Nicole B

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18. Favorite foreplay activities with a Alpha!Deku per favore e grazie

I enjoy rubbing up against my partner and teasing them until they can’t bare it any longer

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So uhhhhh

I was um, just scrolling through tumblr when I see a post from a favourite artist which led to me thinking “hey, I wanna write this!” (not the picture, just something I thought of while staring at it).

Anyways, so instead of doing my requests like a good birb…I uh…wrote this and thought, what the fuck, it’s a reader insert, let’s share it on the blog!

Um…omegaverse…threesome…double penetration…Mirio and Tamaki with a reader…enjoy…? Feedback would be appreciated for my constant need to improve my writing style and what to post here

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 You couldn’t hide the soft whimper of excitement as Mirio’s erect dick was freed from it’s confinements, his hungry gaze glued to your lips. A low, snarl of desire building in his chest as he gripped the base of his dick firmly, his other hand now tangled in your hair, tugging viciously to get your gaze to meet his.

 “You’re wet.”

 You gulped faintly, your lips suddenly feeling chapped and dry, his statement sending a shiver down your spine.

 “Always for you alpha…” You whispered softly, whining as Mirio rubbed the tip of his dick against your lips, precum smearing over them, forcing you to resist the urge to lick up the bitter substance. You were addicted to your alpha and he loved to use that against you.

 Every. Time.

 “Have you been a good girl?”

 His head tilted to the side as his grip on your hair tightened, a low growl of warning in his throat, daring you to say something you shouldn’t.

 “Yes, I’ve been a good girl!” You couldn’t help the slight whine in your voice, heat pooling between your thighs while Mirio continued to rub the tip of his dick against your lips, taunting you with what you desperately wanted but couldn’t yet have.

 “Do you know why Tamaki is here?” Mirio questioned, forcefully turning your head to the side to look at the couch where Tamaki sat naked, his legs spread and his dick standing at attention, his throbbing obvious.

 Oh. A treat…

 “For me to please alpha…”

 Mirio hummed in approval, his actions gentler as he turned your head back to face him, the tip of his dick pressed against your parted lips, his slight nod signalling what you had been waiting for.

 Without hesitation, you sank your head onto his dick, relaxing your throat when you felt the tip slide past your tongue, your eyes fluttering shut while you enjoyed the taste of your alpha.

 You were allowed just a moment with his dick in your mouth before he stepped back, removing his now wet dick from past your plump lips, a chuckle filling the room once you whimpered in disappointment.

 Couldn’t he smell your heat?

 “Tamaki’s waiting.”

 Though his voice was calm, you moved between Tamaki’s legs quickly, looking up at him as his chest heaved, his eyes glued to your smaller form, a low growl in his chest.

 Oh. Oh. Tamaki was in a rut…

 “Up we go!” With a laugh, Mirio lifted you onto Tamaki’s lap, his hands settling on your boobs, squeezing firmly while Tamaki’s erection pressed against your drenched folds, his hands on your hips, nails biting into your skin.

 “Tamaki has always just sat through his rut you know, never fucked anyone…and I know how much you love to satisfy me…so I want you to please Tamaki the same way you would me. Understand?” Mirio questioned, pinching your nipples, making you whimper and nod your head quickly, your arms sliding around Tamaki’s neck while your lips went to his ear, brushing against it faintly, your mind fogging with desire as his dick continued to rub against your folds, teasing you.

 Tamaki’s hand tangled in your hair as Mirio stepped back, sitting on the small coffee table in front of the couch, his hand lazily stroking at his dick, enjoying the start of what would be a perfect show.

 “So warm…wet…it feels hot…” Tamaki whispered against your flesh as his teeth buried themselves in the front of your neck possessively, his hips rocking up to slip the very tip of his dick past your waiting folds, making you cry out, hips moving of their own accord, sinking yourself down onto his dick further.

 “You know, Tamaki is actually similar to me…a direct descent of wolves…which means he can shift and his ruts are worse…” Mirio informed, his eyes glued to Tamaki’s dick, his own throbbing at the way your body invited in the new alpha.

 Before you could respond, the hands on your body dropped to your ass, claws digging in as Tamaki lifted you off of him, your body hovering just above his dick as it pulsed, shifting to match it’s form when Tamaki was a wolf, though Tamaki himself remained human.

 “I want…to feel you squeeze me”

 With that quiet whisper, Tamaki pulled your body down onto his, his hips bucking up hard, filling your up completely with his large dick, making you scream out at the sudden feeling, your back arching with the pleasure.

 Tamaki’s lips covered yours as his tongue invaded your mouth, wrestling with your own for an easily won dominance, his hips moving savagely, constantly filling you with his large size, each thrust rocking your body with pleasure.

 Moaning, you rocked your hips to meet his thrusts, your tongue moving against his eagerly, inviting him to touch you more, to experience your body…and then suddenly, a hand was in your hair and your head was yanked back, leaving you to look up at your hungry alpha, his lips instantly replacing Tamaki’s, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, drawing blood.

 “Fuck…doing this while we’re both in a rut…I can taste him on you…do you like the way he fills you? Do you crave his knot?” Mirio growled out, his tongue running over your bottom lip, licking away the faint traces of blood while he re-positioned himself behind your body, his erection pressing against Tamaki’s dick as it slammed into you, Tamaki’s mouth sealed around your nipple, teeth scraping against it, his tongue following to soothe the abused bud.

 “Y-Yes…I like…I like the way…he fills me…! And…I-I crave…I need…his knot…” Your cheeks flushed as you cried out in pleasure, your hips moving hard to keep up with Tamaki’s movements, your voice echoing through the house as Mirio’s dick pressed against your folds firmly, slowly slipping past and sliding into your welcoming body, forcing a low moan out of Tamaki, his hips bucking hard.

 You were so full…you could almost burst…and you didn’t even want to think about what was going to happen when they filled you with their cum.

 “Alpha…alpha…so full…you both…I’m…” You trailed off as your mind struggled to send the words to your lips, instead soft whimpers slipping out as the two alphas settled on a hard rhythm, their dicks throbbing with each thrust, your nails digging into Tamaki’s back roughly while your head leaned back, leaning against Mirio’s muscled chest.

 Omegas weren’t built to take on such strong alphas…or such big alphas.

 “Fuck…I want to knot you so bad babe…squeeze down on us, come on…I know you can…”

 As Mirio trailed off, his hand came down onto your ass, the slap echoing in your ears while your back arched, a loud moan of pleasure filling the room soon after.

 “So tight…close…” Tamaki trailed off as his hips moved harder, his nails dragging along your skin while his tongue worked your nipple, making you whimper and move your hips to pleasure your alphas, Mirio simply moaning and bucking his hips, enjoying the way your walls squeezed down on the two of them.

 He could tell how close you were.

 “I don’t think any of us are going to last long like this…”

 Mirio groaned low as his hand dipped between your body and Tamaki’s, his finger brushing against your oh-so-sensitive clit, causing your hips to buck hard while heat began to build in the pit of your stomach, knots beginning to swell inside of you.

 They were both so close…and they were both planning on knotting your body.

 “Tamaki, turn her around!”

 Mirio’s order was sharp, filled with a snarl as he pulled out of your body, stepping back slightly and allowing Tamaki to pull out and turn your body around, his dick slamming back into your awaiting warmth as you faced Mirio, his dick suddenly filling your mouth completely as his hands settled on the back of your head, helping him thrust his hips hard, his knot slipping past your lips as it continued to swell, his release close.

 Your hips moved hard as your moans were muffled with Mirio’s throbbing dick, his knot swelling completely, locking his dick in place in your mouth while his hot seed shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow continuously.

 Your moans grew louder around Mirio’s dick as you felt Tamaki’s knot swell, his teeth clamping down on  your shoulder while his hips bucked hard, his seed filling you.

 “Good girl…you took us so well…” Mirio panted heavily, his fingers stroking your cheek while his dick throbbed, more of his seed filling your mouth, your eyes tearing up slightly as you looked up at him.

 As much as you enjoyed this…Mirio’s knot wasn’t exactly small and your jaw was starting to hurt…

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PLEASE WRITE THE CONTINUATION TO BREAKING SMT SPECIAL OF YOOSUNG AND JAEHEES I CHECK YOUR ACOUNT EVERYDAY TO SEE IT IM THIRSTYYY

-frowns- Before you read, aaah, I know there are a lot of different waysfor this piece to be criticized… (I’m sorry, I’m still anxious that this piece will be taken negatively…) Ahah;; Still, it’s here, at least. Now youknow what happens after MC holds the knife in her hand.

–R.I.

WARNING: CHEESY, DRAMATIC, ANGSTY

Highly Recommended to read Part 1 first: [Here]

MC Breaks Something Important to Yoosung: Sequel.

He never got the chance toapologize. He never got the chance to explain.

What was the truthbehind it all? If only he could have been less stubborn, less scared, he wouldhave told you.

After Rika hadpassed away years ago, Yoosung started to see a psychiatrist with Zen’sencouragement, and was diagnosed with depression. His psychiatrist claimed thatit wasn’t abnormal that Yoosung’s grief developed into depression, after all,Rika had been an important figure in his life. It was no wonder that his losscould affect him so deeply.

It’s not that heloved her in the romantic sense—Yoosung knew that others often misunderstood,but he couldn’t care less about their misinterpretations. As long as he himselfknew how he felt, then it didn’t matter. Yoosung treasured Rika as a person,because… he had never learned to love and value himself until he met her.

Before he had mether, Yoosung had always felt like there was nothing special about himself. Hewas just like every other kid out there. He went to school, he studied, helistened to his parents… He wasn’t special. There was no point to his existence.Anyone could replace him.

But Rika had madehim realize that he was more than that.

“You really are a good kid!” Rika had saidupon meeting him for the first time.

Yoosung furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.It’s not like he was doing anything special by volunteering today… His mom hadconvinced him to join Rika in doing this, with the benefit of getting communityhours. He wasn’t the one who wanted to volunteer.

Rika noticed his dubious expression, and shesmiled gently at him, putting down the stack of papers she had been carrying.She cradled his smaller hands in her own, gazing softly into his eyes.

“Yoosung-ah, what are you thinking?” she murmured,looking genuinely curious to hear his thoughts.

He faked a reassuring grin. “Ah, no, I wasjust thinking that you shouldn’t be complimenting me when you work even harderthan me, noona!”

Rika chuckled quietly. “I wasn’t asking fora model-student answer, Yoosung, I was asking what YOU were thinking about.”

Yoosung felt confused by her response atfirst, but sighed when he realized that he probably couldn’t fool her. “Well,you called me a good kid, but it’s not like I’m the one who wanted to volunteerin the first place,” he admitted, frowning.

“Hmm~ So you don’t want to volunteer?” shesaid thoughtfully. “Then, what do youwant to do?”

……He didn’t know the answer to that.

Wasn’t he just supposed to be a good friend,a good son, and a good student? Was there any merit in pursuing his owninterests? Did he even have his own interests…? One that wasn’t influenced bysomeone else, but an interest that he desired all on his own?

“I-I don’t know,” he answered truthfully,averting his eyes in embarrassment.

“Well, if you don’t know yet, then that canonly mean that you’re still on a journey to find out, right?”

“A journey?”

“Yes! I’m sure that as you come toexperience many new things, you’ll be able to find something you truly love andhave passion for, from the bottom of your heart. Aren’t you curious what itcould be?”

“Uhm, I guess so?” He didn’t want to say itout loud, but his cousin’s words were seriously cringeworthy and cheesy.

Despite his unenthusiastic response, Rikabeamed at him. “Perhaps you don’t believe me right now, but I’m certain thatyou’ll find the answer someday. When that time comes, make sure to tell me,okay?”

“Pfft. Okay, I promise.” Yoosung reallydidn’t understand how she could sound so sure of herself. Still, although hedidn’t fully believe her, he did feel a small spark of hope that maybe, justmaybe, she could be right. He couldn’t guarantee that she was wrong, just asmuch as she couldn’t guarantee that she was correct.

So, in an attempt to determine whether herridiculously cheesy ideals were true, he decided to give it a try—opening hiseyes to new experiences. It wouldn’t hurt to try. There was nothing abouthimself that he valued, so what could he possibly lose?

Yoosung began to volunteer more, meetingnumerous people from senior citizens who respectively taught him many lessons,to little children who taught him patience. He put in more effort in hisstudies, which helped him to get along with the other students who wereimpressed by his sudden passion. He even helped out more at home, developing abetter bond with his mother, too.

He didn’t really enjoy any of those things,though.

But the people he interacted with duringthese moments helped him in discovering himself. They’d tell him that he wasfull of potential, hardworking, passionate, reliable, friendly… They recognizedmultiple characteristics in him, praising him, admiring him. To be honest, Yoosungdidn’t believe any of their compliments at first.

But having hundreds of people telling himthe same things over and over again, Yoosung started to believe it, too.

“Yoosung-ah, has something good happened?” Rikaasked curiously.

“Hm? Why do you ask, noona?”

“You’ve been smiling a lot more lately whenyou volunteer…”

Yoosung flashed a sheepish look at her. “Well,it turns out you were right…”

Her eyes lit up at this. “You’ve found it?The thing you love and have passion for?”

“Mmn, no,” he murmured, shaking his head, “ButI do think you’re right that I simply haven’t discovered it yet. When we talkedabout it before… honestly, I was lost about who I am. But you suggested that Ihaven’t had enough experiences, so I tried to expand my world a bit, and Ithink I’m slowly starting to understand who I am.”

“And that is?” she urged him to continuewith clear anticipation in her tone.

“I don’t think I can describe it easily…There isn’t really a black and white when it comes to a person’s identity andcharacteristics. I used to think that there wasn’t much substance to who I am,but now, I know that’s wrong. Through meeting others, helping others, andpushing myself to succeed, I’ve realized a lot of things about myself. And… Ican be proud of who I am today because you led me to this answer.”

Rika’s eyes widened in surprise. She triedto deny it, “No, I didn’t really do anything at all!”

“That’s not true… You helped me face myinsecurities, and you inspired me to volunteer. I know that… it might seemtrivial to you, but it’s really important to me. And I’m sure that what yousaid about me finding something I can genuinely love someday will come true aswell. Thank you, noona. For helping me. Thank you. You’re the best cousin Icould ask for. Saranghaeyo, noona!”

