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mushies-stories · 9 months

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Ubbe X F!Reader 18+ SMUT

Summary: you are the youngest of 2 sisters and 2 brothers and are betrothed to Ubbe, but he seems to have little doubts about what's best for you. you show him just how much those worries don't matter and how much you need him.

Warnings: smut, sex, piv, fingering, pet names, creampie, No use of Y/N

Authors note: i fucking love Ubbe, he's soft and gentle and i love him so much. like this is probably hella OC but romantic sweet Ubbe is my all-time favorite.

Word count: 3776

Ubbe entered your chambers with snow still clinging to the fur that covered most of his body. You watched him from your warm place in bed with a small smile. “Ubbe, your trailing snow everywhere.” you note, watching globs of melting snow fall with a plot to the wooden floor.

With a glance and sullen smile Ubbe nods and shrugs the furs from his shoulders and lets them fall to the floor by the door. “Sorry princess.” He mumbles softly and steps to stand before the fireplace, back facing you.

He looked tired, a little irritated maybe and it made your brows furrow at his behavior. So far, he had been the sweet and happy one, the nice brother and that was why you had agreed a few weeks ago to marry him. You were both graciously given a few weeks to make it official and have the wedding, but time was almost up. You had decided he was the perfect choice practically instantly and thought he felt the same.

Slowly you pull the duvet back and shiver as you slip off the bed in your nightgown and pad over to Ubbe. He doesn’t turn from the warm fire even when he hears you, his head hangs just a little and his eyes are focused low. When you stepped in front of him your eyes easily locked with his as you tilted your own head a little to look up at him. You gave him a small smile and he returned it but with a more dejected expression.

“What is wrong, Ubbe?” you ask with a soft voice, brows knitted together in concern.

His eyes softened a little, your concern for him warming his heart. “I'm sorry to worry you.” he says and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek, smiling a little more when you lean into his touch. “You are perfect, sweet and beautiful.” His compliments make your heart swell, his affection had such a deep effect on you and you loved that, you never thought an arranged marriage would bring feelings like these. “But I worry, my love… My family, my world is rough and you are so kind and innocent.” he says, not wanting to speak the thoughts running through his head, the troubles behind his pale eyes.

You rest a hand on the one holding your cheek and nuzzle into it even more, you smile sweetly up at him and take a step closer so your body is nearly pressed against his own. “Ubbe, I love you.” you state simply, pure affection in your tone. “With you I will be okay, I am not afraid to be with you or your people.” you turn into his hand and leave a tender kiss to his palm before pulling back and taking his hand from your face into your hand. Holding his hand you intertwine your fingers and admire how they fit together, how he held you own, strong and safe. “I want to be with you Ubbe, don't you want to be with me as well?” you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes.

Ubbe’s heart raced as he looked down at you, so sweet and ready to give him your love. His smile grows and his hands come down to hold gentle to your waist, pulling you a little closer so your bodies are flushed together now.. “Yes Y/N, I want to be with you.” he says with a short nod. “I love you. From the moment I met you I have loved you.” he confesses, eyes gentle and bright when he looks down at you.

You chuckle softly and smile as you bring your hands up to cup his face. “Well then, nothing to worry about. I want you Ubbe, I want to be with you. I have never felt this way about another person before so please don't push me away. We can handle any problem that comes along when it does okay?” you offer and he nods, agreeing with a love sick smile.

You knew how to help calm him of his troubles already so easily. He knew you would be good for him. He wanted just as much to be with you, you were perfect in his eyes. The short amount of time you’ve had to talk and get to know one another created an instant bond he knew he wanted to protect.

“Good. Now, how about we wed the day after tomorrow?.” you ask hopefully.

“Day after tomorrow.” Ubbe agrees, his smile remaining just as bright as your own. He pulled your hips a little to get you closer and leaned down a little, just enough for your lips to meet.

The kiss was slow, soft and sweet to begin with, his hands keeping a gentle hold of your hips as he licked across your bottom hip. Losing yourself fast in his embrace you slide your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his and parting your lips to grant him the access he was asking for. He slides his tongue past your soft lips and takes dominance over the kiss and explores your mouth and tongue with his own, wanting to memories your taste and kiss. His hands began to wander and reach around your body. One hand came to rest on your lower back while the other slipped lower, rubbing softly before gently cupping as much of your ass that his hand could fit.

You gasped and moaned softly into the kiss, your body attempting to press even the tiniest bit closer to Ubbes invitingly warm embrace. You had been taking it slow and waiting until you were married, you were a princess after all. Ubbe was making you want more, making your body crave to be touched by him. He released your now pretty puffy lips with a soft breathy as he looked into your glossy eyes. Your chest is rising and falling faster now and a blush is deepening over your cheeks. “Princess, if you keep looking at me like this I don't know if I can hold myself back until our wedding night.” He chuckled again, and squeezed your ass one more time and pushed your lower back into him.

You gasp and arch your ass into his touch. You looked up at him with big eyes and bit your bottom lip. You pull away and Ubbe reluctantly lets you slip from his arms as you take a step back. Your body was acting before your brain could think, the desire to be closer to him and have more of him was growing. You wanted to show him just how much you truly wanted to be with him, wedding customs be damned. You pull on the fabric of your dress slowly, the fire behind you casting a shadow over most of your form as you pull the white nightgown over your naked body and let it fall to the ground. Your heart was racing and you could feel how hot your face and body were becoming from being so open and bare in front of him.

Ubbes eyes widen as he takes in the sight, he takes a sharp inhale when you look up at him with the sweetest doe eyes. “Are you sure, my love? We can wait, I do not mind.” Ubbe reassured you gently, taking a step closer and raising a hand to cradle your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

You smile softly up at him and nuzzle your cheek into his palm. “Yes Ubbe, I want you.” you confess, voice hushed and sweet.

Ubbes hand retracted only for him to bend down and reach under your thighs with both hands to lift you up. Your legs instinctively wrap tightly around his waist while your arms fly to his shoulders. He held you a moment before the fire, admiring your features and memorizing all the little details he could see before he slowly turned and started walking you to the bed and laying you down. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said before crawling into the bed with you and placing your head onto the pillows. He hovered over you, hips resting softly between your legs, bare pussy pressed against the fabric covering his now hardening cock. “If it hurts too much, tell me, I'll make it feel better.” he says, eyes staring at you with such tender care.

You nod softly and pull him down a little to give his lips soft peck. “I will.” you confirm. “Just… Please Ubbe, I want to feel you.” you say almost desperately. You push your hips up a little, your pussy already starting to drip from feeling him pressed against you, teasing your clit with every little movement.

One arm came to rest next to your head while the other traveled down until his calloused fingers were teasing your slick folds open and rubbing at your clit. “You will, you’ll feel all of me, my love i promise.” he says sweetly as he looks down at you, watching your face as he slides his middle finger to your tight hole and teased you, threatening to slide the long digit in only to move away and focus on your clit again.

“Ubbe, you're just teasing me.” you pout, voice a little whiny and breathless.

Ubbe looks at you with a little sympathy in his eyes. “You're right, we have time for that later. I just want to make sure you're ready for me, that's all love.” he slowly pushed his middle finger in and let you get used to the foreign feeling before sliding out a little then back in, starting a slow rhythm.

you gasped and arched your back into the new feeling. Your fingers gripped tighter to the pillows when he slid another finger in. you hissed a little at the stretch and Ubbe smoothed your hair back while he pumped and curled his fingers against your squishy walls. He leaned down and nipped at your neck before placing soft kisses along your jaw. “feels good.” your voice came out weak and breathless, the tight uncomfortable feeling turning over into pleasure fast.

Ubbe smiled against the soft skin below your ear before planting a kiss and sucking on the spot. He pressed the palm of his hand against your neglected clit. The action ripped a loud mewl from you, your legs shaking softly at his sides as your eyes flutter shut. Ubbe felt his heart clench at your sounds and the way your body reacted to him, so needy and ready.

You felt something in your stomach tighten more and more with each deep thrust of his fingers; his lips and teeth that grazed and sucked your delicate skin sent shocks to the same spot. “Ubbe, feels weird.” you whimpered, his fingers never letting up and the added attention to your now puffy clit made your moans and whimpering increase.

“Weird, or good my love?” Ubbe nipped your neck before traveling lower to your nipples. He sucked one in and rolled the bud between his teeth, gentle and soft but enough to have your hips bucking your pussy into the palm of his hand. He knew you were close, he wanted to hear you fall apart for him, wanted to watch you cum on his thick fingers. With one last nip to your other nipple he leaned back up enough to catch your eyes fluttering open to look at him. Eyes glossed over and half lidded, lips parted slightly as you gasp and moan freely, in a daze and hardly able to even focus as the pleasure builds. Ubbe smirks softly, adoring his beautiful bride in bliss thanks to him. “Sweet girl, does it feel good?” he asks, voice low and husky.

You nod your head softly. “Good, rea-ly really good!” managed to squeak out before your pussy clamped down around his fingers and a loud needy moan escaped your lungs. Ubbe was quick to slam his lips against your own and eat every sweet moan and whimper you made while his fingers helped you through your intense orgasim.

You shivered when Ubbe pulled his fingers from your sopping heat. He gave you another kiss on your forehead and looked over your face. Cheeks all red and out of breath while you look up at him with a small, shy smile. “You did so good my love, cumming so well for me.” he praised, kissing the tip of your nose. “So pretty, my sweet girl with the sweetest noises.” he can't help his words, wanting nothing but to love you for all eternity.

His praise and the way his vivid blue eyes looked at you was making you need him even more. “We're not done yet… right?” you asked, voice quit timid but eyes hopeful.

Ubbe chuckled softly and leaned back to pull his layers off, letting his upper half be just as exposed as your own. You watched him, legs spread and hands gripping gently at the pillows by your head. “Just can't wait, huh princess?” he teased, a small smirk on his face as he untied his pants, letting them hang low enough so his cock was free and eagerly waiting before your weeping pussy, precum already leaked from the tip. The sight of you sprawled out in front of him causing his cock to twitch. “Pretty thing.” he says before crawling back over your body. His cock slid between your slick folds and teased your clit while his lips found yours in a firm and grounding kiss.

You sigh into the kiss, feeling your head become lighter the more the tip of his cock brushed your clit. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, his tongue exploring your mouth making you feel like you were going to float away.

“Ubbe, you're teasing me again.” you pout between breaths when he finally pulls away for air.

His browns furrow and he gives you an almost dramatically apologetic smile. “M’sorry love.” he coos while lining his cock with your tight entrance. With a few gentle thrusts of his hips he pops the fat head of his cock in. He watched your lashes flutter a little and your mouth open like you wanted to moan, wanted to give him those sweet noises but you held them in. “don't be scared to tell me if it hurts too much, okay sweet girl?” he said.

You nod. “I will.” you agreed. “Just please move now, I want to feel you Ubbe.” you beg and your hips jerk a little involuntarily.

“Okay little one, just breathe for me.” he says before starting to slowly push in and stretch your needy pussy open around his thick length. You tried to keep your breathing steady while his cock filled you up. You couldn't manage for so long. Soon whimpers and moans were falling fast from your lips. The pain was intense, it felt like you were being split in two and you felt the adrenaline slowly fading as the pain continued.

“Hu…Hurts.” you managed to squeak out, tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Ubbe stopped, giving a low grunt at how tight your walls were clenching around him. He kissed your cheek and brought a hand down between your bodies to your clit and circled the sensitive nub. Your back arched at the added pleasure and you relaxed enough for Ubbe to take a much needed breath. “Feel better love?” he asks. He can feel your pussy getting wetter the more his finger works your clit.

“Better.” you mumble. It did feel better, still an aching pain in your core but now the pleasure was added and it made the stretch feel almost good. “Please move.” you ask, voice just above a whisper.

He nodded and rested his forehead against your own. “Focus those pretty eyes on me.” he tells you and begins to slowly push himself forward again, his thumb never slowing down while he sinks deeper. You breathe as steady as you can manage and keep your focus on his alluring eyes. Your lips part and a soft high pitched gasp leaves you when Ubbes hips finally meet yours, his cock fully engulfed by your pulsing heat. Your eyes flutter and struggle to stay open. He pulled his hand back up to rub slow soothing circles to your hip. “Did so well Princess, letting me in your tight little pussy.” he praised. “Feeling okay love?” he asks, searching your eyes.

His words make your wall flutter around him. You tried to speak but just choked in your own words, the feeling of him sitting so still and stretching you out making it difficult to even think. You settled on a pathetic little whine and looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting him to move, to make it start feeling good like his fingers had.

You arched your back a little, trying to get some kind of friction or movement going. Ubbe could feel your pussy gushing around his length. “So tight your pussy is leaking around me.” he noted, basking in your tight hole and feeling you slowly relax around him. “Can I move?” he asks with a little roll of his hips.

“Please, yes.” Your arms tighten around his neck, wanting nothing more than to only focus on him, be completely devoured by his presence.

Ubbe smiles and kisses your forehead before starting a slow pace, only pulling out halfway before gliding back in to stuff you full again. He tilted his head down to trial feathery light kisses along your jaw and slope of your neck before softly nipping the spot below your ear. While one hand held your hip the other roamed to your chest, he groped and played with each nipple. Ubbe groaned at the sounds you made for him, so needy and sweet just for him. “Pretty girl, taking me so well.” he mumbles between open mouth kisses and sharp nips. “Making such sweet little noises.” he coos.

You whimper in response. Ubbe had such an effect on your mind and body that every word, every slow drag of his cock made your mind fog over. The pleasure was building and the pain was all but forgotten now but you wanted more, wanted him to go faster. “M…more Ubbe, please.” you begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Want more.”

Ubbe’s cock twitched. “More? Feeling good princess?” He teases only a little but is more than happy to oblige your request. Ubbe rolls his hips into you a few times before pulling back and starting a new faster pace, even snapping into you a little tougher. A lustful moan hits his ears, your pure sounds of ecstasy. “That's it, let me hear how good you feel.” he groans, against your neck, losing his own train of thought the more your pussy clenched and squeezed his cock.

Wrapping his hand under your thigh Ubbe hikes your leg to his waist, your other leg follows on its own and wraps securely around him. He gripped your ass while his cock hit just the right spot to have your desperate moans turning into breathy high pitched whines.

