#just stood there smiling and nodding and screaming internally because I was raised to be polite

[violetszone]

Charles' crush

Charles x sainz!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is Carlos's little sister who is like a ball of sunshine sweet to everyone one and Charles had a massive crush on her and always shy when she’s near and always runs away when she try’s to talk to him because he doesn’t want to make a fool out of him self. This makes her sad thinking he doesn’t like her and Daniel and max get angry cause they are bestfriends with her and give Charlie so hard time.

WARNINGS: no proof read

A/n: I don't even remember when I wrote this, I probably wrote it very badly, I will check and fix it later xoxo

"Oh my god look at her!” Charles screamed internally. He couldn't take his eyes off Y/N Sainz. As the girl walked through the paddock, smiling and greeting everyone, Charles watched her with admiration from where he stood. Seeing his gaze turn away, Max and Daniel next to him looked at each other and then at where Charles focused. When they saw Y/N approaching them, they smiled and waved. This girl was their close friend and they valued her.

Charles panicked when he saw Y/N smiling at him and approaching them. He spoke without turning to the people next to him: "She's coming here, why is she coming here, oh, what am I going to do, damn it?" Daniel frowned and looked at Charles, "What are you talking about? she is Y/N! She is always with us. This kid is starting to act weird." While Charles was holding his breath nervously, Max laughed at Daniel and at that moment, Y/N approached them "Hi guys, how are you?" She spread energy to the environment with all her joy and that beautiful smile.  

Daniel and Max hugged you, this time you turned to Charles and looked at him, he was just looking at you and didn't do anything. So you just nodded to him "How are you Charles?" He said something  like "I'm fine" you smiled and he stopped looking at you. Even though you felt bad , you didn't show it Charles mumbled something and quickly left your side. You folded my arms over my chest "I don't understand, he is so good and loving to everyone, what did I do to him? Why does he hate me?" Daniel and Max watched Charles leave "I don't think that you are the problem, come on Y/N everyone loves you" Max said patting her shoulder. While Daniel was still looking after Charles with one eyebrow raised, Max tried to be subtle and hit Daniel's arm. Daniel quickly looked at you and smiled. "yes y/n don't be ridiculous Charles gets distracted sometimes I'm sure it has nothing to do with you" you bit the inside of your cheek and looked at them.

"I don't know, it happens like this every time, he either snaps at me or walks away from me like this." You tried not to think too much, but you were feeling down. "Anyway, I have to go, you also have work to do, see you later, okay?" You left Max and Daniel and walked through the paddock to find your brother.

After you left, Daniel and Max went to Charles, he was sitting alone behind the ferrari horpurality, watching the ground. Daniel sat next to Charles. "What's the matter, buddy, why are you acting like that to Y/N? The girl thinks you hate her." Charles looked at Daniel in shock. "H-hate? Oh no no no no.I...I don't hate her. "How could anyone hate her? She's so kind, sweet and thoughtful, and her smile, my god, she always smells so good-" His  cheeks turned red again when he thought about her. Max gently pushed Charles's head "dumbass. You like her but you make the girl sad. I thought you were smarter than that"

Charles rubbed his face nervously, "I didn't mean to upset her. She's just so nice and I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of her." Daniel put a hand on Charles' shoulder, "If you keep running away from her, you'll make her even more upset.At least chat with her a little.You should have seen her face when she said she thought you hated her. Don't hurt our girl man, she is the sweet little Y/N of all of us.Let's do it this way, come with us, she'll probably come back our side when she sees us, that way you won't be alone with her all the time and she'll know you don't hate her, come on." Charles found what Daniel said logical, but of course he didn't know that Daniel would not implement this plan.

Max, Daniel and Charles came towards where you were. You were sitting alone in the cafe. Max and Daniel quickly sat down. Charles remained standing. Daniel spoke quickly. "How hot is the weather. Charles, you were going to buy us drinks from the other side of the paddock. Right!" He said, pressing the word 'from the other side'. You looked at them incomprehensibly, this time Max spoke, "Well, he has two hands, how can he carry three drinks, look luckily YN's coffee is finished" you frowned cause it wasn't finished, "Come on YN, go get us drinks with Charles, we have some business with Daniel, we will be here anyway."

Even though Charles started to blush, this time he had nowhere to run. Y/N frowned but got up and walked next to Charles. Max and Daniel smiled slyly and waved after them as they walk away.Max took a sip of Y/N's unfinished coffee and turned to Daniel "Good job, man." Daniel laughed. "If he hurts that girl again, I'll kill Charles before her brother does." Max frowned "Does Carlos know?" Daniel looked at him as if to say 'Are you serious?' "Come on, it's obvious from a mile away that Charles likes her." Max shrugged and continued to watch the duo walk away with pleasure.

[707heart]

Sebastian or Harvey with someone who's really shy? If that's alright!

hey! this is my first time writing in second-person so it might sound a little cray lol. i hope you enjoyed this! also i wrote abt sebastian because i have never romanced harvey </3

sebastian x shy farmer

wc: 761

You clutched the edges of your formal outfit. You had never liked parties. The noise, the chaos. You suppose this is why you spend so much time at the farm, doing the work that needs to be done. It made a good distraction from actually speaking to the people in the town.

Your best friend, Maru, dragged you through the crowds of people in introduction. It was nothing short of overwhelming, your breathing picking up.

“I need a break,” you said. Maru must have saw the look of horror on your face, because she let you go, making up some excuse to the group before excitedly asking Marnie about her chickens.

Walking to the edge of the clearing in the forest, you spot a figure resting against one of the trees, cigarette in mouth. Once his dark eyes met yours, he was waiting for you to get closer. He had a smile pasted on his face, cig hanging between his lips.

“Wasn’t expecting you to show up. You look really nice,” Sebastian said, offering you his cigarette like he always did. You waved it off like you always did.

You were in no state to talk, too ravaged by all of the socialization you had just been put through. Still, his company was soothing in a way.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, nudging your shoulder gently.

“Oh! Yeah, just a little overwhelmed,” you mumbled.

Sebastian hummed, taking one final drag before stomping out the cigarette with his polished black boots. It was rare to see him in this sot of getup. You were used to the black hoodie and ripped denim jeans.

“I get it. Me too. I always loiter here at parties,” Sebastian replied, turning to you and smiling gently. It was a smile that had only been reserved for you lately, and you were enjoying the attention.

Still, Sebastian flirting with you sometimes made you feel like a hermit crab without a shell. You flushed, turning away. He looked back toward the crowd.

“You know, you could always be my dance partner. I mean, since we have to do the stupid dance anyway,” Sebastian shrugged, raising an eyebrow at you.

Internally, you screamed. Sebastian asking you to be his partner?

Your skin felt hot, your outfit suddenly feeling a lot tighter. He turned to you. “What do you say?” he asked, raking his eyes over you in a way that made you light up.

—

After the dance, the crowd began to trickle out. Going in front of everyone was kind of a nightmare, but you got through it by maintaining eye contact with Sebastian. Falling into those eyes was easy.

Sebastian stood next to you, the sun setting off of the forest cliff. Slowly, his pinky interlocked with yours. Then the index, then middle, and soon your hands were funny intertwined. He squeezed tight.

“I’ve really liked spending time with you, you know,” Sebastian murmured, lips dangerously close to your ear. “You make good company.���

“I think you’re the first person to say that about me,” you replied with a nervous smile. You drummed up the courage to face him, squeezing his hand.

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head. “I think people just don’t know you very well. But I do,” he said, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “And I like what I know.”

You blinked up at him, letting out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Sebastian took your free hand, setting it on his chest. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, a shyness of his own manifesting in his voice. You were close now, closer than the two of you had ever been.

You nodded, nipping at your bottom lip in anticipation. Your heart was rattling in your chest, rapidly pumping blood through your body in a way that made your head spin. The hand that was touching your hair moved to your jawline.

Slowly, he leaned down to press your lips together. You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing meet your skin. He reached up to hold your hand that was lying on his chest, pressing it further into the material of his shirt.

He laughed against your lips, kissing your cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he mumbled against the skin there. “Even when I thought you hated me at first, I wanted to.”

It made you laugh and gently whack his chest. “I told you I get nervous!” you said, leaning up to chase him for another kiss.

[riddlesb1tch]

The Perfect Date

Azriel x reader

summary: after a long, exhausting week of working, Azriel has the perfect date planned for both of you.

warnings: none

a/n: as always, feedback is always appreciated!

"Bye," you waved to the last customer in your apothecary before you were done for the day. Your clock struck 5 p.m. and the clock tower down at the rainbow chimed five times.

Time to go home! you thought excitedly. It had not been a bad day or even a bad week. However, it was Friday and after a whole week of working, you wanted to just go home and relax.

When you were picking up your stuff, a shadow loomed outside the door. You internally groaned at the thought of another customer walking in but when you turned towards the door, you saw the beloved general of the night court standing outside. He had a silly grin on his face as he stood with his hands behind his back.

You smiled when you saw him but furrowed your brows in confusion when he didn't come into the store. Picking up your belongings, you exited the store, greeting Cassian with a hug.

"Why didn't you come in?" you asked.

He dramatically swept a gallant bow and held his hand out for you. "Because m'lady, tonight, I am simply here to escort you to the perfect evening," he said gallantly, ending his statement with a wink.

You tilted your head in confusion while laughing at the theatrics.

"Sent by who?" you asked.

"A certain azure male who I've been told you have been waiting for for over a week," Cassian replied.

You nearly dropped your items at the shock before a beaming smile spread over your face.

"He’s home?" you shrieked with excitement.

Cassian laughed out loud at your excitement, standing up to full height and nodding in confirmation. He offered you his hand once more.

"Shall we?"

Without wasting a second, you grabbed his hand and let him take off into the skies.

Cassian landed on the balcony of the House of Wind. From the huge windows opening out onto the balcony, you could see Azriel standing inside in a similar stance to his brother earlier in the evening with his hands behind his back and an easy smile resting on his face.

You screamed in delight at the first sight of Azriel, running away from Cassian before he even landed. Without looking, you handed your things to Cassian who laughed at the sheer excitement in your eyes at seeing his brother.

Running inside, you threw your arms around Azriel's neck, holding onto him tightly. Azriel reciprocated the excitement, a genuine laugh coming from him as he caught you. He lifted you off your feet, spinning in circles while holding onto you.

After he set you down, you unwound your arms from around his neck and rested them on his biceps as you looked at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" you asked with a big, excited grin.

"Because then I wouldn't get to see this smile," he responded.

You crinkled your nose in mock disgust. "You're so cheesy," you said and lightly hit his arm.

"Well," Azriel contemplated. "You already knew that about me when you agreed to go on a date so it's really on you," he responded.

"Touche," you smiled.

A beat of silence passed as you took each other in. Then, Azriel broke the silence.

"I have a very special evening planned for us."

You raised your brows in question and anticipation. "Yeah?"

He backed away from you, gesturing down the hall.

"After you," he bowed.

You laughed but moved along into the hallway. Azriel was right behind you, hands on your arms, guiding you as you navigated your way through the house. You stopped right outside the room you'd spent countless nights together in. The room was ajar and the wonderful aroma of lavender hit your nose.

You looked back at Azriel in surprise he smiled, urging you to enter the room. As soon as your eyes saw what was inside, your love for Azriel grew ten times.

The bed was laid with cosy, comfortable blankets and tons of fluffy pillows, a cart sat next to the bed holding all your favourite snacks, and two steaming cups of tea sat on the the side table. That was what was giving off the aroma of lavender. Azriel’s secret brew of the most exquisite and calming tea you have ever tasted. It never failed to lull you into the most comfortable and peaceful slumber within minutes. 

Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Like it?" he whispered.

You were speechless for a second, not knowing how to comprehend this emotion.

"I love it," you finally said. turning around, you wrapped your arms around Azriel’s torso, resting your head on his chest. Azriel hugged you back, swaying side to side.

"Thank you so much for this," you said as you looked up at him.

Azriel leaned down to kiss your lips. "It's no problem at all."

"Let's go?" Azriel asked and you grinned once more with excitement.

You and Azriel took off the tight work clothes and slipped into t-shirts and sweatpants. Having the uncomfortable clothing that confined your body all day long was already a big relief, but that was nothing compared to the sight of Azriel lying on the bed while the chilly night air entered the room from the open window, slightly blowing at his hair that always looked artistically messy. He was surrounded by cosy blankets and fluffy pillows, looking like an angel sitting on a cloud. He sat with blankets up to his waist and his arms extended and so welcoming. The sight seemed so welcoming and comfortable your eyes started drooping as you walked over.

You plopped down on top of Azriel, cuddling closer to his chest and wrapping your arms around him. After a long week of working, you could not imagine a better way to unwind than a nap date. 

Masterlist

[mangosrar]

The lucky one.

Chris Sturniolo x fem reader.

an: this is not proofread 😛

warnings: none

based off of this song!!!!

Somerville, boston, Massachusetts. the place you grew up loving. and the place you came to hate. not because of how cold it was or how the weather was extremely bipolar. no. boston winters were no joke but you loved winter. you hated boston because of the strings it had you on. all the ghosts that haunted every corner of it. the lost relationships.

before you left boston life was great. you, your boyfriend and his two brothers were living the high life. you were a star. your acting career had taken off when you were 16 and it was great. you loved the fast pace life. you’re boyfriend and his brothers weren’t far behind with their youtube career. they were internet sensations. everyone loved them. but all that glitter is gold and soon the glitter became suffocating. everywhere you went the media was on your tail. interviews and red carpets, talk shows, the press, they all knew you’re secrets. you had no privacy. heavy is the head that wears the crown and you couldn’t do it, so you upped and left just after you’re 21st birthday. without a word to anyone. of course you let them all know you were safe, but you left everyone behind. your family, your friends, your boyfriend, every single childhood memory you had in boston you ditched and left for dead.