When Yoosung fellin love with you, he hadn’t expected for you to return his feelings. Findingout that you loved him back made him feel like the happiest man in the world.He was determined to make you happy, too… and somewhere along the line, herealized: You were what he’d alwaysbeen looking for. He loved you and cared for you from the bottom of his heart,he really did.

But thisrealization hit him like a double-edged sword. On one hand, he was more thanthrilled that he finally found something he was strongly interested in. On theother hand… he couldn’t keep his promise to Rika. He had promised to tell herwhen he finally found it. But… she was dead.

This fact upset himfor the longest time, and he lamented about it to his therapist a lot. ButYoosung knew that Rika wasn’t coming back. He just… he just needed time to moveon.

She had made such ahuge impact in his life. She was someone important to him. Rika was someonethat he wanted to show you off to. To show that he wasn’t that same little boywho held no passion anymore. To show that he’d grown up.

And Yoosung wasn’tready to spill all this to you. It was hard enough trying to live normallydespite knowing that the cousin he had always looked up to and appreciated wouldno longer smile or laugh beside him. It’d be even harder recounting the wholestory to you, because she really meant a lot to him.

That morning whenhe had awoken you upon discovering that you’d disrespected his privacy, thatyou’d treaded upon something he simply wasn’t ready to talk about yet… Yoosungjust snapped. Did you not trust him? Hadn’t he told you numerous times not togo near that corner? He would have told you the truth when he was ready but hejust wasn’t ready and he didn’t know how to explain without revealingeverything.

In his anger, he’dleft after yelling at you to leave, but once he walked outside, he regrettedhis words immediately. He didn’t mean a single word he’d said. But… Yoosungknew that he was still mad, and he needed to calm down first, so he refused toreturn so soon. He thought he would just apologize later, and then he would beable to explain to you.

When he finally gotback home, he was ready to sit down to talk with you but…

You were on his kitchen floor, lying there in a pool of your own blood, and Yoosung felt hisheart stop at the sight.

With his fingersshaking, he didn’t know what to do even as he fumbled for his phone whilestaring at your figure with wide eyes, guilt and shock overwhelming him. He haddone this to you.

If only he hadexplained sooner.

If only he had beenbraver.

If only he hadn’tyelled this morning.

If only he’d comeback sooner.

“If only.”

But the reality wasthat he’d been an idiot and what he’ddone had hurt you and now here he was, being interrogated by the police.

“I don’t know why she did it, I’m sorry, I’msorry, I don’t know,” he pleaded, unable to think straight. He couldn’tanswer any of their questions properly. He just couldn’t.

All he could thinkabout right now was that he couldn’t lose you too.

The police gave up on him after hours ofinterrogation that went nowhere, so Yoosung was finally able to sit beside yourhospital bed.

It was scary, staringat your motionless body on the sickeningly white bed, with an IV attached toyour arm and an oxygen mask over your face. Your heartbeat monitor was stable…for now. But what if it stopped?

What if your heart stopped beating, and youleft him, like Rika did?

This wasn’t one ofthose cliché movies where the heartbeat monitor would stop and then start againafter a few sappy words from their lover. No, Yoosung knew better than that. Moviesare movies for a reason. Life is much crueler than that.

Miracles like that don’thappen.

Rika neverreturned, no matter how hard he wished that her death was a lie.

“I’m sorry, MC, I’m sorry,” he sobbed,grasping onto your hand tightly.  “Pleasedon’t leave me. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just mad, I was being childish.You know I’m a childish idiot like that. Please wake up, please.”

The doctors hadsaid you were suffering from a large amount of blood loss. They had managed tofind a blood donor in time, but for now, they would have to wait for you towake up.

It was supposed totake a day or two, but Yoosung didn’t want to leave your side in case you wokeup earlier.

He wanted to be thefirst person you saw when you woke up. He wanted to apologize immediately, andbe the one to take care of you once you were awake again. He wanted to show youhow sorry he was, and that he really did love you, and explain that hisdepression had gotten the better of him, that he wasn’t thinking straight…

He would’ve doneanything to make it up to you. He knew that his words were too hurtful—if youhad been the one to say it to him, he doubted he could take it either. He knewwhat he had done was unforgivable, but he refused to give up without trying.Even if you didn’t forgive him, Yoosung had to apologize, at the very least.

So he waited.

And waited.

And waited. Andwaited. And waited.

But you didn’t wakeup.

Weeks passed, butyou still slept there, in that very hospital bed, looking so peaceful and alive and yet… unconscious.

“WHY ISN’T SHE WAKINGUP?!” Yoosung screamed at the doctors, his anxiety overwhelming him.

One of the doctors did his best to explain. “I-I’m not sure,Mr. Kim. The blood transfusion was successful, we’re sure of that… It could verylikely be a psychological effect, though. This patient attempted suicide, didshe not? There’s likely something that she doesn’t want to face, and she’sforcing herself to stay asleep subconsciously. There isn’t solid evidence butthere’s nothing else I can think of.”

Yoosung blamed himself even more when he heard thatpossibility. It was his fault. All because he’d let his anger take over him… he’dsaid such hurtful things to you that he didn’t mean.

Would you ever wake up? Or would he never get the chance toexplain himself? Would you leave the living world without ever learning thetruth?

Would you die not knowing how much Yoosung really loved you?That he wasn’t in love with Rika? That he was depressed and struggling to tellyou?

Would he never get the chance to apologize?

He would never know, because he was later forbidden accessto your hospital room by your family, who learned that your suicide attempt washis fault. In the first place, it’s not like he was your immediate family… Hecouldn’t object or overrule their decision. Then he discovered that you didn’tstay in that room anymore—had you changed hospital rooms? Maybe you had wokenup? Or… were you… gone?

He didn’t know. But the fact was, he couldn’t see you anymore,or even know if you were alive, safe and healthy. He couldn’t grieve for youbecause he wasn’t even allowed to know if you were dead. 

It was cruel, but maybe… maybe hedeserved it.

His only hope was that maybe he’ll meet you again one day…Even if you were with someone else, even if you hated his guts, even if youcontinued to misunderstand, he’d be happy just to know that you were evenalive.

Still, that chance would never come if you had already passedaway.

But Yoosung would never know.

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hmm i hope this isn’t too sensitive for a request but how about after finishing their fight with a villain, bakugou, todoroki, kirishima, and midoriya rush to their s/o’s side who was knocked out during the heat of battle, and begin to think that they aren’t alive bc there’s no sign of movement. but then soon later as they grieve thinking their beloved is gone, their s/o slowly opens their eyes and reaches out to touch their cheek, asking them weakly, “what’s wrong...?”

Hmmm the angst is real~ And cause I want to, I’m adding Kaminari and Shinsou~ ;)

Bakugou Katsuki:

His breath huffs as the villain finally falls down- defeated. His muscles ache and his body is ready to give out as well. But he can’t not until he gets his S/O

They had collapsed mid-battle after a terrible hit and hadn’t moved since. And his mind is racing. He runs over, falling to his knees and taking them into his arms

His fingers hover over the bloodied and cold form. They looked so much worse than he thought. They aren’t moving and he can’t feel a pulse no matter how many times he checks.

Bakugou’s eyes snap closed and he buries his face into his lover's neck. His voice is low and his arms are trembling violently

“Come on dumbass… don’t do this. Not you. Please for fuck’s sake…”

After five minutes of his prayers being unanswered, the tears finally come and he can’t help but squeeze his S/O against him as tight as he can. This was too much. What kind of hero was he if he couldn’t save the one person who mattered?

“…why are you crying…?”

The voice squeaks out quietly, barely heard by the loud sobs wrecking his body. Bakugou jumps up, seeing his S/O looking at him with tired and pained eyes, but the worry still there.

He grits his teeth, ducking his head down once more before hugging his S/O tightly

“Don’t fucking do that ever again or I will kill you myself!”

Todoroki Shouto:

His body hurts… one side freezing cold and the other burning hot. The villain lays defeated a few meters away. But Todoroki could honestly care less.

His battered form makes it’s way to his S/O who lays on the ground, a pool of blood around them. Looks at them, eyes widening

“No…”

He knew that hit they took was bad… but there’s- there’s so much blood. And they aren’t moving. Not at all. He falls to his knees and looks over their body, unable to bring himself closer

His arm is outstretched wanting to bring his S/O into his hold, but he can’t. He did this? Didn’t he? He always hurt the people he cared for the most… and now his S/O is gone

“I-I’m so sorry… I-I never wanted to lose you too… but I did…”

Todoroki buries his face in his hands, biting his lip harshly, drawing blood and holds back the array of emotions flooding his veins. He lost them too… just like her.

“Shou-”

His eyes peek open when a hand is felt on his legs and he looks up to his S/O’s pained voice. They have their eyes open and are gripping their wound.

Todoroki immediately is calling an ambulance and tearing off his costume to help press into the wound. His S/O is awake and talking to him, making his heart settle once more

“You’re going to be fine. I’m not losing you again.”

Kirishima Eijirou:

His skin is torn, blood seeping out through the cracks, making his face contort into pain. Kirishima managed to win though, a narrow, close, victory… but a victory.

The redhead turns, ready to tell his S/O that he was okay and ready to head to the hospital. But what greets his sight is the image of his S/O on the ground, not moving.

Despite his bad and aching muscles, Kirishima runs towards them, diving onto the ground and kicking up his lover’s body. His red eyes scan for any life… but he can’t find any

He can’t stop looking at his S/O, trying to find any hope that this wasn’t actually happening… but he can’t feel them breathing and their so cold. 

“H-how… I-I thought you were fine…W-why didn’t you say anything?”

He buries his head into his neck, feeling their soft locks tickle against his bruised skin. His eyes drip and he uncoils over the body of his lover. Kirishima’s mind can only blame himself… if only he was stronger… then maybe-?

“H-hey? What happened?”

He blinks, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him. That sounds just like they’re voice… but there was no way. He was certain… he knew that. But then it comes again, as well as his S/O attempting to look at his face

He removes himself to look at his S/O, seeing them looking dazed and confused. He breaks into a bright smile and fat tears drip down his face. Kirishima wraps his arms around his love and squeezes them tightly

“Welcome back… now let’s get both of us some medical attention, ‘kay?”

Midoriya Izuku:

The villain drops with a shaking thus amongst the rubble as Midoriya stands over him, attempting to catch his breath. He managed to do it though… and he was still standing.

His mind immediately reminds him of that he was the only one standing… meaning that his S/O had fallen a while ago. Midoriya recalls them taking an awfully strong hit for him, sending them flying backward

In a hectic and nervous pace, he begins searching for his S/O, finally finding them near piles of broken concrete, blood dripping from their skull and unmoving

Midoriya immediately thinks of the worse, gently placing two fingers on his S/O and searches for their pulse. His legs get shakier as he goes from place to place looking for a beat

“No… no… no! Please not (Name)… I-I- it should have been me to get hit… and now-”

Midoriya pulls his S/O onto his lap, their bloodied head pressing against his suit. His tears drip down his cheeks, forgetting that he needed to call for back up and clean up. His mind was elsewhere…

“W-what’s wrong, Deku?”

Green hues burst open and he sees his S/O attempting to open their eyes. They look to be in pain and extremely weak. Midoriya is immediately asking them question upon question.

His S/O can only mutter about a possible concussion and needing to see a doctor. They tell Midoriya he needs one as well and that he needs to stop being reckless.

“Why are you lecturing me!? I-I Oh man.. I’m taking you to a hospital right now!”

Kaminari Denki:

He knew how prone to mistakes he was. He knew how reckless he and his quirk could be. But never did the electric hero ever consider that his idiocy in battle would lead to this.

His S/O hit the ground at the same time as the villain did, the final move of Kaminari’s seeming to have accidentally hit the two of them. The final pulses of electricity shocking their body

He’s by their side in an instant, shaking and calling out their name in the hopes that he had just knocked them down. There was no way he went overboard… he was sure of it

But as his S/O lay there unresponsive and not showing any signs of life… Kaminari can’t help but ball up his fists in anger at himself. How the hell could he hurt the one he cared about the most?

“You idiot! W-why can’t you do… why can’t you do one damn thing right in your life…?”

He gently strokes his S/O’s hair, closing his eyes and fighting back the blame he knows he’s responsible for. What kind of hero kills their lover? he was terrible and uncontrollable…

“D-Did you win?”

He opens his eyes again, seeing his S/O looking at him with concern. The tears on his face are threatening to fall but the slowly growing smile tells them that he’s no longer sad

Kaminari practically tackles his poor S/O, planting an emotional kiss on their lips from his joy. He buries his face in them and mutters out apologies.

“I-I’m sorry. It won’t happen again… I’ll get more control over my quirk. I won’t ever scare you or myself any longer!”

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Seeing as backup finally arrives and he can release the villain from his control, Shinsou lets out an exhausted breath. He bends down a moment to relax his stressed mind.

As the other heroes start to make the arrest, the purple haired hero glances behind himself, looking for his S/O. they had taken a hit earlier in an effort to get the villain to speak to them and himself.

When his purple hues hit his S/O laying facedown in the dirt, he’s back on his feet and running towards them in an instant. His legs scrape against the rough floor as he takes his S/O into his arms.

He pressed two fingers to the under part of their chin. His breath hitches as he feels nothing from his S/O. He tucks his head low and breaths in their familiar scent

“I-I’m sorry… I should have been stronger. Now you got hurt and won’t be here any longer…”

He holds them tight, some part of him thinking that if he holds them enough that their heart will begin beating again. But he knows better… and knows this was why he should have never become a hero in the first place

“W-what happened?”

He gently pulls away to see his S/O awake once more and looking around at the scene. They seem out of it… but awake. Shinsou fights back tears as he picks his S/O up

He carries them to a medic and explains what happened, his grip never once leaving their body. He was in no way going to leave them any time soon. Not when he nearly lost them a moment ago

“It’s going to be alright. I’ll be right here and you’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

[haiykuties-deactivated20180906]

A little instruction

So….a number of Sundays ago I submitted an ask talking about Kageyama getting sex tips from Oikawa, in that Oikawa was in the room while Kageyama and his girlfriend were having sex. I was anon for some reason so I don’t know if anyone remember it lol. 

Anyway, the idea stuck with me and wouldn’t leave and turned into this MASSIVE thing I’m presenting here. 