Your eyes screwed shut and you couldn't help but try and hide into the pillow. You felt even better than before and the sounds you were making were becoming more obscene. It felt too good, too wonderful to keep in your needy whines. “Please, it feels so good, Ubbe!” you cry out, tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You could feel your orgasim approaching. The feeling was so much more intense than last time, there was more build up now.

Ubbe cradles the side of your head with his other hand. “Look at me love. C’mon, show me those pretty eyes when you cum for me.” he tells you, fingers laced in your hair at the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered open and your heart soared when Ubbe was the only thing you could see. With his forehead pressed to your own he was all encompassing. “There you are, sweet girl.”

You felt tears slide down your burning face the moment the knot in your stomach snapped. You held onto him and your legs locked tighter around his hips, your back arched against him. Your pussy spasmed and squeezed around his cock. Your mouth hung slack while needy little whines filled the air. Eyes half lidded as you graced Ubbe with your undivided attention, even if your brain could form even a word with the pleasure you were feeling.

Ubbe was so close, the hold your tight pussy had on his cock was more than enough to make him crazed. “Tight, squeezing my cock so much.” he ground out. He helps you ride out your high until your moaning turns into whines of overstimulation and your legs softly nudge him. “So good love, fuck… did so good for me.” he praises. Burying his cock deep he releases thick ropes of cum into your swollen cunt. He watched your face as fills you up and his ok twitched at the little whimper that you made.

For a moment you two stayed like that. With his cock resting deep inside with his head resting against yours. Your heavy breathing slowed until you could properly look back up at the man above you. With a small smile Ubbe strokes your hair and kisses your forehead before leaving back. Slowly he slipped out his now soft cock. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a small smile.

Ubbe can't help but look over your body, your perfect face with rosy cheeks. He watches as his cum slowly seeps from your glistening cunt. “Can’t have that.” he murmurs and scoops it up with two fingers before pushing back inside your sensitive core. You shudder at the action and grip the pillows. “Can’t wait to make you my wife, fuck your pretty pussy every day.” Ubbe was clearly still lost in his lust for you. The gleam in wanting still shining bright in his eyes.

You had to admit that seeing him adore you so much was making your pussy flutter all over again. “Ubbe, can I…” you paused, taking a short breath. “More… I want more of you, please.” you asked sweetly, already addicted to the feeling of your soon-to-be husband's cock.

Smirking Ubbes cock twitches. “I'll give you as much as you want princess, all yours.” he tells you with his hand already pumping at his cock, ready to please you until your begging him to stop.

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itstheghostofmypast · 4 months

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Burden of Love

Non-idol Choi San x (F)Reader

Son of Hades × Daughter of Aphrodite

Summary: Cursed. Since the day of her birth, she had been cursed, one that was a burden her mother had no interest in catering to, the burden of love.

Genre:Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2.9K

Est. Read Time: 20 min

Warnings: sexual harassment, mild torture

Rating: Mature

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network

"If you're going to sulk all day, his highness may conclude that you are unhappy here." The butler cleared his throat, placing a cup of tea in front of his queen, turning his head to face her sour expressions, her small little frown and the dent etched between her eyebrows as she read the book in hand -though he ensured to avoid her eyes. She however was busy, busy ignoring the man talking to her, even ignoring the little exaggerated sigh he had let out.

"What are you reading?" He asked, trying to distract his King's wife, his lover, his muse, the shining star of his dark, cold and endless sky, his spoiled brat- No, Yunho, you do not say that about your queen, no matter how childish and petty she may be sometimes. What did he expect? She was the youngest of Aphrodite's children, which did mean that she was in fact, the most babied of the lot, one who had her mother's and almost every other individual's undivided attention- attention and love she was bound to receive, a promise made at birth, or so he had assumed. Though would she give back in equivalence and sincerity? Even his King, he never did expect his king, the ruler of the Underworld, the sole most beloved child of Hades, the powerful ruler of the world below, one of the strongest to exist- to grovel to his knees at the mere sight of this woman- especially when she had refused to even look a him, for he was from the world below, an inferior being, as she had proclaimed- look at her now, sitting in the very world below that she had once insulted-

"Do you think he no longer loves me?"

His eyes snapped up at her face, still avoiding her eyes once more, though he took in a certain look she wore, one that made her beauty stand out even more, the pastels of her off shoulder dress extenuating her graceful features- this woman radiated an air so alluring that perhaps she would leave her mother jealous- was she? Is that why Aphrodite, herself, ensured to take over the marriage proceedings, ensuring her daughter had no way out, ensuring to send her down to hell, to hide her, to ensure her daughter could not outshine her in any manner- she had even refused when his great King had gone running to her, telling her how he never wished to upset her daughter. The first night of their marriage and she had told the son of Hades how she hated him and never wanted this- in an instant he had rushed to Aphrodite to get to the bottom of this, to ask her how she could do something against the wishes of her own child? How could she harm such a being of tenderness, of such beauty, of such purity, only to be brushed off, when his mother in law retorted with,

"She's yours to do as you please, oh, Prince of the underworld do not burden yourself with her childish tantrums, she is but a nymph, who could satisfy you for eternity and more, just take off the blindfold and your worries will vanish."

That night he had come back to the underworld and called upon all his generals and advisors, he had even called in Seonghwa, even though the guardian of the Titans had no real clue of what love was, giving instructions they never thought of receiving, especially for a mere spoiled child of a goddess,

"We must ensure she is never unhappy, my wife should have her every whim dealt with, no matter how childish."

It may have originally been a form of guilt that he was going through, Wooyoung had told Yunho the same, perhaps like all other men, their King had fallen for her beauty, her alluring nature and persona, her flirtatious being, which is why when she had rejected him to face, he must've felt the guilt of forcing her to a commitment she may not have ever wanted- which is why the first of his new wife's request was to have a separate sleeping chamber, one so far away from them that she would barely see his face. He had agreed instantly- guilt, was it not?

However, even after a year of this practice, he had not once been bothered by her increasing demands, but instead had shown nothing but concern, making Yunho stand there for hours in his dimly lit study, asking about his wife;

"Has she eaten?"

"Yes, young Prince."

"Is she well? Have you been feeding her whatever she wants?"

"She is. We have."

"Is she...what about her comfort? Bedding? Clothes? Rugs-"

"She changed the ones in her room to colours that matched her room in Olympus, we did all she asked her for, including getting her a new wardrobe."

"That's good..." he had smiled staring at his father's will, knowing he would be no longer a Prince in a few days, "I want her to be happy, truly happy."

Yunho had wanted to believe in his King's wishes, but he could tell him how this child of Aphrodite had slowly been drifting away, sitting locked up in her room most of the time, only tended to by the female staff- other than Yunho. Yunho was the only man other than San to have interacted with her in the Palace, but unlike his King, he had never met her gaze, the galaxy filled crystal pair of orbs, that stories had been written about, songs had been dedicated to, the eyes of a maiden that held the galaxy within, shining brighter than a sky full of stars, reflecting off one's deepest desires, often lust when it had been a man who had dared to make eye contact- which is why she was to always where a blindfold, one that would often match her attire, though there were occasions in Olymus where she chose not to, but every god and goddess there feared for their life, knowing laying a finger on her meant Aphrodite's wrath.

It was ironic how the first time his King had ever seen her, she was wearing a blindfold, one she had refused to take off during their wedding as well, out of spite or out of fear, the advisor (mind you she just treated him like a butler) was not sure, but he knew that the night she had said all those things, San had taken off her blindfold, admiring her beauty when she had spat at him, using words so harsh, words he had never wished to hear from his wife.

After that night the blindfold had returned, even when the maids would bathe her she would not let them touch it, Yunho knew she would wear it around him, but he never dared to meet her gaze in any case, out of respect? Perhaps...or out of pity. He had been witnessing for a year how she had begun to lose the colour of her cheeks, her lips now often found quirked into a frown, hands often fiddling with the ribbons of her dress, he had wanted to tell his King this, but he had stopped asking about her altogether, especially since she had refused to attend his coronation, even after receiving the title of the Queen. He had stopped asking if she had eaten, if she was well, in fact, he would no longer be interested in the report Yunho would give nightly, only asking if there was something out of the blue that should concern him- but there never was, everything was always the same, or so they had assumed.

For the night that the King had decided to retire early to bed, bidding his generals and his advisor a goodnight, his advisor following suit, asking his King to listen to him about his wife, wanting to tell him about her declining health, though his Lord had turned a deaf ear to him, "I don't want to hear of it Yunho, I'm tired tonight, I don't care if she didn't like dinner tonight just give her what she wants tomorro-" his words had been cut short with an ear piercing scream, one that had had him and his loyal servant bolt to the wing of the castle where his wife stayed.

Yunho had seen almost his fair share of sin and horrid things, the underworld was no place for the light hearted, but what he had not prepared himself for was the sight of his Queen's shivering form, hugging herself as she coward behind a fallen chair, crying and yelling,as she gripped onto the torn end of her dress to cover herself, while across the room a dozen maids were holding onto a foaming, wild eyed -Minister? What had he even been doing down here? How did he get in? Did he catch her without her blindfold? Was he a traitor coming to coerce the Queen for something? Or was he just a curious old fool? Was this because he looked into her eyes, maybe General Jung could beat it out of him- or not, for as soon as his King had entered the brightly lit, pastel coloured room the atmosphere had shifted, the air had thickened and her cries had been muted out by the screams of the minister that had just caught fire, shackled to the the ground, with the molten hot chains that had manifested from the floor of the castle - of course the son of Hades was no soft hearted fool, he knew no ends when it had come to torture. All too soon the burnt man that was still whimpering apologies was tossed out of the window, his scream ending with a loud thud as the King glanced at maids, enough of a gesture for them to scurry out of the room before turning to his wife, walking over to her, like predator to pray, Yunho would have interfered if he were not so deathly afraid of the man, he was unsure of what he was going to do to his mess of a wife, especially when he had crouched down infront of her, gripping her shoulders, which had only led the poor thing to yelp in pain, pleading for her life, whimpering about how she had nothing to do with this, how she did not wish to taint the reputation of the king, how she did not want to be punished-

"LOOK AT ME!"

Her eyes had snapped open meeting not the glare of a tyrant, not the eyes of a lust induced man, but the tender, soft gaze of a loving husband, one that had her calming down, one that Yunho did not expect- for he had realised something, his King had not been lust driven even after staring into her eyes, was this...love?

He knows not what happened after, for he had been instructed by his King to leave him with his wife, all he knows is that next morning he had been tasked by the King to infrom the head of the King's Counsel, Hongjoong, about the implementation of a new law, a new practice, one with grave punishment,

"One must never look at the Queen whilst in her presence, eyes must be cast to the ground while her Majesty is around, for her safety, anyone caught not following this would be tortured in the deepest pit of the Underworld for eternity, by the great General Park."

As soon as this was done, the King had personally overseen the burning ceremony of all her blindfolds, with his Queen standing beside him, hand in hand, only for her to smile up at him, a smile that he knew had led his King to fall for her, a smile he knew she'd use to get away with anything, even making the poor advisor wear a pink suit because she was bored, the smile that was so menacing and-

"Yunho~" she whined, causing him to let out a sigh, "I asked you a question!"

"My Queen, his majesty loves you no lesser than he did yesterday." He bowed, before straightening up, ignoring the way she scoffed and slammed her book shut, tossing it onto the table, truly a brat.

"Then why has he kept me waiting since morning!? I didn't even see him at breakfast!"

"He is a busy man, one who is ever so dutiful and responsible."

"You know...the saying is to "lick it, not make a meal out of it."

Of course, leave it to her to call him a boot-licker, maybe he should retire-

"Careful love, if you keep this up, Yuyu might retire early~" the door opened, as the subject of the matter walked in, with all his might and glory, laughing at the way his wife huffed and looked away, shaking his head at her antics, "Purple looks nice on you...Yunho." He motioned to the suit he was wearing, another one of the Queen's choice.

"Thank you, Sire, may I be excused?"

"Of cours- oh my." He chuckled when the door slammed within a second before turning to face his wife, who was still not looking at him, arms crossed over her chest, cheeks flushed and puffed out in anger- or a tantrum, whichever it may be, it was enough to have him sitting beside her and gently clasping her hands in his, whispering to her, trying to coax her out of it, "My love, the star of my life, why is it that you ignore me? I was but away ensuring I finish all my tasks so I could spend time with you."

"Liar." She huffed, though she never pulled away, even when he had gently gripped her chin, making her turn her head to face him, admiring her even more upclose.

"Never." He whispered, leaning closer to place a soft kiss at the corner of her lips, letting out a hearty laugh at her gasp, catching the surprise in her eyes, his own crinkling with admiration and love as he gave her his signature dimpled smile, before leaning closer once more, their foreheads bumping slightly, "Not once in my life have I lied to you, my love; my soul, my body, my mind, are but at your disposal, all yours to claim."

She only sighed, pouting at his words, pulling her hands out his hold to wrap her arms around his neck, her fingers reaching to twirl a lock of his onyx hair, her other hand gripping his coat, "Prove it."

"Oh? How so?" He mused, letting her play her little game, "Is my seed not proof enough?"

A light hearted chuckle broke past her lips, if it was possible for his heart to grow bigger with joy, it would have, the sound of her laughter ringing in his ears, "I suppose not~" she purred, the instant change of demeanour had him shivering under her warm touch, biting his lip when she gently tugged on his hair pulling him closer, enough for her to have her back pressing against the couch, him hovering above of her as he peered into her eyes, trying to find the constellation that had blessed their union, though when her hand pulled him down ontop of her, he forgot the purpose of his mission, to busy and engrossed by the sweet taste of her lips, the soft warm skin his fingers could feel through the gown, his hand reaching for hers, pinning her wrists above her head as he pressed his forehead against hers, his warm breath mingling with hers, "You naughty little-

"SHE IS WITH CHILD- GET OFF HER!? HAVE YOU NO SHAME!? AND YOU! FINISH YOUR TEA!"

In an instant the two had parted, sitting prim and proper at the two opposite ends of the couch, hands in their lap, the only give away were the dishevelled clothes, their messy hair and the smudged lipstick that was now decorating both of their mouths.