2 years later, you were now 23. stood dead centre of the last place you wanted to be. every single late night adventure with your friends, every single coffee shop date with your now ex boyfriend happened here. here in this one tiny neighbourhood yet it seemed so far stretched.

your main concern for your return to boston was who you were going to bump into. you hadn’t actually thought about what you would do if you were to bump into anyone. maybe run away, maybe scream, maybe vomit. the options were endless. but as if god was dead against you, a familiar face appeared behind you in the reflection of the coffee shop window, leaving no time to decide.

“Rory?” it was if time had stopped. your heart rate sky rocketed and your mouth ran dry. it felt like someone had sucker punched you in the stomach. all of the air in your lungs made a swift escape and it felt like you were suffocating.

you turned around and saw his face. he looked different. he was taller, and more built. his hair was shorter, his facial bones were more defined. he was even more gorgeous than he used to be. but his eyes looked heavy on his face. the dark circles prominent. he looked tired.

“Chris.” you’re voice was weak and uneasy. you wanted to reach out an touch him just to check you weren’t dreaming and that your chris was actually standing in front of you.

“i didn’t know you were back in boston” chris sounded just as surprised to see you. his eyes traveled over you’re face, like he was taking a mental picture. they lingered on you’re hair for just a second longer. he noticed.

“yeah, i got here this morning” he brought a hand up to his jaw and rubbed it. his eyes were still examining you’re face. he was shell shocked.

“you changed you’re hair” he blurted out. it was true. you had always had long, curly, light brown hair. but it was now dark brown and sat just below you’re shoulders and straight.

“yeah, i uhh… needed a change” you didn’t really know what to say. this was probably the weirdest interaction you had ever had.

“you look good rora” he nodded. you internally winced at the nick name. he was the only one who ever called you that. you couldn’t even reply. you just smiled at him.

there was an abundant pause before chris spoke again.

“i’m about to go get a coffee if you wanna join me, you know, catch up and stuff” he said while gesturing to the coffee shop behind you.

“i don’t know chris i….” you trailed off. uncertainty evident.

“come on rory, 30 minutes and the best coffee in boston” he raised his eyebrows and displayed a toothy grin. there was a long pause before you replied, weighing out your options.

“how could i say no to that stupid face” you replied trying to hide your smile.

once you were both situated in a booth with a cup of coffee. you spoke first.

“does ray still own this place?” you asked.

“no uh ray died last year but you know Cody his son? he took over” chris said. glancing around the room before landing his eyes back on you. you felt your heart break a little. for years you had been coming here, almost every day after school from freshman year to senior year. in summer you would have a smoothie and in winter you would have a hot chocolate then eventually it was just coffee all year round. every time coming closer to the last. it really put things into perspective. regardless of you leaving, everybody carried on with their life and boston wasn’t waiting for you to catch up.

“oh my god, that must have been so hard. no body even told me” you instantly regretted what you said. you knew what was coming next.

“you just disappeared Rory. no one knew where you were, how were we supposed to tell you. i visited your mom and she didn’t know either. we were worried about you. i haven’t stopped worrying about you. i never even got an explanation. ” his tone was carrying a harsh undertone. helping you understand how bad it hurt. you couldn’t even look at him, the way he was obviously referring to you leaving your boyfriend in the dark, with no explanation as to why you left, making your stomach do flips.

“i didn’t disappear chris i just took my dignity and got the hell out. i had to” you told him. he nodded slowly. clearly not accepting your justification but regardless he respected you none the less. he took a sip of his coffee never making eye contact with you, before speaking.

“Nate said you bought a bunch of land,” he said breaking the awkward tension with a raise of his eyebrows in questioning. “chose the rose garden over Madison square?” he added with a smile, trying to break the tense air between you both. you let out a lousy laugh while nodding your head.

“something like that” he just sent you a knowing smile, not pressing on the subject, before his face changed into something of remorse.

“i get it tho aurora, you know it took some time but i understand it now. why you left i mean”

his eyes stayed on yours as he spoke. you said nothing as your mouth curved into a tight lipped smile. urging chris to carry on.

“cuz now everyone knows my name wherever i go and i can’t ever have that quiet life that we wanted, the one you have now, but i think you got it right”. there was nothing but sincerity plastered across his face.

“the camera flashes make it look like a fucking dream though” he hung his head again, shaking it, blowing a puff of air out of his nose, laughing.

“but you’ve had it figured out since we were in school.” you were confused. he had always wanted this life. the followers, the fame, the money, it was his dream.

“everybody wants to see hot triplet brothers having fun together and making a fool of themselves. everybody loves it.” you added, sending him an questioning raise of you’re eyebrows.

“but it’s not like that anymore, it’s big black cars and riviera views, the dates i get for the events dont even fucking know me, and our secrets end up splashed on the news front page” he said slightly raising his voice with a harsh tone, clearly needing to get it off his chest. the hand that had been waving around in the air trying to further his point comes down the fiddle with the handle of the mug in front of him.

“and they tell you that you’re lucky but it’s so confusing because like, i don’t feel good, i just feel used, and the second you’re hype is over all the new big hits line up to take you’re place you know?” he added. you did know. you knew it all too well. you didn’t even have to reply. he knew that you understood him. despite the absence between you both there was still a lot you had in common.

there was a pregnant pause, both of you just staring at each other, having so much to say but leaving it unsaid, avoiding the conversation. chris cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“how long are you in boston for?”

“well i haven’t been back in almost a 2 years so i was planning on staying for a week or so but just being here for a few hours is make ig me hate it so i think i’m gonna get the next flight out.” you hated the fact that you were telling him this, the reason you hated it sitting right in front of you, clad in a puffer jacket and a beanie, sipping coffee.

“no!” he shouted so fast it took you back a little, your eyes widened at his sudden outburst. he cleared his throat before continuing. “um…stay for a while, come see nick and matt. my parents still ask about you all the time they would love to see you.” chris’s voice was full of hope. it broke your heart. he really hadn’t changed at all.

“i can’t chris”. you watched his face fall as you replied. your voice was small and sad.

“why rory? what’s the worst that could happen?” it was a silly question really. he knew the answer. “you know what, i know why you won’t. i know you like the back of my hand aroura. you’re scared you’re gonna love it too much and you won’t wanna leave. youre scared of this” he gestured between the two of you. “you’re scared that you’re gonna come to the realisation that you don’t hate being back in boston, you hate the fact that it’s exactly where you should be”. he had you all figured out. he couldn’t have been more correct if the reason had walked up to him and slapped him straight in the face. but that scared you even more. the way he knew you so well, after all this time.

“i’m scared”. you nodded. completely putting all your vulnerability on display as tears gathered in your water line. he reached over and took your hands in his. staring so deeply into your eyes you we’re sure he could see your thoughts.

“don’t be. whatever happens, it will all work out. you might decide to stay, you might decide to run off again in the next 20 minutes, but if you do i won’t be mad and i wont try to stop you, because i know that you gave it a chance. so please aroura, give me a chance. let it figure itself out. it’s all going to be fine. i promise” his voice was quiet and comforting, and in that exact moment he stopped talking. you realised you were the lucky one. you were lucky that even though you were both 23 now, no longer silly teenagers in love, you were still the same kids you used to be. you were lucky that he was still willing to stand by you. you were lucky that he somehow had the answer for everything, he knew exactly what to say to you. just like he always did, even after all this time. he was still there waiting for you with open arms. this was where you were meant to be.

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i love this so much he’s so cute i just wanna put him in my pocket and eat him. 😃

@christinarowie332 @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @freshlovehacker @cupidtoast @kitaysworld @urmyslxt @kvtie444 @flowerxbunnie @lividnity @sturnphilia @sturniolostvrs @hedgehogperalta @delimeats-000 @daddyslilchickenfingers @kenzieiskoolaid

[ameliajackson1958]

Chapter 4: Ten Rules

*Amber's POV*

"I'll be your Sex Instructor."

Okay, straight to the point. Just like on the phone. Didn't know how to respond to that. I just stood there, looking directly into his eyes, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't look away. I was looking for any nervousness, fear, or even humor. But he looked as professional as any businessman, except he was a young and smoking hot businessman, for that matter.

"Oh my god, STOP THINKING LIKE THAT AMBER!!" My internal thoughts screamed at me.

"Please have a seat over there in the chairs" he politely indicated with a vague smirk as he gestured toward the smaller armchairs situated near a fancy white marble fireplace and a large, ornate mirror that reached nearly to the living room ceiling.

Really, already with the teacher's attitude. I thought to myself and sighed inwardly as I complied with his request to sit in the armchairs.

After I did as asked, I was somewhat perplexed as to why he didn't sit in the chair next to me, not that I wanted him too, but instead he sat in the chair across from me and crossed his legs the way all men do; the ankle on top of the knee, legs wide open.

"It's a coincidence what brought you to me," he started, making me furrow my eyebrows, wondering what he could have possibly meant by that.

"The red card you found. The only person who carries those little red cards is me, and the only person who hands those out is me, but somehow you are the only one who has ever been handed one of those little red cards by destiny?"

A little bit too poetic, don't you think?

"What do you mean by destiny?" I ask while smiling.

"If I didn't give you that card and you say that the wind somehow blew it past your foot, then that might as well be destiny telling you that you need my classes, don't you think, Ms. Schneider?" he caressed his chin with his thumb and index finger.

I'm too scared to tell him not to call me Ms. Schneider again.

"However, of course, it's your destiny, not mine." Michael made it clear.

"Wait, Excuse me? Why do you believe it's only my destiny?" I ask with a little sassiness.

"I don't believe I have a destiny, Ms. Schneider. Because I don't believe my life has been all planned out, and I don't believe things that happen to me happen for a reason. They just happen."

And with that, he shut me right up, mainly because I knew he had a point.

"What are your expectations for this class, Ms. Schneider?" Michael asked, looking straight at me with no shame.

"I'm really not expecting anything. I mean, I don't even know if I wanna have sex with a stranger or even consider paying him for it, for that matter." I shrugged.

"You do know that I don't want to be paid to have sex with women, either, right? It messes up both of our pride, why do you think my carer mentions first-class free?" Michael replied. Besides, I'm only here to teach it, not enjoy it." Michael added.

"Okay, at least he's chill like that."

"Alright then. Now we will proceed with a couple of questions, and you have to answer them honestly. Okay?" Michael asked very seriously, but not losing any trace of his beauty.

I nodded.

Age?" he grabbed a red clipboard from the mini table in front of us.

"You already asked me on the ph-..."

Whatever, just answer the damn question Amber. I thought to myself.

"Eighteen, about to be nineteen in two weeks."

"Young one..." Michael murmured to himself as he wrote on his clipboard. "Are you certain you want to do this? As a young adult, you still have plenty of time before you ever decide to have sex with somebody. However, it's commendable that you possess the courage to do this." He continued to look down at his clipboard.

"I'm basically nineteen, legal, so that's all you gotta worry about." I suddenly snapped because I absolutely hate it when people judge me by my age.

Michael looked up from his lap slowly and raised his eyebrows in surprise at my response, I guess. His stare made me shudder down all over again. He nodded and went back to questions.

"Virgin?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding, and remained silent. Michael looked up again when he noticed the silence. God, his gorgeous brown eyes can kill.

"I'Il take that as a yes,"' he smiled to himself while writing on his DAMN clipboard again.

"Any heart problems or any other conditions I should know about?"

I'M HAVING A HEART PROBLEM RIGHT NOW!

What am I even doing?

"No," I answered, taking in all the air I could so I could breathe normally.

"Birthday?"

Why would my birthday be relevant? Whatever.

"August 29th, 1963," I answered.

Michael glanced up at me in mild surprise after I mentioned August 29th; then, with a slight chuckle and a smirk, he returned his gaze to his clipboard, continuing to make notes.

Okay, wait, what was that smirk about? I was totally confused, and Michael seemed to notice, judging by his knowing smile which morphed into a cheeky grin.

"It looks like your destiny is at work again, Ms. Schneider?" Michael hinted with a chuckle.

"What?" I asked completely confused about what he was hinting at.

You're born on the same day as me, August 29th, but not the same year since I'm older than you." Michael replied.

Right after he said that my mind began to go in full panic mode. Oh my god! Then that means I'm about to have sex with an old man. Wait, he looks pretty young though! No way he's that old, am I crazy?

Oh, how old are we talking? I asked, feeling completely stupid for asking him such a ridiculous question.

"Are you scared to have sex with me just because I'm older than you, Ms. Schneider?" With a smirk and a raised eyebrow, Michael looked up from his clipboard, seeming as if he was challenging me.

"No," I lied

"I'm just curious?" I added

"Don't worry, Ms. Schneider, I'm in my early twenties. I was born in 1958, so I'm not that far off from your age." Michael replied.

"So if you were born in 1958 and its 1981 that makes you 23 correct?" I asked

"No I'm 30" Michael replied teasingly causing me to gasped.

"Relax, yeah, I'm 23. Just messing with ya, girl!" Michael laughed.

"Shit! you had me scared for a minute." I laughed.

Phew! Early twenties ain't so bad, at least that means he has way more sex experience than I do. Anyone at that age must have already had sex with someone by now, right?

"I take it you don't like older men?" Michael asked.

"It's not that I dislike older guys, it's just... well, something traumatic happened to me when I was younger..." I stopped, not wanting to go into it futher.

Michael was lost for words staring at me with a mixture of confusion and shock once he realized that it upset me.

"Can we talk about something else please." I asked wiping away the few tears that tickled down my face.

"Of course." Michael replied smoothly, changing the subject in an instant but secretly, he knew what I meant and what had happened to me in the past.

"Okay, since you're a virgin, I don't have to ask you any further questions nor run blood tests. I've never had a nineteen-year-old client before. Most of my clients are in their 20s, 30s, 40s, or 50s." He said, putting the paper he was writing on inside the folder that was lying on the table.

What! In their fifties? Huh? How?