Warning for a bit of shaming (nothing overt but it’s there).

-Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes

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“Can you repeat that? Wait, let me get my phone,” Oikawa says, smirk firmly in place.

Kageyama’s face flames brighter.“Oikawa-san, please!” He bows, body angled to a perfect 90 degrees.

The former setter of Seijoh stares at the top of his head, expression morphing to consternation. This scenario feels all too familiar to a random afternoon years ago when Tobio had no idea how to draw potential from his freakish middle blocker. He crosses his arms. “Why me?”

Kageyama stands upright, but is unable to meet his eyes to those of his former senpai. “I don’t…I don’t have anyone else to ask,” he admits.

“What? None of your precious crows knows how to-“

“It’s not that!” shouts the dark haired boy. Breathing hard, he finally meets his eyes to Oikawa’s. “They’re my friends…but I can’t ask them this.”

“So you trust me…over them…with this?”

Kageyama takes a deep breath. “You already look down on me. I…I have no more pride or dignity to lose with you. And if asking for help make things better with ____ , then I’ll do it.”

Oikawa’s mouth is open, ready to tell him he can take his pride and shoved it but the sound of her name snapped it shut. Of all the people in the world it has to be her. He stares hard at the blushing young man before him, mind reeling now that he’s revealed just who he’s seeking intimate advice for.

Then a slow, devious smile curls over Oikawa’s lips, his shoulders relaxing.

All of it puts Kageyama on edge.

Just as he’s about to tell him “never mind” Oikawa says, “Fine, I’ll help you out.” Kageyama opens his mouth to thank him only the words get stuck in his throat when he continues with, “But I’m not going to just tell you. I’m going to be there, giving you instruction.”

Kageyama’s mouth opens and closes, words jumbling in his brain. He wants to scream, tell Oikawa to go to hell but he stands silent in shock. “Meet me here,” the brunette says tucking a card in Kageyama’s shirt pocket. “It’s discrete. Be there Friday at 7:00. Don’t be late. Oh and Tobio-chan,” Oikawa looks over his shoulder, “make sure to wear something pretty.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks squeezing Kageyama’s hand.

He nods once roughly, keeping his eyes forward, forcing one foot in front of the other. If he stops now, he won’t make it. But a tug on his hand brings his attention down to her face which shows concern. “We can think of something else Tobio,” she insists.

“We’ve tried everything else, I just, I need help and he’s always been the best at everything so it shouldn’t be any different with this.”

They stand staring at each other on the sidewalk in a part of town neither has ever been to. She takes a deep breath. “Tobio, this…this isn’t like volleyball. It isn’t clinical, or simple or straightforward. It’s sex.” He blushes but she pushes on, “If we do this…there’s no telling the ramifications.”

Kageyama inhales through his nose, dropping his chin to his chest. “I…I want to make you feel good. Oikawa can help me do that.” He sounds a whole lot more confident than he feels.

He starts to walk once more but she pulls him back. “Tobio, there’s something I haven’t told you,” she begins, eyes falling to the ground. Swallowing, she goes on, “I…I know Oikawa, we…we were friends at Seijoh.” His hand tightens around hers. “I’m sorry,” she says, looking up at his face, “I really didn’t think you’d go through with this so…when you told me about it I just…are you ok with this? With knowing he and I aren’t strangers? That we have history?”

“What kind of history?” Kageyama’s voice is harsh, his irritation evident.

She shakes her head. “Not the kind you’re thinking.” It isn’t fully a lie, more like a partial truth. Back then, she’d harbored a fierce crush on the setter but never professed her affection, knowing it would be wasted since Oikawa so was dedicated to volleyball. She’d settled for friendship, happy to be one step closer to him than his fangirls.

As the silence between them drags on, she shifts her feet, now unsure of what she wants to happen. She cares about Tobio, may even love him, but their bedroom life is struggling and she doesn’t know how to help him.

Finally, he speaks. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

She nods, falling back into step with him.

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At the hotel, Oikawa looks about the room mentally checking off his list.

Condoms? Check. Lube? Check. Sake? Check.

He thought about bringing music but figured it would be too distracting. Pulling the armchair to a more central alignment with the bed he nods satisfaction. Tonight, he thinks, should be interesting if nothing else. That is, if they actually show up. No sooner does he think this last than there is a tentative knock at the door. Oikawa opens it, eyes bright and smile perfect as he looks her straight in the eye. “It’s good to see you, ______-chan.”

It’s his last year, his last chance to make it to Nationals. His last chance to prove that hard work can overcome raw power or genius talent.

It’s his last year to be honest with her.

Walking purposefully, Oikawa is about to round the corner when her voice coupled with Iwaizumi’s gives him pause.

“What about Oikawa-san?” she asks, shutting her locker.

“What do you mean? You like him, right?” Irritation laces Iwaizumi’s tone. “You really should tell him.”

Oikawa thinks his heart is going to leap right out of his chest but her giggled response covers it in ice. “What are you talking about? Oikawa-san and I are just friends, Iwaizumi-san.”

The setter turns tail and swiftly walks away, not seeing the tears held fast in her eyes, the strain of her smile, the quiver of her arms as they hold tightly to her books.

The next day they lose to Karasuno.

She’s even more beautiful than he remembers, the passing years having done wonders at maturing her from girl to woman. This was one of the stupidest impulsive decisions he’s ever made but there’s no way in hell he’s backing down now. He doesn’t care if he has to watch her with another man, Tobio of all of people too, he just wants to.

“So, how do we do this?” Kageyama asks breaking in upon his thoughts.

“First, drinks are in order,” Oikawa says turning to the mini fridge. “You need to loosen up or this is going to be a waste of time.”

“I’m not getting drunk,” Kageyama insists.

“I never said get drunk, Tobio-chan. This will help you and her relax, lower your inhibitions a little so we might actually get somewhere with all this.” He fills three shot glasses with sake, the best he could find. Handing the couple their portion he lifts his own. “Bottoms up, or maybe we’ll save that for another time.”

Kageyama almost chokes on the burning liquid, but ______ is able to get it down no problem, stifling her laughter at Oikawa’s innuendo. He smiles, refilling their glasses and they all drink again.

After a third shot, _____ holds up her hand. “That’s it for me, anymore and I’ll just fall asleep,” she giggles, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. It takes all of Oikawa’s self control not to caress one with his palm.  He sets the bottle back in the fridge before looking back at the couple who stand a bit awkwardly next to each other.

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol but Oikawa feels something akin to concern looking at Tobio’s face. The guy is clearly uncomfortable, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes staring at the wall. _______’s face is no better, her smile falling away. “Sheesh you two, no wonder you have trouble in the bedroom,” he says drawing both their attention to him. “It doesn’t even seem as though you like each other.”

“It’s not like this is easy,” snaps Kageyama. “Have you ever tried having sex in front of someone else?”

Oikawa’s smile gives them both pause. “There’s a reason you came to me, right Tobio-chan?”

Unwilling to consider that line of thinking further, Kageyama huffs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just, can we please get this over with?”

“And that right there is part of the problem,” Oikawa remarks pointing at him. “Is that how you approach this? With an attitude of just getting it over with?”

Kageyama shrugs. “No, I just…I don’t know what to do and so doing anything feels…awkward.”

Sighing, Oikawa steps closer, considering his next move. After a moment he looks at _____. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Eh? What kind of ques-” Kageyama sputters.

“He’s…descent,” admits ________.

“OK,  we’ll start there,” their tutor advises. “Tobio-chan, slide back and lie down. ______-chan climb on top of him.”

They get into position, movements a little stiff but once Kageyama has his hands on her waist and looks in her eyes, he momentarily forgets anyone else is even there. Pulling her towards him, he pecks her lips gently. His own are a bit chapped but the feel of them against hers makes her smile.

“Part your lips and suck on her bottom lip, Tobio-chan. Don’t be afraid to touch her, you want to get her going and stimulation is the way to do it,” Oikawa says.

Kageyama does as instructed, taking her bottom lip between his own and sucking lightly.

“Add tongue, wet her up a bit.”

He does so, closing his eyes to focus on making her feel good. His hands wrap into her hair, tugging lightly. “Do what feels right, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says, voice seeming a little more strained.

So he does, pulling away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, settling on her neck where he sucks the skin lightly.

“Tobio,” she pants, hips grinding down against his. His cock responds immediately to the subtle friction and suddenly he feels too hot, his clothes itching.

“Graduated already,” Oikawa hums. His voice seems both near and far to Kageyama’s lust and slightly alcohol fuzzed brain. “Take off your clothes, I think things are gonna progress quickly.”

_______ leans up, pulling her dress off in one fluid motion. Her hands reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra, the lacey garment falling to the floor. From his position, Oikawa can only see her back but the sight of her unblemished skin makes his mouth water. He wants to kiss every inch of it. He feels a tightening in his groin, pants becoming uncomfortable watching ______ disrobe Kageyama.

Soon they’re both fully naked, kissing passionately, making him wonder if perhaps Tobio isn’t more of an exhibitionist than he thinks. If he was decent at kissing when they first arrived, something has changed to turn him pro because she’s moaning and writhing against him like his kiss is all she needs.

But Oikawa knows better, watching the shift of her hips, the wetness growing between her thighs. He licks his own lips, desire screaming to launch himself across the room and take a taste but he can’t.

“Get’er on her back, Tobio-chan, she needs…she needs your mouth elsewhere,” Oikawa says, voice strained with the weight of his own arousal.

Kageyama is past the point of care in regards to Oikawa watching. He needs this, needs help knowing what to do and when, so he pushes all thought of awkward embarrassment out of his mind, shifting both their bodies to hover over her.

“Now, spread her open a bit with your fingers,” Oikawa says, unbuttoning his pants. He has to get some relief, at least from the pressure of his cock.

Kageyama leans to the side and the vision of her perfect pussy literally spread out before him nearly has Oikawa groaning in pain and longing. “Like this?” he asks, chest heaving.

“Yeah,” rasps Oikawa, not bothering to hide the fact his pants are undone. “Get down there and suck on her lips. Pay a bit of attention to both sides before diving in.”

Kageyama nods, re-positioning between her legs. The view is less pleasant now with Tobio’s ass in the air and his cock and balls hanging down so Oikawa shifts the chair to the side of the bed.

“_______-chan, lower your left leg so I can see what he’s doing,” he orders. She does as told just as Kageyama takes the left lip into his mouth. Her own falls open, a breathless sigh emitting of his name. He sucks a bit firmer, trying to watch her expression. “Focus on her sounds, Tobio-chan, trying to watch her face at that angle will strain your neck before you can give her the grand finale and we don’t want that, do we?” Oikawa says, hand slicking his precum over his staff.

Kageyama closes his eyes, giving all his attention to the task of getting his girlfriend off. He’s never made it this far, always chickening out but somehow having Oikawa’s simple instructions is helping more than he ever believed possible. His tongue rolls over her clit and she bucks.

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasps, face covered in her juices.

“No! No, you…you’re doing great,” she insists. “Please, keep…keep licking me there.”

He nods, lower his head back to his position.

Oikawa pipes up, “Use the flat of your tongue. Start from the bottom of her slit and trail all the way up. Stop at that nub and suck then swirl around it.”

Following his directions exactly, Kageyama feels his cheeks twitch with the want to grin when her voice keens his name, high and loud. He repeats the action then focuses solely on her clit, rolling over and over it.

Oikawa watches as her hands trail up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He wishes he could suck them, bite them, mark her them with his teeth. He’s fisting his cock now, pumping up and down in awkward rhythm but he needs some friction. The next cry out of her mouth signals Tobio’s reached his goal; he made her come.

Taking in a long breath, her head falls to the side, eyes landing on Oikawa. His head is thrown back, mouth open and hand sliding up and down his cock. Her eyes widen; he’s gorgeous. Pantless with only his shirt on he’s still one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. Looking down at Tobio she crooks her finger indicating he come closer. He wipes his mouth as he moves, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Was that good?” he asks lowly in her ear.

“Yes, Tobio, you were so, so good,” she assures, kissing him deeply. Tugging his head down further she whispers something in his ear.

He bolts up, scowl fixed on his face. “Wha…why?”

She nods towards the other male. “He…he’s helped us so much in so little time. It…please?”

Kageyama looks at Oikawa, uncomfortable to watch him stroking himself so earnestly but finally he nods.

Oikawa’s lost in his own fantasy, ______-chan’s lips around him, moaning on his cock. The feel of wet and heat surprises him and he nearly chokes when the vision in his head becomes reality as he looks down.

There’s ______-chan, his dick disappearing into her mouth as she bobs up and down.

Behind her, kneels Tobio, his cock sliding in and out of her, hands gripping her hips tightly, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Wha…what are you doing, _____-chan?” Oikawa asks breathless.

She pops off long enough to say around a moan as Tobio thrusts forward again, “It’s a thank you for your help. You…you looked like you could use some help of your own.” Her cheeks flame red. “But if you don’t want me to-”

“I want you to,” he rasps, yanking off his shirt before gentling guiding her back between his legs. “Fuck yeah I want you to.”

She smiles then takes him in again, the moans she gives from Tobio’s fucking her adding to the pleasure.

“Shit, ______-chan, you’re so good with your mouth,” Oikawa compliments, unable to keep his eyes from moving to Kageyama’s face with a proud smirk upon his lips. 

The man behind her looks down, refusing to watch, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his girlfriend giving head to another guy is so fucking hot he’s sure he’ll come within seconds if he keeps his eyes on them.

Oikawa’s moans grow louder, his hand carding through her hair.

“Gather this up for her, Tobio-chan,” he insists. He’s not going to let a little thing like getting the best blow job of his life get in the way of being an amazing teacher. Kageyama gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Pull it, I think she likes it a little rougher than you believe,” Oikawa remarks.

Kageyama hesitates but when he feels her inner walls squeeze him he knows Oikawa’s right.

He slams into her harder, tugging her hair hard enough that she loses focus, Oikawa’s dick popping out of her mouth as she gasps, “Tobio!”

“See?” ______-chan’s a bit of a slut, isn’t she?”

“Hey, don’t-” Kageyama snaps.

“Yes, Oikawa-san,” her voice chokes out.

Oikawa leans forward, slanting his mouth over her own, his tongue coiling around hers expertly. His hands reach forward, tweaking her nipples and she squeals. Pulling away momentarily, he barks, “Talk dirty to her Tobio, she wants it. She wants you to make her your whore.”

