REGENERATION UNDER HIS BELT - THE LAST INDIVIDUAL WHOM HE’D EVER EXPECTED TO BUMP INTO - LITERALLY - WAS HER. Not that she had ever left his thoughts, either; barely a moment passed that he didn’t wonder where in the universe she might��ve been - she always did talk about how much she loved Earth, but even she had a knack for itchy feet - how she was coping on her own, whether or not she was still with that Campbell fellow, living an average, human existence. Every now and again, he regretted leaving her to begin with, before almost always swiftly concluding that he had, all in all, done the right thing.

AFTER ALL, HIS GRANDDAUGHTER DESERVED A CHANCE AT LIVING A FULFILLING LIFE, FAR FROM THE CHAOS AND THE DANGER HER GRANDFATHER SEEMED TO FREQUENT.

AFTER KNOCKING SHOULDERS IN PASSING, HE HAD IMMEDIATELY SPUN ON HIS HEEL TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE UNFORTUNATE SOUL. Initially, he did not recognise her.

“Oh my word, I’m so terribly sorry! I-”

THEN, UPON SETTLING ON HER FEATURES, HE HAD FROZEN MID-SENTENCE, THE ENVIRONMENT SURROUNDING HIM GRINDING TO A HALT. Bewilderment riddled his face like a plague, initial scepticism seeping into his thoughts. This couldn’t be her, surely...could it?

“...Susan?”

@nctamused gers a starter for Susan.

#MAIN // 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴; 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 #nctamused #ask and ye shall receive xoxo

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misspect · 5 years ago

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* 00 STARTER CALL : ❝ @kerflooey ! ❞

“ OH I WISH I COULD TELL JOKES. ” A WIDE SMILE , GENUINE INTEREST BUZZING from her. angular shoulders tilt , leaning her weight against the wall beside her. closer to the other —— already ENTHRALLED by the idea of such a profession. “ quite a wonderful thing to do , i’m sure. unfortunately i’ve always been on the rather more SOLEMN side of performance. oh , you must have such fun with it , surely ? ”

#kerflooey #ok so i jUST started watching mrs maisel so i dont kno a tON but ! hope this works !!!#alSO i shall write u a second starter with someone else as well !! ye ask ye shall receive xoxo .#VIOLET.#* 05 VIOLET ELIOT : ❝ IN CHARACTER ! ❞#* 00 CASE FILE : ❝ LIKED FOR A STARTER ! ❞

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twelfth-harbinger · 3 years ago

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Cohld i ask for a pegging tartaglia fic

A/n: Why… yes you can my dear anon; ask and you shall receive love, apologies for the wait. I tired to make it worth it. Hello everyone! I’m baaack 🥰 how are y’all doin’ my fatui underlings? It’s official, old man bolai is the supplier for all things naughty. He says he doesn’t do sketchy business but…👀 I beg to differ. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This was a lot of fun to write (first pegging fic) and I’d love some feedback ^^ Writing for Childe is hella fun.

Mention(s): Childe being pegged for the first time & it’s a rather intense experience for him… need I say more? Jk, he was on the fence at first but, eventually came around. He also has immense difficulty saying no to you. Plus, it was worth it in the end… ;).

Warnings: NSFW!! 18+ (minors gtfoh) — As mentioned above, this consists of Childe being pegged by his lover. If you are not into that, then I suggest you do not read. If you are… lol please enjoy. Xoxo

A Challenge?

Inhaling sharply with gentle closed eyes, pondering his actions that lead him to this very moment in time was the eleventh harbinger himself; Childe. He was positioned on his hands and knees with a clear view of the waterfall that sat nestled in the heart of Qingce Village, behind that was a natural hot spring you both found upon your journey up the mountain. Childe was completely exposed to you, his lover and the woman he dare called the light of his life. He’d do anything for you; lie, steal, cheat even kill in cold blood. Honestly, he’d do that anyway. There was nothing he wouldn’t do and well… There he was, with you kneeling behind him — your small hands resting on his sides, squeezing here and there as you trailed them lightly over his lower back. Your thumbs caressed over the prominent back dimples that dipped with the slight arch in his lumbar. His skin was warm to the touch, and the plush peach fuzz of his skin only made you want to touch him more. He exhaled lightly, and his deep azure eyes opened from your nimble fingers, his hair slightly obscuring his eyes as he turned to glance back at you. Your full lips curled into a coy smile as you met his gaze. His eyes glinted like jewels in the sunlight as they reflected a vulnerability he’d only show to you and you alone.

“You alright?” You asked, your brow raising lightly as your hands left his sides to adjust the harness that was strapped around your hips. His eyes flickered down to view your movements closely and his ivory cheeks flushed a bit before he turned away, you noticed him nod as you looked back up. Albeit, his head lowered toward the bed as he thought a little harder about when exactly did he agree to this.

‘Oh.’ His eyes rolled lightly and he smirked a bit, he finally remembered. It was a day or so ago, he couldn’t completely focus through the haze of the moment as he glossed over his recent memory of your conversation prior. He wouldn’t admit to the semi anxious chills that constantly ran down his spine with your sweet tender touch. In any case, Tartagila joined you on your venture to visit your grandmother in Qingce village. However, she wasn’t there upon your arrival and left a note for you to look after her abode until her return; something urgent came up with a friend of hers and it warranted her presence. Whatever the incident was, it left you to talk…combat with your favorite harbinger. You sat beside him on the sofa, he had a fresh bruise on his left cheek. Idly you reached up to brush your fingers against it and he tilted his head away with a faint smile.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” He assured you as he reached up to take hold of your hand, he lowered it to his lips and kissed your warm palm. With a snake like smile crossing his handsome features he kissed each of your fingers individually before licking over your index and ring finger slowly. Sexy as ever, he chuckled as he gauged your flustered reaction. “You’re so cute, what was it you wanted to ask me? You had me wait until we were alone and not on the road, what’s goin on?” He kissed the back of your hand as he questioned you and you smiled up at him. You didn’t think he’d remember your rather passive comment upon walking up the mountain with him.

“Well…” You began, slipping your hand away and resting both of them in your lap. Childe watched your face, the smile he wore never left his lips. Why was it so charming? You had fallen under his spell the moment you both met. He knew it and would often remind you whenever you both endured mild conflict, alas that story is for a different time. He was more interested in what you had to say now. “I was wondering if you’d be open to doing…” your cheeks warmed at the thought, Childe’s eyes flickered with a deep curiosity. He adored how bashful you got whenever you asked him for anything. It was always something minor and even if it wasn’t, he’d indulge you nonetheless; if spoiled rotten was a person it would be you. He bit down on his lower lip in anticipation, eyes narrowing slightly. Were you finally going to let him live out one of his harbinger underlining power play fantasy scenarios with him? It may or may not involve extreme exhibition — he had an active imagination. “Anal, but-” His eyes widened and his smile grew, albeit it wasn’t his first thought he surly wouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. He was so overjoyed he cut you off before you could finish.

“Huh? Yeah! Of course, we can take all the prep time you need I’ll be—“

“On you.” You quickly finished cutting him off in turn with a creased brow, his blue eyes refocused on you since excitement detoured his mind and his smile began to fade. Genuine confusion crossed his features and he stared down at you to see if you were going to keep going, when you didn’t he spoke up.

“W-What?” His brows furrowed, not out of disdain but, due to him not fully processing what you had just suggested. Your smile found its way back on your face and you moved onto your hands knees over the sofa, like an excited child waiting for permission to play a game. His sapphire eyes searched your face for an answer to his question since it was still taking a moment for it to register.