"So what happens now?" I asked him while putting my hair on one side since it suddenly started getting hot in the room, or maybe it was just me; either way, I felt like I was burning up.

"I can take your virginity," he stated with no hesitation.

"What!"

"Or I can wait until someone else does. It's perfectly up to you," he opened his legs, rested his elbows on his knees, and grasped his hands together, bringing his face closer to mine.

"I..." my mind ran out of words before I could even speak a word, making him grin.

"Um, Mr. Jackson, you can take my virginity?" I asked, sounding unsure about the whole thing.

"Just Michael, please, and yes, if you want me to teach you the ways of sex, I'm going to have to take your virginity first, but like I said, it's your choice. I'm not forcing you," he smirked and looked up at me with his killer brown eyes.

Do I really want him to be the one to take my virginity? Because it sure as hell feels like I do. To be quite honest, my almost 19-year-old life hasn't been all that normal, so another weird experience like having my first time with a sex instructor really isn't all that bad.

Michael stared at me, waiting for my response; however, all he was met with was silence since I was way too busy contemplating whether I should let him take my virginity or not.

"I'm guessing your silence means that you want me to be the one to take your virginity, Correct?" Michael asked with a smirk.

What! How did he guess that? Am I that readable?

"How do you know?" I asked with a sassy tone.

"Most women who are silent are usually contemplating it, and most times they end up agreeing, or else you wouldn't be thinking it over." Michael replied.

"Wow! He's good."

"Okay, Michael, you can take my virginity." I agreed

"Are you sure, Amber?" Michael inquired for clarification, and I nodded gently, causing him to smile.

Michael offered his hand, which I gratefully accepted, allowing him to hold mine as he reassured me in a gentle and comforting tone. "Listen, I know everyone says that the first time is horrible. But believe me, it's not. You just have to find the right time and the right person. I can try and make your first time as unforgettable as possible."

A small smile played on my lips, and for a couple of seconds, we got lost in each other's eyes. But then he brutally broke that stare.

However, you must first familiarize yourself with my ten rules, Amber. They are pretty straightforward, and if you follow them, things will be considerably easier for both of us. He stated seriously, leaning back in his chair with his elbows resting on the arms and his legs open wide almost like a damn god sitting on his heavenly throne.

Michael stated his ten rules one by one.

1. "One, total and definite silence. No telling friends, family, or strangers that you have classes with me. If you're here because of a card that flew to your foot, it's probably because you're meant to be here. Not for gossip," he kept going.

2. "Two, you will know nothing about me. Not what I do or work on outside of here, not where I live, who I'm friends with, and certainly not what I'm like or who I am. But I will have the right to know a lot of things about you. Part of my job is to figure out my clients. Their minds, personalities, needs, wants, and desires. It's something I have to do to have sex with you and arouse you in the right way."

3. "Three, no feelings, this is just sex and nothing else. I don't feel the need to elaborate on that because it's a pretty, self-explanatory statement. Don't fall in love, understand."

Easy for you to say, smartass.

4. "Four, listen. Always listen to me. If you decided to come here, it's because you want to learn. You have to understand that whatever I teach you or show you is the real deal. I'm not a pervert guy looking for sex. I have been doing this for seven years, and believe me, in seven years you can gain the experience and knowledge of a thousand books."

5. "Five, no obligations. I teach you, you learn. That's all that's happening here. Therefore, you should never be afraid to tell me if you're not ok with something- Whatever it is, I will always do my best to make you feel comfortable and relaxed in a safe space. You are not obligated to do anything else."

That was kinda sweet of him, I ain't going to lie.

6. "Six, no looking for each other. If it's not for something regarding the lessons, or something regarding sex, then we have no other reason to look for each other. I will give you my phone number for communication regarding our classes and other related things. If I schedule the date for another appointment or I tell you that I will text you the details, then you wait. But the same goes for me. You're not my slave, you don't have to worry about calling or texting me immediately. That's so you know I'm not using you or doing anything childish." Michael quickly wrote something on a red post-it note and gave it to me. It was his phone number.

7. "Seven, don't have unprotected sex outside of our classes. If you catch some horrible disease, God bless your soul and forbid it, I don't really want to be part of that, Princess."

"Princess...that's cute."

It's not like I go walking around giving away my vagina anyways.

8. "Eight, no smoking or drugs. First, because it's disgustingly bad for your health and, of course, because I don't want to have sexual contact with someone who always reeks of cigarettes, nor someone who is completely out of their mind and is about to become an almost-overdosing-crackhead. Not to be insensitive, though." I started chuckling, making him smirk. "But the main reason is because I don't want you to be high while i'm fucking you."

That made me stop chuckling real quick.

"I want to be the one taking you to cloud 9. Not weed, nor alcohol. Just me." Michael said his voice deep in tone as his dark eyes and stern expression pierced through my very soul making it clear that he meant every word.

Looking into his dark brown piercing gaze, made my knees feel weak, and oh god, why did I just try to picture him taking me to cloud 9 in my head?

9. "Nine, no lying. Please be truthful with me. If you violate any of these rules, please let me know. It doesn't matter what happened or what is troubling you; please tell me. If you don't like something or you're not enjoying what we do, tell me. It's not worth the lie. If I'm going to be your sex instructor, there's an intimacy and honest point that we always have to share. Whatever little question you have, regarding sex, of course, I will answer. There are no stupid questions, and I know more than you could probably imagine."

"So never lie to me, got it?" Michael asked in a somewhat deep and dark voice when he asked.

"Yes," I replied

"Yes, what?" Michael asked, making sure I understood his words.

"Yes, I'll never lie to you, Michael, I promise," I replied.

"Good girl." Michael praised me with a smirk.

10 "Finally and most importantly, ten, feel good."

Uhhh...wh-...

"This is not a normal class, and I think we've established that. You are going to learn about sex. Believe it or not, sex is an art. It's magic. It helps us in ways that go deeper than history shows. No pun intended," he smirked again. "Sex can have a lot of goals and meanings, but the most important and obvious one is to feel good. Enjoy yourself, I make you feel good, you make me feel good. But you're who's important here." Michael stated seriously while moving his hands and lips in perfect sync.

I smiled stupidly at him.

"But of course, it always depends on the person. We don't have to continue if you don't like me. You can never have sex with a person you're not at least 15% attracted to. It just doesn't work well. So if you don't feel comfortable with me, I totally understand."

"You done?" I asked a little annoyed about his teacher-like attitude.

"Yes," he answered. Smiling with his perfect teeth for the first time. I guess he noticed my annoyed tone.

"So, let me go back for a second to the 'it depends on the person' crap. You're telling me that there have been girls in here who didn't go on along with your classes because they weren't attracted to you?" I asked.

'Well, it hasn't happened yet. But just because it hasn't happened, it doesn't mean it can never happen. I've had girls walk in here and not even let me say my name before they throw themselves around my neck.

Others came into this room as shy as a newborn puppy and left with fierce, sexy attitudes. There are different women all around the world. I don't know if you..."

I cut him off before he could go any further.

"Let me get this straight. You think that I might not be attracted to you?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows most funnily, making Michael smile again.

Ha...I made him smile.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Michael. Have you seriously looked at yourself in the mirror?"

"I try not to." He replied

"Well, you should more often. If a girl is not attracted to you at least 15%, then she is an almost-overdosing-crackhead." I repeated what he said earlier and crossed my arms like a sassy girl with so much attitude. And then something happened. Then the most beautiful and wonderful chuckle I've ever heard in my life came out of Michael's mouth.

What? Are his laughs super cute? What the fuck yo.

"So, are you saying you find me attractive, Ms. Schneider?" Michael grew a cheeky grin as he asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not." I teased and arched my eyebrow.

"Mhmmm...you're not so bad yourself, Ms. Schneider." he smiled before looking down at his clipboard again.

"I'm gonna go crazy if he keeps telling me sexy shit like that."

"What happens if I break one of the rules, or if you break one of the rules?" I made sure to emphasize the 'you' to let him know that I'm not the only one who can break rules.

"I've never broken a rule," Michael said quickly and confidently.

"So? Just because it hasn't happened, doesn't mean it can never happen." I quoted what he said earlier and squinted my eyes while getting real close to his face, supporting myself on my knees.

"Believe me, it's not going to happen, sweetheart." He arched his eyebrow and rested his hand on my knee, making it even weaker than it was before. I could feel my skin growing goosebumps at his warm touch. His face was real close to mine as well.

"Good." I got up quickly as he did the same, and obviously he was taller than me by like three to four inches. "When can you do it?" I asked suddenly, having confidence.

"Eager much?" Michael smirked.

Yes. Very, very much. My thoughts screamed at me.

"No, I just want to get it over with. That's all," I tried to answer as carelessly as possible to make it seem as if I wasn't lying.

"It depends." he crossed his arms.

"On what?" I replied almost instantly, and he chuckled a little.

"On my mood, my schedule, and availability...etc."

"Ok, then. Check your schedule, Mr. Jackson." I said, knowing he'd told me not to call him by that name.

Why am I feeling so unexpectedly confident all of a sudden? I bet he can rip me in two in less than a minute! Don't get me wrong, but I can already notice the shape of his length from how tight those leather pants of his are. Damn.

Michael smiled from the corner of his lips and went to grab a little black book from his desk. He paged through it until he stopped at what I suppose is a free spot.

"I'm free today," and just like that, all the confidence that I ever built up during the last few minutes had slipped away from me.

"What?" I whispered with uncertainty, which was barely audible to Michael.

"You caught me in a good mood, and surprisingly, I have nothing scheduled for the rest of the day, so I'm free right now, so whatta ya say?" Michael asked with a sweet smile on his face as he closed his black book and placed it back on his desk.

That statement made me bite my lip nervously. I'm guessing he can clearly see that I'm not as strong as I was a couple of seconds ago.

"But..." I stuttered.

"If you're not ready, that's totally fine. As I said, I'm not forcing you to do anything. We can wait for another time when you feel good and ready enough," his tone sounded very reassuring. Like he really wanted me to feel comfortable, which made me feel a little better as a part of my confidence started returning.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was 5:15 PM, and a text from my mom saying she had already left the house to go to her conference for the rest of the night. Well, it can't be more perfect than that. To hell with it. Everyone else around me lost their virginity except me. It's time to get over the whole special 'first time' kinda girl. I mean, this man is utterly Handsome and fucking gorgeous, and, I could use a little lesson on the 'art of sex' since I hardly know anything about it just based on how clueless I am when I see it happen at school.

"Okay, when and where?" I put my hands on my hips and leaned on my high heels with a fierce look on my face.

Michael smiled from ear to ear, showing his shiny rows of teeth and a perfectly white, million-dollar smile.

[traveler-at-heart]

Hi 🥰

🐾

Thank you for the prompt!

High on love

“Landing in 5 minutes” Clint announced as he checked over the screen.

“Thank God” Natasha muttered. It’s been almost six weeks since the mission started and she’s eager to see you.

“Are you going to see your girl?”

“She’s not my girl”

“Yet”

As soon as they landed, Fury walked up to them.

“Let’s debrief now”

“Oh, Fury… I actually have to get to the medbay” Natasha began to limp. Clint hid a smile as she pretended to be in pain.

“You once stayed at a meeting while stitching yourself up” the man reminded her, unimpressed.

“What can I say, not all of us are super soldiers. We’re getting old, right, Barton?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer and limped away, as Clint and Fury watched her committ to the lie.

“She’s going to see that chick doctor, isn’t she”

“Yeap”

—

“Agent Romanoff, how can we help you?” A nurse greeted as soon as Natasha walked in. She’s no longer pretending to limp but she figures there might be another way to get your attention.

“Just reporting after a mission for a general check up. Doctor Y/L/N is usually in charge”

“Oh, she’s getting prepped for surgery”

Well, damn. As head of the department, you were usually in and out of the OR at any given hour.

“I’ll come back when she’s out then”

“Yeah, it’s gonna take a while for her to wake up from the anesthesia”

“Wait, what? I thought you meant she was performing surgery, not being the one…”

“Well, she was feeling sick this morning and after running some tests we found her appendix was the issue” Natasha stared at the woman and she could immediately telll the spy was worried. “It’s a very simple procedure. They’re starting in ten minutes. Would you like to see her?”

Natasha nodded and walked behind the nurse to one of the patient rooms.

“She’s heavily sedated so… uh… yeah” the nurse warned before knocking.

“Come iiiiin. Oh my God, is this a dream? Natty!! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you” you smiled and raised a hand, hoping Natasha would take it.

She blushed at the nickname. So far, all she had heard you call her was Agent Romanoff and a very stern “Natasha” when she insisted on going on a mission with broken ribs.

“How was your mission, darling?” you sighed and she chuckled. “My God, you have the loveliest smile”

“The mission went great. I came here to see you but it seems like you’ll need me to take care of you for a change”

“I hate needles, Natty. And I’ll have a scar. Bye bye bikinis” you pouted, lifting your hospital gown to show your still intact skin.

“Let’s not…” she pulled it down just in time for the nurse to open the door and take you to the OR.

“Natty, walk with me” you pleaded as you were wheeled away. “If I die…”

“You’re not gonna die, Y/N”

“But if I do… I just want you to know that I think you’re beautiful and smell really, really nice and anyone would be lucky to have you. And do you like Italian food because I can make an amazing lasagna and then we’ll make out in my couch”

“Oh my God” the intern walking next to your bed was desperately trying to make it stop. He knew how much you’d regret saying all of that to Natasha, in front of several staff members.

“Please rush Doctor Y/L/N to OR 1. This is as far as you can go, Agent”

“She’s gonna be ok, right?”

“I’ll let you know as soon as she’s out of surgery, if you’d like”

“Yes, please”

He nodded once again, following your bed as you waved and screamed.

“Byeee, Natty”

—

Natasha stared at her empty cup of coffee, still wondering what she should do with the things you’d said.