Clearing his throat he looked at his fuming advisor who held onto a notebook, "I-I was going to be gentle, Yunho-"

"SHUT UP. I KNOW HOW GENTLE YOU ARE, YOU MORON."

"Yuyu! That's not how you speak to your king-"

"SILENCE. I admit it's on the early stage but my Lady you must not let this hooligan give into his desires, do not be fooled by his stupid charm." Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed as he handed the Queen a tissue, "Your health comes first, my lady, " Then he side eyed a flushed San who was staring at his wife wipe away the evidence of their little session, "And you should know that, Sire, her happiness is linked with her health."

When he earned a strong, firm nod from his King he sighed, for the nth time, "I shall prepare dinner and bring it here, for the love of all that is holy, please do not do anything harmful while I'm gone.' He mumbled walking to the door, only to stop, when he heard a giggle, turning around with another lecture ready, but stopped at the sight before him, his heart melting in disgust covered awe, watching her giggle to herself as she cleaned the lipstick off his lips, only for him to playful nip at her finger tips, earning squeals in return- these brats were a handful, he thought to himself, closing the doors of the study as he walked down the hall, a small smile gracing his tired features, glad that his Queen had found all she had been looking for, so afraid of the curse that she would never even say it out loud...love.

A/N: Idk...I just, I had to get this out of my system. I hope yall like it.

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── AND IT'S JUST AS GOOD AS I KNEW IT WOULD BE ★.

PAIRING: jacaerys velaryon x female reader.

SUMMARY: after a harsh argument, you ask jace for a kiss in order to forgive him, not expecting the prince to aim for your lips, or to feel so heated in such a short time.

WARNINGS: slightly angsty at the beginning, friends to lovers, curse words, pet name, smut with plot, loss of virginity, hand-job, fingering, p in v, playing with cum a little bit.

WC: 8.5K

NOTES: jace needs more appreciation.

The breeze feels warm but fresh on your skin, and the sun is just about to set as you stroll happily around the castle, the skirts of your dress bouncing. It has been a good day so far. With Jace's name day approaching, a few lords and their families were already arriving at the island for the festivity taking place in just a couple of days, including your parents and siblings. The lessons were fun and interesting, especially with the different takes of the other ladies that are visiting. Later, Rhaenyra had a dress fitting session, in which she insisted that you and the silver-haired sisters choose something for yourselves as well. The afternoon went by quickly once surrounded by fabrics, jewelry, and laughter.

You were about nine years old when you became Princess Rhaenyra's ward. Being one of the youngest in a huge family, your father sent you to Dragonstone as a symbol of his loyalty to the black princess, who treats you with the utmost kindness and respect. You were quick to adapt and feel far from unsatisfied with the life you have been building for yourself in the crownlands.

But something is missing throughout the day, creating a small void within your chest. You have not been able to see Jace, and you crave his company. The reason as to why you are descending to the beach in long strides, where you were informed the young men were still training since late morning.

The friendship between the two of you was immediate and intense as soon as you arrived, and though you grew to care for all of the family, the older prince seemed to steal most of your affection effortlessly.

Clashing steel and loud manly voices fill your ears as you arrive at the beach. Lucerys is currently sparring with a boy around his age who you recognize to be from House Blackwood, while Jacaerys seems to be deep in conversation with a few lords. A smile creeps into your face as you rush your steps.

"Jace!" You shout as you stop in front of him. "I miss you." You raise your hand to fix his hair as you are used to, but your hand is slapped away.

Confusion washes over your face due to his unusual behavior. There are a few snickers from the young lords around him and Jace flushes.

"My Prince is fine, or have you forgotten your manners?" His tone is cold and sharp, lacking the tenderness often reserved for you, and your eyebrows raise in surprise.

"What?" You scoff in annoyance, shooting a glance at the other boys, Were they the reason he was being so unpleasant? Was he ashamed of you? A great indignation sweeps over you at the thought. "Jace—" You purposely emphasize his name again, ready to load your irritation on him when you're cut off.

Followed by wolf whistles there was a firm hand around your upper arm, the prince's expression hardened. You could feel your stomach dropping at that, never had he looked at you that way. Rarely did you two fight, even as children, your friendship was always a sweet and courteous one.

"Can we speak in private, my lady?" It's more of an order than an actual request as he drags you across the beach and behind one of the multiple rocks, hidden from curious eyes and ears.

He's furious, you could sense it as he let go of your arm. And it's the same sentiment as standing close to a dragon: dangerous and unpredictable. Your heart drums against your ribcage. Oh, how foolish one has to be to doubt that Jacaerys is the blood of the dragon for even a second. All you can see in front of you right now is an enraged beast.

"You will apologize to me." He demands.

"Apologize for what?" You are incredulous, and the fact you have never seen him act this way should be enough reason to not push him, but at this moment, you are feeling just as prideful as he is.

"For disrespecting me! What else?"

"Disrespect? I called you by your name!"

"Jace is what my family calls me, you are not. Please, know your position." He says sternly.

You gasp, mouth wide open as your heart sinks. "You do not mean!"

Jace sighs deeply, closing his eyes for a second to keep his control. "I cannot have you approaching me as a common bastard with little to no regard for social customs in front of men I am supposed to lead one day. If a lady like yourself does not deem it worthy to address me in the correct style, how will they? Do you genuinely do not see the issue?"

There's much you want to say, much you want to discuss and disagree, curse him even, but it's that damned word that rings the most to you, bastard. You know how delicate the topic is to Jace, how in front of everyone he pretends it doesn't bother him, but in truth, the stares and whispers and uneasiness of the future always stressed him to a fault. Usually, it was not a problem at home, but this week the island is full of visitors from all over the Seven Kingdoms, most of them not necessarily favoring greens or blacks as some houses have, at least not publicly yet. Meaning a lot more whispers, more stares, and more insults masked as plain light-hearted jests.

It's the first time you realize how so many people might be a little too much to deal with, especially for someone so eager to prove themselves at all times like Jacaerys. Nonetheless, his actions sting, and so badly. You are not deserving of his wrath and therefore would not accept it.

"But must you be so mean to me?"

"Mean?!" His voice gets louder, clearly losing the small amount of patience he was still holding onto. "I am simply trying to teach you the proper way to address your future ruler."

It's enough for you, you cannot bear it, as if you are talking to a stranger and not your greatest friend. The rage and arrogance are so unlike him, that it is just odd and infuriating to see. You hate it. "I do not need you to teach me manners! And we are far beyond such customs, Jacaerys. You know it."

"You will apologize to me." He repeats himself once more, growing agitated.

"I will not!"

"You will or you might as well face punishment for such insolence, do you truly want to embarrass your family like that in front of all these people?"

It takes a while for his words to sink in, but when it does, your breathing is erratic, and eyes burning with unshed tears, hurt and angry. You refuse to cry, but why is it so hard?

It is ridiculous the power Jacaerys has over you and for such a long time now. How a different glance, a shrug, or a specific tone of voice could make you recoil to yourself, unknowingly ruining your mood as you wondered if perhaps you could've done something to upset him. Those moments are forgotten the moment he smiles brightly at you again or ruffles your hair teasingly, back at his usual self. But then it would happen again and you would be reminded of how much you blindly seek his approval, even if you try your hardest not to.

Jace's face softens at your teary eyes, regret and shock swallowing him, suddenly and immediately. His mind is fuzzy. As if a bucket of iced cold water had been thrown over him, or if his eyes were seeing clearly for the first time after walking through a mist. Oh. He cursed himself countless times in just a few seconds. He despised seeing you cry, he despised even more to be the reason for it. "Forgive me, I did not mean—"

It is too late. You turn on your heels, clutching your skirts, and running away from him as fast as you could, your flat shoes burying on the soft sand. Your vision is completely blurred by the tears as you intend to make your way back to the castle. There's more laughter from the lords as you pass by them. You couldn't care less, your stomach churning.

Jace paid them no mind as well, forgetting all about the reputation he wanted to create among them. He races after you almost desperately as he shouts your name, which only makes you sprint faster through the craggy pavement. Suffocated by his frustrations, he unloaded them on the last person he would wish to, and he would be doomed if he didn't repair the damage he just made. He couldn't remember a time he felt as guilty and ashamed as right now. Absolute moron.

A couple of minutes later, you're growing tired from the run, which gives Jace the perfect opportunity to grab your upper arm again, but this time much gentler. He makes you turn around to face him, warm brown eyes pleading. You despised how pretty those eyes got when the sun reflected in them, how gorgeous he looked bathed by sunlight. "Please." He utters, his breath heavy.

You struggle your arm out of his grip, a scowl on your face, now wet from tears. "Let me be."

"Please, please, please," He moves his body to halt in front of you. "Let me speak."

"I do not wish to speak with you." You try to dodge him and walk again, but he swiftly blocks you, your name falling from his lips almost like a prayer. That makes you hesitantly look at him, a silent agreement for him to continue.

"I am tremendously sorry. I swear it. I was unfair, I know," He says in a rush, brows pinching together as he reaches for your hands. You didn't bother to retrieve it. "I… There's no excuse. I was harsh and a fool because I couldn't handle my stress. I am so sorry, I feel so terrible right now. Just please, forgive me." He rambles.

You shook your head repeatedly, a new pool of tears making your eyes shimmer. Jace could swear he felt as if he was being ripped apart, queasiness brutally hitting him.

"No, please don't cry." The prince brings your body forward as he hugs you almost instinctively, itching to comfort you in despair.

You didn't hug him back, but you didn't move either, his embrace was annoyingly a solace, even if he was the reason for your sadness. He strokes the side of your neck with one hand, and your back with the other in a soothing motion.

"No…" Is all that you can mutter in a whine before burying your face further in his chest, you shouldn't like his presence so much, you shouldn't like him so much, you shouldn't give someone so much importance and control.

"I am so sorry." He hugs you tighter, repeating the apology over and over in the shell of your ear, regret and shame filling his voice.

"You cannot hurt me like this." You say, feeling the weight of his words and actions.

Jace slowly pulls away, surprising you to see him looking so troubled. He softly cleans your tears with his thumbs. "I know. I was cruel for no reason, and you do not deserve it. I understand your anger and disappointment. Right now I am sharing the same sentiments about myself." He shook his head. "I do not know what to do except to apologize, I didn't mean to act so entitled. It was too much. I handled my problems in the worst of ways and didn't realize until I upset you."

"You hold my heart in your hands, Jace," You admit quietly as you sniff. "You cannot be so careless with it."

Jace held his breath, his heart beating impossibly faster at your words. You were always tender with one another, and such admissions, especially coming from you, were not rare. He could never tell if your affection was one of friendship or if it held more meaning, but it always made him warm inside. This one though, came as a dagger to his guts. With all his being, Jacaerys wished to undo all that had happened from the moment you stepped into the beach, running towards him with a beaming smile.

"I couldn't be more regretful than I am for my stupid actions," His voice is quiet and sad. "If we can sort this out between us now, I would be most grateful. Just tell me what I have to do. But if you truly desire to not speak to me, I will leave and not bother you again." He looks at you expectantly, fearful even.

You bite your lips, not quite able to give him an answer you didn't have. You were still displeased, and you would rather have the prince vanishing in thin air right now, or maybe slap his handsome face for acting so surly in an unjustified way. At the same time, you didn't want to leave it unresolved, to extend the issue for longer. You would have to talk at some point, either to forget about it or end your friendship at once. The last thought sends a wave of discomfort through your body, enough of an answer. You swallow hard.

"What are you so stressed about?" You have a good guess, you know him, but you want to hear it from his mouth directly.

With a sigh, anyone could hear the sheer honesty and exasperation in Jace's tone. "It is my responsibility, my duty," He looks down at his boots. "As the future heir to the throne, I need to be tough and make myself heard. There are certain expectations which I have to be prepared for." With a pause, he continues. "I have been on edge since the lords started arriving, and I snapped at you unfairly. There are so many stares and passive but accusatory comments, I just… can't let them see me as weak or undeserving in any way. I need to be perfect all the time, and I am not fucking perfect, at all." He chuckles wryly.

You exhale softly, it is not pity you feel, just comprehension with a bit of sadness. You couldn't fathom how much pressure the brunette was under, especially with the rumors and the tension between the family, his grandsire the only bridge holding it together, for now. He was right, there was no excuse regarding how he treated you, but his frustrations and fears were not meaningless. But it pains you to see him doubting himself like that. You've known Jacaerys for years, and you could not name a better person to be the future heir to the throne. Perhaps you are a little biased, but he was the representation of all good things to you, one of the reasons you believe genuine people still exist in such a malign world. He is not perfect, indeed, a flawed person like everyone else, but at least he always tries to be better, and that's more than most people you know could say.

"You will be prepared for it, Jace." Your voice is like a caress, strangely silky and firm at the same time. "I have no doubts. You are the most responsible person I know, intelligent, empathic, and fierce. You are trustworthy and honorable. You are respectful and you truly give your duty the importance it is due. You have all the attributes a good ruler should have, and you are so young. Those who do not see your value are blind and naive."

Jace bites his lips, almost drowning in gratitude. He looks deep into your eyes, trying to see any hint of deceit, of void words from a pitiful friend who doesn't believe in themselves entirely, but he does not see it. All the prince sees is an unnerving obstinacy.

"You mean it." He whispers, surprised.

You nod your head vehemently. "I do."

He could cry with such determined and honest praise after being plagued by the worst thoughts for days in a row, but he only smiles at you, shyly and fleeting, but sincere. "Thank you."

It is quiet after that, the birds squawking and waves crashing, the air filled with salt. It's a regular sound and smell, but the most comforting nonetheless, and what you relate to home. Not the rustling of the trees, the smell of the meadow, or the sound of the running stream back at your family's castle in the Riverlands, but this. You look out to the sea, the sky now turning purple and pink. After a few minutes of contemplation, Jacaerys speaks again, his legs quaking.

"I must know, will you be able to forgive me or will my sudden stupidity strain our relationship?" Jace fidgeted as he got closer to you, eyes wide, and you could feel the anxiety radiating off him. He is distressed.

You took your time answering him. "I am still upset." Not as much, but you wouldn't let him know that just yet.