“Mhm! I wanna try this thing I heard about during my time in Monstadt, it’s called pegging.” Childe stared down at you in silence and his lips pursed together. He knew what it was, he had heard a few stories from some of the raunchy talk of his fatui agents here and there. He thought it was a bit emasculating with some of the stories he’s heard but, who was he to judge his agents right? The 11th harbinger that’s who. His hand reached up to cover his mouth and chin in a bit of deep thought. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, he wasn’t against it but, he definitely wasn’t for it. Or so he thought…

“Why?” He asked creasing a brow, wondering what your fixation was all about. You yourself paused and you placed a hand under your own chin to think too.

“Hmm…” You had to ponder about it briefly before answering him. “Well, you and I are both deeply hedonistic individuals. I think you’d enjoy it and, I also believe it’d be a lot of fun. For the both of us.” You’d tell him how much you wanted to witness the expressions he’d make later.

“But you won’t feel anything.” He hastily replied, as his confusion began to die down and the burning curiosity of what it would be like to experience such pleasure with you would feel like. Your lips curled into a slick smile and your eyes narrowed slightly. He caught your expression and it only made him even more inquisitive to the proposal at hand. God were you persuasive when you wanted to be, it was one of the many wicked things he loved about you.

“No, but you will and that’ll be enjoyable for me in its own right, comrade.”

He was a bit taken aback by your words as blush stained his pale cheeks. Whenever you spoke like him he always held a sense of pride. Knowing he had that effect on you turned him on to no end. You were also weirdly accurate with your predictions. Childe was nervous, for the first time in what seemed like forever the man with the tenacity of a super villain and a rather deep blood lust for battle sat before you with rosy cheeks, he was having a hard time admitting that his curiosity had won him over. If anyone was open to experiencing the world of pleasure it was him. You crawled over to him on the sofa and reached up to cup his cheek with your hand, his attention resettled on you and when he looked into your deep eyes he instantly caved. You were the embodiment of perfection in his eyes and again, there wasn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for you. He wasn’t worried about his masculinity being in question when around you. The fact that you needed him to reach the shit he put on the top shelf on purpose when you didn’t feel like climbing up to get it was enough for him. Even so, you were so fierce yet so sugar sweet at the same time. Such a small little thing that could yes, put him on his ass in a sparring match but, also cuddle him and whine like no other. You were so cute too, he would’ve never imagined you were a switch — wait yes… now that he had a bit of time to ponder it. He thought a little deeper and eventually understood. The way you ordered his agents around when necessary made his dick so hard it hurt. He liked it though, and when he met your eyes he smiled again.

“Alright,” He nestled his right cheek into your warm hand, when your eyes lit up he laughed lightly and pulled you into his lap. He kissed your cheek and then trailed butterfly kisses down your neck as he slipped his arms around your waist. When you sat to straddle him you could already feel his growing erection, the talk had turned him on like you knew it would and he gave you a sly grin. “I have to prepare myself a bit — mentally mostly but…” he trailed off and took hold of your hand, kissing your fingers again. He adored your hands and he smiled up at you as he spoke. “For now, how about we play my way for a bit hm?” He teased you, and flipped you over onto your back on the sofa.

As he reminisced about fucking you on the sofa the other day he could feel your warm hand slip around to his front, his eyes drifted down as your hand gripped his the base of his hardening member. He bit down on his bottom lip and let out a mildly frustrated exhale, he didn’t believe he had the same patience he instilled in you when it came to being teased and touched so gingerly. He was so used to being in control of his situations that he forgot he was at your mercy this day.

“Already pretty hard Childe?” Your quipped with a light giggle, he turned his head slightly to glance back at you; his face showing no signs of uncertainty more so that of a challenge he so desperately wanted to win.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He admitted and the smile he gave you made you all the more excited and your heart swoon. You wanted to see it vanish in the long mirror off to the side of the bed where it caught his sexy side profile. “Come on don’t keep me waiting, else I’ll change my mind.” He teased wiggling his bum in a playful jest. You laughed out and nodded taking a firm hold on his hip with your right hand. You coated the strap on with lube you had gotten in Liyue Harbor from old man Bolai — haggling was definitely your strong suit because everything you needed you got from him and it was more than half off with the mention of the eleventh harbinger at your side.

The cold, tip of the blue flesh like strap on prodded the entrance to his ass, it was a lot thicker than he remembered. The feeling alone made him turn back to look at you but you reached over to make him face forward. You needed him to relax or it wouldn’t go in with the ease you intended. With a cheeky smirk you lightly clicked your tongue.

“Don’t make me blindfold you Childe, relax,” Your tone made him blush slightly and he growled a bit to himself having found your threat appealing. Even so, he wanted to have his sight taking it up the ass for the first time. To ready him even more, you stroked him with your free hand, his thick member throbbed in your palm and he let out a slow breathy exhale. Warm pre coated your fingers and palm as you pumped his shaft. The exhale he let loose.. it wasn’t a moan yet, no you’d have to earn that; truth be told he was close to giving in the moment you touched him. Whatever you were doing it was making his body burn. May it be the pyro archon that has blessed you long ago or your skillful touch he didn’t care. He just knew the pleasure he was receiving from you was dangerously addicting. He wasn’t going to moan for you that easily though, your witchy powers didn’t work on him — again with the active imagination. You pulled him from his thoughts with a light question.

“Are you ready? I-I don’t want to just shove it in ya know?” You were enjoying this thoroughly but, of course wanted to make sure he had the opportunity to brace himself at the very least. Given, this would be his first time and you yourself hadn’t gotten around to exploring anal on your own body, you were more than elated that he’d indulge you. You didn’t think he’d be wrapped around your finger though you were usually the one begging for—

“Yes love, go on.” He smiled at you to reassure you, without hesitation with the clear green light you slowly began to prod through the entrance to his tight hole. Meeting some resistance as Childe tensed beneath you. In order to ameliorate that, with your other hand you idly reached over to slightly squeeze and stroke his aching center to ease the pain into pleasure as you steadily pushed onward. You caught wind of his body and expression in the mirror off to the side. The sight made a tingly warmth flood to your cheeks, Childe sunk his head down into the mattress below, trying his best not to fold under you. His body was so strong and yet he felt so weak from your touch, the things you were doing to him were not helping. Albeit, he didn’t seem to want you to stop, a challenge was a challenge and he was not going to back down. He was no stranger to pain so it didn’t bother him too much; the strange feeling of being stretched out was foreign to him but, the deeper you went the more pleasure began to set in and the pain began to subside. “F-Fu-haa-uck..” He shuddered and his eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on the bed sheets, blush staining his pale skin from head to toe in a twisted sense of pleasure.

Was this really how it felt for you the first time he laid with you, I mean he knew you were no stranger to being stretched out given the girth of his own cock but this was absurdly overwhelming. You pressed your hips forward and tilted your head idly as you observed his heated expressions in the mirrors reflection. His jaw clenched and his hands formed fists over the spread on the bed, his breathing had gone a bit ragged and the realization that it had only just begun hit him. Ever so slowly did his head turn to meet your gaze in the mirror. Dark azure eyes half lidded, pupils dilated and pale cheeks stained heavy with a deep rose blush. Your brows knitted together in an abundant need upon feeling a mild pulse between your legs. The look in his eye was dangerous though, it was sharp as he stared up at you from such a vulnerable place. He wasn’t angry not even the least bit upset but; something in you knew he was going to have his way with you later and you’d be in for it. When he realized you caught on with the slight enlargement of your eyes, he smirked at you, satisfied. You thrusted your hips forward with a newfound vigor, completely filling him from the base to the tip. You angled your hips up to add a bit of pressure against his prostate. As you did this, all of it sank into his tight ass disappearing completely, the sight alone made you bite down on your bottom lip. He took it so well, so good, so easily…but the noise that erupted from his chest and muffled out into the mattress pleased you more than it probably should’ve. Having such a strong man on his knees for you turned you on…as did the thought of what would come later. Childe on the other hand was powering through it. It hurt, but the moment you bottomed out a deep chill wracked through his entire body, his spine and centered at his lower back, he tensed and tightened around the strap; making it slightly more difficult to pull out. You hands moved from his hips to his lower back again, rubbing small circles with the soft pads of your thumbs as he tired to regain his composure or what was left of it.