Considering how many drugs were on your system, it could all be meaningless.

Should she act on it?

“Agent Romanoff” the intern stood before her, trying to appear casual. The truth was, most of the Medbay’s staff was scared of her. “She’s back in her room, we’re just waiting for her to wake up. It could take a while”

“But everything went ok? She’s gonna be fine?”

“Yes. She just needs bedrest for at least two weeks. Which I suspect she won’t like”

Natasha chuckled and followed him back to your room. You were sleeping peacefully, your vitals stable.

Still, Natasha disliked the sight of you in a hospital bed.

“You can tell nurse Richards to page me once she wakes up. A-assuming you’ll wait here for her…”

“I will, thank you”

He nodded once again and closed the door behind him. Natasha approached your side and placed a small strand of hair behind your ear.

Aside from some physical exams, she’d never been so close to you. Free to examine your face, she noticed a small scar right above your left eyebrow, a birth mark near your right cheek….   

She could stare at you forever, and she almost did, dragging a chair to sit next to your bed.

An hour and a half later, your eyes struggled to open.

“Mmm”

“Hey, I’m here, Y/N. You’re ok.” the redhead took your hand, her thumb drawing soothing circles.

“Nat?”

“Hi, detka. How are you feeling?”

“Like a bus ran me over several times. But it’s good to see you” you admitted with a smile. You weren’t as forward as before, probably because the anesthesia was wearing off.

“Right back at you” she smiled softly.

“I had the weirdest dream while I was all high” you chuckled. “That you were here and I practically flashed you in my hospital gown and then asked you out in the least romantic way possible…”

Natasha looked to the ceiling, trying to hide her blush.

“Natasha, that was a dream, right? RIGHT?”

“Uhmmm…”

“OH MY GOD”

“What’s wrong?” the intern walked in at that moment. “I told you to page me when she woke up” he scolded Natasha but one glare from the redhead and he was back to being scared. “Your heart rate is way up right now”

“Yeah, that’s nothing medical, trust me” you answered, mortified. The intern looked between the two of you and nodded.

“Right. I think we can discharge you tomorrow, Chief”

“Thanks, George”

He nodded and left you alone again, in the middle of a very awkward silence.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable”

“Go out with me” Natasha said as you spoke.

“What?” you smiled, and she squeezed your hand.

“Would you go on a date with me?” she said and you nodded.

“Lasagna at my place” you offered, trying to  raise yourself from the bed. “Ouch”

“For now, let’s stick to take out”

“Deal”

[ly-art]

Chapter 24—A Dangerous Agreement (this time Solas is on the waiting bench lol)

Even though I'm sick with a cold, I managed to finish my newest Solavellan chapter. Solas is still unconscious so this time it's only Amatisha. She and another character finally face off, (kinda) and the consequences will only be revealed in the next chapter (I think?). As always here's a little snippet from the chapter!

They entered Bull’s tent, and there she was—Silassan, tied up and gagged, her rose-colored eyes gleaming with defiance. The sight of her, like a captured animal, sent a ripple of unease through Amatisha. Silassan’s eyes reminded her of something precious, yet here she was, restrained like a prisoner ready for interrogation. Amatisha folded her arms across her chest, her gaze flicking to Bull with a raised eyebrow. "Was this really necessary? She looks like she's about to be executed." Bull nodded gravely. "It was. Trust me, Boss, I know what I’m doing." His voice carried no trace of his usual joking tone, and Amatisha knew she had to trust him. But as she studied Silassan’s face, something flickered in those wild, rebellious eyes—confusion. The realization hit Amatisha like a punch to the gut. *She wasn’t expecting me. She was expecting Solas.* Her breath hitched at the thought, but she masked it quickly, crouching down to meet Silassan at eye level. Bull stood behind her, his massive figure looming like a protective shadow. "I’m going to remove the gag," Amatisha said, her tone calm but firm. "And I’d strongly advise you not to scream. Drawing attention isn't going to help you." Silassan’s gaze blazed with fury, but her expression remained impassive. Amatisha removed the gag, only to have Silassan spit directly into her face. Amatisha blinked in shock but didn’t react, wiping the spit away with the back of her arm. "*Really? Spitting? Wow,*" she said with a calm that even surprised herself. "You really must hate me." She felt strangely detached, almost bored by the insult, as if the act of aggression had no impact on her whatsoever. Under different circumstances, she might have retaliated, cursed, or lashed out. But right now, it was like watching a scene unfold through a thick pane of glass. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let’s skip the bullshit. You’re here because you're hiding something, and I need to know what that is. But first, let's start with this: *Why did you try to kill Bull?*" Silassan remained silent, not even the flicker of a blink betraying her thoughts. Amatisha sighed internally. She knew the truth—the elf wouldn't break. But she gave it a shot anyway, taking a few pages from Leliana’s playbook. "I already know why. Bull filled me in on your little conversation with Solas." Nothing. Not a twitch, not a blink. Amatisha smiled, a cold, calculated gesture. Of course there wouldn’t be a reaction. “You’re a disgrace to the Elvhen. Go ahead, kill me if you must, but don’t expect me to say a word. I will not break,” Silassan finally hissed, her voice as cold as the frost biting at dawn. Amatisha cocked her head, watching her closely. “Do you really think I’ll torture you? Or is it because you acted alone when you tried to kill Bull—knowing damn well if he survived, it would lead back to Solas? Whatever you are to him—friend, family, or something else—Solas wouldn’t want that kind of attention. That's probably why he's kept you hidden, right? He seemed pretty pissed with you in that forest. Did you join the Inquisition just to watch *him*? I could ask him when he wakes up. I'm sure he'll love hearing, right after nearly dying, that you tried to kill one of his companions and failed. Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

[zariasona]

Moments after watching her King and Ravenheart leave, she sat there still as the stone that surrounded her. The only movements she did make were ones that involved admiring her new form. For a second time now, she had become this. What was this magic? She had never heard or seen anything like it. Stolas sat before her, unmoving from her. His black, beady eyes stared down upon her. And for the first time since he merged with her, He could see and feel her internal monologue. He stood there just as silent as she as he listened to the thoughts that raged on in her mind. “What did I witness? Who was that being that took over his form? Why did he wish to end me? Why the attack?” These were just a few of the questions that raced in her mind. At least, the ones questioning the events. It didn’t take long for the thoughts to shift to more pleasant things. The marvelous night that she was able to have with him, prior to the flip of the switch though she still questioned what happened. 

What pained her most, was seeing him completely pass out due to her. She didn’t want to have to do something such as that, but there was seemingly no other way for her to quell the storm that erupted. The pain of the hurt she inflicted upon him seemed almost unforgivable. Would he even forgive her for what she did? Her head hung low, and her mind fell silent. Only then did Stolas speak. “Thank you, Archon. For letting me in finally. Even without speaking, you’ve shown me much.” Zaria’s gaze shifted to the raven. “I’ve been afraid, and holding back. And for the first time, I’m not afraid. And it’s because of him. In the meantime.. Let us go home. As I said, we have work. I need to get better acquainted with you.” “It’s about time.” Stolas would have given to her a wide grin, but alas in this form he wasn’t able to. She flicked her wrist, summoning forth a void portal straight into the bedroom of the manor. Feylonis could be seen resting upon the bed. It was as if she was waiting for Zariasona. She took one gaze upon her, spotting the dress she had taken from her closet. “I thought that dress was- WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT?!” Once she and Stolas had stepped through the portal, it snapped shut. Zariasona hung her head low, it wasn’t often when Feylonis raised her voice, and it was even less often when Zariasona took from her without so much as asking. “Surfal, please let me-” “I hope you have a damn good reason, Zari. That gown is ruined.” Feylonis’s voice was shrill. “I went to see him again. I had to. Surfal please, I apologize. But I couldn’t go in one of my gowns, lest he figure out who I am. I will call upon the tailor to craft you a new one. I didn’t expect to get into a fight this evening and-” Feylonis heard the words, and her heart sank. “A fight?” Only then did she swirl around Zariasona and see the deluge of blood that had occurred. “Are you alright? Where are your wounds? What happened? Were you hurt? WHy didn’t you say that?” Stolas soon chimed in. “She was introducing me to him and his raven. Last I recall, she was telling him she needed who he was as a person, and not how he looked. It was only after that did he scream at her, before shifting into his form and something else took over. The Archon fought valiantly, and far exceeded my expectations. I know she is weak as a mender, and that is why I stepped in. Her wounds are healed, so you have nothing to fear.” Feylonis nodded, hanging her head low before rushing Zaria into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.” “Feylonis, it’s alright my dear. I was hoping to have been able to come back in the gown in one piece. But sadly that is not what happened.”

It was at this point when Feylonis shook her head. “No no, This changes everything. I am just glad you are home. Outside of that, how was it? Tell me all about it. Especially while Teremath is out.” For the first time since the encounter, she managed to smile again. Stolas found home on the nightstand beside the bed while the two women curled up under the blankets holding one another. “It was just as amazing as the first time, though this time, we spoke more than the first night. He’s a marvelous being of darkness. He introduced me to his raven, and I felt safe enough to let down my own guard. It didn’t help that-” “Excuse you. I did exactly what I intended.” Stolas was quick to speak. “I felt the presence of that raven, which was why I demanded entry.” The deepest and slowest of exhales came from Zariasona as she gripped onto Feylonis tightly. “It was hard. I don’t even know how I did it.” “It doesn’t matter. I’m here now, and I intend to guide you. Just as I should have been from the start. All I ask is you don’t shut me out again. I cannot stay caged forever, Archon.” Stolas’s voice was gentle as he spoke. “I won’t. I see now that I need you. Especially if I’m going to have the King beside me. I just hope-I hope that I am worthy enough for him. Even after everything.” Feylonis looked at Zariasona, furrowing her brow. “What do you mean?”

“I told him that I didn’t care what he looked like, that I was more concerned with who he was as a person. And it was shortly after that he started screaming that I was lying, and it wasn’t true. Suddenly, the claws.. They came. He zipped around me like a specter, and that was how it started. It ended because I used the pillar.” “THE pillar?!” Fey sat straight up, the look of alarm splashed across her face. “Just him, right?” Zaria’s gaze shifted her to her lap, her fingers fidgeting with her nails. “It was just you, right? You didn’t do it on yourself again. Right?”

Stolas coughed, speaking soon after. “It was the only way she stopped him.” Fey looked to Stolas for a moment, shaking her head in disbelief. “Surfal- You know what happens when-”

“Yes, I know. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make. It was the only way to stop him.” Collapsing onto the bed, Feylonis sighed. “I don’t understand how you’re standing right now.” For the first time since she got home, Zariasona laughed. “But I’m not, I’m laying down.” The grin was wide. 

“Shut up, Zari. you know what I mean!!” Fey roared with laughter. “It was the healing I did.” Stolas said with a nod. “What happens if she hits herself with it? That large pillar of shadow?” The two women sat on the bed, sighing deeply as they looked at one another before daring to answer. It wasn’t a question they were ready to speak of. When Feylonis finally did speak, it was soft. “She slept for several months in the midst of Duskwood.”

At that moment, the raven understood that the last time she used it was on him when they first met. “I see. I suppose the healing I gave to her is far greater than even I had anticipated.” “That’s not a bad thing then.” Zariasona said softly. Her eyes were growing heavy, as by that time it was quite late at night. 

“Surfal.. You look tired. I can only imagine.” Feylonis curled up in bed beside her, forcing her head to rest upon Zaria’s chest. “I’m not leaving tonight. Just so you know.” Zariasona managed a small smile as her gaze shifted to the nightstand. Upon it sat that onyx stone with amethyst gem. Worry soon gripped at her once more. She was able to hide it from Feylonis, but not Stolas. “He will be alright, Archon.” Stolas uttered the words to just Zariasona, and she gave him a nod. She settled into the bed with Feylonis and was soon fast asleep.

[danikalore]

I used Craigslist for the first time today. Decided to see if there was anyone near me giving away free plants, or at least selling them for cheap. I found a lady selling perennials from her overgrown garden for $1-$3 dollars per bunch, which seemed like a great deal. It was in a residential area that looked trustworthy, and I would be outside the whole time, so I decided to contact the seller and head on over.

Ya'll, this lady was nuts.

Here is an incomplete list of comments from the one-sided conversation I had to listen to:

- "You don't need to wear your mask. I'm healthy and we're outside. Germs don't spread outside."

- She comes from Russia, where doctors infect people with coronavirus on purpose to inflate their infection numbers in order to scare people. She saw this on Youtube.

-Russian police also arrest people for having the coronavirus, and that's why it's important to leave your phone in your car.

-"I read all the research, and the flu kills more people than this virus does. That's why people listen to me. I do the research."

- "Whenever I make posts on LinkedIn, I have 3000 followers, they all understand."

- She refuses to get vaccinated for anything because she doesn't trust the DNA-altering "chimera" chemicals that would get injected into her.

- Vaccines are also used to inject nanobots into peoples' bodies so the government can monitor and control you from afar.

- Bill Gates invented vaccines for the same reason he invented computer viruses: to get rich off of people who get infected.

- Bill Gates also invented abortions.

-"It's antichrist treatments. I'm a TRUE believer. I read my bible, and God tells me this is HIS kingdom."

-"There is already a cure. It's the same pill that Trump takes."

- When she watches television, she sees "Six Feet" flash on the screen and in her head. That's how she knows the government is using subliminal messages on her.

- "Why six feet? Why not six feet and one inch? It doesn't make sense."

- "You know where 'six feet' comes from, don't you? Graves. Six feet under. It's because they want us dead."

-"The leaves of this plant make good tea. They recommend you don't use it because of the poison, but everything in moderation, you know. A little poison can still be healthy."

- "I am a certified medical herbologist."

- "This plant is very good. It can be used to cure cancer."

Probably forgetting some of the things she said, but yeah. I think I'll pass on using Craigslist again. 