Kageyama grits his teeth, rasping, “Is that true, ______?” He smacks her ass startling both her and Oikawa with his bold action. “You want to be my whore? Are you a slut for cock?”

Smack.

“Is that why you couldn’t get off with me?”

Smack.

“You needed more cock? You needed to be humiliated? You needed to be put in your place?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck, Tobio,” Oikawa whispers, completely shocked at his change in demeanor.

Kageyama’s piercing gaze has his heart shuddering. Looking away, he slides out of _______, grabbing her by the throat and tugging her to his chest. “Answer me, or you get no more,” he hisses, biting her ear.

“Yes! Yes, Tobio! Yes, Tooru! I’m your whore, I’m your slut. Fuck me! Wreck me, please!”

Oikawa nearly comes when she says his name. Gone are any inhibitions or thoughts of right and wrong. Gone is hesitation or wasting time.

Oikawa grunts, “Get on your back, Tobio. It’s time to fuck the hell out of her.”

Kageyama shifts, laying back and sinking her onto him once more. Her voice rings out his name, followed by Oikawa’s when his tongue presses against her asshole. He grabs handfuls of her cheeks, teasing and licking up and down her slit while Tobio thrusts up fucking her. It’s a bit awkward, the motion making it difficult for Oikawa to stay where he wants.

“Have you taken cock in the ass before?” he pants in her ear. She nods. “Do you want my cock in your ass while Tobio-chan fucks your pussy?” Another nod, more rapid. “What a good little slut,” he cooes, slicking up his dick with lube. He does the same for his fingers, pressing slowly into her ass.

“Tooru,” she cries and Kageyama slams up again.

“Hold still a moment, Tobio-chan, I don’t want to hurt her.”

The bottom male halts his movements, unable to keep himself from watching as Oikawa presses his dick fully into her ass. He leans up on his knees, trying an experimental thrust that has her wailing.

“Lay on top of him,” Oikawa instructs and she does, pressing her breasts to Kageyama’s chest, his hands sliding to her back.

Oikawa’s arms strain and his knee’s screaming at him but he holds position. “Ok, I’m going to start fucking her and I’m pretty sure my motion will drive her down. _____-chan, you’ll probably have to push up on your own, are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good.” He slams forward and down, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensations rolling through their blood.

“Fuck, Oikawa,” Kageyama groans and Oikawa chooses to ignore how hot he sounds right now.

He pulls up, drawing his cock slowly back then slams forward again.

“Tooru, yes, please…hard…fuck me hard!”

He obliges, pistoning into her at a faster pace, the motion of his fucking applying stimulation to Kageyama’s cock buried deep in her heat.

Oikawa kisses her back as Kageyama’s mouth devours her cries. The air surrounding them becomes thick with the scent of sex, their breathing and garbled incoherent words filling what little space remains between them.

Oikawa can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe he’s fucking ______ after so many years of wanting her. He doesn’t care that he’s in her ass, doesn’t care that another man’s cock is fucking her, all he cares about is he’s here, with her, like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Kageyama announces.

“Me…me too,” Oikawa admits.

Reaching between their bodies, Oikawa rubs _______’s clit roughly. “Come on, baby,” he growls, latching teeth to her skin. “Come with us, come with your kings!”

“Tobio! Tooru!” she shouts to the ceiling, coming so hard she squeezes both their orgasms out of them.

Oikawa collapses, the three of their bodies becoming a sweaty, sticky mass of limbs and sex satisfied nerves. Slowly he pulls out, drawing her back with him. Both he and Kageyama remove their condoms, throwing them into the waste basket by the bed. _______ snuggles into Kageyama’s chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. As Oikawa goes to move away, her fingers around his wrist make him stop.

“Lay down, Tooru,” she says, not opening her eyes. “It’s too late for you to leave now.”

Glancing at Kageyama, he shrugs his shoulders, nestling down to spoon up to her back. He’s asleep just as fast her.

Staring at the ceiling, Kageyama isn’t sure what to make of what just happened. Shifting his eyes to her then Oikawa, he takes a deep breath.

All he does know, is nothing will ever be the same…for any of them.  

I do remember this!! After reading this, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. As always, Jade comes in clutch for Sinful Sunday. You’re always much appreciated! 😩

-Admin Lana

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Illustration for Todoroki’s new 5-star card in BnHA Smash Tap. Obtainable from the gacha of the game’s current 1vs1 event. 🍀🌟

[guacameowle]

Hi, I really adore your headcanons and fanfiction so I was wondering if you could make scenarios for Jumin, Jaehee, Zen and Yoosung having a romantic/nsfw bath with MC? :)

Meowle Mysme Headcanons

I’d say this is very NSFW. xx

Jaehee

Dim lights, candles, soft music, rose petals floating with the surface with just the right amount of rich scented bubble bath.

She wants to bathe you.

She’d sit behind you in the bath, running a soft soapy towel over your shoulders, back, arms.

Her hands would gently brush your hair to the side as she washed your neck before placing feather light kisses along the path she just cleaned.

She’d move slowly, caressing you gently.

She’d sweep her hands underneath your arms to wash your sides then your abdomen before pulling you closer to feel her pressed behind you.

She’d dip the towel into the water, bringing it to rest over your chest before squeezing it to watch as the soapy water cascaded across your breast.

The fingers of her free hand would drag up & down your side, leaving you to wonder if the shiver was from the now lukewarm water or her touch.

She’d walk her fingers across your skin to circle your nipples teasingly, before gently rolling & pinching.

You’d sink against her as the hand with the towel swept across your breasts, dually cleaning you & scratching against your nipples making you tingle.

Her lips would lick at the droplets of water dripping down your neck.

With one hand still on your naked breast, the hand with the towel would sweep below your navel & you’d open your legs for her.

She’d brush against your sex with the towel, a false pretense of washing you, until your whimpers led her to discarding the towel to float freely in the water.

Her fingers, slightly wrinkled from being in the water for so long, would run up & down your slit, stopping to rest on the hood of your clitoris.

She’d wait until your hips were rocking of their own accord, ripples stirring the water before she’d press against you like you wanted her to.

The hand at your breast constantly squeezing, teasing, pulling, gliding against your wet skin.

Her lips and tongue licking any expanse of skin she can reach; your shoulder, neck, ear, cheek…

She’d slip her fingers into you, aided with your own slick arousal & the water, curling just right to have you moaning for her.

She’d make you cum several times with her fingers until the water was no longer warm.

Yoosung

He tries to make it a relaxing bath, but ends up using entirely too many bubbles to the point you can hardly see his tufts of blonde over the mountain of them as you sit facing one another.

It’d result in a cute game of blowing puffs of bubbles at one another, creating bubble facial hair & hats.

When the bubbles started to recede & he was able to see your form beneath the water he’d ask if he could touch you.

Instead of nodding, you’d shift to his side of the tub, straddling his thighs before his hands settled on your hips, slipping against your skin before he applied more pressure to hold you steady.

You’d give your consent for him to touch you, but not with his hands…

You’d pull his fingers away from you, entwining them with yours before bringing them to rest behind his head along the edge of the bath.

The color would rise on his cheeks as he understood your meaning.

The new position had your breasts at the level of his mouth.

His hot tongue would coil around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth & suckling.

As he went about licking the water droplets from your skin & sucking hickeys where he could reach, you’d bring your hips in contact with his, slowly grinding on his hardening cock.

He’d whimper against your skin until his head fell back on your entwined hands behind his head.

You’d have to remind him to not wiggle or he would slip & sink further into the tub.

He’d bite his lip & give a shaky nod as you continued to grind into him, basking in his whimpers & panting.

Your lips would drop to his neck & leave little love bites of your own.

When he was fully hard for you & trying to resist thrusting so neither of you would slip, you’d sink down onto him slowly…

His fingers would clench yours as you used his body for your pleasure; his gasps & choked breathing/whimpers urging you on.

He’d whimper your name & a chorus of begging as you worked him slowly. Oh so slowly.

You’d ask him to beg again & he would instantly. “Fuck me, please.” Such a good boy.

You rode him to completion as the water from the tub sloshed onto the floor from the frantic movements of your body.

Vaguely, as you came, you realized the shivers filtering across your skin weren’t just from sudden loss of warm water covering you.

Zen

He’d create a simple bath for you with eucalyptus spearmint oil swirling in the water.

He preferred the water to be clear so he could see all of you… & you all of him.

He was hard for you before he even stepped foot into the tub to join you.

The water would feel extra slick from the added oil, the sheen coating your skin.

He’d touch you blatantly. He’d whisper words of how beautiful you were, his siren.

His hands would glide over your wet oiled skin, massaging in where he felt you were tense.

No portion of your skin went neglected as his fingertips continued to roam over you; they’d dip & slide over your rear, massage your ankles, roll over your neck, pull at your breasts.

Words would waft into your ear, his husky voice asking if you wanted him to touch your sex, to make you feel so so good.

You’d find yourself panting yes.

He would ask how you wanted him to touch you… his fingers or his mouth?

His mouth, his tongue, his teeth, his breath.

His strength was obvious as he lifted you swiftly to sit on the edge of the tub, your back pressed firmly against the wall.

His body would slide between your legs, his hard cock at almost the perfect angle to take you, but no… he promised you his mouth.

Tongue, teeth, & lips would travel down your body, swirling & licking at the oiled flesh, dipping into your navel, biting at your hips.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, his tongue would slither along your sex, saliva mingling with oil, water, & arousal.

He’d suck & lick, nibble & kiss, until your thighs were shaking.

His hips would roll in the water, seeking friction he would not get from the waves.

His moans vibrate up your body & back down to your core.

Hands would hold you steady at your hips, securing you in place, preventing your plummet back into the water.

He makes you cum with his mouth once before rising from the water, droplets trailing along his body in a way that begs your eyes to watch.

His chin & lips glisten with a mixture of bath oil & your arousal.

Bath forgotten, he’d scoop you into his arms before stepping out of the tub & depositing you on the floor before he spreads you wide & drops his mouth between your thighs again.

Jumin

Only the finest bath oils & pearls would do for you. You were practically bathing in gold flakes.

He’d place you between his legs as you leant against his strong chest, his arms draped over you to hold you close.

Your fingers would slide up & down his arms leisurely, walking across his own fingers as he held you.

You’d dip your hands into the water, grazing your hands up & down his thighs, enjoying the flex of muscle as you touch him.

You can feel him smile against your neck as he places a soft kiss there.

The more you touch him, the more bold you become.

You slip a hand behind you until you clasp his semi-hard cock, the position is awkward, but his gasp & scratch of teeth along your neck makes up for it.

You stroke him a few times, feeling him grow harder in you palm as you feel his breath become short & heavy against your neck.

He wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping your ministrations along him before biting along your ear & whispering that he must have you.

You’re slow to turn to face him before you sit on your knees in the middle of the tub, beckoning him to you with a crook of your finger.

He’s just as slow to rise to his knees before you, staring down at you as if he’s on the prowl.

His erect cock bobs against him & creates tiny ripples of the bath with each small jerk.

It’s him who initiates a kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth & making you moan.

His hands slip & slide down to your rear before dragging you up to straddle his thighs, a chill coursing through you as your body leaves the warmth of the water.

He slides you down onto his length slowly, sighing into your mouth once he’s fully sheathed.

His forehead falls to your shoulder as he rocks you against him, one hand at your rear guiding the movements of your hips, the other between your shoulder blades holding you securely to him.

You trust him to maintain his & your balance as he sits precariously on his knees with you astride him.

His tongue twirls along your collar bones & neck, his lips suckle & drink up the water from your skin.

He answers your moans with ones of his own. He nips at your neck when you whimper. He’d lave across your wet skin with his tongue when you said his name.

He’d manipulate your body until you were clawing at his back, hips thrusting wildly against him.

He would groan when he felt you contracting against him spastically before a long drawn out grunt left his lips as he came inside of you.

When you were both spent & shivery from the water chilling off your skin & the fading rush of arousal he’d pull you to sink back into the warm water with him again.

He’d stay inside of you for several more minutes, enjoying the warmth of your cunt around his cock, the hot press of your body against his, & the flowing coziness of the bath.

Saeyoung

It’s technically perfect, the water at the right temperature to not burn but soothe, just the right amount of bubbles to coat the water but not feel filmy, no distractions.

He’s determined that his efforts won’t go unnoticed.

You sit across from one another, legs overlapping somewhere in the middle hidden beneath suds, slipping against one another and nudging every so often.

A few minutes in and you feel a hand drift across the skin of your ankle, fingers pressing in gently before releasing and repeating the action.

His fingers work higher up your calf slowly, massaging the muscles in a devastatingly slow and taunting rhythm.

He works his way up both of your legs with deft fingers until he grasps you behind your knees, leaning forward to tug you closer to him.

He slides you up onto his thighs, never stopping the way his fingers map their way across you, sliding across warmed wet skin.

It’s a lulling dance, the press of fingers, a closer tug until you’re pressed to his chest while seated in his lap.

The only sounds you hear is the water rippling, dripping from his arms as he moves, your sighs as he touches you.

His gaze is heated, warming you just as much as the water, pooling around you and leaving you dizzy.

His mouth latches onto your naked shoulder, tongue wetting the skin more, sucking a blemish in place.

You feel the hot drag of his hand up your spine until fingers coil at the hair of your nape and hold you in place.

You can feel he’s hard against your thigh but when your roll your hips towards him his free hand slides against your sex, palming your clit as he tongues over the moan vibrating within your neck.

Digits dip into you to find new warmth, slick and needy.

Fingers in your hair coil and clench, the fingers in your sex curl.

The water sloshes as you jerk, your hands grasping at the edges of the tub and slipping across the surface.

His legs hold your thighs wide for him.

The flush of his cheeks is due to more than the steam of the water.

He holds you in place as he fucks his fingers into you, biting and sucking along skin he can reach with his mouth, refusing to put distance between you both.

You’re steadied, immobile as he forces pleasure to crash through you.

The rock of your hips as you seek more from him are faint aborted movements, water creating a wave back and forth surrounding you.

A wave that matches the pace of his fingers, back and forth.

He moans when you grasp his hair as you come, nipping at you again in retaliation as you go languid.