“You took that like a champ comrade.” You teased with a light chuckle, Childe breathed out heavily and closed his eyes only to open them and catch your gaze in the mirror. The sight of both your bodies in the current position made him twitch, he half smiled at you with narrowed eyes.

“Did you expect anything less?” He quipped, you chuckled and leaned forward. Hands slid up his back as you tangled slim fingers in his warm ginger brown locks. Thick strands circled around your fingers as you pulled. Childe clenched his jaw again, an action you found alluring, your fingers grazing his scalp sent involuntary chills down his spine once again. What were you doing to him? Whatever it was he didn’t want you to stop.

“Of course not…” As you leaned forward, your soft chest pressed against his back. Bare breasts warm on his exposed back made Childe writhe under you, in doing that he stimulated himself by mistake which, earned you the moan you so desperately wanted to hear from him. He covered his mouth a bit in shock and slowly drifted his eyes to the mirror to see your staring at him in awe. That was new… it even surprised him. Your hands were still tangled in his hair and your body pressed against his with the strap buried deep in his inviting hole, you hummed in coy delight. “Fuck… Ajax..” your licked the side of his face and his eye closed a slightly, the sound of his name on your tongue did things to him that he dared not speak of. “How can you be this beautiful, moan for me again will you?” His brow twitched, in annoyance possibly or by the words you spoke that were unbelievably sweet and much like the words he’d say to you. As a pair you two were more alike than you both cared to admit, Childe loved it either way. He grinned lightly at you, finally fully adjusted.

“Make me.” Your eyes widened, you paused and looked down at him, this time not through the mirror. You met his brightened eyes adorned with a deadly challenge, one you were going tackle without any hesitation. You tilted your head once more, slowly did a grin creep it’s way across your full lips and face. As sweet as honey yet eerily dark and sadistic, Childe knew you’ve seen the same grin on his face when the tables were turned. Witnessing it on yours actually frightened him but nothing alarming; it was enticingly thrilling more than anything. He also knew that you’ve wanted to put him in his place for a long time, he was just good at avoiding being reprimanded or scolded.

“Mmm.” Your vocal acknowledgment of his words ended in a light closed mouth laugh as you sat up a bit. With your hands still in his hair your pulled at the roots to get a better grip, then pressed his face into the mattress with a gentle force meeting no resistance. Your other hand rested on his upper back, your legs straddled his backside in a pin that you’ve only ever gotten him in, in a sparring match when you wanted to kick him off his high horse.

“Fuck.” Childe mumbled eyes fluttering a bit, you pulled out slowly. It was specifically meant to be a tease because the empty feeling left behind made his hips buck forward and his cock drag across the top of the bed spread. There was a friction he’s been craving from very the start that he knew he’d be denied completely if he asked for it. He rutted his hips forward once again when you left only the tip in. His cock pressed hard against where his pre pooled lightly beneath him, he had made such a mess already? You’d soon be greatly surprised when he finally did cum. “___,” he breathed out, finally saying your name which was utter bliss to the ear. You didn’t answer him you only pulled out completely still grinning, this time mischievously. “W-what are you doing?” He questioned, you could hear it, he was nervous. Rightfully so, his palms were sweaty as he gripped at the duvet you kept him pinned to as you positioned yourself back in front of his loosened entrance, still tight but met with little resistance.

“You told me to make you, didn’t you?” You teased lightly, slowly pushing back in by the mere centimeter. Childe’s lips parted in a silent moan, he wasn’t going to cave that easily, he hissed and closed his mouth and gritted his teeth. This pleasure was knew yes but, he didn’t want to make it easy for you, no… he was going to be as difficult as he could be. Make you work to get him to moan your name, get him to cum and make a mess all over himself, he was going to — it took all of but three seconds to eat and swallow all of his domineering and bratty thoughts. He cried out, mostly in shock as his back arched, and his dick throbbed visibly twitching hard against the duvet as you slammed your hips against his ass. His entire body went weak, it was like all the strength he had to keep himself composed was sucked out of him and clustered into his lower body for the sake of experiencing this newfound pleasure alone. The pressure against his prostate overwhelmed him completely. He couldn’t see clearly for a split second; he could hear how heavy his breathing was. His eyes were wide as he stared down under him, he came… everywhere. He blushed in embarrassment as you sat there looking at him the whole time in the mirror. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. Everything about him was damn near perfect. Childe looked up at you in the mirror and then over his shoulder in silence. When your eyes met, you noticed the vulnerability in them, but you certainly could see the rising anger which only amused you. “What?” You spoke, like you didn’t just make him burst. He blushed out of frustration because he couldn’t stay mad at you plus, hedonistic as he was — he wanted to feel it again, it was almost akin to the same feeling he got when he was in the heat of battle.

“Keep going.” Cumming once was never enough for him, he needed to go until he wasn’t able to anymore it was the only way to satiate his libido. It was how he went about battle too, of course sex was no different even when experiencing something new such as this. It was dangerously addicting and he’d have his fill no matter what. Much to his surprise you slowly began to pick up a steady rhythm, moving your hips in a mild circle either counter clockwise or clockwise as your rolled them forward with a sweet arch to graze against his g-spot in a deep grind. He didn’t care about not moaning anymore, not that he could help himself anyway. With a flushed face he pressed his cheek into the mattress with one eye closed as he relished in the pleasure you were giving him. Thinking back, he always made you feel pleasure and happiness beyond your understanding, you simply wanted to return the favor in a way that made him feel like he could be vulnerable and let go of any worry. You leaned down and over to place a kiss on his cheek as best you could, you weren’t that tall.

“I love you Ajax.” You whispered, he didn’t know why but your words almost made him cry, maybe the emotions bubbling up from being overwhelmed was getting to him. In any case, he smiled at you. A sheen of sweat on his forehead and brow rolled down and soaked the duvet lightly.

“I love you more.” He said, always trying to one up you. A grin surfaced on both of your faces, with another kiss to the shell of his ear you moved back and began to pick up the pace. In all honesty, your back was starting to ache a bit, it made you wonder how Childe could fuck into you like that for hours at a time. You’d ask later for better tips but for now, you were focused on him. With your hips moving forward in a tantalizing grinding motion; all you could hear were the drowned out moans of your name on Tartaglia’s lips, obscured by the duvet his face was buried in. His free hand was wrapped snug around the base of his thick cock. He pumped his shaft, the prominent vein that knotted from his hold only made him groan deeply as he stroked himself through you fucking him from behind. He whimpered, the cum from earlier coating his hands also covered his lower naval and balls as well and aided in milking him free of anything left in his balls, or at least that’s what he had hoped. They were heavier than normal and may have been the result of the simulation of his prostate. With your own powerful thrusts he jerked forward a bit from the force, the entire action was making him dizzy as the blood began to flow downhill.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum.” He stated plainly through the end of a deep breath; almost as if he was focusing solely on that — he was. Noticing this, your grip on his hair and left hip tightened you pulled him back completely and pushed forward to press hard against him in the depths of his core, making sure to stimulate his prostate. As you did this Childe was looking forward, blankly into the mirror not focusing on anything in particular. Tears began to flood his vision from overheating, his body was on fire — unbeknownst to him you were using pyro to warm his center mostly but his entire body as well. This was the most intense thing he had ever felt, his left eye twitched as his lower abdomen and ass contracted all at once. “F..f u..” he couldn’t finish, his eyes rolled back and his lips parted as he let out a deep exhale that ended in a breathless moan. With his hand wrapped around his shaft, he let it fall and his dick freely throb for a few long seconds as you pounded into his ass. Warm pearly white pre spilled over the tip until finally, his dick twitched hard enough against the duvet in an intense release. Copious amounts of semen flooded from the tip in long thick ropes. He whimpered and a slight whine left his lips, you leaned over which caused more pressure to build up and even more of his cum to flood out from the tip of his cock in obscene amounts of warm gooey spurts. Upon you leaning over you placed sweet kisses on his neck, shoulders and upper back as you rubbed his sides. Childe wasn’t loud, but you could tell the strain that was being put on him from such an intense orgasm was getting to him and, you wanted nothing more than to soothe him the best you could in the midst of his blissful high. It was working, Childe seemed to relax through the the height of his release which made it all the more enjoyable for him. With one last roll of his hips on the mess beneath him, Childe let out a groan that stemmed from his chest. His grip on the spread beneath you loosened as he relaxed and you pulled out of him. You reached down and behind you to undo the harness around your hips and waist; watching as Childe remained strong on his hands and knees, shaking slightly. After a moment of silence, deep eyes the color of the dark sky locked onto your own. His gaze made you blush, he was also too quick for you to react. He had you by the neck pinned to the bed beneath him, with a slick slight grin on his lips as he leaned in. Nose brushing idly against your cheek bone and over your own nose and lips. Almost as if he was he was deciding on what he wanted to do to you. All the while his eyes were half lidded as he looked over your body and face.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” He said, in regards to the large amount of cum that soaked the bed as well covered parts of his thighs and crotch. Your eyes drifted a bit down to see and you sort of half smiled as you returned his gaze, a challenge in your eye akin to his, it only made him excited.