[metize]

Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal.  You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Can you please do reader meeting Octavia for the first time after reader and Stolas officially dating? You know, after the divorce with Stella 🌟

Octavia meeting Stolas' S/O for the first time after his divorce.

You were hunched over the bathroom sink, having a borderline panic attack.

You were only able to keep your composure thanks to the warm embrace of your loving boyfriend, his arms wrapped around your stomach.

"What if she doesn't like me?" You asked breathlessly, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Stolas rubbed his hands up and down your arm, planting a few gentle kisses on your shoulder, "You'll do fine, sweetheart. Octavia will love you, you Just need to be yourself."

You took several deep breaths, running some water you splashed some in your face.

Wiping your face, you took one last deep breath and gave a nod. "Alright... lets do this." You told him.

Puffing out your chest, you turned, holding his hand and walked out of the bathroom.

You found Octavia sitting in one of the palace's tea rooms, staring down at your phone. Your breathing hitched when she saw you, the young girl getting to her feet.

She stood before you, before lazily looking you up and down with an unimpressed expression.

Extending your hand you told her, "You must be Octavia, ive really been looking forwards to meeting you."

Octavia looked at Stolas for a second, before sighing, reaching out and shaking your hand. "Yeah. Nice to meet you to." She said clearly unhappy to be there.

You just took it in stride, 'That's alright. She doesn't need to like you straight away. Baby steps (Y/N), baby steps.'

You all sat down, Stolas pouring us some tea.

Stolas tried his best, he really did.

He tried sparking up a conversation, talking about what Octavia liked, bringing up any of your shared interests.

All that usual first meeting stuff.

But no matter what he said or tried, it was clear Octavia wasn't having any of it.

There was a few more minutes of this slow grind, the conversation dying out several times.

You just sat there for a minute before one of the staff came in.

Aparently something had come up that required his immediate attention. And so with a brief apology to you both he got up and left.

You of course you were freaking out, this is literally the last thing you needed. You couldn't handle Octavia alone.

You could barely handle angst alone. How were you expected to handle it from the most vicious creatures of the social world.

The teenage girl.

The moment Stolas was out of sight, Octavia whipped out her phone. The two of you sat in silence for few minutes, the young owl staring at her phone.

"Sooooo..." you began.

Octavia glanced up at you before going back to her phone "So..." she replied sarcastically.

You sighed, leaning on your elbow. "You don't really like me in, do you?" You asked almost playfully.

Octavia stopped what she was doinh, looking up from her phone she scowled at you, "What do you think?" She asked, sarcasm dripping from her words.

You just released a dry laugh. "Yeah, I get how you feel."

That got the first real reaction from her of the day.

The young owl shot to her feet, slamming her hands on the table and screamed "How the hell could you know how I feel?!"

You looked at her for a moment before taking a sip of your tea, "You know... you are the most important thing in your fathers life." You told her sternly.

The owlet was seemingly taken aback by that, sitting back down she wore a frown.

"You consume so much of his waking thought, and you know what?" You asked her.

The owlet just raised a brow, shrugging her shoulders. You gave her a warm smile, "I love that."

Octavia seemed shocked at that, asking "Why?" To which you chuckled, "Because, you have a father that genuinely loves and cares about you. You have family." You told her warmly. "And I'm happy to be a part of that... even just a little bit."

There was silence for a few minutes, the young lady clearly processing what you'd said.

"So... you have a thing for my dad... because he's a good dad?" She asked, clearly puzzled.

You chuckled again, leaning on your elbow, "Octavia... I've been with a few guys in my youth." You told her somberly. "And every one of them ended up being..."

You were silent for a long minute, looking to the side, "Bad... They were bad people a-and they did bad things... to me" You finished, rubbing your arm.

There was another long pause, neither of you saying anything, but after a moment a gentle smile crossed your lips.

"But your father..." You began, warmth in your voice. "Your father is a good man. He's good to me and he's good to you."

There was another long pause, before you reached out and gently cupped her hand, "I understand you don't really like me Octavia. And I want you to know, I don't blame you" You told her.

"My father disappeared when I was probably a bit younger then you. My mother dated a few guys, and some tried to be the 'father figure' role, but it never worked out."

There was a long pause, the young owl telling you "I'm... I'm sorry." She told you, clearly upset.

You squeezed her hand, "Its alright." You told her, "I survived, and I know youll survive as well, because you've got such strength in you octavia. You've already put up with so much, and I'm sorry to say, there will probably be a bit more to put up with." You told her somberly, "But you'll survive, you've got too much of your dad in you to give up." You told her, trying to raise the mood.

Octavia looked surprised and a little emotional, wiping her eyes.

You sighed, running a finger over her hand, "I'm not trying to replace anyone Octavia. I understand you can't replace what you had... but I love your father and I And I want to be a part of both your lives." You gave her your best warm smile, "Do you think you can give me a chance?"

You tried to look calm while internally you were freaking out, praying to whoever was listening that Octavia would believe you were being genuine.

Octavia was expressionless for several moments, eyes looking down at your hands before she looked up at you.

A small smile crossed her mouth as she brought her other hand up to grab your own.

"I last thing need right now is another parent... I can barely handle the two I already have." You both had a little chuckle at that, "Buttt... I could use a friend. You know? Someone I could come to, that understands what I'm going through." She finished a little meekly, looking up at you.

Your heart swelled with joy, giving her a big smile you nodded your head. "Yeah... I'd like that." You told her, wiping the dew from your eyes.

You both smiled for a moment, a warmth filling the room.

A sound at the door got both your attention, turning to the sound, you found a very happy Stolas, face absolutely dominated by a wide smile as he hugged himself.

"Ooooh, I'm so happy to see you getting along." He practically squealed.

And like that Octavia pulled her hands back, pulling her beanie over her face, "Ugh, Dad!" She growled.

Stolas released a little dad chuckle, coming over and sitting besides you, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Everything alright when I was gone?" He asked sweetly, curling his hand around your own.

You smiled, giving him a nod before telling him "It went..." You looked over at the Octavia.

The young owl peaking at you from beneath her beanie, "It went perfectly." You told him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

After that, things really picked up, now that Octavia was actually interacting with you.

The two of you actually had a lot in common, most surprisingly being your taste in music. The two of you spending easily half an hour talking about your favourite band.

Stolas just sat there, silently watching the two of you having your lively back and forth, the Owl could barely contain the immense amount of joy he felt at seeing his two most favourite people in all Hell getting along.

And it would be as Octavia was finding something on her phone that you noticed his gaze, looking at him, you asked "What's up?"

The owl said nothing, shaking his head he leaned down and kissing your cheek. Holding you close as you and Octavia went back to your conversation.

[starsfic]

Nightmare of Grins

Goliath has nightmares about the Mayor. About the furnace. About Meiyun's own face contorted with a horrible grin. At least she's there when he wakes.

A request for @twinklecupcake starring the ship she made, StrongSmoothie! Also involves nightmare violence and hurt/comfort in the realm of cuddles and LBD trauma.

AO3

They didn’t see him coming.

They never did. Goliath instead felt Huntsman launch into him, forcing him back. Goliath turned in time to see the massive monster’s fist slam into his brother. Despite the broken lights of the hallway, he could still see the twisted and stretched grin of the man who claimed to be the mayor.

That grin was his only warning.

Something cold wrapped around him and slammed him down.

And now he stood in front of the furnace. A scream clawed at his throat, begging to be loose, voicing his terror, but his mouth remained shut. He did manage to turn his head. Syntax and Huntsman stood next to him, faces frozen in warped grins.

“No, please, you promised me my destiny!”

“A promise I did not break…”

A hand wrapped around his. Goliath looked away from his clanmates and looked down. Meiyun stood beside him, her face horribly contorted in a broad smile, eyes empty and blank.

He could not keep it in anymore.

“MEIYUN-”

“GOLIATH!”

His eyes slammed open.

The moment the world came into focus, Goliath was so glad he had trained himself out of punching. (Huntsman had gotten way too many black eyes in the first few days after Spirit Jail.) Meiyun leaned over him. “Goliath,” she said as though he was still asleep. “Goliath, are you alright?”

Goliath couldn’t bring himself to speak. Instead, he found himself reaching up and stroking her face. Meiyun leaned into his hand on instinct but still looked concerned. Shame washed over him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Meiyun shook her head. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up sooner. The way you breathed sounded like you were in distress.” Goliath pulled his hand away and pushed himself up. Meiyun’s laptop was on, casting blue light over his room with some kind of gaming video. He glanced over and gulped. His girlfriend stared at him. “What’s wrong?”

Goliath took a deep breath in. He would try to dismiss it normally. But the way she sat next to him, concerned eyes burning into his skin, it was…

He couldn’t bring himself to brush it away.

“It was about the mayor.” Meiyun raised a brow, and he internally swore. As far as she knew, the mayor was one Teng Xinyi, not the man who had simply said he was Shi when Syntax dared to ask. “Not the actual mayor. Just some guy who claimed to be the mayor.”

Meiyun raised a brow. “And…you had a nightmare about him.”

“No, I mean, yeah, it’s…It’s complicated.” Goliath took another deep breath in and let it out. He needed to rip the bandage off. “What do you remember about Lady Bone Demon?”

The concern faded. Instead, fear lit up Meiyun’s eyes. Goliath’s stomach hurt, and he had to bite back the lump that wanted to change the subject. He needed to talk about this. He needed to admit his part.

“Not much,” Meiyun gripped the edge of her skirt, looking at her laptop as if Mario would save her. “I was at home when the ice came, and it encased me entirely.” Goliath felt himself lurch forward. He didn’t know that! Meiyun held up a hand to make him pause. “I was fine. I got myself checked out by a hospital, and they said I was fine. Apparently, I’m lucky because that made sure I didn’t remember all those weeks.”

Goliath nodded. “But you do remember some things?”

Meiyun took a deep breath. “Just that there was a blue light in the sky, and suddenly it was cold, and I couldn’t move.” Just like him. “Then the ice broke…” Meiyun laughed. “I thought the world was ending because it was suddenly so warm, and there were weird lights in the sky.”

Goliath nodded. “It was the Monkie Kid.” He faintly remembered being grabbed by Sandy and thrown. “He saved us.”

“Not according to my coworker.” He raised a brow. Meiyun sighed. “He was really into aliens and kept claiming that everything was a mass kidnapping.” She winced at whatever memory came up at the words. “He got fired after accusing a rude customer of being an alien overlord checking on the prisoners.”

Goliath honestly would’ve paid to see that.

But there was something more important.

“We helped the Lady Bone Demon.” Meiyun’s eyes went wide. He winced, expecting her to start screaming, yelling, begging to know how could he?! Instead, however, she nodded. It sounded like she was ordering him to continue. “The guy who claimed to be the mayor was her henchman. At least, that’s what I think he was. He was always kinda strange.”

“I see.”

Her voice felt strangely empty. Goliath took a deep breath.

“In the end, she turned on us. She had always been planning to try and kill the queen for her giant mech thing.” Meiyun nodded. “She didn’t need us. He came after us and dragged us…” How best to describe it? The vast emptiness that gripped them, only broken by flashes of the real world and who they were attacking? Goliath couldn’t even speak of it. He settled on “He punched Huntsman.”

Meiyun hummed. “That sounds scary.”

“Yeah.” Even though his brother was smaller, Goliath had always believed Huntsman was stronger. That had broken the moment the “Mayor” attacked. “I had to watch.” That wasn’t true- in reality, he had launched himself at the mayor. Before he could attack, the giant hulking bone mass had grabbed Huntsman and slammed him right into Goliath. “Huntsman had an awful black eye for days.”

“That’s what your nightmare was about?”

Goliath nodded. “Yeah. But, again, I’ve had it for a while. I shouldn’t have disturbed-” Warm arms wrapped around him. Meiyun hadn’t said a word. Instead, she hugged him, her face scrunched up in sadness. “Uh…”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Goliath blinked, and then the words “You were there too” slid out. Meiyun didn’t look up. She just pressed her head against his chest, an almost silent breath making her shoulders slump. He wrapped her arms around her. Tension finally released him and tears rolled down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

He was glad she was here, that she was safe, that she didn’t stand beside him and hold his hand and watch the queen be dragged down.

They were here and they were safe.

[scandinavianfairytale]

The bold intern

Pairing: Mob boss Andy Barber x Intern Reader

Warnings: Implied age gap (based on my research Reader would be around 26-27 and Andy around 35), mentions of mob business, Reader has a backbone, cursing, broken nose, mentions of blood, Reader knowingly makes bad decisions (at least three), mentioned drinking & implied drunk sexy times 🙈

A/N: Andy is not married and doesn't have children in this fic.

He was on the phone when your head popped through the door crack. He beckoned you over with his fingers and you carefully closed the door behind you, standing in front of his desk, waiting for his call to be over.

"I know how much money he gave me Tony, but the contract you signed recently clearly stated that I get you pardoned for ONE thing - money laundering. I kept my end, but it's not my fault you got in trouble for other things - solicitation, DUI, drug possession and arms dealing are not covered in our contract. Now I have a meeting so we can talk later about what I will want to get the previously mentioned charges dropped. In the mean time, do think about how you will say yes." Andy smirked and finally met your eyes as he ended the call.

"I have a meeting in 3 minutes, so whatever you have to say or ask, better do it quickly, Sweetheart." He leaned in his chair and listened.

"It's about that client. He's bleeding all over the sofa and I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to the store and cleaning up as the leather shouldn't soak up that blood." You explained nonchalantly and pointed to the corridor laying behind the closed door of his office. Andy stood up immediately.

"What do you mean he's bleeding? What the fuck happened?" He walked around his desk to get to the door.

"I broke his nose. It's surprising how much blood pours out of it, really." You shrugged and stopped your boss in his tracks.

"You broke his nose? Why?" He blinked.

"Yes. I punched him after he hit on me and refused to take no as an answer." You raised your chin up slightly, making Andy raise his eyebrows and smile down at you.