He catches you when you sink onto him, once again running his fingers across you in a gentle massage.

He’ll bathe you then, so he can wash away everything else except his marks.

[ultimate-twd-trash]

Daddy's Girl Pt2

Daddy’s Girl: Part 2

Daryl/Rick x Negan!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: kind of angst, mentions of death

Imagine: The Alecandrians take you as leverage against Negan.

“Com'on.” He held out his hand as he nudged his head for you to get up. “Lets go take a walk.” Rick encouraged with a low tone.

“I’m not supposed to go out after dark, the dead are more dangerous then.” You unsurely responded with pursed lips and fidgeting hands.

Rick hung his head slightly in a motion of irritating and defeat. You were so young and had your heart set on listening to what Negan had told you, just as any little girl would listen to their parents. And just like any little girl, you didn’t want to break the word you gave him.

“If you ever feel worried or scared, look at the stars.” Carl chimed in, hands held together over his knees while he sat back against the wall. “You scared of anything?”

Your tiny teeth bit down on your bottom lip, almost afraid to speak anymore. There was fear in you, but not the type of fear that made you scared. It made you petrified.

“Lets go look at the stars.” Rick once again nudged his head and held out his hand. “Daryl can come too.” He suggested, knowing that you felt some sort of comfort in him.

Instantly, Daryl shot him a silent eye look of “really?”, but he reluctantly took your hand and helped you stand up to guide you outside.

Both he and Rick sat on the porch, watching as your curious hands felt the wooden railing and wandering eyes looked into the beautiful sky.

“Y/n,” Rick began to speak with a sigh, only to be cut off by your tiny voice. Barley heard by anybody who wasn’t close.

“I am scared.” You admitted with a chest that rose and fell a bit heavier with each breath.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Rick proceeded to ask, being cautious of his questions and being fully prepared to fluff his answer to anything you asked. Negan was your hero, your knight and shinning armor, he wasn’t going to break that image for you.

“You’re protecting your family, just like my family protects me. Right?” Turning your head from the stars, you glanced over your shoulder to look the leader in his eyes.

“X'actly.” Daryl replied, realizing how choked up Rick was becoming with only a nod for an answer.

“And you’re gonna use me to make a deal with him?” You inquired, taking a few steps towards the railing across from the bench where the men sat.

There was a long thing silence that seemed to last an eternity. Your question burned through their lungs as they realized how well aware of the situation you were.

“You make deals right?” Tiny feet walked up to Rick and sat down in front of him, crossing your legs as he nodded once again. “Make a deal with me.”

You didn’t ask him, you told him. Practically begged him with your head held high and your eyes sparking with determination. You were your father’s daughter, only much more innocent and pure.

“You’re safe here.” He insured, motioning his hand a little to emphasize his words. “You’re as safe here as you are with your family, and as long as you’re here with us, I’m protecting you.”

His blue eyes locked onto yours, trying to read your thoughts. But all he saw was a reflection of love and dedication, pure intentions and a clean true heart.

“I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be on my best behavior.” You also insured your own promise, nodding your head a few times quickly and holding down a small lump in your throat.

“Just promise me that I’ll see my Daddy again, and I’ll do anything you want.” Tiny breaths became more deep and filled your lungs with more air and the threat of tears.

“I’ll even change Judith’s diaper, just promise me I’ll see him again.” Still tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Even as your voice broke while you finished your sentence. “Alive.”

That one word, that one simple word hit Rick like a boulder into his heart. You were afraid, you were practically paralyzed with internal fear, and your next words only confirmed his thoughts.

“I am afraid. I’m afraid I’ll never see him again.” Your voice cracked like the sound of both of the men’s hearts. The tears were no longer at bay and came flooding through like a dam.

“So promise me…please.” With a strong swallow you gathered up your determination and strength again, puffing your chest out with a deep breath and once again holding your head high.

Daryl had closed his eyes a long time ago, not to sleep, but because he couldn’t bare to see the sight of a broken child begging and pleading for her father’s life. This was different. You weren’t Negan. You were you.

“I promise.” Rick responded, sniffling slightly as he nodded again and turned his head to the side to hide his tears as he wiped them away quickly.

“Pinky swear.” You grabbed his hand, stopping him from standing up as he prepared to head back inside. “Simon says you can’t break a pinky swear.”

On an unexpected cue, both men held out their pinkies, linking them with one of yours each.

“Promise kid.” Daryl spoke with his normal thick accented voice, only he didn’t expect your response.

Hands clung around his neck in a hug as your face buried itself into his shirt. He was so unsure of what to do, so he did the only thing that seemed right. He picked you up, and carried you off upstairs where he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Not even for a minute.

[girlygameofthrones]

Learning to Read

Pairing: Tywin x (daughter) Reader, Tyrion x (sister) reader

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Warnings: None…but it’s my first and it’s a little long… Eh, Tywin may be a little OOC.  

Summary: You are the youngest Lannister daughter and are struggling with your reading, so you get help from your brother, Tyrion.  Reader is six years old.  Mostly fluff.

Word Count: 3,582

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Tywin

Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and previous Hand of the King sat in his study, pouring over documents and filling in signatures.  He hadn’t gotten any sleep the past few days, mainly because the fools of the Eyrie didn’t know how to strike a proper bargain.  Lord Tywin had never liked the Lady Arryn but while her husband, the true Lord of the Eyrie was away, he was forced to make political agreements and meet her terms.

There was a knock on the door, and he looked up, frowning.  Everyone knew not to disturb him when he worked on his documents.  It was either something important or a rather stupid servant.  He called for them to open the door.

The servant that stood before him was young and broad-chested.  He’d probably make a good soldier in a few years, but Tywin never took the time to learn his servants’ names.  This boy was no different.  He swallowed, and Tywin raised an eyebrow.

“My lord,” the servant began.  Then he stopped talking.

“Yes?” Tywin said, looking straight at him.  “You came into my study during a critical time, clearly you have something to tell me.”

Tywin could see the boy swallow away the lump in his throat.  His fingers drummed the desk, and he glanced at the tower of documents at the table.  

“My lord, it’s about your daughter,” the boy said, and Tywin’s attention was automatically caught. The boy couldn’t tell this though, for Tywin kept his same stoic expression.  “The Septas have been looking for her, but she seems to have disappeared.  They say she’s not doing well in her lessons and that she’s struggling with her reading.”

Tywin’s face hardened, remembering a similar experience with his eldest son, Jaime.  

“Very well, you are dismissed,” Lord Tywin said to the boy.

He nodded and fled the room. Tywin looked over at the documents. Y/N, his daughter, would have to wait until he finished the bulk of these.  He had a pretty good idea where she was hiding.  The girl had never been too good at keeping secrets.

As Tywin worked, he mused on his daughter.  He thought that his late wife was finished giving birth when she gave birth to Tyrion, but Y/N had come more than a decade later, a pleasant surprise for all of them. Tywin hadn’t expected to be a father again, and he worried for his wife, that her body couldn’t handle it, but she had given birth to a healthy daughter.  His wife had named her Y/N, though Tywin had wanted to name her after an ancestor.  Lady Joanna had insisted on Y/N though, so they went with that.

Tywin finished up his paperwork and left his office, ignoring the bowing servants and “milord”s as he walked through the stronghold.  He left the castle and went through the gardens.  Since he had told Y/N that her mother had loved the gardens, they had become her favorite place.  Sure enough, he saw her seated on a bench below one of the larger trees.

He cleared his throat loudly, and she turned to look at him with those striking emerald eyes –Joanna’s eyes.  His daughter was only six and as gentle as a hummingbird.  Her long golden hair splashed down her back.  Of all his children, she looked the most like her mother.

It was as if the child realized the danger she was in with her father’s arrival.  She jumped to her feet, smoothed her dress and curtsied before him.

“Good afternoon, father,” she said with all the bearing of a lady at court.  She knew her courtesies well.

“Why aren’t you in your lesson, Y/N?” he asked, cutting to the point.  It was true he was probably softer with her than his other children, but that was only because she hadn’t caused him nearly as much grief.  When a child misbehaved though, it was a father’s duty to correct that child.

“I don’t like the septa,” Y/N said.  “She’s boring.”

“I don’t care if you like the septa.  You’re learning to read.  Children outside these walls don’t get that opportunity.  Someday you will thank me for everything I’ve done for you,” he said. “Let go of your pride and do your lesson.  The house that puts the family’s name before its own selfish whims –“

“Will be the house that history remembers,” she finished for him.  She glared up at him.  “I just don’t like reading.  I’m not good at it, and I can’t do it.  No matter how hard I try, I don’t understand the letters.”

“You are not working hard enough,” he said.

“I spent two hours looking at the same page, and when the septa asked me to read aloud, I couldn’t do it,” she argued.  The girl definitely had spunk.  A Lannister needed that to get along in the world, but she needed to learn there were better times than others for it.  “All I do is stare at the page.  I know the letters.  I see the septa write them, and I can go through the alphabet.  The septa says my penmanship is wonderful, but when I have to read a word, the letters move around on the page and I can’t make any sense of them!”  

Tywin nodded, and she was quiet.  He had dealt with this before.

“Your brother Jaime was the same way,” he said.  “The maesters told me that he also mixed up the letters on the page.  Yes…I wondered if this would happen again.”

“And how did Jaime learn to read?” Y/N asked.  

A determined look flashed across Tywin’s face.

“I sat him down with the maester four hours each day,” he said.  “Which is exactly what I’ll do with you.”

“Father!” Y/N cried.

“Silence!” He cut her off. “Remember your courtesies, young lady. You will thank me for this.  A Lannister needs to know how to read! Jaime was angry with me too, but now he can read!”

“But four hours!” The girl looked close to tears, and for a rare moment, Tywin did feel something tear at his heart, but he was determined.

“A lady doesn’t say ‘but’,” he said.  It was something that Joanna used to say to Cersei when she argued with her.  “Go back to your lesson now.  I shall speak with your septa about the changes in your scholarly pursuits.”

Y/N’s pink lips quivered for a moment, and then she curtsied before her father and ran off.  Tywin watched her go, slightly amused, but slightly angry at her behavior.  Cersei had been much more rebellious, so he at least should have been grateful that he didn’t have to deal with that.  He didn’t particularly like upsetting his daughter, though.  She was the last thing of Joanna he had, and he was determined to give her the best life he could.

Being a father as well as a lord could be difficult at times.

Reader

At the end of your lesson, you were fuming at the septa.  Your head pounded and your eyes were sore from constantly staring at the page. You offered a short and stiff curtsy and then left as soon as the lesson ended.  You never wanted to see your septa ever again.  In fact, you would run away from the Rock and make your father miss you so much that he would find you.  That would really show him.

You loved your father like none other, but he could be stiff at times.  He was the proud lord lion of Casterly Rock, you reminded yourself.  He was held to different standards than the small folk.  Jaime supposedly had the same problem with words that you had, but Jaime got to run around and play with a sword, and then he got to be a knight.  Why did it matter if you could or couldn’t read?  Your father would wed you to a handsome lord when you were older, and you’d raise the babies while your lord husband signed important papers.

In your room, you tried to forget all about your lesson by combing through one of your dolls’ hair. The door opened and your father entered; the brush you used on the doll stopped halfway through its silk hair.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“The septa told me that you needed to study outside of your lessons,” he said firmly.  “Where are your books?”

“I just got out of my lesson!  I need a break!” You cried.

“Your mind is sharpest right after a lesson,” he said.  “Do you want to learn to read or not?”

“I don’t want to learn!” You snapped.

You had crossed a line, and you knew it.  Your father’s eyes narrowed dangerously.  

“You will read those books, Y/N, and I won’t ask you again,” he said in a low voice.

You shrunk back, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape your eyes.  You hated disappointing your father; he was your hero, but he just didn’t understand how hard it was for you to read!  You watched as he left the room.  You didn’t move for a moment, and when he was gone, you threw your doll against the wall.

You picked up the book and tried to read it, determined to show your father, but the more you looked at it, the worse your headache got and you found you just couldn’t do it.

You woke up with your face on the book.  You panicked slightly, aware that that was not proper for a lady.  By the sky outside your window, you knew it wasn’t time for supper yet.  You sighed with relief.  Then you picked up the book.  You didn’t want to visit the septa, but maybe if you just studied for many hours at once, she could get it all done and over with.  Hugging the book, you stomped past your broken doll and out the room.

Every step taken was tortuous.  You really, really did not want to see the septa.  What did that old lady know anyways?  Why couldn’t your father give you a fun teacher?  Maesters were always more fun than septas.

“Sister,” a deep voice suddenly rang in your ears.  “Does father know that you are wandering the Rock by yourself?”

Your heart stopped.  You turned and saw your older brother, Tyrion, standing there.  Even though he grinned at you, you felt a shiver pass up your spine.  She had always been more than a little frightened of him.

Tyrion wasn’t like Jaime or Cersei.  He was only slightly taller than you, but whereas you were six, he was a man.  His hair was as blonde as yours and his eyes as green, but his forehead was too big, and his arms and legs were too short. He wasn’t handsome in the least, and Cersei had told you that Tyrion had killed your mother.  Jaime had insisted it wasn’t true, but Cersei said that Tyrion had forced mother to care for him when he had a contagious illness, and she had died for it.  You hadn’t even been a year old, and because of that you didn’t have a mother.

“He’s a monster, Y/N, and monsters don’t show remorse,” Cersei had said to you.

You stared at your brother, fingers clutching the book.  You wanted to run, but you knew you needed to be brave.  He wasn’t really a monster.  He was frightening, but he was still your big brother.  Jaime got along with Tyrion after all.

“I’m going to the septa,” you said shortly.  “I’m learning to read.”

“Are you mixing up the letters on the page?” Tyrion asked in a dry tone.

“Um…” How did he know that was your problem?  “Yes…”

“Just like Jaime, or so I hear,” he said.  “Don’t go to the septa.  She’ll bore you to tears with her lessons.  It looks like she already has.”

“I have to learn to read so father will be happy,” you snapped, embarrassed.  

“Yes, we must keep father happy,” Tyrion said.

“I need to go,” you said.

When you turned away, Tyrion suddenly touched your arm.  You froze, remembering what Cersei had told you.  Tyrion looked kind of funny, but could he really be a monster?  What if you died because he touched you?  Maybe that’s why your mother had died!