“I think that was all you, Ajax.” You jested with a slight roll of your eyes, the grip he had around your neck tightened but nothing harmful, he just wanted you to writhe like he did. He scoffed lightly and his smirk widened as he leaned in impossibly close.

“Maybe, but you did ‘make me’, didn’t you?” He questioned, using your earlier words against you. With a smirk he moved up to twirl a strand of your curly dark hair between his fingers. Your face flushed, who knew that was going to bite you back in the ass later. He did. He might’ve done it on purpose too. Whatever the case may be, Childe just smiled as he took hold of your hand, letting loose of the strands between his fingers. The expression on your face was quite the sight to behold as he guided your hand idly down to his balls. Your eyes grew wider and your face burned hot, they were still so full and heavy; he had every intention of dumping all of his cum into your constricting cunt.

“How are you not tired?” You snickered, moving your hand up to lick your palm clean of the slick cum that coated your hand. Childe only chuckled and took you hand away from your mouth, kissing the back of it before he pinned it above your head.

“Who knows, maybe I love sex just as much as battle,” he stated, leaning down to bury is face in your neck to leave sweet kisses and love bites in the wake of his lips. He moaned in your ear, quite low and it formed into a slight growl. “Think of it as a challenge I’ll win.” He finished, moving back to meet your gaze, his refractory period was over, he could feel himself growing hard again and with that he sat back with a firm grip on your hips. With your legs newly spread and your sweet glacé coating his fingers as soon as he slipped two of them inside was enough to turn him on again. The noises you made were an ample plus. He might’ve enjoyed being pegged but, seeing you in heat underneath him fed into that dangerous power play kink of his and he fucking adored it, and you! Which is why, for rest of the day and most of the night you two remained tangled together as one.

Bonus

Qingce village, that’s where you two were for the time being, in fact you both were sitting in the hot spring that sat nestled behind the waterfall within the heart of the village itself. Both of you nude and soaking in the heated mineral waters. You were also quite sore in your own right, your skin decorated with hickeys and slight bruising around your hips. Childe wasn’t unscathed either, you were prone to leaving a plethora of mild bite marks and scratches down his back and arms. It was safe to say the sex you two routinely had was more than adventurous, spontaneous, sometimes rough but always wild and fun. Albeit, there are times where your fun was slow and sensual for the love you two shared was true and; would make anyone who witnessed it boil with envy. Sometimes, Childe liked making people jealous on purpose just to get a rise out of them. In any case, you two sat together with his arm over your shoulder. He toyed with your bare breast with his free hand as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Where did you get the strap on?” Childe asked, randomly glancing down at you. You peeked up at him only to close your eyes and put your head back onto his shoulder.

“Bolai.” You said, eyes closed as the serene air of the natural spring soothed your aching body. It made you wonder if Childe was sore too, probably masking it. He laughed and shook his head.

“I’m not surprised, Zhongli told me he placed an order for red silk rope. I suppose old man Bolai would have other things of that nature. It’s funny really.” He chuckled as he pulled you closer placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. In the distance given you weren’t too far away from the backyard of your grandmothers house you heard her voice.

“My dear! Are you here? I’m back from an old friends— Oh! Why is the duvet sheet set hanging out on the clothes line outside? I was sure I washed it before I left here.” You blushed upon hearing that, hoping it would be dry by the time she arrived back home. Childe grinned a bit not saying a word as he leaned over the edge of the spring. Watching you hop out and stumble frenetically to pick up your clothes as well as wrap your body in a towel in attempts to cover yourself. You were so passionate about even the little things, it was no wonder he fell in love with you. Now you had to think of an excuse as to why the blankets and sheets were out to dry in the middle of the day!

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years ago

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I just need Drew fluff please

Author's Notes: This story ended completely differently originally - also combined two different stories I had, but ask and you shall (eventually) receive! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo Warnings: None! Fluff. I apologize for the length, though. Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN! *My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Drew lounged in bed, content with not going anywhere that day. His coffee was hot on the bedside table, and his love was just as warm. She had just gotten out of bed to run to the bathroom, but promised him she would be right back.

"Sweetie, come back." Drew called as he reached for his coffee mug, feeling the time lapse between kisses, words of love and praise.

"I'm right here, Starkey. Give a girl a minute." She laughed softly as she walked out of the bathroom and back towards the bed, crawling back onto the mattress with him.

Drew smiled as he placed his coffee cup back on the bedside table and reached for her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into his lap. He flexed his biceps around her while he nuzzled his face into the crease of her neck, releasing a content sigh as she toyed with the ends of his hair.

"Do you have anything to do today?" Drew muttered as he kissed along her shoulder.

"Nope." She replied softly as the pads of her fingers massaged his scalp, down to the nape of his neck.

"Do you think you might want to stay here all day? Cuddle and read some of those poems to me again?" Drew questioned as he kissed his way from her shoulder, to her neck then to the side of her face.

"Okay, but only if you read some to me." Her response was soft, quiet, as he kissed along her jawline.

"Deal."

Drew grabbed her hips and easily flipped her onto her back, a smile on his face as she squealed. He laid her on the pillows then positioned himself between her legs, head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat. His large hands grasped at her sides to keep her in place, breathing in the scent of his love as she reached to her own bedside table to grab the book of poems they had been making their way through in their rare time off together.

Drew closed his eyes, head nestled between her breasts as he listened to her read from the book. His thumbs gently caressed her sides and he breathed in deeply, relaxing for the first time in months. A genuine relaxation that made his body feel as though it was sinking deeper into the mattress.

"I liked that one." Drew muttered as her voice tapered off at the end of the poem, his eyes still closed.

"I do, too." She whispered as she placed the book face down then wrapped her arms around his broad back, kissing the top of his head.

"It's raining." Drew whispered, eyelashes tickling her skin as his eyes fluttered open. The sound of the rain against their bedroom window forcing them open.

"I think it's supposed to be on and off all day today." She nodded as she reached for the back of his neck and adjusted his chain for him.

"Good. Then we don't have to go anywhere." Drew smiled with a kiss to her collarbone as he lifted his head up just a little bit, his body still so tired from the back and forth from the last few months.

"Exactly. Your turn, Starkey. Read to me." She whispered as she picked the book up again and nudged his palm with it.