"You have every right to be." He purses his lips as he looks away hopelessly. You do not feel sympathy, but a dark satisfaction at his despair after acting that way, and you try not to smile at it. "But I will not be able to sleep if I do not know if you will be able to forgive me or not, I cannot bear the thought of sleeping while we are on these ambiguous terms and you are angry at me, I—" He breathes in. "I cannot bear losing your friendship."

Seven. His insistence and desperation were certainly growing on you and melting the ice wall you have created not long ago. In truth, your anger and hurt were dissolving by the minute. Much stronger at the beach, but almost fading now. He takes your silence as a bad sign, and his hands find your waist, clinging to you for dear life.

"Please, I will do anything, just forgive me," He pleads once more. "I need you, I always need you. Terribly. You are my greatest friend and you are not allowed to leave me." His eyes are full of sorrow and longing.

You smirk. "Not allowed to leave? Is that an order?"

There's a shift in his eyes, a reluctant hope. "No, it is not, but it could be." There's teasing in his tone as well. "Please…"

Again, you look away to sort your thoughts. There is no use lying to yourself, no way of holding a grudge against him. In just a matter of minutes, the burning rage has become a faint flame, no way the resentment would survive till the end of the night. Seven hells, you were in deep, so supple to his wills and charms. You could pretend, give it more time, but the truth was as clear as a summer sky, so what is the point of dwelling on it, anyway?

"I will do anything." He mutters, squeezing your waist.

You decide then, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Anything?"

Relief and incredulously crosses his face, a smile mirroring your own. "Is that a yes?"

"Not quite…" Your eyes are mischievous.

"Just tell me what I have to do to make up for you." He urges.

It's a great opportunity to strike a good bargain with a prince, but you dismiss the thought. You were forgiving him because you believe he deserves it, that he was sincere in his apology, and because he is your most treasured friend. You could count on one hand the times he'd upset you in years when you saw each other almost every day, so there was some reliability in him. So instead, you jest, feeling quite cheeky. "Give me a kiss."

It's purposely plain phrased, devoid of a specific intention, because you simply do not care where the kiss is going to be placed. Though you certainly do not expect much, a forehead kiss, perhaps. It's completely up to him.

Jace's brows shoot up to his hairline as he watches you with curiosity, head tilted to the side as his body tingles. "A kiss?"

You smile again. "My price."

He chuckles, shifting closer to you, his hands still on your waist. One of them moves, cradling your face in a feathery touch. He's aware you probably meant a friendly kiss, on your cheek or nose, a small gesture that would make you both giggle, because you are not as nervous as he is. Jace, who has a slightly different idea. Your face is relaxed in a small smile, eyes twinkling with humor. A particularly high wind makes the sight of you almost ethereal under the twilight. His pounding heart is loud in his ears, a thousand butterflies flying around his stomach. The pain he felt at the risk of losing your fondness was excruciating, threatening to whisk away his breath and all that was joyful. He truly could not bear it, ever. He loves you, and far from a platonic way, it's obvious now. In an adrenaline rush, he finally locks your lips together in a long and loving peck.

You gasp into his mouth, completely taken aback, but soon you press your lips against his as well. It's so soft and warm that a shiver runs down your spine. Lovely. When you part, your mind has not exactly caught up with what just happened yet, and your breath is labored. Jace watches you, content to not see any negative emotion, although you seem pretty startled, eyes as wide as a deer.

"I am truly sorry for being so rude and mean pup," He apologizes once again, kissing the corner of your lips this time, so delicately you barely felt it. "So sorry."

You can barely remember what he is apologizing for, the events of the beach are now a distant memory with the feel of his lips so fresh in your mind. Your eyes are drawn to his pinkish lips, excitement running through your veins as your heart palpitates almost painfully.

You struggle to find words, your head spinning as you process it all, and when you do, your voice is weak. "It is alright…"

He smiles sheepishly at you, caressing the side of your face. "How do you feel about it? The kiss?"

You hum as you bite your lips to prevent a smile, a sudden shyness taking over you. "I enjoyed it."

"So did I."

Your gaze flickers down once again. You want more, you crave more, so profoundly and insistently, as if you needed to feed off him to survive. Felt too good. "Can this be an occurrence?" You wonder, voice faltering, but that didn't stop your fingers from caressing his plump lips.

Heat rises to Jace's face and neck, he barely contains the grin plastered on his face. "I wouldn't mind. Would you like it to be an occurrence?"

You nod your head eagerly, hands now around his neck. "I am afraid your lips are the best thing I have ever tasted."

Jace laughs to mask his embarrassment. "Ever the charmer. Maybe you should stop listening to the bards as much."

"Shush it, will you? This was my first kiss, actually," You confess. "Now I understand why people enjoy it so fervently."

He smiles fondly and scratches his head nervously before he speaks again, arms wrapped around your waist once more. "It was my first as well."

You blink twice, amazed by that piece of information. "Truthfully?"

"Yes," He chuckles. "Why would I lie about that?"

"It's surprising, that's all," You tilt your head. "Most young men like you are often engaged in depravity."

He rolls his eyes. "I am no prude, that I can assure."

"Doesn't sound like it." You tease.

"I was just waiting for a certain someone to indulge in these sinful desires."

You gasp excessively at his crudeness before giggling. You know he is joking, partially, the curves of his mouth lifted and the joyful look in his eyes indicates it. "Do it again."

He does, softly and slowly. You relish it, eyes fluttering shut as your blood runs hot.

"I might get addicted to this." You murmur, forehead resting on his.

"So will I." He says quickly before capturing your lips again.

This time your lips move together, growing more wet and provocative, and the second your tongues finally touch, the kiss deepening, your whole body jolts forward. A growing flame sets roots on your lower stomach. It's messy, a clash of teeth and instinctive tongues, but it's new and thrilling, and absurdly wonderful.

Jace holds you as if you are the most precious thing to exist and he is afraid you will vanish, or that he will wake up in his bed at any moment. His heart almost jumping off his chest reminds him this could not be a dream, though it certainly feels like one. It does not take long until you both establish a pace, and he swears this is the closest thing akin to flying. He feels remarkably light and excited, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was glowing inside out, the warmth spreading from head to toe inside him almost overwhelming.

Everything disappears, the people, the animals, the waves, and the wind on your ears, making your dress float. It's just the two of you and your lips eagerly moving together in such harmony you could fool one as being experienced lovers. You grab the hair at the nape of his neck, and Jace shudders. His body always seems to be warmer than your cold hands, and he loves the feel of this difference.

You are out of breath, struggling to keep pace, but you do not wish to stop, too greedy now that you finally got a taste of him. You could kiss him forever, you realize. However, you must. You are still in the open for anyone to see. Jace seems to have the same trail of thought as you as he parts, panting. You laugh out of pure happiness, lips swollen and eyes hooded.

"Certainly a new vice."

Jacaerys grins at you. "We should have done this sooner."

You can only agree. "Now we can make up for the lost time."

"And not get in trouble while we are at it." He steps back against his desire and looks around. Jace could only describe the lack of your body pressed to his as sickening. Still, when his eyes find yours again, he smirks.

"We will be careful." You rest your hands behind your back. "Do you wish to go to my chambers?"

Jace's throat bobs. He'd been at your chambers countless times, but he could not help but let his mind wander to dangerous scenarios after your shared kisses. He knew it was far from reasonable, but you probably meant no mischief, and he knows how to control himself and his urges, so he nods.

You two get to your destination with no trouble, both knowing the castle and its hidden passage and shortcuts like the palm of your hands. Once as children when your favorite play was to imagine yourselves exploring new lands, then a little bit older to sneak food and overhear the adult's conversations, and later when, more mature, it was considered inappropriate for the two of you to spend time alone. Inside your quarters, Jace's nerves calm down, your familiar scent lingering in the air is a source of comfort to him.

It is quite dark, with the sky now merging into a navy blue. No servants have passed into your room to light the candles yet, so you grab one candlestick, lighting it with one of the torches that were already lit in the hall. Then, you lock the door and light some others, your chambers gradually becoming visible.

Jace's already sitting on your bed, and you plop beside him with a wicked smile. No words are necessary as your lips find themselves locked again, hungrily and demanding, or when your hands trail each other's bodies through the soft clothing.

None of you could tell how much time has passed, too lost in the tangle of your passion. You are vaguely aware half of your body is on top of him, one of his arms circling your waist. Each kiss tastes better than the other as you both slowly grasp the craft behind kissing, growing more confident with it by the second.

But it's getting desperate and frustrating, the kisses not being quite enough to satiate your need. There is a known fire inside you, one that comes at night when you are alone, but so much stronger now, so stronger it makes thinking hard. It is primal and urging, devastating even. You want to whine, to get rid of that knot, but you cannot. It is so improper, more so than kissing a man in your private quarters, and you do not wish to scare Jace by being so forward. Seven, you were certainly scaring yourself with such heat. You don't even know what exactly you want, you just know you want badly enough to give anything that is asked of you to get it.

You shift your leg in a useless attempt to get rid of the uncomfortable dampness between your legs, but you accidentally brush your knee against Jace's crotch, and it is hard. The prince tenses beneath you, separating your lips in surprise. You pray that he cannot see how bashful you are, and you decide to occupy yourself instead, hiding your face.

Trailing little kisses along Jace's cheek, jaw, and neck. Jacaerys has to bite back a moan as you do so, his chest rising and falling way too rapidly. This feels like the seven heavens and hells at the same time. He smells mostly of sweat from the training, only a hint of his spearmint soap, but underneath it all there was just his scent, one you would custom a scented candle of if possible. You stick your tongue out, dragging it across the skin of his neck in wet kisses. Salty, delicious.

"Do you feel the same as me right now?" You ask curiously, voice muffled. "Such yearn."

Jace chuckles, his mouth drying out at the implication. His hand caresses your hair before kissing your cheek. "I feel exactly what you feel." He whispers, his voice hoarse, it does not soothe your discomfort, but the opposite.

Your breath gets caught in your throat. "It 's tempting."

"Very." He agrees. However, he is not certain either of you should act on it, thinking it would be better to get up and go to his quarters before it becomes too unbearable. The consequences of being caught would be dire. "We cannot."

"We should not, but we can."

"Alright, smart-mouthed." He rubs his fingers on your cheek lovingly as you look at him through your lashes. "Do you believe it would be worth it? Won't you regret it?"

"Hardly."

He gulps. He wants you so much, the aching in his pants proves it. But he cannot help the dread that creeps into him as well, furiously battling with his desire, and the prince has no clue who would win. He was not worried about himself, but rather with you. He was aware if you got caught and word spread around, it could ruin your life as a high-born lady. That was a terrifying risk, to imagine you suffering outlash and having your reputation strained forever. Jace didn't even let his mind wander to the paralyzing possibility of impregnating you, for various reasons. He's thinking so hard to make the decision that it almost hurts.

You notice the hesitancy, so you peck his lips calmly. "My handsome Jace, do not fret. We do not have to go any further."

"But I want to," He confesses. "More than anything."

You can hear your blood in your ears. "However…?"

"I'm nervous, about getting caught and you facing the harsher consequences, of disappointing you and making you miserable," He rambles. "Of you regretting it and hating me for eternity. I meant it, when I said I could not bear losing you. You are as important to me as the air that I breathe."

You smile fondly at him, your fingers tracing his eyebrow. "Do not choose for me. Just for you. I've made my decision. And I am unable to hate you. I'm certain I was made to love you," You chuckle. "Rest assured of that."

Jace blushes so hard it's impossible to hide it, and your amused smile only makes his cheeks grow hotter. He kisses you slowly and appreciatively. He feels at ease. The fear diminishes as he keeps savoring your mouth, the desire winning his inner battle. All Jacaerys could think about was being with you, inside you. He groans and turns your body completely in one motion, which makes you yelp in surprise. His body now hovers over yours, fitting so nicely in the middle of your legs. Your hands trail his arms to his neck as your kisses get messier.

"Tell me you really want this," He kisses your neck, making you shiver. "If you don't, I will stop."

"If you stop—" You pause to catch your breath, eyes shut as he keeps his mouth on your neck. "If you stop I will stab you."

He laughs, a sound so deep and boyish you can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

"Come here." He sits on his knees, helping you to get seated as well, your back to him.

Jace undoes the buttons of your dress clumsily and painfully slowly, and you suspect his hands are shaking. You easily get rid of it after he finally unclasps the last one, the material falling to the ground and leaving you in your thin shift. You do not know what came to you as you take it off completely, becoming fully naked in front of him.

There is no hint of shyness in him anymore, his jaw is clenched, making it even more prominent than normal, and he looks close to consuming you raw. You enjoy it.

"Fuck," He rasps, eyes unmoving from your form. "You are stunning."

You giggle a little before getting on the bed again, both of you standing on your knees. Jace wastes no time grabbing you, the feel of your bare skin intoxicating. His warm hands move along your waist to your lower back and then to the swell of your breasts. He pecks you. "Can I?"

You nod, your fine hairs stirred up due to his touches. He grips your breasts softly, as if afraid to hurt you. He massages them making you exhale loudly, and he smirks a little. He then pinches one of your nipples, circling it curiously. "Is this uncomfortable?"

"Not at all." He hums in acknowledgment.

"Should I continue?"

"Mhum."

His hold becomes firmer and you gasp. "Good?"

"Yes." You confirm before your lips find him again fiercely.

In the middle of heated kisses, you help Jace get out of his tunic, undershirt, and trouser, tossing them around your chamber. Your hands explore the defined muscles of his abdomen, training for hours on end favored his physic. You part so you can admire him, the pool of desire inside you only growing larger. He is lean but strong. When your eyes lock on his hard member, you stare at it more than you should, but he does not seem to mind. You wet your lips, amazed by it. It's pretty, you realize. You did not know it could be pretty, once you have heard a few ladies talking about how ugly it commonly was, though it still felt good. But there are no other words you would describe Jace's cock.

It just seems right with the rest of his appearance, long but not scarily so, in honesty, it looks like the perfect size, and it's thick. A large vein runs through the side, and you fight back the urge to lick it. The tip, and the base around it, are a brownish pink, and his dark pubic hair is well trimmed. You want to reach out and touch it, so you ask if you can.

"Please," Jace says airily.