“B-brother,” you stammered, voice squeaking.

“I’ll teach you to read,” he said.  “I’ve read a lot, and I’ve even stumbled on some of the histories of Casterly Rock that recorded other children with the same problems you were having.”

“Father wants me to study with the septa,” you replied weakly.

“Father wants you to learn how to read,” he said.  “Do you want to please father?”

You nodded meekly, and he smiled.

“Then follow me,” he said.

Your heart sank, and you imagined for a moment a maiden following a dragon into its lair.  Tyrion was no dragon; he was too small, but you couldn’t help but be scared regardless.  You frowned. Lannisters didn’t get scared.  You would learn how to read no matter what.

On the way to Tyrion’s chambers, he actually talked to you.

“Father rarely lets you see me,” he said.  “I remember when you were born.  I’ve never seen father smile like that before.  I suppose after me, you were everything he could have asked for.  You were a beautiful babe, and it looks to me like you’ve grown to be a beautiful girl.  You have mother’s features.”

How could he talk so easily of mother?  Didn’t he feel guilty?

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Father keeps me in lessons most the time.”

“And apart from the reading, how are those going?  Do you understand the laws of the land and the science?  I hated learning about the agriculture personally,” he said.

Before you could think, you said:  “I do too. I hate that part.”  You suddenly shut your mouth.  Had you just agreed with your brother?

“Ah, here we go,” Tyrion said.  “My room. We shouldn’t be in here too long, but I’ll teach you more than the septas will.”

“With magic?” You asked.

Tyrion snorted.

“What do you think I am? An imp with magical powers!  Is that what Cersei told you?” he asked. Cersei had never said that, but you couldn’t help but imagine it.  “No, if I knew magic, I’d make myself as tall as Jaime.  No, we’re going to learn the old fashioned way.”

“I won’t learn to read by supper?” You asked faintly.

“I’m afraid not,” he said. “You’ll have to come back each day, but I promise you I will make it much more painless than the septa’s ramblings.  You’ll be reading in no time.”

And then he pulled out a seat for you at his desk and took the book from you.  He laid it on the table, and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

“Let’s begin,” he said, and you sat down, feeling your hands and feet shake.

XXXXX

You had been visiting Tyrion in secret for a week.  You were never told to stay away from your brother, but father also made a point of keeping you as far away from him as possible.  With Tyrion as your teacher, you were able to see improvements you never thought possible.  Even the septa praised you when you actually read two sentences aloud and only had to pause a few times.  Tyrion didn’t use magic, but he may as well have.

What really confused you though was that you were actually starting to like your brother.  What would Cersei say?  Perhaps Jaime would be happy for you.  Tyrion was kind to you and very patient when you made mistakes.  He was constantly egging you on, but in a way that showed he really cared.

“You know this word,” he said as you hovered over the same word for over a minute.  “You can do it…”

“D…R…G… No, that’s not right.”  The letters were moving again.  “D…R…A….Dragon!”

Tyrion applauded you, and you blushed.  You then read the sentence aloud:

“Aegon I Targaryen rode on the dragon Balerion in the War of Conquest!” Your voice went up a notch at the end, and again Tyrion applauded you.

“Wonderful!” He said. “Wonderful!  Can you read the next sentence?”

“Aegon’s sister-wife…V…Vis…Visenya mounted Vhagar as her steed.”  You glanced up at Tyrion, praying you’d gotten the sentence right, and by his smile, you knew you had.  “I did it!  I’m learning to read, Tyrion!  You’re the best!”

You kept improving, and you actually sought out books to try and read.  Most of them you couldn’t, but you could understand a lot more than you could before.  Four days later, you were in yet another lesson with Tyrion.  He no longer frightened you, and Cersei’s words seem to fade.

You had finally reached the part in your heavy book that spoke of House Lannister.

“Lord Tytos Lannister was the eldest of four.  He was named heir in 236 AC of Casterly Rock…” your eyes skimmed the page.  Then you gasped.  “Jason Lannister!”

“Hmm?” Tyrion asked.

“Jason Lannister was Tytos’s younger brother.  Tytos was our grandfather!  Jason was our other grandfather!  He was mother’s father!” You cried.  “Mother and father were cousins?”

“I thought you knew that,” Tyrion said.  “Besides, cousins are one thing, but the Targaryens married their brothers and sisters for centuries.”

“It’s like how Cersei wants to marry Jaime,” you said.

“Y-Y/N …” Tyrion winced. “I don’t know how you know that, but you mustn’t say a word to father.”

You stared at the page and your finger found Lady Joanna’s name.

“What was mother like?” You whispered.

Tyrion froze and didn’t answer immediately.  Then he swallowed, and he smiled in a way that made him as handsome as Jaime.  

“She was beautiful,” Tyrion said.  “She was my best friend, my champion.  She was always encouraging me to be better, and when I cried, she held me.”  He looked out the window, and you watched him intently.  “When I learned that dragons had gone extinct, I was a mess.  I cried myself to sleep…but when I woke up, mother was holding me in her arms and telling me everything would be alright.  She had a beautiful voice too…”

“Cersei said mother died while taking care of you,” you whispered.

Tyrion looked down at his hands.

“That’s true,” he breathed. “I was probably old enough to not need my mommy, but I begged the maesters to let me see her, and she came right away and cared for me.  She stayed by my side all night…and then…it was all so sudden…she was gone.”

Tyrion was a man, but his lip trembled like a child’s.  He didn’t blink, like he was determined not to let the tears come.  He was always so carefree, sarcastic, and witty.  You had never seen this side of him before.

You reached under the table and held his stubby hand.

“Thank you for telling me about mother,” you whispered.  

XXXXX

You found yourself outside your father’s study.  He would be finished with his paperwork in any moment.  You waited there, going over again and again Tyrion’s cheers in your mind. The door opened, and Tywin stared down at you.  You drew yourself up as tall as could be, but he still towered over you.

“Do you need something, Y/N?” he asked.

You nodded, but didn’t answer.  Without a word, you strode right inside his study.  You heard you father sigh behind you and follow.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked you.  “Have you finished your studies today?”  You reached up and took the first bit of parchment off the stack.  “Careful, Y/N, those are important documents.  They can’t be lost –“

“Lord Randyll Tarly…Lord of House Tarly…To whom it may concern…We are in the process of building a bridge to help ensure our grains come quicker to the capital.”  You looked up from the sentence and hid your smile. Then you continued, and you read the entire letter out loud to your father.

When you finished, Tywin actually laughed, and you felt your cheeks go red.  You loved it when you pleased her father.  You had seen his smile more times than you could count, but you rarely heard a laugh.

“You see, Y/N?  You are a Lannister!  You always had it in you!” He said.  “You’ve got quite the attitude, but I’m proud of you.  Keep up the good work.”  He touched your face but didn’t embrace you.  He was still a lord after all.  “Come now, supper is waiting for us.”

You beamed at him, and they headed to the dining hall together.

After supper, you returned to Tyrion.  You still had much farther to go, and the letters still got jumbled, but you were determined to work hard.  You recounted the story to Tyrion, and he laughed first and then congratulated you.  Then he hugged you.

Once again you found yourself pouring over the book.  You finished reading the paragraph aloud and looked up at Tyrion.  He was absent-mindedly playing with an ink bottle.

“Um…I have a question,” you said.

“Ask away,” Tyrion urged you.

“Well, it’s just about something that Cersei said.  She said that you spent most your time in brothels and that you had…what were the words she used?  …An appetite for whores,” you began.  “Tyrion, what’s a brothel?  And what’s a whore?”

The ink bottle suddenly slipped from his fat fingers and shattered all over the floor.

[ladyninjaa]

Abandoned

Imagine: being the only surviving child of Cersei and Jaime Lannister. (takes part during the last episode of season 7)

You had hoped that this meeting would have gone in a different direction but it didn’t. What you witnessed…that thing attempting to grab at your own mother was horrifying and to think that there were more of them was terrifying. You would have liked to not believe Jon Snow and his claims of an undead army heading this way but the threat had been proven real.

And you have never been more afraid then now.

But your mother…your mother’s paranoia had gotten the best of her. When Jon had foolishly admitted that he had already bent the knee to Daenerys…your mother was not happy and ended the meeting quickly much to the shock to you and your father.

“Mother, we cannot ignore this!” You defiantly stood up to her because you were the only one who could without getting serious and lethal consequences’. To see the devastation on Jon’s face as your mother walked by without a care was almost gut-wrenching.

You knew Jon and you liked his person. You only had a few weeks in Winterfell when your legal father, Robert, traveled there to name Ned his Hand and you had grown close to the Stark children—practically Jon and Robb (your father even proposed a marriage between you and Robb but your mother refused and gave your father Joffrey instead) but now with Robb gone—his death would always haunt you because you did everything you could to stop your murderous brother from butchering him in such a cowardly way.

You weren’t a demented lion like your father or your younger brother. You were a soft cub like your sweet little brother sister. You knew when to be fierce and when to show compassion—it was what separated you from the rest of your family.

Your mother and her guard moved forward and your father was quick to follow.

Brienne, the woman who managed to deliver your father back home, was quick to interject and to try to talk to Jaime into talking sense into Cersei.

Your mother paused and looked back at you angrily. Her eyes were fierce like any mother lioness but you were not fazed. You remained where you were and held up your head high and angrily said, “If they could not defeat those monsters what makes you think we can? They have dragons and if they couldn’t win with those winged beasts,” You gestured towards the two dragons flying in the distance, “What makes you think we can?” You didn’t care that you were showing the wedge between mother and daughter and showing potential weakness in front of the enemies—could you consider your own Uncle your enemy?

“We will always find a way to prevail.” Your mother said in a strangely calm voice—not looking bothered by your burst of anger and defiance.

You stared at her with barely concealed disappointment as she left you with the others. She knew you wanted to stay and speak to Jon. She could care less about you socializing with the enemy because now there was another enemy more capable of ending the Lannister house.

Your father and Brienne exchange words—Brienne desperate to sway your father but your father brushes her off and continues to follow your mother. You stare after the black cloaked figure of your mother and feel the deep emotion in the air. They are frazzled and even scared.

You could feel the Dragon Queen’s stare on you.

Jon turns to you and you walk up to him. Without a care, you give your friend a hug—something you have been longing to do for so long. Jon isn’t surprised by your affectionate display—you were still the wild, wide eyed Lannister Princess that ran through the forest with the Stark direwolves because you never felt so free. He embraces you and feels a familiar comfort he felt when he first saw Sansa at Castle Black.

“I am so sorry,” You breathed trying not to tremble well aware of the stares on your back. He smells exactly like the North…how was that possible? “I cannot express it enough.” You say thickly as you pull away from him—he no longer looks like the young lad he once was so long ago. His face has hardened and his eyes were darker. There was this…strange feeling about him. Like, he wasn’t completely himself.

Jon gives you a small smile, “An apology from you is very well accepted. I know you did your best to try to stop it, Y/N.” He reassures you that the bond between you two was never damaged, “In fact I was more worried about you. With your loud, blunt mouth I was surprised your mother or Joffrey didn’t lock you up for good.” He dares to tease.

You breathlessly smile and shake your head as the man who stood next to Jon spoke, “I wish you hadn’t done that.” This man looked very familiar, who was he? 

Jon had this sour look on his face as if remembering the grave mistake he had done.

Daenerys got up and walked towards the both of you—she shot you a unsure glance but spoke to Jon fiercely, “I am grateful for your loyalty, but my dragon…” She looks at you now and you have a feeling that you weren’t meant to hear her words.

“She can be trusted.” Tyrion speaks up quietly.

“Can she?” The girl doesn’t look that much older then you and she’s glaring at you now.

You stare back unfazed, “Trust me, I want nothing more then to end this fucking war. I’ve had my fill on death, alright? I won’t tell my mother anything you say because honestly, it wouldn’t change anything.” You say harshly not caring who you were speaking too.

She looks clearly taken back by the way you speak.

Tyrion sighs and he is now beside you, “You still have that terrible mouth on you.” But there is a gentle, loving smile on his face to show you that he is teasing.

You grin at him—happy to see him alive and well. “Well, it’s part of my charm.”

Daenerys isn’t pleased by the obvious bond between you, Tyrion, and Jon but she continues, “If this is all for nothing then he died for nothing.” There is a glimmer of grief in her violet eyes and sorrow in her voice.

You stare between her and Jon with narrowed eyes before concluding, “That’s why you only have two dragons with you. The other died by the hands of those monsters?” You are sick to your stomach and as the Queen glares at you…you feel nothing but sadness for her, “Then we’re definitely fucked.” You muttered, “I offer you my condolences, your grace.” You added with a respective tone.

The silver-haired woman looks unsure how to proceed—the last thing she expected was a Lannister that wasn’t Tyrion to be kind to her. Perhaps this lion was different.

“I’m pleased you bent the knee to our queen,” Tyrion speaks in his usually drawled out voice, “I would have not advised it, had asked.” He gives him a stare of annoyance, “But have you ever considered learning how to lie every now and then?”

“Just a bit?”

Jon stares at him with obvious offense, “I am not going to sweat an oath I can’t uphold,” He rightfully states and you only feel your admiration for him grow, “Talk about my father, if you want, tell me that’s the attitude that got him killed. But when enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything.”

“In the end, there are only better and better lies.” You spoke quietly making Jon nod towards you in agreement.

Tyrion looks defeated, “And lies won’t help us win this fight.” Jon ends looking unbelievably stressed out. You feel for him because now he was the one left to clean up this shit mess that our parents left us.

“That is indeed a problem,” Tyrion muttered, “The more immediate problem is that we’re fucked.”

You nod in agreement and said, “I’ll drink to that.”

“Why are you here again?” Daenerys glares at you as if your presence was becoming bothersome to her.

“You shouldn’t be fucking drinking.” Tyrion scolds with a scowl.

“I am here because I wanted to speak to Jon and my uncle, is that a crime, your grace? Does my Lannister appearance bother you? Are you going to burn me alive?” You sassed glaring back at her, “Geez, and you wanted to make an alliance with my mother with that bloody attitude?” You scoffed as Daenerys scowled at you fiercely.

“I always did like her.” the Hound commented giving you a proud look, “Always gave that little shit hell.”

“Does everyone here apparently favor her then?” Daenerys bit out angrily, “We have bigger things to worry about!” You roll your eyes but agree, this was no time for such games.