"Alright, sweetie." Drew nodded, smile widening as he turned his body to rest on a strong forearm before he took the book from her then opened to their page. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before he gave a small clear of his throat and began to read, the rain on their window soft ambient noise as she curled herself into his chest and ran her fingertips through his chain.

A simple quiet day in bed, reading with his love was all he needed to recharge. These were the days he craved the most while he was away. The rain on the windows, his love warm in his arms while she looked up at him while he read to her - fingertips on his collarbone.

Soft and sweet, just like her.

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.05

10/28/2020

Preparations

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 6,652

Warnings: angst, slight smut?, language, fluff

A/N: Thank you everyone, for putting up with my emotional ass. After some thought, and when I was feeling better and not so sad (?), I really didn’t wanna make those of you keeping up with the story wait for the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy this one and if you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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The city is lively with beautiful Asgardians rushing about their daily lives. In the time since it’s completion, New Asgard and its inhabitants have settled into a routine. New lives on a planet now once again full of growth, community interaction, and celebration when the time is right.

“We’ll give you a proper tour tomorrow.” Brunnhilde says, reaching forward to tap the shoulder of the man driving you both. “Stop here.”

“Wait, aren’t you coming with me?” You ask, startled as she throws open the back door of the sleek black sedan.

“No. I have other things to prepare for the wedding and then I have to check in on my Valkyrie. Your escorts will meet you at the shop.” Brunnhilde assures you.

“But-”

“Bye!” She smiles at you and slams the door in your face.

You sit there, confused and at a loss. Your anxiety begins to mount when the driver, a handsome young Asgardian man with long braided black hair, clears his throat and draws your attention to the front.

“Shall I drive on Your Highness?” He asks, glancing in his rearview mirror at you.

“Um…” You’ll never get used to that stupid your highness stuff. “Yes.”

“Very good, Your Highness.”

“Can’t you just call me, Y/N?” You ask, feeling awkward.

“No.” He says, a smile on his face. “I cannot. I can see why his Majesty has chosen you.”

You’re surprised by this statement, and you’re pretty sure it’s insolent maybe? You don’t know because this is all new to you, but you don’t really care either way.

“Why?”

“You don’t remember me?” He asks, as he drives down the street.

As they pass, the Asgardians stop in their walking or talking or errand running to watch you drive by. Some of them smile with excitement, even moving with the car a few steps before stopping.

They’re all dressed normal. Asgardian garb abandoned to fit in on Earth. Not all of them. Some still wear their own clothes. Some of them wear a mixture of both. It’s a mish-mash of two cultures and you understand the need for a human Queen a little more.

“No.” You shake your head, giving the driver your full attention.

“I didn’t think you would.” He admits, smiling still. “You were very nervous when I first drove you up to the palace. Quite literally shaking in your pretty shoes.”

Was he your driver then too?!

“Alas, I understand his Majesty’s choice because you were the only woman that sat in my car and spoke to me. You may not have been aware enough to remember me, but you were very kind. Very concerned about me despite the stress you were in.” He looks in his rearview mirror again, meeting your eyes. “My wife gave birth, by the way.”

“Oh!” Your mind is struck with an unfocused conversation, hazy but you remember the pregnant wife. “I remember!”

You’re way too excited about remembering and the driver chuckles.

“Was it a boy or a girl?” You ask eagerly.

“A girl.” He smiles. “We’ve named her Luta.”

“Congratulations!” You exclaim gently, so happy for him.

“Thank you, Your Highness. I’ll tell my wife you said so.” He promises.

“I’d love to meet her.” You hope, leaning forward to get a better look at the side of his face.

“I’m not sure that will be possible. You’ll be terribly busy, and my wife is also with our little girl.”

“What if I came to pay her a special visit?” You really want to meet her.

“If you could find the time, Your Highness, my wife and I would be happy to receive you.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry if you told me last time we met, but what is your name?”

“Armod, Your Highness.” He tells you, turning down a second and smaller street.

The people are still dense, gathered around stalls and smaller shops as Armod drives a little slower to keep a careful eye on the families attending what must be an early morning market.

You take it in as quickly as you can, devouring the sight of these beautiful people and in return they turn to watch you go by.

They turn to each other, have quick and silent—to you—exchanges before a few of them begin to turn and wave.

Nervous, you wave timidly, smiling because you can’t help it. It isn’t a conscious decision.

The side street is so packed with stalls that it makes it impossible for people to follow the car at the speed it’s going, even reduced.

You’re a little grateful. You don’t want to get mobbed without someone else here to dilute the excitement.

“The people are very excited to see their future Queen.” Armod explains, “Forgive them their exuberance.”

“I hope I don’t disappoint them.”

As the crowd thins out, and Armod pulls the car into a gentle stop, he shakes his head, “Trust me, Your Highness, you won’t.”

Your car door opens. Into your view slides a pale white hand, luxurious suit jacket sleeve barely hiding the equally expensive white button-up underneath.

“Your Highness,” greets a familiar voice.

Taking his hand, Loki pulls you from the car, helping you stand and even reaching down to adjust the long train of your right sleeve.

The dress is sparkling blue, a body-hugging gold silk dress underneath the top sheer voile blue layer on top. The right sleeve is long, ends at your wrist, with a train that flows down at an equal length to that of your skirt. The left side is sleeveless.

You’re nervous about the deep V of your bodice, the scrunched-up shoulders of your dress carefully balanced there but too precarious for your liking.

With he sun out, the chill in the air isn’t so bad, but here in the shade of what must be the bridal shop, you shiver.

“You look lovely.” Loki smiles.

“I look stupid.” You counter, feeling very exposed and not at all pretty with how tight the dress feels.

“Allow me to politely disagree.” Loki takes your hand and leads it around his elbow as become aware of the people gathering around to catch a look at you. “I think the crowd would agree with me.”

“Can we go inside, please?” You beg, waving at the small group as other begin to flock from their spots at distant stalls to join the crowd.

“Of course.” Loki taps your hand then escorts you into the shop.

You relax a little once you’re inside and warm.

A middle-aged looking woman moves towards the two of you, her hand subtly stroking a large fold of crimson fabric on the low center shelf before she reaches you and then dips into a low curtsy before rising and grabbing her hands to hold at chest level.

“Good morning, your Highnesses!” She exclaims, gushing to an embarrassing degree.

“Good morning, Gorm. How are you?” Loki asks politely.

He doesn’t seem truly interested in her answer, but he waits kindly while she flusters with the honor of his polite concern.

“I am much better now that you and our King Thor’s lovely intended have arrived. Such an honor to meet you, Your Highness.” She says, addressing you directly.

“Thank you.” You reply, startled by her a bit. “It’s so great to meet you.”

“Tell me, Gorm, have you received His Majesty’s instructions on the dress we’d like?” Loki checks.

“Oh, yes, Your Highness! I’ve been working non-stop on several options since I received them.” She assures him, gesturing back towards a doorway past a long wooden counter with a modern cash register and signature pad for credit cards.

“Excellent.” Loki smiles. “Now, while I hate to do this to you, love—do you think you can handle a few hours alone with Gorm to do your fitting?”

“You’re leaving?” You ask, once again shocked, just like with Brunnhilde.

“I’m afraid I have several other things to do for the wedding and with the Earth and Asgardian ambassadors eager to have the wedding as soon as possible, I have to take every chance I can get to run these errands. Not like I have anything better to do…” Loki’s voice is slightly bitter, but only for a moment before he taps your hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back long before you’re finished. Gorm doesn’t leave anything to chance with her gowns and this one is the most important one you will wear in your life. We have to get it right, don’t we Gorm?”

Gorm is already nodding, her blonde graying hair flowing like waves across her shoulders as she does. “Oh, yes, Your Highness. I will make sure that not only will the dress fit His Majesty’s expectations, but you too shall feel beautiful and like the dress was made just for you, Your Highness.”