"While I approve of it, you can't go around punching clients."

"Andy, I took this job because the pay is too good to pass up. And I understand that with every good thing compromises have to be made. That's why when I hear yelling, shoving, punching and screaming coming from your office, I pop in my earbuds and I continue working. When I see people wanted by the police strolling in and out of your office, sometimes in worse shapes, I don't pick up the phone and call 911." Andy crossed his arms over his chest and observed you with interest. "But hitting on me and not getting my disinterest, flat out trying to grope me...that's where I draw the line. Please pass that on to your clients."

"Duly noted." Andy nodded slightly, a smirk playing on his lips at your boldness.

"I'm gonna go to the store now and you two can continue the meeting." You once again pointed to the door and only exited when he gave you an acknowledgement.

He chuckled when you walked out, leaving the door opened and said to the client: "You can go in and try not to get blood on the carpet. I really don't want to deal with Jack today."

After the meeting was done, the client walked out of the office, nodding at you cautiously before Andy followed him out.

"I had a little talk with Bryce. Don't worry he won't bother you again." He smiled as he stood in front of your desk, you nodded briefly as you typed at your laptop. "So, how many noses have you broken so far?"

"Just two." You looked up from your screen.

"How long have you been practicing Taekwondo?"

"Zero time, but I have been boxing for the past 7 years."

"Isn't boxing a bit violent?"

"That's rich coming from the man who runs an underground crime ring." You laughed and leaned back in your chair, looking up at him.

"Fair point. I shouldn't be judging others by their appearance." He lifted his arms in surrender.

"I was thinking - you've been working for me for over a year now and I never offered to take you for a post-win drink. Would you care to join me today?" Andy offered and stepped closer, his thighs bumped at the edge of your desk.

"What are you celebrating?"

"Putting Tony in his place. I owed his father for putting me through law school and his proposal was to help his son out until I feel like I have repaid my debt to the Stark family. This was the last favour and I feel like I deserve a drink. Will you join me?" He smiled at you. It was a bad idea. You knew it. But so was taking this job, according to your friends and it was going well.

"One drink?"

"Just one." He smirked when you stood up, turning off your computer and taking your red blazer hung over the chair.

The red blazer was the first thing that came into your view when you opened your eyes in the morning. You groaned softly as your world still spun, turning over and coming face to face with your handsome boss. You blinked a few times, sobering up really fast as flashbacks from previous night came rushing to your head.

That ONE drink you were supposed to have.

The little cozy corner you two sat at.

The warm sound of Andy's laughter.

Those damn drinks you kept ordering even though the smart part of your brain told you not to.

Andy carrying your red heels as you walked down the few streets to get to the metro station.

The brilliant idea to kiss him, because you wanted to know how danger tasted like...

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself and you covered your head with your hand, chewing your bottom lip. This was probably the worst idea yet.

"Good morning, Sweetheart." Andy smiled as he woke up to you sitting in the giant king sized bed and kissed your naked shoulder.

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Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing  chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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Not Going Anywhere

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When he nearly loses you, Dean finds he can’t stand the thought of that happening.

Requested by Anonymous: “May I please request a one shot of dean and reader with her having an internal bleeding. You know when the character seems fine but then boom they collapse and turns out they're not fine at all?? I LIIIVE for that shit... The shock, the realization, the worry....”

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: angst, injury, bleeding, shock, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, guilt, fluff

You sat slumped in the backseat of the Impala, exhausted from the hunt. Fortunately, it’d been close to the bunker, close enough that you didn’t need a motel room overnight. Close enough that the drive hadn’t been terribly long like most cases were. You felt like you’d been run over by a semi two times over, a certain weakness running through you that left you feeling less than okay.

You watched quietly as the rain came down and trickled against the chilled windows of the car, falling into each other as they raced down the glass before fresh ones took their place in an instant. It was gloomy weather, something you could have found yourself seeking comfort in on any given day, something that otherwise would have been cozy had you not felt the way you did.

But you did, and it wasn’t leaving any time soon.

Dean had the heat cranked up because he could see that you were cold, could tell by the way you wrapped your arms around yourself. The ache and burn in your stomach had yet to subside, Dean having cleaned your wound before setting off to go home earlier that day, but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

You were less than comfortable, as far from it as you could be as you sat behind Sam. You missed the way Dean had glanced at you in the rear view more often than not, his concern evident in the crease between his brows, deepening each and every time he looked. He saw your agitation, the way your face contorted in discomfort as you slumped against the seat. You couldn’t sit still even if your life depended on it, constantly moving in your seat despite the way the hurt in your abdomen is screaming at you otherwise.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so restless in your life more than you were in that moment, anxiety settling in heavily the more you sat stuck in that car. There wasn’t anything in particular for you to feel this way over—you’d ridden in this car more times than you could count for years, having sat in the very same spot for far longer than this trip has been before. You’d done it all before without fail, without a problem, but this time was different.

It was different and he knew it.

Any other time you’d start a conversation about any and everything, singing along with him to nearly any song that came on the radio for the sake of getting on Sam’s nerves. Any other time you’d take a nap if you were tired, especially on a day like that where the clouds and rain offered ample comfort to allow you to do so, but this wasn’t any other time. This time you looked like you were two seconds from hopping out at the next red light, and it didn’t sit right with him.

“Sweetheart, you okay back there?” He calls out over his shoulder.

You’re not even sure if the words came out of his mouth, not even sure if you heard him as you shifted your gaze. When he didn’t get a response he looked in his mirror at you, calling out your name once more with more concern than the last.

You sat up a little straighter, glancing at him with eyes squinted slightly in confusion. “‘M fine, De.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced of that, not even a little bit as you blinked, trying to gather yourself a bit more than in that moment as he turned down the road that led to the bunker. You had a habit of saying you’re fine when you’re not, and you’re so clearly the opposite and he finds himself grateful he’s home, you’re home. But that doesn’t soothe the worry boiling over in the pit of his stomach, clouding his mind of anything and everything revolving around you.

Your words were merely words as they fell from your lips, that feeling simmering within you feeling awfully bad as you sit there, as the impala descended down into the bunker’s garage. The fluorescent lights were harsh on your eyes, your wince inevitable as you fought the groan sitting in the back of your throat. Dean didn’t need to be worrying over you, though he surely already was.

You think you just need a rest, a few hours sleeping in your own bed would do you some good. It had to.

You hadn’t fully registered the fact that the car had come to a stop, put in park in its usual spot and it gave Dean enough time to round the back end of it before you tried to get out on your own. When he pulls the door open you’ve got that look, one that tugs at his heart because you look so miserable, so tired and defeated. He crouches down closer to your level as you sit there, watches as you take a deep breath to try and steady the race of your heart. To try and calm the queasy feeling in your stomach.

“Sweetheart?” He asks, eyes on you in search of any indication that you’d been listening. You were, you really were, but you were trying to get a handle on how you felt. “Baby, we’re home.”

You nod then, turning your head to look at him with a soft smile in an attempt to assure him you’d heard him. He stood to his feet and held his hand out, gentle as he helped out of the car. You tried to ignore the rush that came down over you the moment you got up, tried to swallow down the intensifying nausea that’d swirled around in your stomach just begging to come up. You tried your hardest and it was proving to be a challenge.

You were dizzy when you stood to your feet, almost overwhelming, but you were quick to balance yourself and you brushed it off. You’d been in the car for the past two hours, doing nothing but sit in the same position for the majority of that time and you’d yet to eat or drink anything. A little dizziness seemed reasonable upon standing in your mind, not to mention the way your head had been hurting for nearly the same amount of time as the drive home.

You felt his hand slip from yours in favor of wrapping around you to steady you, to help you as you walked but you shrugged him off just as quickly, flashing him a look.

“De, I’m fine. You don’t need to fuss over me,” you say, and the look on his face shows just how much he disagrees with you. You could see it with the dimples forming by the very corners of his mouth and the raise of his eyebrow.

“Y/n—”

“I’m serious. I just need a little sleep and I’ll be fine,” you say, smiling once more in hopes he’d settle down, but you knew he wouldn’t.

It took a few moments, but eventually he dropped his hand to his side reluctantly and eyed you carefully, cautious as he watched you walk ahead into the bunker’s hallway towards your shared room. He knew you better than you thought, better than you knew yourself. He knew you like the back of his hand, but you were just as stubborn as he was and that’s the problem.

You flickered between bouts of nausea and none at all, between feeling fine, like you said you were, and feeling like you’d been drug all the way home tied to the trunk of the Impala. It was something that worsened the more you dwelled on the feeling, something you wished would subside.

You felt a beat of relief upon seeing the golden eleven mounted on that familiar wooden door come into view just down the hall, could smell the faint scent of Dean’s cologne wafting over you as he walked by towards Sam.

You were almost there, then you could lay down for a good long while, tuck yourself into that memory foam bed that was unbelievably comfortable and smelled every bit like Dean, and rest like you’d been longing to do since the moment you left to come home that day. You could rest in the comfort of your shared space for as long as you needed to get better. You were almost there.

But you weren’t.

In that moment, you felt like you were miles away from your destination, you felt like the conversation the two of them were having just a few feet away had been miles away from you, their voices muffled far more than they should be for how close they’d really been to you.

You slowed yourself to a wavering stop for a minute just to gather yourself a little more than you were then and there, reaching out for the wall that was just a little farther than you anticipated it to be. Your ears began to ring slightly, gradually, as that same nausea made its unpleasant return in your stomach, eyes squeezing shut just for a moment. You weren’t aware of just how awful you looked in that moment, but you knew it couldn’t have been too good if it was a reflection of how you were feeling in that very same moment. To be quite honest you felt like you’d just run a marathon with the way you couldn’t catch your breath, with the way your heart had been hammering within your chest at a faster than normal pace.

You felt like a walking, breathing disaster, and sure enough, you looked like it too.

Dean’s brows furrowed when he followed Sam’s gaze, to you, to you who stood there unsure of yourself as a flurry of emotions flashed over your face within a second’s time. A number of emotions, none of anything positive being displayed and it intensified the worries he’d had running through him. A sheen of sweat had glistened over your skin despite the chill that ran through you, your vision doubled as you opened your eyes once more to try and give Dean a glance.

“Y/n?” Your name fell from his lips, soft and hesitant at first as the initial confusion took over, his mouth going dry as he approached you.

“I’m…” you start, nodding your head as you swallow thickly. “I’m fine, Dean. I just…"

Your words were failing you, your ability to form a coherent thought failing you in that moment as you lost all means of balance, teetering on the edge of collapsing before you’d gone and done it. The shout of your name had come off as an echo to you, the impact of the floor having been cold and unforgiving as you fell, too weak to catch yourself.

He hated just how limp you felt in his arms as he knelt beside you, the pain jolting through him from dropping to his knees on the concrete floor having been the very least of his concerns as he watched you. Panic had lanced through him as your head lulled, caught in the crook of his arm as his other hand grabbed your face. Despite the sweat gleaming across your skin, your cheeks were void of any heat that you’d expect to feel and it only added to his upset.

“Y/n!” He called out, your brows furrowing as you felt yourself go from bad to worse, a steady declining feeling blanketing you. “Sweetheart, stay with me.”

His voice was loud, carrying through the winding hall in an echoing display of his fear, the sound taunting him as it bounced off the walls. You nodded weakly, despite the way your heartbeat hammered loudly in your ears enough to muffle what he’d been saying to Sam, or the way you couldn’t hold yourself up if it weren’t for the way he held you. Despite that, you nodded for him.

That ache from the wound you’d walked away from that hunt with was still very much there, that you knew. You knew things didn’t look good for you in that moment, not with the way Dean looked at you as if his heart had been ripped from his chest, or the fear in his eyes when he’d pressed his fingers to the side of your neck, your pulse faint but bounding beneath his fingertips. Things were continuing to go from bad to worse, to far beyond that and you knew that wasn’t a good sign.

You knew it the moment that feeling hit you in the car an hour earlier and the panic you felt was only increasing the more you thought things over.

You should have said something then, you know that now. You should have stopped saying you were fine when you so clearly weren’t, should have stopped doing what you always do and downplay a situation in fear of thinking about the outcome. You should have known better than to think it’d be as easy as Dean patching you up, not after what that spirit did to you. Nothing in hunting is ever as good as it seems, as easy as it seems, and you should have said something earlier.

Because now, now you were quite sure you were facing your fate when you didn’t have time to prepare for it. And that’s what scared you the most. It could have been something trivial, that’s what you’d been longing for it to be, but you knew it was just your own denial telling you that.

“Dean,” you say, taking a breath as you look up at him. The green eyes you loved so much were filled with a kind of emotion you never liked to see. “I—I just want you to know—”

“No, no c’mon. We’re not doing this sweetheart, okay?”

Nausea hit him like a ton of bricks at the sight of the crimson that slowly began to stain your teeth when you coughed, rage bursting through him in waves over the situation he doesn’t know how to control the ending of. Over the fact that he doesn’t think he can control the outcome for the love of his life in his very arms. He knows nothing in this life is guaranteed, not for the life of someone who hunts the world’s worst monsters.

He’s lost so much in his life, but damn does this one hurt.

“I don’t feel so good,” you murmur instead, watching the expressions flicker across his face through half closed eyes as you groan, brows furrowing at the expression he’d been looking at you with. “What is it?”

He couldn’t tell you what he saw, he wouldn’t do it.

“I know you don’t,” he says softly, chuckling despite it being void of humor, running his hand over your head. “I know you don’t but you’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”

All you could do was hum and nod, a soft noise you can’t quite tell had left your lips as the weight of your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. You were tired, that much was true. But he tapped your cheek with his hand lightly, grabbing ahold of your face.

“Don’t do that,” he urged, “please, don’t do that.”

He looked to Sam, a mirrored look of panic looking back at him that didn’t do much to soothe his stresses.