“Is there any way to change that stare of affairs?” The man with a rugged accent questioned.

Tyrion looks out towards where your mother and father had left, “Only one.”

“Hell, no.” You step up and glare at him, “You’re fucking crazy. She’d slaughter you.”

“That’s why you’re coming with me.” Tyrion speaks with a sigh, “I never thought I’d use my own niece as a shield, how low can I go?”

**

“You don’t have to walk us there, you fat shit.” You hiss turning to look over your shoulder to glare at whatever the fuck the Mountain had turned out to be—or whatever Qyburn had done to him.

He only kept walking without making a second sound.

“Do I even want to ask about him?” Tyrion looks scared of him and he should be. He’s in a dangerous situation right now.

“No.” You mumbled, “I liked him better when he was…alive.”

There was only tensed silence as the three of you walked towards your mother’s office. Your father appears looking very displeased to see Tyrion. They exchange a few words about being idiots and goodbyes. You roll your eyes and reply impatiently, “Can we stop acting so dramatically? Tyrion is not going to die. That’s why I am here.”

Your father looks at you, “Your mother won’t like that.”

You shrug, “Have I ever given a shit?”

Your father frowns, “I honestly don’t know where you got that blunt mouth from.”

“I am my own person. I shouldn’t be compared to you or my mother.” You remarked a bit sourly. You had always known who your real father was ever since you were ten. It was always blatantly obvious because you looked nothing like Robert. Your younger siblings never caught on though, you guessed it was because they were stupid.

Jaime shook his head with a small smile before stepping to the side.

Tyrion stared ahead unsure what fate awaited him. He knew if it came down to it, he would not risk your life for the sake of his. You entered her room with bothering to knock and saw her sitting at her desk. She eyes you but then her eyes land on Tyrion.

You take your seat and remain quiet knowing it would be wise not speak.

“I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose. She’s your kind of woman—a foreign whore who doesn’t know her place.” You groan at the immediate insults hurled at Tyrion. Your mother pointedly ignores you.

There are words being exchanged. Your mother’s eyes growing with hate and anger towards your uncle for killing Tywin—your grandfather. Her eyes grew watery as she spoke about Myrcella and Tommen. Your heart clenched at the mention of them but you knew it wasn’t really Tyrion’s fault.

Tyrion suddenly said, “I will always be a threat…so put an end to me.” His words sound tired and desperate and you stare at him shocked.

You don’t miss the murderous look on your mother’s face as he suggest that she end his life—just like she always wanted to do. He continues to fuel her hate and anger reminding her of how she was motherless, fatherless, and two of her children were dead. You could see the look on your mother’s face—she wanted to kill him.

For once, you are speechless. Your mouth is dry because you couldn’t have predicted that your uncle would go for this. Tyrion stands in front of the Mountain and demands your mother to kill him.

But then…your mother is looking at you and seeing the horror on your pretty face…and she can’t bring herself to say the words. You were…her last surviving child…although there was one in her belly…you were her first babe. Seeing such a look on your face…she couldn’t do that to you…as much as it killed her to admit you loved Tyrion fiercely and Cersei feared the repercussions if she did kill Tyrion right now.

The last thing she wanted was you, her precious daughter, to hate her.

Cersei growls and looks away.

You let out a sigh of relief while Tyrion remains surprised. He looks at you and knows very well that you were the only reason why Cersei didn’t butcher him.

**

Tyrion had convinced your mother to reconsider. Eventually, your mother gave her word that their war would be pushed aside to fight in the real war. You were thrilled to hear her words because it meant that the future for you and your family wasn’t so bleak. You were happy because the child in your mother’s belly would have a chance at living.

But then everything came crashing down that same night.

You were asleep in your chambers when a voice and someone shaking you woke you up. You groggily opened your eyes and saw your father hovering above you. You were confused and dazed—taking into account that he wasn’t wearing his usual armor.

“Papa?” You mumbled sitting up.

Your father sat down on the edge of the bed with this sad look on his face, “I need to tell you something before I ask you to make a difficult choice.” He says caressing the side of your sleepy face. He was leaving but he had to take you with him…he knew what would happen if he were to leave and you were to stay. He couldn’t leave knowing how Cersei would act towards you –obsessive, paranoid, and by her side at all times.

But he knew you just as well as he knew Cersei…you wouldn’t allow it your mother to coddle you and obey her commands especially after he leaves. You would defy her, rebel, and make your statements known which something that Cersei wouldn’t tolerate now.

He couldn’t leave without you because it would mean your death.

Something serious was happening. You were fully awake now and peering at your father through the darkness—the only light coming from the moon outside your window. “What’s wrong?” You questioned with a frown.

Your father swallows thickly and tells you, “Earlier this morning, your mother advised me that we wouldn’t be riding north anymore. That she intends to betray Jon and the Dragon Queen and let them deal with the white walkers.”

You frown, “She’s insane. If they can’t stop them, we can’t either.”

He nods, “It is what I told her and she told me that Euron didn’t flee like we had thought…he went to ferry the Golden Company across the sea and back to Kings Landing.”

Why would your mother conspire with that mad-man Euron and not your father? Was her paranoia getting that bad that she didn’t trust your father now? “Was it because you met with Tyrion without her consent?” You asked with disgust.

He gives a curt nod, “That’s not the worst of it.”

You see the dreadful look on his face, “When I told your mother that I intended to ride North to keep the promise I made…” He blows out a heavy sigh and you see his shoulders drop, “I tried to walk away from her…but that monster got in the way.”

Your heart almost stopped beating. Anger rose in your body, “She did not.” You stood up with the Lannister fire in your eyes, “Tell me she did not do it.” You said through gritted teeth.

Your father looks down at the stone floor, “I was in disbelief and when I told her to order that thing to kill me…she only nodded after a few seconds.” He looks shaken up by the ordeal and you could understand. Your mother and father loved each other even when it was wrong in every sense and through it all they always stuck with each other.

For your mother to have gone this far by having that thing cut your father down…

“And then what happened?”

“He took out his sword; ready to cut me down but for some reason…nothing happened. I walked away in complete disbelief…I can’t believe your mother would…” He shakes his head with disgust and anger, “After everything…”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “So, you’re leaving?”

He nods, “I made a promise. Besides, next time I won’t be so lucky. Cersei has made her intentions clear to me.” He says looking very anguished.

You stare at your father with uncertainty and ask thickly, “And what about me?”

“I cannot force you to come with me—“

You were not stupid and knew what would happen clearly and quickly once your father abandoned your mother, “I am coming with you.”

It wasn’t a hard decision for you to make. You always knew that her paranoia would get the better of her—her twisted nature would always win. This woman was not your mother anymore. No mother would give an order to kill the father of her children. She didn’t give the order to kill Tyrion but did so with your father? It was unacceptable. Not that you wanted Tyrion dead.

Your parents had faults, yes, you would admit. You were a direct result from one of those faults. Your heart was heavy with emotions and you couldn’t believe this was happening. How did things turn so bad? You looked at your father with grief, “Do you think this all happened because you pushed Bran off the ledge?”

Your father isn’t surprised that you know—you were always a very clever lion, “Perhaps,” He murmurs with guilt and he closes his eyes as if disgusted with himself, “But now is my chance to try to make things right…as much as I can.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you with hope, “I have to do what I can to make sure that there is a future for you…a better one then the one you have now.”

This was just something I’ve been dying to write. It’s long and boring, I know, but I really like it c: There are no other parts for right now. Maybe I’ll add a part two when we see Jaime in the next season!

[ladyninjaa]

Melodies

Imagine: Being the younger sister of Daenerys and impressing Jon Snow. (Not apart of the Warmth series.)

With the destruction of the Greyjoy ships and the loss of alliance from Dorne…your older sister wasn’t happy. You did your part by teaming up with Tyrion and trying to plan for future attacks or tragedies’. A few days ago Jon Snow the proclaimed King of the North had arrived with a small group of Northern men and that meeting only served to dampen your sister’s already foul mood.

She had been clearly instructed by her sister to keep her distance because she didn’t quite trust these men yet. You were her treasure, just like her dragons, and she would fight to protect you at any costs.

You were bore though—while these Northern men were allowed to roam the castle while you were stuck in certain rooms deep within the castle. “I want to be out in the fields with the dragons,” You complained to your sister in the strategy room, “Why are you so intent on keeping me in the dark?” Your sister was staring down hard at the wooden table silent as she thought. Tyrion was nearby drinking some wine and watching your sister with curious eyes.

“I don’t trust them completely.” She replied in a quiet voice.

“I’m not some caged bird, you know.” You easily accused.

“You’re a dragon.” She corrects with some hard to hear sarcasm.

You’re eyebrow twitches with irritation. Your sister had some shit timing with her humor. “Are we really going to have this argument?” You coolly demanded with a serious face.

She sighs and finally looks up at you, “Not today.”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, “I am not some caged beast, Dany. You always say that a dragon is not a slave well, I certainly feel like one. We’re on our home island, the dragons are constantly flying ahead, and we have a rather large army willing to die for the both of us here.”

Dany looks like she will not budge but you know your sister very well. “We are safe here. No one is brave or dumb enough to even come near the island especially with Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal in the air.” You urge her knowing it would be the final push for her to grant you your freedom.

She pursues her lips, deep in thought, and answered back, “Fine, I will grant you your freedom and in return you have to play the piano for me.” She smirks slowly and you try not to groan. You hated playing that bloody thing but Dany loved it. You only did it for her because you liked seeing the peaceful expression on her face whenever you played. Dany always told you that Mother played as well and would always play for her and Viserys.

Viserys had forced you to learn since, well, you looked the most like mother. Dany was a combination of father and mother but you were the spitting image of Rhaella Targaryen. Perhaps that was the reason why Viserys was always gentler to you and preferred you over Dany…so much to the point where Viserys had told Dany that you were meant to marry him to keep the Targaryen blood line alive.

You loved your brother but the idea of marrying him was disgusting.

You often did miss him though.

“Ah, will I finally hear you play?” Tyrion brightened up—the last few weeks had been rough for the Lannister.

He always pestered you to play just a little something for him.

You sigh knowing it was a small sacrifice to pay for your freedom, “Fine.”

Dany smiled and nodded, “Go on and break your fast with Tyrion. I will call you to the throne room after.” She instructed looking very eager to hear you play. It had been a very long time since you last played and you almost felt guilty for not playing earlier to bring some comfort to your sister.

Tyrion was at your side as they both of you made way to the dining room to eat. “Why are you so eager anyway?” Tyrion questioned once the both of you were a safe distance from Daenerys.

“I want to go to the beach and collect sea-shells.” You admit brightly.

Tyrion let out a loud laugh, “Is that what all your fussing is for? You want sea-shells?” He looks greatly amused and even surprised by such an innocent motive. It has been a very long time since he’s seen such innocence and it reminded him a lot of Myrcella.

You nod not feeling offended by his amusement, “I had planned on sewing a new gown for my sister and I wanted to add sea-shells.” You explained vaguely.

Tyrion chuckled shaking his head, Ah, Y/N, you are a rather odd Targaryen.”

You giggled and took that as a compliment.

**

Breaking fast with Tyrion was always enjoyable. It wasn’t long until you were making way towards the throne room. Tyrion matching your step looking extremely eager to hear you play the piano. Even Tyrion knew that a piano was extremely rare and for a woman to play was rarer. Viserys managed to convince some rich lord into giving you piano lessons. It wasn’t long until the lord had been so impressed with your skill that he offered the instrument to you with no strings attached.

“It would only sit here collecting dust and being sad,” You remember him saying with even some woe, “When you play it, it comes alive.”

You always wondered what became of him. He was perhaps dead by now. It had been such a long time since that happened. Dany was sitting on her throne speaking with Varys and the piano that your mother used to play sat elegantly in the middle. Your father had given your mother this as a wedding gift.

Despite the mutual dislike your parents had…Rhaella loved this instrument. You were glad that King Stannis had enough sense not to mess with such a rare instrument. It looked well cared for despite the years it had been since Rhaella last played it.

“I have an audience.” You take note of Missandei walking in hurriedly with a smile of excitement.

“It is not everyday we hear you play.” The former slave smiled gently at you.

You chuckle softly as Tyrion joins Varys and Missandei. You take your seat in front of the piano. You have seen only two pianos before but this one was…the fairest of them all. It was made of white wood with the Targaryen sigil on the top and the keys were of some sort of black and red porcelain.

A lot of gold went into this lovely instrument and it showed.

Your mother sat here…stroke these keys. You weren’t sure what you were feeling…grief? Was it excitement? Or was it some feeling of somberness? “Mother played while she was pregnant with you.” Dany murmured—her voice bouncing off the stone walls.

You nodded though you barely heard her—you were too focused on staring at the black and red keys. It was such a dark contrast against the white wood. You straighten your back and you hover your delicate fingers over the dark keys. You breathed in and out before letting your fingers stroke the keys expertly and with care.

The large room is filled with soft, delicate sounds.

You play Viserys favored melody. Daenerys’s face softened at the sound because she knew. Your brother died in a horrible way but his greed blinded him and bound him to his fate. You remember that night vividly; that night, so long ago, was meant to celebrate that Dany was with child—the future of the tribe and your precious niece or nephew.

You and Dany had thrived with the Dothraki but Viserys didn’t and it showed.

You remember him barging in, Jorah attempting to subdue him, and Viserys pulling his sword. You were terrified because you had never seen him so…crazed and lustful towards something so mundane. You attempted to calm him as he wielded the blade towards your sister and her unborn child but he cut your cheek and threw you to the side yelling that you should learn your place.

“Your place, you whore, is beside me your future husband!”

Your eyes flashed with sorrow as he threatened to take Dany from Drogo and even threaten the unborn child inside of her. You were so disgusted towards him…more then ever. You hated him at that point. How low could he scope to threaten his own flesh and blood?

You remember the fury brewing behind Drogo’s calm façade. You remember one of his blood-riders gently grabbing you and placing you far away from your deranged brother. One of the women had pressed a wet cloth to your cheek and even asked if you were alright.

Even now, you could feel the sting from his blade.

Drogo spoke and his words were directed towards your sister and you—asking for permission for something…you dreaded. Daenerys was staring at your brother and gave her answer to him—that he would get his crown and men would tremble before it.