“There you are.” Loki smiles. “I’ll be back.”

He pulls your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles before letting it go and moving towards the door, leaving you and Gorm to stand awkwardly for a few moments after the door shuts behind him.

“Shall we?” She gestures back towards the doorway and since there’s no way to get out of this, you fix her with a nervous smile and nod.

“Yes.” You sigh, and follow her, making sure to hold onto the counter as your round it so that you don’t trip on your train.

~~~~~~~~~~

Stomach absolutely growling, you slip your arms through the sleeves of the dress you’ve pretty much settled on.

The past five hours have had you step in and out of two other dresses three times, and this one a total of eight times. Each time so that Gorm can make alterations to length and cut and detail.

It’s surprising to you that this particular dress should need so much maintenance when it’s the simplest of the bunch.

You’d fallen for it almost at first sight but had tried the other two more frilly dresses to appease Gorm since Thor had requested something feminine to counteract the armor you’d be wearing on the day.

Armor you had no idea would be required in your wedding until Gorm explained the necessity for bodices without much flair.

“Alright, Your Highness,” Gorm smiles at you, holding the dress low and open for you to step through. “Once more, and then I think we are done.”

You let her slip the dress over you, layer after layer of smooth satin with one final crepe layer on top. The dress is eggshell white, soft, and easy on the eye.

Some white fabrics nearly burn your retinas, but this one is pleasant to look at.

It stops just around your shoulders, leaving them exposed. The neckline curves down with your bust just a little making the top look like a heart, the point of which is followed all the way down with a line of stitched white buttons.

They’re purely decorative because behind you is where Gorm stands to zip the dress closed.

She closes a small clasp and then folds out the layers of skirt around you.

It’s not as long as the blue dress you wore here today. Simpler and easier to walk in. The sleeves themselves are long, which you appreciate very much in this weather. Every bit of the dress now settles along your curves just right.

“Oh, this was the right choice, I think.” Gorm smiles wide. “You look beautiful, Your Highness. His Majesty is a very lucky man.”

You smile in return, flattered by her words for a moment because you forget that Thor has been with Jane all morning. As you remember, your smile falters then fades as the worries you had this morning come rushing back.

“You don’t like it?” Gorm asks, reaching down to stroke the long and beautiful skirt.

“Oh, no. I love the dress, Gorm. I’m just…worried about His Majesty liking it.” You smile at her, to reassure her. She’s done such amazing work. You might have her make all of your gowns from now on. Unless…?

“Gorm? Were you the one that made the dress I came in wearing today?” You wonder.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’m afraid I did not have that pleasure.”

“How much of an imposition would it be if I made you my sole dressmaker? His Majesty has bought me some gowns to wear when appropriate, but I don’t feel like they’re my style.”

“Oh, Your Highness! It would be an honor to be your personal dressmaker!” She’s so flustered that she excuses herself and vanishes into the front of the shop to get her water.

You turn your gaze onto yourself in the mirror, all three angles looking back at you.

The dress really is unbelievably beautiful. You would never have thought that this dress and its style would have looked good on you, but it fits around your curves so seamlessly. This dress was literally made for you and it’s very noticeable.

As you turn around one final time, a small chuckle from the doorway pulls your eyes away from your reflection.

��I’m glad to see you haven’t put up such a fight over this.” Loki moves towards you, stopping a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You should have seen me wrestle with the other two.” You sigh. “Can we go? I’m so hungry.”

Almost as if on cue, your stomach growls.

“Yes.” Loki nods. “We can go. I’ve got lunch waiting for you back in the palace.”

“Is Thor back?” You hop off the box you’d been standing on, grabbing your skirts and then dropping them to cascade around your legs like a milky waterfall.

Loki’s smile falter. “I’m afraid not. But don’t worry, he’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”

You’re so disappointed you wander away from him into the dressing room to change back into your blue dress without giving him any sort of answer.

He’s got you in the car, your forehead resting against the glass of the window, lost in thoughts of Thor and Jane when he speaks to you again.

“Might I ask you a favor, sister?” He probes gently.

Him calling you his sister makes your stomach tumble.

You have a brother! How can you ever explain this happiness?

“Sure.”

“I hope you don’t find me insolent, but-” He hesitates, thinking about the words he’s about to say hard before he meets your eyes and that seems to strengthen his resolve. “Don’t fall in love with Thor. Not yet. Don’t let him pull you in right away.”

“You think he’ll leave me for Jane?” You wait, watching as Loki thinks through your accusation.

“Not exactly, but yes. I suppose that’s a possibility I hope you can avoid.”

For a few minutes while Armod drives you back to the palace, you say nothing. You consider his request and the honest concern that he seems to have for you.

As Armod pulls into the large multi-car garage at the back of the palace, you turn to Loki and stare sadly.

“I can’t make that promise, Loki.” You shrug. “It’s already too late for that.”

“You love him?” Loki realizes.

“No!” You deny, “Not exactly. I don’t love him yet, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very fond of him already. He-he kissed me last night.”

Loki’s brow furrows.

“A lot actually. He begged me to try and love him just as he would try to love me. I promised him I would try.” As if you’ll need to try.

You’re already hopelessly possessive over him. Maybe not him as a person, but rather those kisses he gave you. Those are your kisses now. Those thick arms he held you in, those are your arms—your hugs!

And now he might be in the United States giving those very things that are now yours alone to Jane who wouldn’t even marry him?

“It’s too late.” You reiterate, feeling absolutely lost.

“Come on, Your Highness. Let’s get you a late lunch.”

~~~~~~~~~~

If there isn’t a trail across your floor after all of the pacing you’ve done today, you’d be surprised.

“This won’t make him come back any faster.” Brunnhilde points out.

“Do I really have to model the wedding dress for him?” You ask, twisting your fingers nervously as you move up and down your room.

“I think it would be good for him.” Brunnhilde explains. “And yes. He won’t see your armor until the day of the wedding, but the dress will help make it more real for him. He needs that. So do you.”

“It’s already real for me Brunnhilde.” You lift your thumb nail to your teeth and nip, like a nervous pup, stopping at the heavy doors of the balcony.

They’ve been thrown open and the chilly air filtering in makes you shiver.

“Hilde.” Brunnhilde corrects, then moves to take a long wine-colored woolen shawl and drapes it over your shoulders as you stare out at the bustling city.

You can hear laughter, lots of merrymaking. The Asgardian people know how to enjoy their free time, but you’ve seen how hard they work too. As a whole. Loki assured you on the way home that there are just as many lazy time wasters among them as there are humans.

“Why are you fretting?” She sits at the desk, staring up at you with curious dark eyes.

“Because he’s been with Jane all day.” You lash out.

It’s not a scream, just pure exasperation. And immediately, you feel sorry.

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, dropping your hand but pulling the shawl around you tighter.

You notice it finally.

“Oh, thank you.” You really feel bad now.

“You’re acting like you’re already in love with him.” She teases, not caring one bit about your little tantrum.

Through the corners of your eyes you look at her, avoiding her piercing look.

“Y/N…?” She wonders, leaning forward to get a better look at you.

“I don’t love him, alright? I just…” You sigh. “No one’s ever kissed me before.”

Your feel your neck and ears burn, scorching with embarrassment as you admit just how much of a maiden she’d found for him.

“So, you really are a virgin?” She gasps, leaning almost her entire body along the desk to look at your face.

You frown at her. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No.” She hakes her head. “No, not at all. You’re just so…well, you’re beautiful.”

The laugh that slips through your lips is sudden and honest.

You stare at her, shaking your head because you don’t believe her one bit.

“I’m serious!” Hilde assures you, smiling and amused by your reaction. “It’s a little bit of a shame that you haven’t been fawned on before.”