Your hand wraps around it, your thumb caressing the visible vein, your eyes sparkling as you look down at the sight. Jacaerys hums, the noise coming from the deep of his throat, hips jerking slightly into your hand pleasantly and his belly's twitch doesn't go unnoticed by your gaze filled with lust. "Pup…"

Fuck. The old nickname, once so pure, back when people claimed you trailed behind him like a lost pup, into this filthy situation it's just as rapture. You run your hand around his length, stroking him. Jace cannot contain his moans, and it's delightful, his voice raspy, pleading, broken. You could hear it as music. It's the best form of encouragement, your pace quickens and you circle the slit of his head, which makes him sound particularly whiney. You gather the clear fluid leaking out of his tip, running it through his shaft, your hand sliding easily as the room is filled with lewd noises. You cannot avert your eyes off it, the skin of his cock stretching in your palm hypnotizing you.

"Ah, I-I'm close," He sounds pitiful. "Won't last, pup. I can't."

"Don't hold back, my love," You kiss his neck, right below his pulse, your stroking getting even faster. "I want to see you undone."

A strain and long moan come out of him right before a warm and sticky liquid hits your hand, some of it falling to your hip and upper thigh. Jace's face falls into the crook of your neck, body slack, and breathing hard. You tsk. "Messy boy."

He doesn't answer you, trying to catch his breath, a high pitch takes over his ears, and his head is spinning even with his eyes closed, unrecognizable forms and colors appearing behind his lids. He feels so intensely he is afraid he might not recover.

Jace looks up at you, face red and sweaty. "Sorry." He notices the mess.

You dismiss it, wrapping your hands around his neck, not minding cleaning yourself. "I like it." You assure. "Was I good?"

"Perfect," He whispers. "Absolute perfect."

You kiss him, and Jace pushes you back to the mattress, laying on your back again. The feel of your naked bodies pressed together is terrific and you never want to let go of it.

"Tell me what you enjoy and what you do not," Jace says against your mouth. "And tell me to stop if it is too much, promise me?"

You nod. "I promise."

"I will try something now." He warns and you suck in a breath in anticipation.

Although inexperienced, Jacaerys is not ignorant regarding the pleasure of the flesh. He has heard his fair share of crude stories from acquaintances, men being much less reserved than women, and making a point of being detailed. His stepfather himself has talked about it with him and his brother a couple of times, not to mention all the books in the hidden corner of the library. Jace is a perfectionist, and he did not wish to lack as a lover either, unbothered about his lady's pleasure and only seeking his own.

His middle finger grazes your sex and you gasp, not expecting it. "Is this alright?"

"Yes, just unusual."

He gently parts your folds, running it up and down, you bite your lips, it's not unpleasant, far from it. "It feels so good and inviting." He starts circling your cunt, gathering more juice. His fingers move easily due to your wetness and you squirm, searching for more friction. Jace's eyes never leave your face, studying.

When he circles somewhere around the higher point of your cunt, an extended moan leaves your mouth on its own accord. His eyes light up, and he does it again. "Good?"

You can barely find your voice. "Yes, good."

"This swollen little bud right here?" He keeps his pace on it, finger not faltering.

"Y-yes, Jace." You mewl, eyes shutting.

"What's so special about it?" He asks. "What if I lower my finger?" He moves it further down. "What do you feel here?"

You sigh, trying to contain the sounds coming from you. "It's very agreeable, but…" You don't complete the phrase, your mind goes blank with pleasure.

"Feels better here?" He goes back to the bud, pressing another finger to your womanhood as well. You can only nod in the middle of whimpers. "Can you tell why, pup?"

"It's more sensitive." Your breath stutters.

"Aw," He coos. "It's sensitive?"

"Yes, Jace, please don't stop." You beg, nails digging into his shoulders, hips raising to meet his pace. This is so far the best thing you have ever felt in your life.

"I do not plan on it, but there's more, agreed?"

You peck his lips. "I trust you."

He drags his finger to your hole, calmly entering you, your cunt clenching so tightly with the intrusion the brunette stops advancing, giving you time to get used to it. He almost moans at the thought of his finger replaced by his cock. "It's okay, pup, just breathe. You're tense. How does it feel?"

You furrow your brows, it's not either pleasant or unpleasant. "It's a tiny bit uncomfortable."

"Do I continue or stop?"

"Continue." You decide, and he keeps going until it reaches his knuckle.

"Tell me when to move."

You inhale and exhale, trying to loosen up as Jace advised you to, and it does not take long until you are lifting your hips again, the slight sting now completely gone and replaced by enjoyment. Jacaerys starts pumping his finger, and you moan, your whole body tingling with the new sensation. When he curls it, hitting a specific spot that makes your back arch involuntary and your hands grip the sheets, you are convinced you are floating. Jacaerys laughs amusedly as if you are the most diverting thing he'd ever seen in his life. He pulls it out, dragging it back to your bud, then pumping it inside again, and continuously so. A delicious torture that makes you whine uncontrollably. The wet sounds make Jace's cock pulsate.

"You want another one?" He asks.

You shrug, lost in your bliss. He inserts another finger, audibly groaning due to the tight fit, he does not have as much space anymore and your velvety walls wrap his fingers marvelously. He looks at you, looking for any sign of discomfort, but he finds none, your expression one of sheer delight. He pumps his fingers, your moans the most alluring thing he ever heard. You spread your legs further, giving him a better angle.

"Faster, please." You pant, your hand covering your mouth as you try to muffle your cries.

He obeys, his fingers unrelenting. "Which one do you prefer?" Jace questions. "Here," He presses his fingers firmly into your bud. "Or here?" He slid them inside you again.

"B-both."

"Yes? What about this?" He brings the thumb of his other hand to your bud while his two fingers keep pumping inside you, stimulating you exorbitantly. "Does it feel great?"

An answer doesn't leave your lips, there is no need to. Your gasp mixed with a tremble and somehow a scream does it for you.

"Oh, mhum, that's it," His pace increases. "My good beautiful girl."

You try to respond to him but you are just babbling and squirming, the corner of your eyes wet from tears. You press your lips together to get quieter, but the whimpers are far beyond your control.

"So wet," Jace muses. "You are soaking my hand, you know that?"

"Sorry."

He kisses you. "Never apologize for it."

Your moans get louder once again, and one of Jace's hands leaves your cunt to cover your mouth. You bite into it. "Shh, I need you to be a little quieter, pup."

You fear you cannot, you feel weightless, nothing crossing your mind but the feel of his fingers inside you and the chase for release. The palm of his hand brushing against your bud makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, and all of sudden the building pleasure crashes down, astoundingly powerful. You feel a shiver running from head to toe as your body spasms, your face twisted in satisfaction, and your heart racing. You whine as you keep grinding on his hand. Your breathing slows down, and your eyes struggle to remain fully open.

"Are you well?" You can hear the teasing in Jace's tone as he props each of his arms on one side of your head.

You fight off your drowsiness. "I have never been better."

He chuckles. "Want to come to an end?"

You rub his cheeks, shaking your head. "I want all of it. What about you?"

"Me too." He breathes in. "Are you ready?"

You nod and you kiss once again before he lines himself up to your entrance. "If you want to cease it, do not be afraid to tell me, I won't be mad. It's important to me that you are enjoying it too, yes?"

"I swear I will." You reassure him.

He enters you slowly, and you pinch your eyebrows as you grimace. Jace is quick to intertwine your hands together, squeezing them to offer you some comfort. Unlike his fingers, his cock does hurt, the burning almost maddening, as if he is ripping you apart. You close your eyes and sigh deeply. The prince groans in elation, being inside you is better than his mind could ever have imagined.

"Ah, fuck," Jace mutters, coming to a halt when his cock is halfway through. Your cunt swallows him almost cruelly and sweat covers his forehead, some damp locks of his hair sticking to it. His cheek grows reddish by the second. Jace looks pained but for a very different reason than you. "You are too tight, pup, it's agonizing."

His face falls into your neck, his hands almost crushing yours as he tries to control himself, the fluttering of your cunt around his member might as well drive him insane. His breath tickles you and you caress his hand as he trails little kisses along your collarbone.

His quietness is certainly a sign of how hard he is trying to keep his eagerness at bay, but he does not need to speak anymore. When Jace looks up at you, his brown eyes full of intimacy and admiration, you know he would wait as much as necessary, or just halt completely if you said the word.

"Keep going." You say.

He does, and his moan in the shell of your ear, as he enters you completely, thrills you, distracting you from a particularly sharp pain that steals your breath for a second. Jace doesn't move anymore, and you kiss his shoulder. "Just wait a little bit." You whisper, closing your eyes as you adjust to it.

"Take all the time you need, beautiful."

Despite the discomfort, you enjoy the fullness in the middle of your legs, as if not an inch of you is empty. And of being as close as humanly possible to him, the skin against skin feels glorious and promising. You squeeze his hand and Jace kisses you, consumingly and magnificent, for you don't know how long. You come back to your senses when his thumb circles your bud, making you immediately whimper and perk up. Your walls seem to loosen up a bit and you start to writhe curiously, wetting your lips as you do so.

"Should I move?" Jacaerys asks.

"Yes, please."

His first thrusts are sedulous, and your soreness hasn't gone away completely, but it becomes vague. You can barely distinguish pain and pleasure now, the sensations blending. Sincerely, you did not care.

You feel great and impatient, the stretch of his girth is marvelous. Jace starts picking up his pace, and you mewl, nails scratching his back. It's unlike anything you have ever felt, ravenous, delightful, exhilarating. Jace grunts, your spongy warmth welcoming him in the best way possible. He fucks you harder, quite desperately. It feels so good, and so right, as if you were made precisely for each other, the fit simply impeccable.

Bodies glisten with sweat, the room filled with lewd noises, and his balls smack against your ass repeatedly. It only arouses you more. Both your moans mingle together in unison, creating a filthy melody. Jace pants, his movements getting more ruthless as he gets lost in the moment. He knows he's close, his lower stomach tightening dangerously.

"Pup, I'm going–" He doesn't finish, being interrupted by his broken whines as you tense around him. "I need to pull out."

Perhaps it's an instinct or the memories of your bothersome nights where you would grind on your pillow until you were satisfied, but when Jace pulls his milked cock out, jerking it off, you motion for him to stop.

You grab his manhood instead, and settle it in the middle of your folds, sliding up and down on his shaft, legs spread and raised. Jace's eyes are wild and lecherous, mesmerized by you. He curses, his moans wavering at the sight of you using his cock so deliciously.

You are far too gone, the feeling so fabulous it makes you dumb. When his head presses to your bud it's the seven heavens itself. Jace's voice thickens as he reaches his peak, his seed smearing all over your stomach in hot loads. You giggle at the mess, helping him ride out of it, your hands wrapped around his length as you continue to slide on it.

Your movements, although resolute, get sloppier as you grow needier. You gather some of Jace's spent on your belly and bring it down to your cunt as you press your fingers to your bud firmly, mixing your juices and whimpering at it. Jacaerys could've come for a second time just looking at you. He pushes his cock back into you, stirring you up even more. You are drenched, supple, and throbbing.

It's numbing, the first few seconds of your release. You would believe you have died in these brief moments of sheer excitement, feeling as light as a feather. Your body shudders on the mattress, but your mind is somewhere else, in a state of overwhelming bliss.

Jace's body falls to your side, finding it difficult to breathe. He didn't know a better sensation and he is afraid he could no longer live without it anymore. Jace smiles widely, eyes full of wonder and contentment.

The world slowly comes back into focus again, noticing the details that were completely forgotten by both of you not long ago. The air is thick and smells indecent. You shift, laying your head on Jace's chest, his heart is hammering, and there's a dull ache in the middle of your legs.

Jace caresses your hair, kissing the crown of your head. "How was it?"

"Fantastic," You answer. "And for you?"

He chuckles, "Mind-blowing."

You laugh, fingers caressing his abdomen as you look up at him. "Would you like to do it again?"

Jacaerys raises his eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his gorgeous face. "Aren't you tired, pup?"

"You invigorate me."

Jace chuckles before kissing you ardently, the prospect of having you again sending jolts of enthusiasm through his body.

"Yes, I absolutely would like to do it again."

#jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys smut #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #fire and blood imagine #hotd fanfic #jacaerys velaryon x reader

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calmcoldevening · 2 years

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Slashers x crying reader

Well, i think you can read it if you have bad episode or smth like that, honey)) Just know that they love you!

Tw: gender neutral reader, crying

Bubba Sawyer

♡ Honey, what's wrong? Has someone offended you? Nabbins? Drayton? One of the victims?

♡ Seeing your tears, Bubba will be beside himself with worry. A man will immediately rush to you, wrapping his sweaty palms around your cheeks with excitement. Jerky sounds will come out of his mouth, more like meowing or babbling of a child, but you clearly see fear in this.

♡ Without waiting for your clear explanation, Bubba will pick you up in his arms and take you to the kitchen, seating you on the table. With shaking hands, he will fill a glass with water and carry it to you in the hope that this will help you connect a couple of words.

♡ Sawyer Jr. will circle around you and try in every way to calm you down. Just tell me who offended you, and he will kill that person!

♡ Just look at those copper eyes sparkling with tears, he's like a scared puppy worried about his beloved mistress!

♡ When you calm down, you will go for a walk together or, if the weather is bad, which is unlikely, you will stay at home and lie on the bed in an embrace.

♡ During Drayton's next trip to the city, Bubba will certainly ask his brother to buy you ice cream or some small sweets, marmalade, for example. After all, the Sawyer brothers like you (after all, you're their youngest's favorite, which means you're a family member), so most likely one ice cream won't hit Sawyer Senior's pocket much.

♡ Bubba is a very vulnerable boy who worries about literally everything in this world, and first of all about you and your brothers. So please don't get too upset about the little things. The boy is very sensitive and literally copies your emotions, albeit unconsciously. Cheerful you are — cheerful Bubba, which means he has more strength to produce meat for the family.

Michael Myers

♡ When he sees you crying, he'll just stand up and stand rooted to the spot. The lifeless black eyes of his snow-white mask will look at you for a long time, studying your emotions.

♡ Michael has never understood either his emotions or the emotions of others, so don't expect some kind of violent reaction and quick consolation from him.