He feels near paralyzed when his gaze drops to you again, your eyes closed. He’d grabbed your face and called your name till his throat felt like sandpaper, till it felt like he swallowed a thousand knives he shouted your name. He held you tight in his arms as his mind worried in a frenzy of fear, calling out desperately for the one person that could help.

Cas.

If there was one thing that Dean Winchester knew how to do, it was worry. He’d worry himself to death over the ones he loved, in fact, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep them safe. But worry is what he’d done for the last two and a half hours and nothing else.

If it was possible, one might think he’d wear a hole in the floor from his pacing at the foot of the bed in the bunkers infirmary. Cas had come in a moment’s notice much to Dean’s relief, had swooped in quite literally and healed you the way he hoped you could be.

It turns out that spirit had done more than just graze you, had gone a little deeper than either of you had thought. It turns out you’d been bleeding more than just on the surface, and that it hadn’t actually slowed to a stop once he’d patched you up back there. You were bleeding this whole time, you just didn’t know it until it almost became too late.

It all made sense now, the way you were acting in the car. The restlessness, the agitation and the way you couldn’t sit still. He knew there was something wrong even when you refused to admit it, and he hated it when you did that. Hated it when you kept your pain to yourself when you really didn’t need to, in favor of staving his worry and trying to be independent, and that’s something he knew well.

But that wasn’t the point, the point was you were lying there in that bed almost within an inch of your life had Cas not come. The point was he nearly lost you in his arms and he couldn’t help the blame that sparked and burst within him that maybe he shouldn’t have believed you when you said you were fine. He didn’t, but he felt he should have kept pushing, kept prying to get you to admit it. Thinking that maybe he should have known there was more to that injury by the way your face crinkled up when it happened, by the way you fell to the floor for a moment or two before you stood back on your feet.

He felt like this was on him, and it was tearing him up from the inside out.

Dean ran through a myriad of emotions that night, each one hitting harder than the last. He was scared, the mere thought of losing someone he found himself rapidly not being able to see himself living without having scared him more than he’d care to even admit. He was angry, his fear masked behind clenched jaws and hands running through hair, chairs kicked and chest heaving. Angry at himself for not having gotten to you sooner back there.

It was a never ending cycle of fear and anger and guilt, a cycle he felt he’d always feel in one way or another so long as the ones he loves keep getting hurt when he feels he has the means to prevent it somehow.

For the better part of that two hours, apart from the anxious pacing, he sat at your side as you rested. He was reluctant to leave your side should something happen again. He couldn’t handle that and he knew it. He sat there with his elbows on his knees, chin in his hands. He held your hand for a while, thumb absentmindedly brushing over your knuckles as his foot tapped and his knee bounced subconsciously.

For the better part of that two hours, the events of what lead up to that point had replayed in his mind over and over in a taunting loop, having worsened the feeling he held each and every time it restarted. Each time he recalled something more in the way you’d looked in the car, in the way you acted, in the way you felt in his arms.

Cas had to tell him a million times over that you’d be okay. That wound on your stomach had been healed, everything had been healed as though it was never there. He told him a thousand times over that you were stable, you were okay. You were okay, but he couldn’t find it in himself to get over it just yet.

The last time Cas had said it was when he believed it, it was when he couldn’t be in that room another second otherwise he just might crack. He couldn’t bear to see you laying there like that, no matter the fact that you were just fine. It made his stomach churn and twist in knots.

He left, the stack of lore books swept off the table in the library in his wake, a string of curses leaving his lips. He went to your shared room first, the door slamming roughly behind him. He was angry at no one else but himself despite the fact that he shouldn’t be, but he’ll beg to differ on that a thousand times over.

When you woke up, the infirmary was empty. You’d seen the chair at your bedside that hadn’t normally been there. And if it wasn’t telling enough of Dean’s presence, the weight of his jacket splaying warmly overtop of you was sure to make it all the more obvious he’d been there.

You were sore as you sat up, stiff from having been laying in the same position for an amount of time you were sure of. But, when you lifted the hem of your shirt, that burning wound had no longer resided where it’d been. That nausea had since dissolved, that headache had gone away for the most part, and the weakness you felt, the dizziness, it’d all gone away. You knew it was done with the help of no one other than Cas.

You were sure Dean had been there with you for quite some time, but you also knew Dean better than to think he’d handle it well. You knew by the way you’d woken up by yourself that he’d handled it horribly. He gets worked up over injuries that are on a smaller scale, but this, this was far different than that. Inches from meeting your fate had been much too different than that and you knew he’d disappeared to sulk by himself.

You sighed when you pushed yourself off the bed, leaving the empty infirmary before navigating the bunker. The sight of the books splaying messily across the floor had been an indication of something you already suspected, the quiet in the air having added to the tension only followed when one of the three of you had been angry.

Your bedroom was empty, the blankets stretching over to his side of the bed having been wrinkled some from where he’d been sitting. A photo of the two of you had been sitting there on the nightstand, half-tucked under the base of the lamp sitting lit atop it, the drawer not closed all the way.

The Impala was still in the garage where he’d parked it hours ago, a frown tugging at your lips at the sight of the very hallway everything had taken place.

You knew where he’d be at this hour, at one where everyone should be asleep. Sam had been, you were sure of that, but if Dean hadn’t been in either of those places, you knew where he’d be.

A knowing sigh left your lips as you stepped down into the kitchen, the very one you’d been looking for sitting at the table. You saw the bottle of whiskey on the table and you saw the glass in his hand. You saw the way his hair had been a ruffled mess and you saw the ivory of his knuckles as he held that very same glass. You knew that all too well, you knew he’d been all sorts of torn up inside. He was.

“Knew I’d find you here,” you say, his head turning at the sound of your voice.

You could see the relief flooding his expression as he looked up at you, at the way his eyes widened and the way his face lit up just a little bit more than before, though it didn’t take long for the crease between his brows to deepen once more as you sat down next to him. He’s quiet for a moment before he presses a lingering kiss to your temple, and another as his next words are murmured against your skin.

“Sweetheart, you should be in bed, you’ve been through it today.”

You could hear the fatigue in the softness of his tone, could feel his nose brush against your temple before he turned away.

“Without you?” Your words are lighter as a soft smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He chuckles, half-humorous as he shakes his head, swirling the whiskey around in his glass. He swallows thickly, thoughts weighing heavy on his mind as a million words sit on the tip of his tongue. You knew a little humor didn’t do much to stave off that feeling he held.

“‘M fine, Dean.”

“Don’t say that,” he says, head shaking before he brings the glass up to his mouth and swallows the rest of his drink, pouring himself another.

You saw the way his eyes were rimmed a pale shade of pink. Dean Winchester wasn’t one to cry too often, but you could always tell when he had been. His eyes were red and so was the very tip of his nose, flushed a soft pink and the quiver in his lip hadn’t quite left just yet.

“I’m serious, Dean. I’m okay.”

“Well you weren’t a few hours ago, Y/n. You were damn near dead,” he says, louder than before as his jaw tenses.

“Well I’m not,” you counter, the huff that puffs through his nose an indication of his frustration.

“I’m glad this is just another day to you, Y/n.”

He brings his hands up to his face, rubbing over it in frustration as he sniffs. You saw that quiver just a little more now, one he hid behind his glass as he tipped his head back and drank it.

“For cryin’ out loud you still got blood on your teeth, Y/n,” he says, softer this time as the tension in his jaw loosens.

You sigh softly, more so to yourself as you stay quiet for a moment or two, your tongue swiping over your teeth before you bite the inside of your cheek. You can see the emotions flicker and roll through him, can see the guilt written clear across his face to match the feeling simmering in the pit of his stomach. When you got up, he’d expected you to just walk away, though instead you find yourself leaning atop the wooden table.

You snag the glass from the loose grip he had on it, setting it aside as he drug his hands down his face.

Your shoulders drop a fraction as you look down at your hands for a moment, foot tapping quietly against the floor. When you looked at him, his gaze was on the table, the inside of his cheek between his teeth. You bring your hand up to smooth over his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, thumb brushing over his chin. His eyes lift to yours, weary and upset.

You don’t fail to miss the way he leans into your touch no matter how subtle, or the way the clench in his jaw dissipates the rest of the way before your hand drops to your lap.

“There was nothing you could’ve done differently back there, De. No matter how much you think otherwise,” you say, watching that tension return as he looks away. “I know that’s what you’re thinking right now, but I’m still here. Now you don’t have to believe me on this, and I know you won’t, but you were there when I needed you the most. And that’s the only thing that matters to me. So you can be mad at yourself all you want, you can blame yourself all you want, but I’m not blaming this on you.”

He sat quietly, simmering in his own silence with closed eyes as his chest heaves a bit more than normal. You swipe your thumb across the crease between his brows, smoothing it softly as you watch the way he bites the inside of his cheek. Dean Winchester’s got a whole lot of stubbornness in him, but a whole lot of softness no matter how many layers of anger and frustration and worry sit atop it.

You move from the table after a beat of silence, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He relaxed under your embrace, more so when you dipped down from behind him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, one more for good measure.

You don’t know what to say for a little while as your head rests against his, arms dangling over his shoulders as you clasp your hands together loosely. You know for a fact he’s still beating himself up for this, that was something you knew was unavoidable. But that was something you could handle.

“Come to bed, De, it’s late,” you murmur, kissing his cheek once, twice, three times.

He hums at first, nodding his head. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You let him go with a soft squeeze to his shoulders, spinning on your heel as you sigh softly. But it doesn’t take more than a mere few seconds before you hear him move around.

“Sweetheart, wait.”

You turn around once more, brow raised in curiosity.

He’s hesitant for a moment before he crosses the room in a couple of steps, arms around you in an instant. You wrap yours around his neck, his embrace near bone crushing as his face tucks into your neck. His stubble is rough against your skin, the softness of your smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. He’s got fistfuls of your shirt in his palms, holding you close as you stand up on your toes.

“What do you say we ditch hunting for a little while?” He mumbles into your neck, your soft laughter immediate as you lean back to look at him. “Don’t want you dyin’ on me again, sweetheart.”

You bit your cheek for a moment as you shook your head, fighting a smile. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Winchester.”

He rolls his eyes, looking to the side as he fights the beginnings of his smile. “Yeah, well, I’m good with that.”

The tension he held minutes ago lessened some, his expression softer as he looked down at you. You lean on your toes and kiss him softly, lingering just over his lips for a few seconds before kissing him once more with a smile as you speak up.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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[guardianofrivendell]

A Royal Tease

Thorin x fem!reader

Requested: kind of - this was a favor to a very special person! 

Warnings:  NSFW with an E rating, so please only read if you’re 18+! 

A/N: Wowee... that was a ride! Writing smut is definitely NOT the same as reading it :) Let me know how I did it and if I should write more smut in the future. I still feel like it jumps from here to there sometimes, but the longer I worked on it, the worse it got so I decided to stop editing and throw it on here 🙈

Before you start reading, another friendly reminder that English is NOT my first language, so if some sentences feel forced or the vocabulary feels too simple or not descriptive enough, that’s why! 

Thorin was lying on his back in the sand, eyes closed and panting heavily. 

“Another one!” he growled after a few seconds.  “Are you sure you can take another one? Married life sure is taking a toll on ya!” Dwalin teased, getting in his starting position again. He rolled his muscles and Thorin could hear his bones crack. Dwalin was enjoying this far too much. 

Thorin might be losing his touch, but Mahal be his witness, he would never admit defeat. He couldn’t give Dwalin the satisfaction. So he pushed himself back up while muttering a line of very colourful words, ready to smack that smirk of his best friend’s face.

These late night sparring sessions with Dwalin were a godsend to get rid of the tension and frustration in his body, but that didn’t mean he would let him off the hook so easily. 

Wiping the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand, he walked towards the opposite side of the training field.  His tunic clung to his body, dripping with sweat so Thorin decided to take it off. 

“What in Durin’s name are those?” Dwalin’s voice boomed across the field.

Thorin immediately held his tunic in front of him, as if he had been caught doing something that he shouldn’t. He completely forgot about them. 

“S’none of your business,” he muttered.

“As your personal guard it is my bloody business, Thorin,” Dwalin retorted, making his way towards his King. 

“Who gave ya those bruises?”

Thorin stared at his best friend and felt his cheeks flush. He could see Dwalin’s thoughts take a turn for the worst, blaming himself for his King’s injuries. But he couldn’t tell him the truth, could he?  

“You were not the one who caused them,” Thorin said in a tone that made it clear he wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Then who did?” he pressed on. 

“Leave it, Dwalin.”

But Dwalin was quicker and snatched the shirt out of his hands so the bruises were visible. 

“Thorin…”

Dwalin’s eyes traveled over the King’s bare chest. His pecs, abs and hips were covered in dark purple bruises, each one of them the size of a gold coin. His eyes landed on the waistband of Thorin’s breeches and it looked like the bruises didn’t stop there.

“I’m supposed to protect ya, Thorin. Who mistreated you like this?”

Thorin kept his eyes focused on Dwalin’s, as if he wanted to have a staring match. Dwalin could see the internal battle his King was fighting, before Thorin broke eye contact and turned around to put his tunic back on.

“They’re Y/N’s alright,” he hissed, without looking at him. 

Dwalin stood completely shocked for a few seconds, before he balled his fists and almost bristled in anger.

“Dam or not, she can’t treat ya that way, Thorin,” he said through clenched teeth. 

Thorin placed his hands on Dwalin’s shoulders to calm him down. 

“No, my friend. No, it’s not like that at all… They happened during…” Thorin took a deep breath and lowered his voice in case someone could overhear. “During our lovemaking.”

Dwalin’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide.  But he didn’t back off like Thorin had expected. If any, it peaked his interest. 

“She hurts ya for… Pleasure?”

Dwalin’s nose scrunched up, like the thought of someone hurting their One for pleasure was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. Which, in his humble opinion, it most certainly was.