The sprinkle of sadness in her voice exposes her real meaning and it wipes away all traces of flattery.

“You mean, it’s a shame that I haven’t been with someone who will really love me because they choose to? And not like Thor because he has to?” With a bit more desperation, you look for Armod’s car, needing to see Thor.

Everything that happened last night feels like a dream. Made up in your mind to make it easier to marry Thor. Was it a dream?

You don’t remember him telling you goodnight. You have the vague memory of falling asleep with your head on his shoulder but you’re not sure how real that is with how hazy it feels.

What if his kisses had been a hopeful wish?

You bite your bottom lip, the heat and weight of his lips still fresh in your memory.

It can’t have been a dream. It felt so amazing. You could never have imagined the way it felt for him to invade you the way he did, pulling your body against his.

“He doesn’t come by car, y’know?” Hilde says, sitting back in her seat.

“What?” You turn to her, eager for explanation.

“Thor?” She gestures at the sky outside, drawing your eyes away from the city in the distance and up to the stars. “He flies here on Earth. It’s faster than flying by plane, but not by much. He’ll be going straight to his room as soon as he gets back.”

“Oh.” Your disappointment is suffocating and because you have no reason to keep freezing to death, you close the balcony doors.

With the cold shut out the heat from the hidden vents in your room saturates your shawl and envelopes you in a cocoon of heat.

“He might not want to see me tonight.” You accept, knowing that even if things went as best as they could have, Thor will still be heartbroken.

Having to give up on a relationship he had been so invested in? Even if he’s been unhappy with it lately, it must be difficult.

“No. He might not. But he has no choice. The wedding is in three days, so we have no time to wait for him to be ready to see you. We need approval on the dress.” She explains, leaving no room for argument.

Which is a shame because you would rather not see him all torn up about Jane. Not that you wouldn’t like to give him comfort. But you doubt that seeing you is something Thor would want. Not when it’s your fault that he has to break up with Jane to begin with.

“You know what? I’ll go check to see if he’s back. Gorm already sent us the dress. I’ll have Estrid help you put it on.” Hilde rises, moving out of the room without waiting for you to agree.

Five minutes later, Estrid moves into the room, her arms cradling your beautifully crafted wedding dress.

“Shall I do your hair too, Your Highness?” She asks, and lays the dress on your bed, the color such a beautiful contrast to the deep plum colored sheets.

“My hair?” You look in the mirror and the fancy thing they’d done with it this morning is falling apart. “No. I’m okay, Estrid. Thank you.”

“Very well, Your Highness.” She smiles kindly then moves towards you and takes your shawl.