♡ He will find you on the bed in your own bedroom. You were sitting with your arms wrapped around your knees and your face buried in them, sobbing softly. At first, a man wouldn't understand why you're whining and shaking a little.

♡ You will not raise your head at him, trying to calm the hysteria as quickly as possible, knowing how Michael does not like extraneous noise. But after a couple of minutes, the mattress next to you will slip, and a strong heavy hand will appear on your shoulder. Michael, without waiting for your response, will turn you around and hold you to his chest.

♡ He doesn't understand your emotions, your cheekbones and tears, but he sees that you feel bad. Michael remembers that when he's not in the mood, you always read a book, put your head on your lap and slowly comb his hair until the headache subsides, or just somehow calm down and take care. Next to you, the voices in his head are unusually silent. You make his life easier, give him shelter, food and attention, so now he wants to do the same.

♡ Burrowing into his clothed shoulder, you will burst into tears even more, soaking his jumpsuit with tears. Michael will continue to patiently pat you on the back, waiting for you to feel better. He'll just be with you.

♡ After what happened, it's better not to mention Michael's tenderness. He's not used to taking care of you the same way you take care of him, it's new to him, and it's scary. Otherwise, he will leave the house for a couple of days to vent his anger.

♡ If you also want to somehow show your feelings and thank Michael — arrange a movie night, having previously bought various sweets for Myers. He will definitely like the horror movie and candy. And after that, Michael will feel a little more confident and relaxed next to you.

♡ Over time, Michael will be able to understand you better and will really be able to help with the next attack. You won't know about it, but whenever he sees couples with similar situations, he will slightly delay their hour of death to see how best to behave next to you at this moment. You'll see, this boy learns very quickly.

Bo Sinclair

♡ If Bo sees you crying, he'll probably think it's a joke. A man can make a couple of jokes about you on this score. It is his style to apply even where it is completely inappropriate (he translates most of his problems into a joke). But when he does not see your reaction, that is, the expected laughter or the same poisonous remark, he will be wary.

♡ Your body is still shaking from crying, and the room is filled with long sobs. What kind of freak did this to you?

♡ Bo will come to you and sit next to you. A man will wrap his hands around your cheeks, wiping the tracks of tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. He will smile bitterly and put his forehead to yours, rubbing it lightly. The man will let out a light sigh, but it will calm you down. He will lightly kiss you on the lips, then on the nose, cheeks, until you burst into a relieved laugh.

♡ When you can breathe evenly, occasionally sobbing, Bo will put you on his lap and start talking about everything that comes into his head, just to distract you from sad thoughts.

♡ A few days or even weeks will pass after the incident, but Bo will still treat you with reverence and monitor you and your mood in every possible way.

♡ From time to time, Bo will leave you gifts or some nice little things to cheer you up. Just don't be surprised if it's the thing of one of Ambrose's recent victims. They don't need these items anymore, but they will make you smile.

♡ When you're sad, Bo even tries to be less of a bastard than usual. If he still feels your depression, a man can offer a relaxing massage that can bring you to your senses.

♡ But after a while everything will return to normal, and instead of a moderately caring guy, your eccentric asshole lover will return.

#slashers x reader #fanfic #michael myers x reader #michael myers #michael myers rz #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #you can read it if you feel bad #you're the best #they love you

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natasha-in-space · 8 months

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RFA boys+ jihyun having a child who is a "daddy's kid" to the point that their wives are annoyed (like why does he love you so much)

Yoosung

Yoosung is a dad who I think is laid-back and fun. He is a parent, with whom you can share your stressful day at school and get genuine understanding and an uplifting pat on the head that will leave you feeling relieved and secure almost immediately. He's a bit clumsy, of course, as he's used to being the youngest in practically every group he has ever been in. And now that place is taken by someone else! His kid can build a genuine bond with him through mutual trust and understanding, thanks to his easy-going attitude. It's not surprising to see his child growing up to have a deep affection for their cool father. Yoosung will chuckle and pinch your cheeks if you pout and grumble about him stealing all the attention for himself. He finds it absolutely adorable to see you huff and puff, but you can't hide the smile blooming in the corners of your mouth as your child clings at his legs with happy giggles falling from their lips. The sight is too cute to be upset about. On the weekend, he will make certain to arrange a family picnic for you two. One where you all will be spending quality time together as a family.

Zen

Zen is a doting father, hands down. His family did not provide him with support, self-confidence, or even a trustful place for him to share his real struggles during his childhood. With his own family now with you, he will make sure to never make those same mistakes again. Unfortunately, that means that he has a habit of spoiling his kid a bit too much. It's nothing too bad, but it still leaves you as the one being the strict parent telling your kid that, no, eating another ice-cream is not a good idea, and that will make them sick. I'm not saying that Zen isn't capable of being strict. Despite this, he may encounter difficulties with his approach. He's anxious to not come off as too controlling or judgemental. And hey, there is nothing wrong with having a couple of hurdles. Parenthood is a journey filled with many twists and turns that you can't be ready for. With you two working as a team, though, you will get through anything. Zen's love language is words of affirmation, so he'll be praising you in the eyes of your kid quite often. It's sweet. It teaches your child to be confident in sharing their inner thoughts.

Jumin

Jumin is... he's a bit clumsy when it comes to parenthood, but in a very endearing and sweet way. Unfortunately, Jumin didn't have a very good and healthy childhood to look back on. I actually think that having a child of his own will nudge him into actually processing and acknowledging the neglect and abuse he had to go through in his childhood and early adulthood. He wants to believe that his father a good man. That their relationship is one of support and love. After all, Jumin is a family man. But, as he tries to seek out his father for advice, he realizes that... he doesn't want to raise his own child in the same way his father raised him. And that makes him pause. Jumin is a father who is deeply loving and tender. His child receives all the respect and warmth in the world from him. He supports them on every tiny interest they have, almost to a funny degree. His kid likes dinosaurs? You will receive a package filled with encyclopedias and scientific literature on the subject that he will read through with the most captivated look on his face. Does his kid like watching magical girl anime? Well, now he has sparkly pink stickers on his every office supply, and he is not ashamed to show them off. Jumin Han loves his family with all his heart, and he will express it to the world without any shame. However, if he notices that you are growing a bit jealous of the way your child is always showering him with affection, he will have a talk with them. It's almost unbelievable how well he communicates with his child. You will come home to an adorably drawn card with you three holding hands and smiling, that your child has drawn for you. And a small doodle from Jumin on the back.

Saeyoung

Saeyoung is yet another father who is devoted to his child almost to a fault. He is both excited and terrified about his future as a parent at the same time. To say that he had a difficult childhood would be like saying nothing at all. Heck, if you ask him, he'll tell you that he feels like he had no childhood. From as early as he can remember, he has always been the caretaker. The protector. He had to. To survive, it was necessary for him and his brother. So, all he has on what it means to be a good parent is based on media he has consumed. He has no other source to seek advice from. Sure, he considered V to be his father, but... he'd much rather not think about that now. He's trapped in a very paralyzing dilemma. He's a family man, and he wants to start his own happy family with you. He adores kids, and the idea of having a tiny person to spoil and take care of makes him grin so wide. But, at the same time, he feels utterly terrified at the prospect of becoming a parent. He is afraid of hurting the child, even if it wasn't his intention. Terrified of making the same mistakes his caretakers have made. Terrified of this responsibility. It's something he'll have to resolve in therapy, before you two decide on having children, be it by adoption or natural means. As an actual father, however? His child will never feel unloved. He showers them in gifts, treats, books, all kinds of things! He spends his every evening with them. He is involved in their school life and their interests. He is always there for them. So, it's not that hard to imagine your kid growing a bit too attached to their amazing dad. Saeyoung will tease you about a bit, sure. But, in a typical Saeyoung fashion, he will prepare a surprise for you and your child. One that will connect you and provide you with much-needed alone time. Maybe a game of an escape room, or maybe a video game he created just for you two. Either way, it's a fun way to remind you just how wonderful this man truly is.

Jihyun

Talking about this with Jihyun is amusing because Lucy is shown to be quite playful with him. But, who's to say he can't switch your roles at times? Jihyun's perk as a father is his supportive attitude. Much like Zen, he grew up in a family that forced him to deny his true wants and desires, and he wants to do all he can to make sure that Lucy never has to be ashamed of what her tiny heart is longing for. He'll just be a bit concerned if she starts hanging out with Uncle Saeyoung too much, to the point where she wants to build robots for a living. Jihyun is not very good at technology! He does his best to engage with her, though. You can't help but laugh as you catch them playing video games one evening, Lucy absolutely crushing your husband on every single round. From what you can tell, Uncle Saeyoung taught her well. If Lucy doesn't spend enough time with you, I don't think it'll be an ongoing issue. You and Jihyun have built a very healthy and open communication between yourselves, so the problem will get brought up almost immediately. And resolved just as quickly.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #yoosung kim #zen ryu #jumin han #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #yoosung x reader #zen x reader #jumin x reader #saeyoung x reader #jihyun x reader #cute fluffy scenarios right after an angsty and dark one???#more likely than you think #the best of both worlds

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sw33ts444 · 6 months

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frozen crown

pairing: prince!leon x fem!reader x knight!wesker

synopsis: this marriage was something you were not looking forward to. your kingdom was struggling to maintain afloat, so you, the eldest and most demure of all your sisters, were arranged to be married of to the crown prince of the most successful, powerful empire on the continent. having to leave behind your whole life, your native kingdom, and have to marry someone who was not the knight who had stolen your heart was quite possibly your worst nightmare. but... this was for the good of your people...

content warnings: sexual content

wc: 2,031

an: hihi!! i'm going to do my best to keep leon and wesker in character but i can't make any promises as this is a completely different universe. honestly cant decide if the ml will be leon or wesker. will most likely be leon tho! pls lmk if i accidentally switch to 3rd pov, i'm not used to 2nd pov. ps. the residents are evilin

other chapters: 2

1: departure

"Sister, do you really have to go?" The youngest princess, Lucille, begged. You were in the midst of choosing clothes to travel in with your two ladies-in-waiting, choosing different gowns that would survive the long journey north. You let out a long sigh as you turned to the younger. She was just 13, a girl of ten years younger. And perhaps the sister you were closest out of the five girls your parents bore. She was innocent, naïve, and terribly sheltered. You gave her a gentle smile as you strode over to sit beside her on the bed as the ladies-in-waiting worked on moving your gowns into suitcases.

Placing her hand in yours, you spoke. "I do. I have to go so our parents can continue to take care of you and the residents of our kingdom." You tucked a loose hair behind her ear as she gave you a solemn look.

"Why does it have to be you?" She grumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. "Can't it be Eleanor? She's younger and... and... I mean she's not as good as you but we need someone like you here! Who else will kepp the nobility in check and help the people?"

"Perhaps it will be you, Lucy," you smiled at her. "Learn etiquette, politics, how to care for our kingdom. I will support you... As the imperial consort." The final sentence came out strangled, your voice cracking as the words struggled to come out. Imperial consort... A fate you wished you could avoid.

Your kingdom was struggling to stay afloat, famine, droughts, and diseases were running rampant across the land. The royal coffers were not enough to fund the resources necessary to create solutions. If it were not for the diamond mines recently found, your marriage to the powerful northern empire would never have happened. In exchange for support towards your small kingdom, the empire would receive you and the rights to the diamond mines. It was of little solace to know you were worth the same priceless amount of multiple diamond mines.

Tomorrow was D-Day. The day you left for the empire. The day you would leave everyone and everything you left behind. Including your secret lover. Including your dearest Albert Wesker.

Albert Wesker was your assigned royal guard by your father. The most capable of all knights, the captain himself. He was far older than you, old enough to have sired you. And yet, there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you. When he was first assigned to you when you came of age, he was cold and unforgiving, never having said a word. But you must've grown on him over time, because there came a point where his attraction to you was undeniable. Of course, as eldest princess, you had a duty to keep your integrity. But that didn't stop you from sharing stolen, forbidden moments and tender kisses. Leaving him and being promised off to another was, as shameful as it felt to admit, possibly the worst part of this arranged marriage. Though, there was some mercy. He and your ladies-in-waiting were allowed to escort you to the empire, but from there, it was a high chance that they would be replaced with people native to that land.

The day was coming to an end far too quickly. After comforting Lucille, you had dinner with the rest of your family. It was a subdued affair. And soon you were up in your room again for your final night, but not alone.

"Wesker," you breathed, choking back tears. He had been waiting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, but as soon as you entered he crossed the room in few strides, pulling you into a desperate embrace. This was out of character for him. He never seemed desperate. "Wesker," you repeated, the tears that you so greatly wanted to keep hidden spilled forth as you buried your head in his chest. He gently rubbed your back in a comforting, gentle way. A tenderness he would only ever show you.

"Shhh, dearheart, I'm here." His voice was husky, laced with pain. He separated for a moment to pick you up, and he carried you to your bed, drawing the curtains aside before gently placing you down. He climbed in with you, entwining his body with yours beneath the silk sheets. And he kissed you, tenderly, so gentle it was like he was scared of breaking you. But it soon became heated, passionate, filled with desperation. His hands wandered your body, expertly removing your dress. Luckily, today you hadn't worn a very complicated one. Both of your garments now to the side, he returned his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth, drawing a gasp of surprise from you. His hands left hot trails everywhere they went; it was as if he was trying to memorise every inch of your body.

His mouth moved from yours down to your jaw and your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, careful not to do anything that would leave lasting marks. Eventually his mouth made its way to your breast, latching on to your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, trying to keep your noises as suppressed as possible. His tongue flicked and teeth grazed at your nipple whilst his hand played with your other breast, making sure to give the two of them equal attention. Your moans spilled forth, "Wesker!" Your noises seemed to light a flame within him as he began to move down your body, placing kisses on your soaked panties as he hitched your legs up on his shoulders. This was uncharted territory. You had never let him touch there, to maintain your dignity as a princess, you had always cited. But tonight was different. Tonight was possibly your last night to enjoy his embrace.

The older made eye contact with you, eyes asking for permission, but even with this being the final night, you could not bring yourself to breach your morals and teachings. Although, for going as far as you already have, you might as well. You bit your lip, struggling to come to a decision, but the hesitation was answer enough for Wesker. He moved out from inbetween your legs, guilt panging in your chest as your eyes fell to the tent in his undergarments. If only he was your intended, your future, your destiny. Desire burned beneath your underwear.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him as he hovered above you.