“In her world what happens at night is a lot more... interesting, to give it a name. We’ve been missing out, Dwalin. You can trust me on that.”

“But she hurts ya?” he repeated. 

Thorin chuckled. “Believe me, it doesn’t hurt one bit. On the contrary...”

They started walking out of the training halls, their sparring session long forgotten. 

Thorin knew it might not be appropriate to discuss his love life so openly with his friend, but he was almost certain Y/N wouldn’t mind and he felt relieved he could finally talk to someone about it.

“You don’t know half the things she’s capable of, Dwalin… The way her hands feel when she… Mahal!” Thorin groaned at the memories of your late night activities. 

“Easy there, lad,” Dwalin chuckled. “Ya don’t want to ruin those trousers too, aye?”

Thorin shoved him in a playful jest, but the seasoned warrior didn’t even budge.  He shook his head, tutting at the poor attempt of his King. “Pathetic.”

While they were walking towards the Royal wing of the mountain, Thorin told his friend about some of the things he learned the last few weeks. 

Dwarrows were a bit old fashioned in the bedchambers, or ‘rather prude’ as Y/N had called it, and she helped him discover a different side of himself.

By the time Thorin had told Dwalin about the different positions he definitely should try besides the classic one, they’d reached the heavy double doors of Thorin’s chambers and Dwalin’s cheeks had turned a few shades darker. 

Dwalin halted and nodded at the guards posted at each side of the door. 

Thorin opened the door and the right corner of his lips twitched. He was still a bit agitated that he couldn’t beat his friend on the grounds but there was always another way to get the upper hand...

“Oh and Dwalin… They use their mouth too.”

“Well I may hope so, it’s hard to kiss without yer lips,” he said, not understanding what Thorin meant. 

“Not for kissing, Dwalin. Not only for kissing.”

Thorin closed the door, leaving a speechless and heavily flustered Dwalin in the hallway.

*

When he turned around with the intention of entering his chambers and relaxing for the night, someone forcefully pressed his back against the door and pulled his face down in a heated kiss. 

It only took him a fraction of a second to wrap his arms around his wife and happily return the kiss, not wasting any time with deepening it by swiping her bottom lip with his tongue.  He felt her smile against his lips and she broke the kiss. 

“Eager, are we?”

“I do recall it was you who couldn’t resist me, ghivashel, you didn’t even let me come in properly,” Thorin chuckled, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around her while he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 

In the meantime, her hands started traveling on their own, making their way over his broad shoulders and upper arms, before finally settling on his chest. His tunic was still damp from his earlier activities and left nothing to the imagination. Not that she needed to imagine it, she knew exactly what he was hiding underneath. What was hers…

Y/N smiled. “I can’t greet my husband after a day’s hard work?”

She reached up and caught his lips in another kiss. Thorin hummed softly.

“Aye,” he said, his hands lingering on her back, but he couldn’t resist slowly lowering them towards the delicious curve of her buttocks. He gave them a firm squeeze and pulled her flush against his body. 

Y/N could feel someone else greeting her.  “Well hello to you both,” she smirked. 

Even though she knew Thorin was that kind of dwarf who gets easily aroused - which was incredibly fun during meetings and official visits - he still caught her off guard with how fast his soldier could report for duty. 

“We’re at your service, little one,” he said, lowering his voice. 

Licking her lips in anticipation, Y/N grabbed the hem of his tunic and lifted it upwards.  Thorin raised his arms and helped her get the tunic off his body, carelessly tossing it aside. His breathing growing heavy already with the adrenaline still in his body from the earlier workout. 

His trousers and undergarments were next, she tugged at the laces and let the fabric pool around his ankles. 

She took a few steps back and took the time to admire the view before her.  His silver and black hair screaming at her to get her hands in, so she could tug it just the way he liked it. The dark hair dusted across his broad chest, trailing down towards his V line and circling around his member. The bruises her lips left the night before stood out on his skin, proof of her claim on him.  Thorin was absolutely stunning. A work of art.

“Like what you see?” he hummed, his voice still a deep rumble, hitting her right in her core. Mahal, bless that voice! 

“Always,” she whispered.

When she turned around and started walking away from him, Thorin grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“You’re not going to leave me like this, are you,” he growled. 

He knew she was capable of it, she’d done it before. There was nothing his wife liked more than teasing him and leaving him hanging for a while. According to her it was fun, she liked getting him all riled up, but for Thorin it was absolute torture. He wasn’t used to not getting things when he wanted them. 

“Easy tiger, I was just going to draw you a bath.”

*

Thorin sighed deeply when he reclined in the tub, the warm water soothing his aching muscles. 

“Feels good?” Y/N smiled, getting a washcloth ready. 

He nodded and hummed softly, closing his eyes. His nose filled with the scent of the burning wood from the fire and lavender from the bathwater, and combined with the warm temperature of the water it made him finally relax.

She sat down behind the bathtub and took the bottle of oil for his hair. Y/N brought the opened bottle close to her face, smelling the herbal fragrance. She inhaled it deeply, loving the smell because it reminded her of Thorin. Her husband. Her King. 

“I’ll start with your hair.”

She poured a little oil on her hands and rubbed them together to spread it evenly.  Her fingers purposefully moved around his scalp, working in small circular motions. He moaned when she added just the right amount of pressure to massage the oil in his hair and again when she started delivering gentle strokes around his ears and neck.  With a cup she poured hot water over his hair to rinse it. Thorin kept his eyes closed when she was finished, his body completely relaxed and at peace.

Seeing how he turned into mush under her skilled hands, made washing Thorin’s hair something Y/N loved to do. It was not her favorite part… no, that part came up next. 

She leaned over and pressed a kiss below his ear, and took the washcloth from the side of the tub. Carefully pouring some oil on it, she kneaded the cloth until it was properly soaked, before she let it glide over his chest. 

A smile played around her lips when Thorin groaned as soon as she started massaging his muscles with the cloth, washing away the tension in them. 

Her hands let the washcloth glide over the muscles in his arms, shoulders and legs, adding enough pressure to work the knots out, leaving no skin untouched.

Except the part where he needed her touch the most. 

Every time she came close, Thorin bit his lip in anticipation but she always changed direction or directed her attention elsewhere. He grew more and more desperate, she noticed. So far so good.  

“What were you and Dwalin talking about?” she asked, curious about the subject of their conversation.  

Thorin opened his eyes, but couldn’t meet hers. 

“Ah… yes. Well, I may have taken off my tunic during our sparring session tonight.”

Oh. So Dwalin got curious, she thought.  She abandoned the washcloth, letting it float around the water.

“I bet he had some questions about these?”

Her finger started trailing the contours of the bruises. First in a faster circular motion, but as she got closer to his hips she slowed her pace down and adjusted the pressure to nothing more than a feather-light touch. 

Thorin closed his eyes again and let his head fall back against the sloping side of the tub. His breath came quicker and when her eyes wandered down his stomach, she was pleased to notice his member was back at full attention again. When she let her finger linger near the tip, she could hear him hold his breath in anticipation. 

“What did you tell him?”

But Thorin didn’t give her an answer, too focused on her movements and ministrations. She was so close, just a little more to the left...

But instead of doing what he wanted her to do - and she knew he was desperate for it, her teasing and lingering touches had made him wild with desire - she changed direction again and traced the inside of his thigh and pelvic bone, purposefully ignoring his hard on. 

“Tease!” he groaned, clutching the edge of the tub in frustration. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow in question. “A tease? Me?”

She stood up, clutching her chest like she was actually shocked by his accusation.

“I would never,” she smirked, and Thorin loved the way her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re the one who doesn’t want to tell me what you told Dwalin.”

“I merely gave him some advice based on our experiences, ghivashel. I believe master Dwalin will keep his flushed cheeks for the remainder of the week. Serves him right.”

Satisfied with his answer, she turned to grab a towel, dropping it on a nearby chair for him to use later. 

“I’ll leave you to it then.” 

Her eyes lingered on his pulsing cock for a few seconds before she winked at him. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much.”

Before she could leave him, he called out to her.

“The least you can do is give me another kiss.”

Y/N smiled and leaned down to peck his nose. 

“No, a kiss worthy of a king,” he groaned. 

But when she leaned further down to press her lips on his, she missed how his eyes held the same twinkle hers did a few moments ago…

Before she knew it, Thorin had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. Their movements made the water splash everywhere and Y/N shrieked when her dress got soaked with the bathwater. 

“Oakenshield,” she growled, pushing her off his chest with her hands and settling in his lap.

She enjoyed the lustful clouding of his eyes when she moved just the slightest, giving him the friction he longed for. 

“Always trying to get what you want,” she reprimanded him. 

“Can you blame me?”

His hands drifted admiringly over her body, following the curves of her bossom and hips. 

“Yes!”

He was taking over control and she had to stop it before she gave in. With some difficulty she managed to climb out of the tub and wrung the water out of the dress of her skirt, turning the bathroom floor in a small pond.  Seeing as Thorin made no move to get out of his bath or apologize, Y/N decided to take the teasing to a higher level. 

Keeping her back to her husband, she slowly unhooked the fastings of her dress and let it drop to the floor with a slap.  She heard the sharp intake of Thorin’s breath and the slosh of the water when he sat up. 

Oh, that’s right… Did she forget to mention she wasn’t wearing anything underneath? Oops…

He wasted no time in getting out of the bath, not even bothering to take a towel to dry himself. The only thing on his mind was to get to his wife as fast as possible. 

She whimpered when their bodies clashed together, the evidence of his arousal poking between her butt cheeks. His lips attacked her neck, and she was almost certain the firm grip of his fingers on her waist would leave bruises the next day. Not that she minded.   

He guided them into their bedroom, and when the back of her knees touched the bed frame, her mind cleared and she tutted at him. 

“Since when are you in charge, yâsûn?”

He cupped her breasts, softly kneading them and letting his thumbs flick over her nipples. He lowered his head to take one in his mouth, not stopping his caresses on the other one. 

Y/N sighed and let her head fall on her shoulder, her hand finding its way in his hair. His damned mouth...

“I don’t hear you complain,” he smirked.

She certainly didn’t complain when he slid one of his thick, calloused fingers between her folds, and Thorin moaned when he felt how slick she already was. 

“You’ve been enjoying your teasing,” he accused her. “All this for me?”

She grabbed his length and he hissed at the sudden contact. She stroked a few times to spread the precum, and when her thumb flicked the head it took all his strength not to come all over her hand right that minute. 

“I couldn’t stay behind with all this for me...” she smirked. 

With a growl he connected their lips again. His wife knew exactly which buttons to press and    he both loved and hated it. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed her thighs and squeezed them, urging her to jump up. Y/N did as asked - which surprised Thorin - and locked her ankles behind his back to keep her balance. 

Not bothering to clear the furs from the bed, he laid her down on top of them, her hair sprawled out on the pillows. 

She bit her lip when she noticed how his eyes had darkened even further, Thorin looked like he could devour her any minute. She didn’t realise how close to the truth she was. Maybe he needed another round of teasing...

Before she could follow through with her plan, Thorin took the lead.

He flipped her on her stomach, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto him, all in one fluent move. It was a position they only did once before but he had already claimed it as his favorite. 

Knowing what he wanted, she placed her knees on either side of his hips and let her back rest against his front. The hairs on his chest rubbed deliciously against her soft skin and she had a hard time staying still. The muscles in his thighs and stomach were rock hard, just like her toy in between.  Y/N’s hand went up his hair and tugged it harshly when her clit came in contact with his cock.

“Are you ready for me, little one?”

His voice got even lower if that was possible, the words wrapping around her like a silky smooth blanket. If he kept talking like that, it would be over for her before they even began. 

“Thorin, please,” she begged.

“I thought you liked teasing?” he chuckled. 

She grabbed his member, guiding it to her entrance and lowered herself down in an attempt to shut him up, a desperate moan falling from her lips when their hips connected. Thorin tightened his grip on her. She felt absolutely divine. 

“Only when I’m the one doing it,” she gasped, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out. 

One of his arms slid around her stomach and settled between her legs, circling her clit with his thumb when he began to thrust upwards. 

They soon found a steady rhythm, and Y/N could feel her orgasm building quickly. 

No, too soon, she thought and she slowed down the pace, slapping his hand away from her clit.

She leaned forward, keeping her body up with her hands on the furs. The new angle made her feel every inch of him and a loud moan escaped her throat. 

This is what she had been craving the entire day. 

She raised her hips until only his tip was inside of her and then lowered herself down, agonizingly slow. 

“You’re such a good girl for me. Mahal, keep going, do not stop!”

She loved it when he got vocal, and with each curse and praise he murmured, she felt herself getting closer to her release. 

Thorin noticed her change in breathing and pitch of her moans and sped up the pace. 

This was all feeling too good and with the help of his encouragements she came undone, clutching the furs until her knuckles turned white.

He cursed heavily when she clamped down on him, but did his best to help her ride out her high. He kissed her neck and stilled his movements to give her a break, only resuming them when she nodded that she was okay. 

As he began to thrust even harder and faster, Thorin gathered her hair in one hand to keep her in place, his other hand firmly on her waist while he chased his own release. His moans became increasingly louder, less controlled with each thrust and a curse escaped his lips.

“You feel too good, ghivashel, m’not going to last,” he hissed through clenched teeth. 

He came with a shout and a cutoff curse but kept thrusting in and out of her until he felt himself soften. When he finally pulled out, he covered her back in kisses.

Y/N laid down on the bed and opened her arms for him to cuddle. Both their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and it took them a while to catch their breath. 

These were the moments when she felt the safest. In his arms, in the after bliss of their lovemaking, listening to the soft and even breathing of her husband. She kissed his head and trailed the muscles of his upper back with her finger, earning her a content sigh from Thorin. 

A chuckle escaped her throat and he looked up at her questioningly.

“Now you have something new to tell Dwalin,” she said with a wink. 

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