You turn for her and she begins to unzip your blue dress, your mind on Thor and the mood he might be in when you see him again.

~~~~~~~~~~

The hesitation is in more than just your fist, hovering over the dark wooden of Thor’s bedroom door. It’s tall. Taller than it probably needs, sitting within a stone arch decorated with stunning golden engravings.

You’re not sure why Brunnhilde left you to do this alone. Loki is busy with something secret that he doesn’t want to share with you yet.

Not wedding related. He says it’s important and it involves you to some degree, but it’s not necessary for you to know until it’s necessary for you to know. Which is a circle-jerk kind of logic that you’re kind of annoyed by.

He’s nicer than previous opinions of him have made him seem. You suppose that has to do with the growth he’s made since he was last on Earth.

New York hadn’t been a great time for Loki, and he could only go up from there.

Brunnhilde had also neglected to tell you how Thor was feeling. Or looking? Either would have been great before you committed to coming up here on your own.

Thor’s bedroom is at the highest point of the palace. That is, highest save for the last floor which is mostly a defense tower full of weapons and a constant guard to keep Thor and his future wife safe. Which is now gonna be you.

Unless you go into his room and he tells you that he can’t stand being without Jane and rejects you and this pretty dress and you have to go back home to live just as you had before you met him. Only now with his kisses in your mind, his massive body pressed to yours, you won’t be able to get over the future you’d been promised.

How had you gone from refusing to marry him to wanting nothing more than to be his wife and even if all he was able to give you was one of those stupid kisses from last night, you’d be satisfied?

You drop your hand, almost with your mind made up to give up and just go back to your room because you don’t think you have the nerve to go through with seeing him today.

The part of you that disagrees, that remembers last night and wants more lifts your hand and knocks on his door.

In shock, you wait until his voice comes through and finally take a breath.

“Estrid? Is that you?” Thor’s voice sounds tired, not broken, but you can hear the weight in his heart by the sound of him.

You open the door and peek in, just one eye and the room is astoundingly beautiful.

If you weren’t so scared of what you’ll find in Thor, your jaw would drop ant the stunning image. To the left are two doorways, one is open, and you can see a large bathroom within. At the center of the room is what looks like a small kiddie pool, recessed into the floor, but probably deep enough for Thor to stand in?

There’s a part on this floor that’s shaped strangely from the outside and wonder if that’s what it is. The floor is dark stone tile, smooth and probably treated for waterproofing. Along the far wall of the bathroom, you can see a long wooden bench, dark oak like all of the other woods in the room from what you can see.

The toilet must be somewhere to the left where you can’t see from where you stand.

The other door is shut but since there is only an ornate set of drawers to the right of it, you assume that inside must be a large closet.

To the right of the room is a large bed. Large bed. You’ve never seen one so big.

It must be a California King? Which you’d stumbled upon in your search for mattresses when you’d first moved into your home. An accidental find and completely unnecessary.

That is, until now, when the thought of Thor laying in your very normal sized bed flits across your mind and suddenly the large King makes much more sense.

The bed is covered in soft looking gray flannel sheets. The comforter is gorgeous too, luxurious in its cotton ball soft appearance. Black with golden swirls and lines stitched across the top and bottom. The number of pillows is silly. All sizes too. Large ones at the very back and then several smaller ones until the ones at the very front are for mere decoration only.

Despite the more rustic look of the walls in the dark oak and stone base, the bed and furniture is slightly more modern in design. The headrest is cream white, ridged, and padded, as is the foot of the bed, but flatter than the headrest.

Two bedside tables hold various books on one and a lamp on the other. Behind the bed is a wall with a great big tree carved, flowing the length from top to bottom.

You swear you’ve seen that somewhere before.

The entirety of the wall opposite the doors to the room is made up of windows. Each window has been thrown open and the floor to ceiling curtains flow in the cool breeze.

They avoid the small breakfast table, laden with an untouched plate of the chicken you’d had for supper. On the other side is a large heavy looking desk. It’s sturdy. Big like Thor with papers and scrolls and folders. A laptop sits shut at the center and in the chair turned to face the left side of the room sits Thor with his shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees, hands supporting his face as he keeps it covered.

His body tells you everything you need to know about how he’s feeling and though you hate it, after so much worrying about what you’d find in here, you’re grateful to finally set eyes on him.

“It’s not Estrid.” You say gently, afraid to speak any louder and disturb him more than he already is.

His head whips towards you, faster than you expected.

Your hands go numb with nervous energy as he stares at you, his electric blue eyes scanning you very slowly from head to toe, then back up again. He takes his hand as he does so, covering his mouth with it, stroking his beard slowly as if fixing it.

Taking the opportunity, you note the plain jeans he’s wearing, the white t-shirt that stretches across his wide chest and strains to keep him covered. The hem of his sleeves struggle to keep his biceps contained. His golden hair is windswept, short as it is, it sticks in all directions.

He looks so good, so perfect, except for that sadness on his face.

You can’t bear to ask him anything about her.

“Gorm is lovely.” You tell him, forcing a smile and a quick nod.

He meets your eyes with his own, dropping the hand he’d used to shield his mouth and allows both his hands to dangle between his knees.

“She’s the best in the city.” Thor nods, devouring your dress again.

He suddenly rises and you teeter backwards with the sudden rise.

He steps towards you, his feet falling heavy on the floor.

You really like the way he struts towards you. There’s a slight sway to his hips.

Lips feeling dry and cracked, you freeze as he moves past you at the last moment.

The sound of him sitting on his bed pulls you around to look at him and he sighs, reaching his right arm up towards you.

With a swallow, you move towards him. The luscious short train of your skirt follows in your wake, flowing like water.

When you’re within reach, his places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer until you’re standing before him. He takes his other hand and places that on your waist too, making your breath shallow.

He looks up to meet your gaze.

Hands balled into fists; you wait. You’re not sure what he needs. What you need from this moment. You’re only sure that you’re glad you don’t seem to have dreamed up last night.

“You look beautiful.” He says, voice penetrating into your chest to restart your heart at double the speed.

“It’s a little simple.” You observe, remembering the other much frillier options.

“It suits you.” He lets his hand trace down along the side of your hip, stealing your breath before sliding his hand back up to your waist.

He gives you a little shake and you reach out to place your hands on his shoulders to keep from losing your already fragile balance.

“Brunnhilde told me that you were very anxious today.” He sounds worried, his brow puckered, eyes crinkled at the corners from concern.

You shrug for him, intending to play off the exact amount of worrying you’d done today because you don’t want him to know how invested you already are.

“I ended it with Jane.”

“You don’t have to-” You begin, but Thor makes a dismissive noise in his throat and cuts you off.

“I owe you an explanation.” He nods. “When I gave you that ring on your finger, I became your intended. Officially ending things with Jane was only out of respect for who we were when we were together.”

“Thor you really don’t have to tell me about your breakup with Jane. It’s private. It’s before me. Whatever happened between the two of you today is now in the past.” You sigh, trying not to think about what kisses might have been shared.

Maybe more?

You make a mental note to never hold it against him if he ever tells you that he slept with her today.

He was hers long before you agreed to marry him.

“I want to be honest with you.” He sighs. “I want us to be open with each other. I want us to talk about anything that may be troubling us.”

“We will.” You nod, giving his shoulders a small squeeze. “I promise.”

“Then tell me what you were worried about today.”

You already regret your promise.

“I thought about what you must be feeling. Wondered if you might change your mind.” Answering honestly is actually cathartic. Though you usually do it on reflex, choosing to do it feels nice.

Thor only watches you, waiting for you to get it all out, his large hands caressing the sides of your waist and making you tingle.

“Keep going.” He urges you gently.

“I’m embarrassed.” You admit, and Thor’s face relaxes a moment, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips.

He doesn’t prompt you again, just waits.

There’s a peace in this silence of his. An acceptance. A sense of time to just be.

“I was afraid that I’d imagined last night. I don’t remember falling asleep. I just woke up and it was this morning. And last night was so…” You stop, realizing that as much as you’ve thought about last night today, for Thor if there are any kisses that he wants to hold onto today, they’re probably from Jane.

This fact suddenly hardens your heart and resolve. You reach to grab his wrists to pull his hands off of you, but he doesn’t budge. You couldn’t move him if you pushed as hard as you can.

“It doesn’t matter.” You brush it off. “You probably want to just be alone and I was told that you need to approve the dress? So, tell me what you think, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Have I upset you?” He asks, face shifted back into that slight pout he’d been wearing before.

“N-No.” You shake your head.

“Then why do you want to leave so quickly?” He demands, voice rising in pitch at the end.

“I just…after today, I just thought that maybe you’d want some space?”

“Then you aren’t angry with me?” He checks.

“No.”

He leans forward and presses his head against your stomach, eyes shutting as his arms wrap themselves around you and pull you closer.

You don’t quite know what to do with your hands, so you stand there, holding them over his shoulders, fighting the desire to hold him back.

“I’m so tired.” He admits to you, and it settles in your heart.

You drop your arms, resting them against him before you embrace him, hands splayed along his wide back.

He exhales, relaxing against you. “Thank you.”

“For what, Thor?” You whisper, too overcome with all this hugging to speak any louder.

“For hugging me.”

Your heart breaks for him, and you hold him tighter.

“May I be honest with you about something?”

“Yes.” Here it is, the truth about Jane and him today.

“These moments with you have been the most enjoyable and special moments I’ve spent with anyone in a long time.”

Does it really matter if he slept with Jane today? Kissed her? Hugged her?

Was he this sweet with her too?

“I love you in this dress.”

You sigh, the first three words of that declaration sending your heart into a frenzy.

“You do?”

“I do.”

You smile, liking that very much.

Thor’s blue eye shifts with electricity, literally, and he pulls you down onto his lap with a demanding grip on your waist.

Your arm is still around his shoulder, the other moving down to rest over his hand which he brings around to rest on your lower belly.

“Are you happy?” He wonders, catching your fingers within his.

“Relatively.” You nod. “I’m still worried.”

Honestly, right?

“Why?” He laments, caressing your waist.

“I’m liking you more and more too quickly.” You sigh. “I don’t want to disappoint you or the people. I want to do well. Both in our marriage and with the kingdom.”

Thor caresses your side, then slides his hand down further, large hand sliding along the fabric of your dress down over your thigh.

There’s a subtle tickle between your legs. It startles you and you have to physically force yourself to relax.

“You’re already better than anyone else I might have chosen.” Thor whispers, leaning in closer until his lips are pressed to your ear.

You remind yourself that you made him promise not to do anything he doesn’t want to do. No forcing himself to be affectionate if he doesn’t feel it.

“Thor…” You gasp, just a flurry of the air left in your lungs.

“I’ve been thinking…” He admits. “Since I left you last night, about how we might be able to prepare for our wedding night.”

How do you breathe again? Where does the air go?

“Do you trust me, cherub?”

That pet name hits you just as fiercely as it did the first time and all you can do is nod.

Thor suddenly throws you back over his arm onto the bed. Landing with your head on the pillow, you gasp, chest rising and falling dramatically as you struggle to catch your breath again.

He leans down and hovers over you, waiting as you do, staring into your eyes.

“I’ll make certain you know this is not a dream.” He promises, then leans down to press his lips against yours.

You sigh, grateful for his taste as if it were a drug, removing an ache you’ve been feeling all day. Your arms come up on their own, trapping his torso down on yours as his hands trace your sides slowly.

This time you’re the one seeking more, pressing the tip of your tongue against his lips until he opens them and kisses you back.

He inhales your kiss, breathing in until you hear the vibration of a moan rip through him into you and you have never felt your body burn this way before.

You want him to make more sounds like that. Over and over if possible.

He pulls away too quickly, making you lift your head to follow him, but you fall back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

“Do you really trust me?” Thor checks again, his hands moving down along your sides until they stop at your hips, hands flexing and squeezing.

You’re shifting on his sheets, body squirming from energy you don’t recognize.

You know that he probably needs to be close to someone like this after today. After whatever he lost with Jane, even if he won’t let you see just how much it really hurt him, he probably needs this closeness.

“Yes.” You breathe.

With one hand he reaches down, staring into your eyes as he does. He finds the bottom hem of your dress and flips his hand underneath, then takes hold of your ankle.

He turns to face your feet, sliding down to the end of the bed then removes the flats you’d switched into, along with the thick socks you’d found to fight the cold.

It’s so chilly in here you shiver.

“You won’t be cold for long, cherub.” He promises.

After dropping your shoes on the floor, he rises then crawls onto the bed to where your feet are, grabbing hold of your ankles to pull your legs open a little.

“Easy.” He tells you gently. “You’ll still be a maid on our wedding night. This will be just a taste.”

He flips your skirt over his head, disappearing from view.

You push yourself up onto your elbows, curious and just as nervous until you feel the pressure of something wet slide up along your slit and you throw your head back, an uncontrollable moan ripping through your lips.

You hadn’t realized the taste would be for him.

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