He shook his head in response, "Don't apologise, dear," he laid a gentle kiss on your forehead before laying beside you. "You hold steadfast to your beliefs; it's something I love about you."

"I'm going to miss these nights we spend together," the lump was forming in your throat once more.

"So will I, princess, so will I." Moments of silence passed as you two simply enjoyed each other's company, his hands roamed your body freely, but a lot more tenderly than before.

"Do you remember when you were first assigned as my guard?" You whispered, a small smile gracing your face as you caressed his cheek.

A frown played about his lips. "I would rather not think about those days, dearheart."

You giggled in response. "Why? It's so silly to think back on."

"I was cruel to you, then. Treated you far colder than an esteemed princess ought to be treated."

"Being cold is just who you are." You paused, planting a soft peck on his lips. "I'm just glad you warmed up to me."

He smirked, drawing you in for a deeper kiss, still ever-so gentle. "Who could resist this charm of yours?" He smacked your ass and buried his head into the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as possible. You had yelped in surprise at his sudden actions, but it quickly melted into giggles as his breath tickled your neck.

"Albert Wesker, I love you."

"I love you too," his response sounded filled with more sorrow than anything else.

The next day was busy; Wesker had gotten up to leave before the sun rose, despite your pleas, so the maids and your ladies-in-waiting would not find the two of you together. It was right in time that you got your garments on as well, as the ladies-in-waiting came in and drew the curtains almost as soon as you finished. They assisted you in bathing and getting dressed and having a quick breakfast before escorting you outside, where the row of carriages holding all your luggage was kept. It wasn't as much as one would expect from a royal; usually there would be as many as ten carriages, but being frugal and considering the state of your kingdom, you decided to take only two carriages of luggage.

And now, it was time for your awaited departure, which came all too soon. Your family was waiting by the carriage, and the palace staff were standing bowed as a farewell. These people, whom you have known your whole life, you may never see again. Tears welled up in your eyes as you walked towards your family, curtsying to the king and queen. "Greetings to the sun and moon of the kingdom," your ladies-in-waiting followed suit.

"Daughter..." Your father sighed, gesturing for you to stand upright. Your father wasn't one for affection, but his eyes were swimming with a multitude of emotions as he placed a firm hand on your shoulder. "You are doing us a great service, my daughter. My eldest daughter whom I feel nothing but pride and joy for." Your mother, the queen, sobbed quietly as she pulled you in for a hug.

"My dear, sweet, kind, girl," she whispered, "I know you'll make us proud." She separated and placed a gentle hand on your cheek to wipe away your streaming tears with her thumb.

"Thank you, mother," as you turned to your sisters, Lucille leaped into your arms, unabashedly sobbing loudly.

"You have to write me! All the time! Ok?!" She cried, burying her face into your cloak.

"I will," you croaked, patting her hair as comfortingly as possible. "I trust you to study diligently," you lowered your head to whisper in her ear, "I will support you if you decide to pursue the crown." She nodded. As you straightened yourself, the other three sisters approached you. None of them showing nearly as much emotion as your parents or Lucille. Two of them, Eleanor and Maribelle, envied your prowess whilst the other, Georgina, fears retribution from the olders if she were ever to side with you.

"Farewell, sister. I'll make sure to take on your duties and help care for our kingdom in your absence," Eleanor gave a wicked smile. Maribelle and Georgina didn't say a word.

"Thank you, kind sister, but I trust our parents far more than an inexperienced princess. I know you are eager to learn, but mistakes are far more costly to fix. Please, take your time in learning well my duties before you take them up," Your tone was sweet, and you felt a small twinge of amusement as the smile plastered on her face faltered.

"Safe... safe travels," Georgina's small voice came out from behind Maribelle. Her nervousness was the only thing that stood out about this princess.

"Your Highness, I am afraid it is time for us to depart." Abigail, one of your ladies-in-waiting, murmured. You separated from Lucille, who was still sobbing loudly, clenching her gown in her fists.

"Thank you, all. I will make sure to write and do our kingdom proud. And if time allows, I will visit as well." Wesker, who stood by your carriage, opened the door and held out a hand to help you in, which you took. As the carriages pulled away from the palace, your family stood, waving at you. It was a heartbreaking sight to see; you're finally leaving everything you've ever known behind. Your whole life, your whole family, what you thought would be your future, your whole everything. The tears couldn't seem to stop flowing from your eyes, no matter how much you wiped away at them.

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touchoflaughter · 3 months

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how old were you and your cousins when you started having the infamous tickling battles? 🥺

Hello everyone! Long time no see!

Since I received numerous messages (there are even more) about one of my Cousins, I decided to come back with a little Q&A!

First of all, I think it’s time do give him a name so y’all don’t have to refer to him as ‘MMA cousin’ 😂 for better understanding we’ll call him Aiden, alright?

So i generated two pictures for y’all by describing us in much detail and I gotta say he actually looks almost exactly like that! While I look a little more linke the girl in the left, he resembles the guy in the right a little more. Aiden and I are almost the same age (actually 10 days difference), so we grew up like twins and many said we even looked like twins until the age of 13. When we were little, I didn’t like him that much because he always teased me (and also used his brothers for backup). That was his only form of communication until we were about 10 years old.

One day, all of a sudden, he came up to me from behind and tickled my sides in front of our whole family! I was so embarrassed that I ran away 🫠 and he came after me…

Oh well that day was the beginning of our Lee & Ler dynamics. He continued tickling me the whole day, chasing me around the house and I didn’t know what to do! I was in that age I started realizing my fixation on tickling is probably out of the norm and I was highly afraid anyone would notice. And then he came around and just made no freaking secret of his own liking for it! I was in shock 😂

When he continued tickling me every time we saw each other, I started realizing it’s his new way of teasing and it was almost adorable how much he loved making people laugh. Tbf when we were little, he was always the victim of tickle attacks since he was the youngest out of his siblings. He got humbled right before my eyes about a hundred times and I never came to help him (because I was afraid myself, ok?). When we were ten, he finally started striking back and seemed to develop a taste for the powerful position.

As you can see in the pictures, he’s a big, tough guy and he started getting big in the tender age of 13. We both got into Martial Arts and Powerlifting at the same time what welded us together but he made muuuch more progress (at least in the Gym) in a short time. He became bigger and bigger and I tried to keep up through technique. But since He learned almost the same stuff it was impossible to be a match for him. We loved to play fight and show each other tricks we’ve learned but when we turned 14 I knew I’d only win with a good portion of luck and on our 15th birthday I knew, I wouldn’t win at all. Never again. He’s one of the very few people I can’t overpower fighting so I stand no freaking chance when it comes to tickling.

We’re now both 22 (to the Anon who asked that question) and I definitely had the most influential and intense tickle experiences with him. Since we fought all the time (for fun though) it often lead to tickling. When we grew older, he insisted in a fair win but as soon as he had me in a chokehold, leg lock, armbar or whatever, he started tickling ruthlessly. I had no chance, no way to escape. Sometimes our showdowns got a little too wild and our moms were really mad about the injuries we suffered. But we had our fun, believe it or not 😂

Oh well, I realized I still didn’t answer most of the questions… alright let’s get into that:

1. Here’s the irl-story the Anon is referring to. I don’t exactly know how long it went on. I get the feeling it always seems to be longer than it actually is, cause it’s torture ya know? Probably two minutes or so. And he definitely does both. When he has me in a good headlock or another position I can’t move, he love’s to go for the light scribbles, pokes and little squeezes. He loves to tease and enjoy my helplessness. In all other scenarios he has to tickle more rough cause I’m fighting back with all I got. But I couldn’t say who ich one is worse. Both are!

2. I’d say every time Aiden had me captured with no one around was pretty intense. Sometimes I was actually pretty afraid of him, cause he often goes overboard when we are alone. Somehow he pulls himself together when we have an audience. But I remember one time, we were about 16 years old, we had a sit-in with our cousins and some friends, when he and one of our cousins sat on each of my arms and tickle my upper body without any mercy in front of all these people! That one was even worse than the merciless attacks in private. What made it even more unbearable, was that the other cousins gf was watching us as well. Ugh I was so ashamed! Her face said it all: She hated seeing her boyfriend having the time of his life by tickling the shit out of his female cousin.

3. Yeah I have a pretty entertaining story in mind but I guess that go beyond the scope completely. I’ll write another irl-story about it soon!

Hope you liked the little story time! See you soon! 🌞

#irl tickles #tickle community #sfw tickles #tickle q&a #tickle story #tword content

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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Sensei’s Smile

Words: 1,478

Iwa Gai Au: Smile

Pairing: Mentioned Kakagai

Characters: Hyuga Neji, Rock Lee, Tenten, Maito Gai

The world was full of smiles. Everywhere he looked Neji could see different types of smiles, ranging from big to small or genuine to fake, everyone seemed to have a smile that was unique to them.

Even if two people smiled the same, it was still unique to each individual in some small way. Gai-Sensei and Lee were the perfect example of this. Both of them had that wide toothy grin that gleamed in the sunlight and could blind an army with just the right angle of the sun, but there were subtle differences.

Lee’s smile was softer. His lips didn’t curl up as far across his face, and although it was a blinding sort of smile it was also genuine. On the other hand, Gai-Sensei’s was wider. His smile took up his whole face, even scrunching up against the corner of his eyes, yet it didn’t have the same gleam in his eyes.

Gai-Sensei’s smile was one he put on for show. A mask that he wore so that the people around him thought everything was alright and didn’t bother to check in on him.

Most people didn’t bother to check in on the man who was always smiling, after all. They chose instead to believe that everything was alright. A man who smiled that wide couldn’t have anything wrong with him, right?

Neji knew better, though. He’d seen so many different types of smiles growing up that he’d learned to tell the difference between them.

The fake smile, offered as a comfort but with no actual kindness behind it. That was the one he’d learned about the youngest. When he was only five years old, standing in front of his father’s grave stone after the funeral. His Uncle had tried to put on an act for him, but Neji knew better than to fall for it.

The excited smile. The one that took up a person’s entire face, not in size but in emotion. It was the smile that reached all the way up into the eyes so that they sparkled. He saw that smile the most with Lee whenever he was challenging himself to complete a task, or talking about going out to lunch with Neji and Tenten.

The sad smile. He had only seen that one in Hinata’s eyes when they were younger. She’d tried to reach out to him. To hold out a hand of friendship, rather than treating him like the slave that he was. He’d rebuffed her then. Turned his back and told her to go back to her father because he wasn’t interested in being her friend. When he looked back, she’d been smiling at him but there was a sadness in her eyes.

The fond smile. Out of them all, that was his favorite. It was the smile that really reached into the soul and laid a person’s feelings out into the open. It also happened to be the smile he liked seeing on his Sensei’s face more than any other. A small tug of his lips upwards. The way his eyes scrunched up, sparkling with a hidden excitement that would never be shown on his lips.

It was a rare smile to see, but Neji always felt an odd sort of comfort whenever he saw it. Perhaps because he could tell it was his Sensei’s genuine feelings, or because it was calmer. More relaxed. He’d never liked the bright overly excited smiles, after all, so it made sense that he preferred the softer ones.

The only problem he had with that smile was the cause of it.

Gai-Sensei never had that smile on his face when he was speaking with his old teammates. The closest he got was a sort of half smile that always seemed to appear when he was amused with what was going on.

With Lee he always had the overly excited smile. Neji was certain it was his Sensei’s way of trying to support Lee, but it annoyed him at times. There were things that Lee did which he was certain warranted that softed, more genuine smile but was still rewarded with the over the top toothy grin. Sometimes he wanted to complain on his teammates behalf, but it wasn’t his place so he simply sat back and watched.

When that tender smile came up, it was always for the same reason. The same man.

Hatake Kakashi.

Whether his Sensei was just thinking to himself, or had heard mention of the copy ninja, it always seemed to be the same. Neji didn’t know exactly what he was thinking, but he knew it was about Kakashi and he hated it.

Hated that such tenderness was saved for an enemy shinobi.

Hated that his Sensei had such deep, soft feelings for a man he couldn’t even be with.

Most of all, he hated how happy it made him to see his Sensei smile like that.

He loathed the little smile he’d feel tugging at his own lips whenever he saw his Sensei smiling like that, and how he’d have to remind himself that it was something he should be getting any sort of joy out of.

He did, though.

He loved seeing how happy his Sensei was, even if it was an enemy shinobi who made him feel that way.

He enjoyed those little moments when his Sensei’s joy really came through, lightning up his eyes with a joy that could never be properly displayed with a simple smile.

More than anything, though, he loved that there was something in the world that made his Sensei feel that way. After all the man poured into loving and appreciating others, he deserved to be happy.

Neji only wished he had better taste in lovers.

“Neji?” Tenten elbowed him in the side and snickered when he glared at her. “You zoned out.”

“I did not,” he protested. “I was just thinking.”

“Right, thinking,” rolling her eyes, she lifted a hand and gently poked him in the center of his forehead. “Thinking about Sensei being a dork over that little love letter he found?”

Glancing back at the man in question, Neji shook his head when he saw him still staring down at the note he’d found in his backpack. For the last three hours he’d been re-reading it, whispering something about needing to destroy it every once in a while but never actually doing anything that might suggest he was actually going to do it.

The entire time he was smiling that stupid, soft smile. His eyes were brighter than Neji had ever seen, a sadness settling in as he reached the end of the note but then disappearing when he returned his gaze to that first line and began reading all over again.

“How many times?” he asked as Lee sat down at his side and offered him some onigiri.

“How many times has he read it?” Tenten asked. “At least ten.”

“Thirteen,” Lee corrected her before taking a bite out of his onigiri. “And at least twice more before he puts it away.”

Seeing food spraying toward him, Neji held up a hand and cringed when it collided with his palm. “Speak with your mouth closed please,” he sighed. “And what do you mean ‘puts it away’? He should destroy it.”

Anyone self respecting Jonin would know better than to keep hold of a secret note. If anyone in Iwagakure got hold of it and figured out who it was from their Sensei was done for. Even his high rank and undying loyalty couldn’t save him from a scandal that big.

Onoki-Sama would have his rank, and his head if he could.

Swallowing his food, Lee grinned. “He’ll destroy it,” he assured Neji. “Before we enter Iwagakure no doubt, but not yet. Not before he reads it at least five more times.”

Neji wanted to argue, but he knew his teammate was right.

Their Sensei was in love, and part of being in love meant that he was going to read those little notes Kakashi left him as many times as he could. Even if it meant carrying it all the way to the gates of Iwagakure before finally destroying it.

“Ridiculous,” He grumbled.”Just…ridiculouse.”

Taking one last look at his Sensei, he sighed when he saw it again. That stupid, tender smile that always seemed to be reserved for Kakashi. A man who couldn’t even be there with him to see how their Sensei felt about it.

It seemed like such a waste, but it wasn’t Neji’s place to judge. Even if he hated it, it was his Sensei’s life. No one could choose who was worthy of another person’s most tender, loving smile.

If they had a choice, Neji was certain his Sensei would save himself the heartache and choose someone in Iwagakure, if only because he could at least be with them.

#Iwa Gai Au #Menitoned Kakagai #Maito Gai #Hyuga Neji

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weirdo09 · 2 years

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mi amante

a byler 90’s au fic(might make this a series)

moving away from chile really hurt will but he knew that they needed to move with the military fallen and the country in shambles, desperately needing stability. kind of like will at this moment but the maldonados were already on the plane to hawkins, indiana. just because he knew why didn’t mean he liked it all the same. to be truthful, will thought that the move was mierda(bullshit) but he wouldn’t say that in front of his mom, the one who was struggling the most. she’d just divorced with jonathan and will’s father, leonardo ‘lonnie’. will was glad that the piece of shit was out of their lives but he would still miss his home which was forever chile.

after a 13+ hour flight, they landed in indianapolis. then after a 5 hour drive, they finally arrive in hawkins. it was a small house but it had character or at least that’s what joyce said. it was better than their tiny apartment in the outskirts of santiago. first look around the house, will would say that it’s cozy, maybe even livable if you got rid of all the boxes full of things. they brought a few things from chile like photo albums, joyce’s record player and so on. will headed to his new room and sat down on his bed, there he thought that he should give america a try.

first off, will woke up with the most excruciating headache then, he tripped and fell in the shower. “mierda!”(fuck!) will exclaimed roughly . jonathan knocked on the door, “ciuda esa boquita!” (watch your language!) he called before going in the kitchen, will huffed. after quickly changing, he rushed into the kitchen to get some breakfast. jonathan was just finished making empanadas de pino, will could smell it from a mile away. he grabbed one and took a bite, “veo que alguien tiene hambre.”(i see someone’s hungry) jonathan said chuckling, will rolled his eyes. joyce popped into the kitchen due to the smells coming from there.

“hola cariño, listo para tu primer día?” (hi, baby, ready for your first day?)joyce asked will, fluffing his hair. will groaned in protest but smiled. “hola, ma, sí.”(hi, mom, yes) will replied, taking another bite of his empanada de pino. joyce played a record of paty maldonado then she gave her youngest son a tender look, “aww, mi bébé ya esta tan grande!”(aww, my baby’s all grown up!) joyce gushed, pinching will’s cheeks. will yelped “mamá! me tengo que ir!”(mom, i have to go!) joyce stopped pinching his cheeks,”oh, ok, ten un buen día!”(oh ok, have a good day!) she called as will made his way to the door. “ok, mamá.”(alright, mom) will said before waving his family goodbye. “te amo, cariño!”(i love you, baby!)joyce said before will closed the door.

like most american high schoolers, will had a car to drive to school. though, the other teens were probably more up to date, will’s was a 70’s chilean beaumont but he loved it nonetheless. it was a gift for his 16th birthday, jonathan and joyce were secretly saving for another car just for him and will has forever grateful. as will drove, he took a look at the scenery hawkins had to offer. sure, it wasn’t as rich as santiago but it would have to be his home now. soon after, he made it to school, will took a breath. ‘aquí vamos.’(here we go) will thought as he got out his car and locked the doors. there at those blue doors he would see a bunch of students laughing and talking. sure, he knew few english but he certainly knew more than his family.

will decided to pass the hoards of people to his home room. he took a glance at the paper he got in the mail. ‘señora jackson?’ will thought as he scoured the halls for her room. one person who caught his glance was mike wheeler, resident of hawkins since he was born. at first glance, mike could’ve swore that he’d seen the shorter boy somewhere before but soon couldn’t remember where. whatever force pushing him towards the boy must’ve been invisible because when mike looked, he saw no one behind him. he then looked at will, who was giving him an annoyed glare. “uhm, do you need help?” mike asked, will nodded in fear of him saying something in spanish. mike looked for approval to see will’s sheet, will granted it. “oh, mrs. jackson? i have her too, i’ll take you there.” mike said with a small smile.

to be honest, will was intrigued by mike coming up to him but soon lost interest until he said that he’d lead him there. will was never one to automatically accept help but he thought that this kid could be useful so he followed him. a few minutes later, the two made it to mrs. jackson room with time to spare. “uhm, thank you.” will said softly, pronouncing each word carefully. mike smiled, ‘his accent’s cute.’ he thought. “your welcome, wanna sit together?” mike asked, will looked at him before slowly nodding. they picked seats in the third row, will took a seat first, placing his bag next to his chair. mike did the same, taking out his supplies. will took out his sketchbook to pass the time, mike peered over, catching a glance at some of will’s art.

will could feel mike staring at him and he would call him out but what the heck? some boy’s seemingly obsessed with him and he’ll let him. though that doesn’t make it any less annoying, it was like mike was staring holes into him. will huffed before closing his sketchbook and putting it back in his bag, replacing with his notebook. mike took that as a sign to stop staring at will, not that he could help it. it was just that will looked so…what’s the word? hot. mike’s always thought that he was the littlest bit queer but he’s never really explored it and has never really wanted to until will. he began to think a little bit more about will before mrs. jackson called for class to begin session.

after class, the two went their separate ways to their next class. however will’s class had to be one of the most boring classes, yet. so, he asked to go to the restroom to probably wander the halls til the end of class and actually use the restroom. then, will was off….to the restroom. unluckily, mike was on his way to the restroom as well and he was carrying a… spray can? besides that, will decided to follow him because why not? he sneaked behind mike and found him graffiting a stall very poorly. this was too sad to see so will called out, “you’re doing it wrong.” mike jumped and turned out,”oh, hey! uhm what’s your name?” mike asked, will have him a look, took the spray can and did some actually good graffiti.

‘damn, he’s good, really good.’ mike thought as he and will look at his handiwork. will have mike back his can and mike looked at him like he was the best thing in the world. will gave him a confused look when he looked a little too intensely at him. “my name’s will, by the way.” will said carefully, mike nodded, “mike, mike wheeler.” he said with a sheepish smile. “chao.”(goodbye) will said before leaving the restroom. “wait-.” mike began to say but will already left. “shit.” he cursed, touching his cheeks to find they were hot. will bursted in fits of laughter when he exited the restroom and he didn’t stop until he made it back to class. the teacher looked at will unamused as he walked in. “where were you? you were gone for 15 minutes.” the teacher asked. will just stared at him, “sorry, bad food.” he said with a smirk before sitting down at his desk.

some of the students laughed and the teacher just huffed. troy whispered to him, “hey, that was good. nobody stands up to mr. harvey. want be friends?” will rolled his eyes, “no thanks.” troy huffed in annoyance “do you know who i am?” he asked, will chuckled. “i don’t need to.” he said before turning around to face this mr. harvey. troy glared at will but then turned his attention to mr. harvey. the day went by smoothly after all that well until, mike and will bumped into each other quite literally. mike wasn’t watching where he was going and tripped, falling into will’s arms. he really wanted to curse out god at that but will didn’t show any discomfort, really he just looked unamused.

“oh, shit, sorry!” mike said before scrambling out of will’s grip. will just shrugged and began to walk again when mike stopped him, “uh, hey, i wanted to ask you something!” mike called out, making will turn to face him. “can i uh have your number?” mike asked sheepishly, will started laughing. “yeah sure, mino.”(handsome guy) will replied, mike didn’t really pick up the last part but didn’t complain. will took out a marker and wrote on mike’s skin his house number. he stuck his tongue out while doing so, mike was mesmerized. “ok, there.” will said after he finished, mike just stared at him in adoration. then he shook his hand to get out of his trance, “thank you.” mike said breathlessly, will nodded with a smirk before walking away. ‘god, he’s beautiful.’ mike thought before mentally facepalming himself.

at the end of the day, mike was mentally drained. he was dreading staying there any longer but he was also dreading going home. with nancy out to college, his parents seemed to forget him more than before, if that was even possible. at least, he still had holly to look forward to seeing at home. his baby sister was his joy, one of his first best friends besides lucas and dustin. funny enough, lucas was sitting next to him, probably writing down notes for basketball practice with dustin on his far left, doodling. they both despised mrs. smith, she was the rudest teacher yet and she gave the most homework. mike was looking at the clock, counting down the seconds when they’d be dismissed.

the bell rung and mike ran at the speed of light out the room, he was so fast mrs. smith didn’t even see him leave. mike looked at his arm, will’s number still there, signed will m. ‘wonder what the m stands for.’ mike thought as he exited out the school building. walking down to his car, he spotted will about to get into his. “hey, will!” mike exclaimed, walking over to will, he looked up and smiled at him. once mike was close enough, will hummed. “uhm, i just wanted to say bye.” mike said with a smile, will nodded. “bye, mike.” he said before getting in the driver’s seat and driving away. mike watched as he did, sighing. ‘what am i doing? i can’t seriously be into this guy.’ mike thought as he continued his walk to his car.

unfortunately, there would be a unappealing surprise awaiting him there, troy. mike stopped once he saw him, troy glanced at him and smirking maliciously. mike began to slowly walk over, “what do you want, troy?” he asked, troy dryly laughed. “do you know will maldonado?” troy asked, mike looked down ‘so that’s what the m stands for.’ he thought before answering troy. “yeah, so what?” troy took his hands out of his pockets and walked closer to him. once they were a few inches apart, troy said, “he denied my proposal.” mike cackled unexpectedly. “what? did you ask to marry him or something?” mike blurted out, still laughing. troy gave him a cold stare before saying, “no! i’m not a queer! i asked to be his friend.” he said, mike stopped laughing.

“ok but what does this have to do with me?” mike asked, about to push troy to the ground and get in his car. ‘why would his rude ass ask to be his friend? he’s mine after all.’ mike thought before then thinking, ‘wait stop, will’s not yours!’ troy huffed, “i thought he’d be useful to me, i guess not. so, i’m going to beat you up, maybe that’ll satisfy me.” troy said before getting in a stance. mike had two reactions to what troy said, run until you get home or try and fight him. luckily, will just happened to cruise by when he saw what was happening, troy threw the first punch at mike. he missed but will stomped on the brakes and got out. he walked over, mike glanced over at him and troy threw another punch…..but it didn’t land for will stopped it. mike opened his eyes to see will in front of him, giving troy a death stare.

troy stumbled before getting balanced again. “ah, if it isn’t will himself!” he exclaimed, rubbing his fist. will just stared, awaiting his next move. mike just stood frozen in terror, sure after all these years, troy still terrified him. troy threw a punch and will blocked it, also throwing a punch and landing it hard at troy’s nose. troy fell back at the force of it, hitting his head on the ground. will looked at his fist, wiping the blood off on his jeans. mike looked at the scene in front of him. will had just knocked out and broken the nose of his childhood tormentor, he slowly walked over to will before stopping a few inches. will turned around to face him, “thank you, will.” mike whispered, will just stared before he was thrown into a hug.

mike had wrapped his arms around will’s waist in a hug. will stood frozen, he’d never gotten hugs like this but it felt nice so, he leaned into it. “your welcome….mike.” will whispered back, slightly tightening his grip on mike. mike chuckled wetly, letting go of will and he did the same. “uh, we should probably go home.” mike stated, wiping his eyes with his right arm.(will’s number is on his left.) will looked down at his feet then looked up at mike, “yeah.” he said with a small smile. mike returned it then walked over to his car, “see you around?” mike asked, will nodded. he then walked over to his car, mike called to him “i’ll call you!” will smiled, saluting. they both went into their cars and drove away, leaving troy alone on the ground.

as will drove him, he replayed what he did in his mind. he had punched a random guy for another random guy well, not really he knew mike a little but certainly not enough to start a fight. then, that other said random guy hugged him and he started to feel something for him, not really sure what that something but it’s indeed something. god, why were feelings so hard? will didn’t know, really didn’t want to find out. he sighed and continued driving.

mike, on the other hand was in a spiral trying to figure out what happened. will fought a guy for him! for him of all people, it’s just shocking because he’s never had anybody to fight his own battles for him and mike’s not sure if that should be ego brushing or not. whatever, he still liked the guy, like really like liked. hell, he was smitten for him even though he would begrudgingly agree with it, he was down bad for will and he just wanted to know if will felt the same. mike sighed, focusing back on the road ahead, just a few short minutes til he’s home.

will finally arrived home. he got his bag and keys, locked the car doors and went inside. there he found his mom making churrasco, the smell practically hitting his nose also making him drool and remember he hasn’t eaten. will closed the door and floated to the kitchen. music filled his ears as he walked in, seeing his mom and brother dancing while the food was cooking. “hola, cariño como fue tu primer día?”(hey baby how was your first day?) joyce asked while still dancing.“estuvo bien, ma.” (it was ok, mom) will replied, joyce stopped dancing to hug her son. she gave him a tender kiss on the right cheek. “bueno, anda a ducharte y comemos.”(alright, go take a shower and get ready for dinner) joyce told will, fixing up his outfit. “ok, ma.” will said before vanishing to his room.

after the shower, will’s head felt clearer. he put on some pajamas and made his way to the table. the maldonados had a great time eating, laughing and chatting, just the three of them. after dinner, they danced and danced. about hour later, will headed to his room, he laid down on his bed thinking about what the next day will bring.

what’s for sure is that you won’t know until the next chapter, stay tuned. this was a joy to write and i’m sure the next will be just as great

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