His face…you mentally shook your head. His face washed with relief and joy. A crown was all he ever wanted. It was then that the great Khal rose to his feet as Viserys lowered his weapon and backed away with a smile.

Drogo and Dany exchanged glances before your sister looked to you.

You had tears in your eyes but inside you just knew it had to be done. You couldn’t risk him having another deranged episode and actually killing the unborn child inside of her. She looked back up at the Khal and it was done.

You would never forget his screams.

Your fingers paused and the melody was broken.

“Do you regret killing Viserys?”

It was Dany who asked. She knew you too well.

You shook your head, “No, it was either him or your child.”

She was quiet because she, too, was haunted by the screams of Viserys dying. You straighten your back and resume the melody that your sister loved. It was a whimsical and gentle melody that always left your sister with a gentle smile on her face—a rare sight.

“She’s a natural.” Tyrion praised letting the angelic melody flood his ears.

“And yet she hates to play.” Dany mused.

“Well, she was forced by your brother to learn.” Varys commented.

When you were finished, you smiled up at your sister. She smiled back at you because she knew you hated to play but only did so for her. It was then that the great room was echoing with the sound of hands clapping. All attention was turned to the entrance of the throne room where Ser Davos stood with his King.

Your eyes landed on this King of the North and you felt your heart stutter at his rugged beauty. He looked so odd to the men you grew up around. You were used to darker, tanned skin not this pale flesh you saw on this man.

His eyes were a dark color—you could not see his pupils or the white in his eyes. He had a scar over his right eye and his hair was pulled up but a few of his curly locks fell around his head. He was the most exquisite man you had ever seen.

He was the one who was clapping.

“Jon.” Your sister’s voice was sharp and you could tell she was tensed. Your existence was always a top priority for your sister. Not many knew of the existence of a younger Targaryen—not even Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister.

“Forgive me,” Jon says thickly with an almost awed look on his brooding face, “I know I wasn’t meant to intrude but I just had to see what was making such beautiful noise.”

His words were enough to make you blush.

“My aunt had one,” His eyes jerked to the piano, “Given it was uglier.”

You couldn’t help but to smile and his eyes seem to light up when he saw that radiant smile on your face, “I thought I was hearing angel choir.” His eyes solely on you—he was entranced.

“Thank you, my lord.” You continue to smile and bow your head slightly.

“If I might ask—“ Jon was cut off by your sister.

“Can I trust you, Jon?” Her voice was the calm before the storm and there was no nonsense in her tone.

Jon knew this and looked up at your sister. His eyes rested on hers as he pondered his answer. It didn’t take him long to answer, “Of everything we’ve heard about the Targaryen’s…we never heard of a younger on being born after you. It is easy to see that you’ve done a good job in hiding her existence and very wise.” Jon speaks with a nod of approval, “Yes, you can trust me.”

It wasn’t about the war or about him bending the knee, no; it was about keeping your existence a secret. Daenerys stared at Jon Snow intently, “This is my baby sister, Y/N.” She finally relents.

Jon looks at you—still seated at the piano looking nothing sort of a fallen angel. “Y/N.” He repeats gently.

Your heart almost melted.

Perhaps you would play the piano more often now.  

This was a request made by a anon. There will be no other parts. 

Also, if you are curious to hear the melody that I pictured in my head that the reader was playing for Dany (Dany’s favored melody) listen to BTS Butterfly (Piano cover) by lilyloo it is such an amazing and beautiful cover!

For Viserys favored song…I imagined Abandoned by Lucas King. Listen to both because they are lovely. 

[lustfulmarvel]

Musical fingers (Archie x Reader )

Request ; Nope I was just bored my request are open though

Warnings; smut , fingering , boners , sin , sin , sin and more sin

A/N ; I appreciate feed back. Umm send request if yah want. Oh also English isn’t my first language so I am sorry if I make grammar mistakes and you guys get aggravated or something  😭.

GIF NOT MINE 

Part two

It was the last day of the drive in before it moved on to its new owner and got demolished. The whole town was here for the last screen play. My boyfriend Archie asked me to come with him and some friends Veronica , Kevin , Betty and Jughead .I was sitting on Archie’s lap with Betty and Veronica next to us cuddling.

The movie has been playing for thirty minutes and Betty and Veronica were fast asleep spooning. Kevin left fifteen minutes into the movie for a popcorn refill and hasn’t returned and Jughead of course is in the film room.

I decided to check my phone out of boredom not like anyone is going to text me since my friends are all here. I stretch out moving a little to reach my phone from my bag and I feel Archie tense at my sudden movement I realize what is happening and decided to have a little fun. I stretch again to grab my bag acting like I can’t reach it and Archie stiffened at the moment again digging his fingers into my hips this time.

“What’s wrong arch ?” I ask innocently. “No-nothing ” he stutters “Oh ok ” I say reaching for my bag one more time but this time I made sure to move my ass a little extra  causing  friction. Archie pulls me towards him and whispers in my ear “I know you know what you’re doing and you better stop it or face the consequences” I decide to move my hips a little teasing him “and what are the consequences ” I whisper back.

I feel his bulge grow as I keep moving my hips front and back and from side to side being careful not to wake Ronnie and Betty.I hear a hiss leave Archie’s mouth and I smirk. Suddenly his hand is traveling down my body and stops where I currently need him the most. I stiffened at that , now the tables have turned.

“Archie really ? Here ? Ronnie and Betty are right next to us ” I whisper yell. He pulls me closer if it’s even possible and whispers “I guess you’ll just have to be quiet”. I feel his hand in my tights hovering over my area but not yet touching it. My body twitches in anticipation as he begins to tease me through my panties moving his fingers in circular motion. A gasp falls from my mouth at the sudden contact not for long as Archie hand covers it him coming closer to my ear and whispering “ shhh gotta be quiet baby girl”.

He moves my panties aside slipping a finger in which causes me to moan out in pleasure. He starts working his magical fingers and rubbing my clit occasionally slipping a finger in. My body is pulsating and my clit throbs . He starts hitting the right spot and I grab onto his arm forcefully. His fingers driving me insane as I try to keep quiet.

A clenching feeling in my stomach starts to form and I know I’m close. “ Arch I -I’m ” i try to say but my words won’t cooperate. “ yes I know ” Archie says as the pace of his fingers quickens I thrust my hips forcefully to meet his fingers. I feel the knot in my stomach untie and a wave of electricity runs through my body. Archie keeps working his fingers until I finish coming down from my high.

Archie pulls out his fingers and sucks on them Chuckling lightly. “We’re still not done part two at home ” he says. I giggled quietly as Kevin approaches us.

“ So what did I miss” he says hoping on the back of Archie’s truck.

“ Oh you know just like the entire movie” I says giving him a suspicious look

“ I’m sorry that refill line was crazy” he says apologizing.

“ It’s okay the movie was boring anyways we were about to leave right Y/N ” Archie looks at me and smiles

“ yep ” I respond “ Lets wake up the girls the can get a ride with their parents me and Archie want to work on some music ”

The drive home from the drive in was quiet and peaceful. We arrived at Archie’s house pretty fast with his dad out with Mrs. Lodge we had the entire house to ourselves. “ So about that part two ?” Archie asks with his eyebrow raised and a smirk.

“I wouldn’t miss out on you and your musical fingers for nothing” I say as he pushes me against the door and I kick off my shoes.

[lustfulmarvel]

Musical fingers (Archie x Reader )

Request ; Nope I was just bored my request are open though

Warnings; smut , fingering , boners , sin , sin , sin and more sin

A/N ; I appreciate feed back. Umm send request if yah want. Oh also English isn’t my first language so I am sorry if I make grammar mistakes and you guys get aggravated or something  😭.

GIF NOT MINE 

Part two

It was the last day of the drive in before it moved on to its new owner and got demolished. The whole town was here for the last screen play. My boyfriend Archie asked me to come with him and some friends Veronica , Kevin , Betty and Jughead .I was sitting on Archie’s lap with Betty and Veronica next to us cuddling.

The movie has been playing for thirty minutes and Betty and Veronica were fast asleep spooning. Kevin left fifteen minutes into the movie for a popcorn refill and hasn’t returned and Jughead of course is in the film room.

I decided to check my phone out of boredom not like anyone is going to text me since my friends are all here. I stretch out moving a little to reach my phone from my bag and I feel Archie tense at my sudden movement I realize what is happening and decided to have a little fun. I stretch again to grab my bag acting like I can’t reach it and Archie stiffened at the moment again digging his fingers into my hips this time.

“What’s wrong arch ?” I ask innocently. “No-nothing ” he stutters “Oh ok ” I say reaching for my bag one more time but this time I made sure to move my ass a little extra  causing  friction. Archie pulls me towards him and whispers in my ear “I know you know what you’re doing and you better stop it or face the consequences” I decide to move my hips a little teasing him “and what are the consequences ” I whisper back.

I feel his bulge grow as I keep moving my hips front and back and from side to side being careful not to wake Ronnie and Betty.I hear a hiss leave Archie’s mouth and I smirk. Suddenly his hand is traveling down my body and stops where I currently need him the most. I stiffened at that , now the tables have turned.

“Archie really ? Here ? Ronnie and Betty are right next to us ” I whisper yell. He pulls me closer if it’s even possible and whispers “I guess you’ll just have to be quiet”. I feel his hand in my tights hovering over my area but not yet touching it. My body twitches in anticipation as he begins to tease me through my panties moving his fingers in circular motion. A gasp falls from my mouth at the sudden contact not for long as Archie hand covers it him coming closer to my ear and whispering “ shhh gotta be quiet baby girl”.

He moves my panties aside slipping a finger in which causes me to moan out in pleasure. He starts working his magical fingers and rubbing my clit occasionally slipping a finger in. My body is pulsating and my clit throbs . He starts hitting the right spot and I grab onto his arm forcefully. His fingers driving me insane as I try to keep quiet.

A clenching feeling in my stomach starts to form and I know I’m close. “ Arch I -I’m ” i try to say but my words won’t cooperate. “ yes I know ” Archie says as the pace of his fingers quickens I thrust my hips forcefully to meet his fingers. I feel the knot in my stomach untie and a wave of electricity runs through my body. Archie keeps working his fingers until I finish coming down from my high.

Archie pulls out his fingers and sucks on them Chuckling lightly. “We’re still not done part two at home ” he says. I giggled quietly as Kevin approaches us.

“ So what did I miss” he says hoping on the back of Archie’s truck.

“ Oh you know just like the entire movie” I says giving him a suspicious look

“ I’m sorry that refill line was crazy” he says apologizing.

“ It’s okay the movie was boring anyways we were about to leave right Y/N ” Archie looks at me and smiles

“ yep ” I respond “ Lets wake up the girls the can get a ride with their parents me and Archie want to work on some music ”

The drive home from the drive in was quiet and peaceful. We arrived at Archie’s house pretty fast with his dad out with Mrs. Lodge we had the entire house to ourselves. “ So about that part two ?” Archie asks with his eyebrow raised and a smirk.

“I wouldn’t miss out on you and your musical fingers for nothing” I say as he pushes me against the door and I kick off my shoes.

[mysme-fics]

PLEASE WRITE THE CONTINUATION TO BREAKING SMT SPECIAL OF YOOSUNG AND JAEHEES I CHECK YOUR ACOUNT EVERYDAY TO SEE IT IM THIRSTYYY

-frowns- Before you read, aaah, I know there are a lot of different waysfor this piece to be criticized… (I’m sorry, I’m still anxious that this piece will be taken negatively…) Ahah;; Still, it’s here, at least. Now youknow what happens after MC holds the knife in her hand.

–R.I.

WARNING: CHEESY, DRAMATIC, ANGSTY

Highly Recommended to read Part 1 first: [Here]

MC Breaks Something Important to Yoosung: Sequel.

He never got the chance toapologize. He never got the chance to explain.

What was the truthbehind it all? If only he could have been less stubborn, less scared, he wouldhave told you.

After Rika hadpassed away years ago, Yoosung started to see a psychiatrist with Zen’sencouragement, and was diagnosed with depression. His psychiatrist claimed thatit wasn’t abnormal that Yoosung’s grief developed into depression, after all,Rika had been an important figure in his life. It was no wonder that his losscould affect him so deeply.

It’s not that heloved her in the romantic sense—Yoosung knew that others often misunderstood,but he couldn’t care less about their misinterpretations. As long as he himselfknew how he felt, then it didn’t matter. Yoosung treasured Rika as a person,because… he had never learned to love and value himself until he met her.

Before he had mether, Yoosung had always felt like there was nothing special about himself. Hewas just like every other kid out there. He went to school, he studied, helistened to his parents… He wasn’t special. There was no point to his existence.Anyone could replace him.

But Rika had madehim realize that he was more than that.

“You really are a good kid!” Rika had saidupon meeting him for the first time.

Yoosung furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.It’s not like he was doing anything special by volunteering today… His mom hadconvinced him to join Rika in doing this, with the benefit of getting communityhours. He wasn’t the one who wanted to volunteer.

Rika noticed his dubious expression, and shesmiled gently at him, putting down the stack of papers she had been carrying.She cradled his smaller hands in her own, gazing softly into his eyes.

“Yoosung-ah, what are you thinking?” she murmured,looking genuinely curious to hear his thoughts.

He faked a reassuring grin. “Ah, no, I wasjust thinking that you shouldn’t be complimenting me when you work even harderthan me, noona!”

Rika chuckled quietly. “I wasn’t asking fora model-student answer, Yoosung, I was asking what YOU were thinking about.”

Yoosung felt confused by her response atfirst, but sighed when he realized that he probably couldn’t fool her. “Well,you called me a good kid, but it’s not like I’m the one who wanted to volunteerin the first place,” he admitted, frowning.

“Hmm~ So you don’t want to volunteer?” shesaid thoughtfully. “Then, what do youwant to do?”

……He didn’t know the answer to that.

Wasn’t he just supposed to be a good friend,a good son, and a good student? Was there any merit in pursuing his owninterests? Did he even have his own interests…? One that wasn’t influenced bysomeone else, but an interest that he desired all on his own?

“I-I don’t know,” he answered truthfully,averting his eyes in embarrassment.

“Well, if you don’t know yet, then that canonly mean that you’re still on a journey to find out, right?”

“A journey?”

“Yes! I’m sure that as you come toexperience many new things, you’ll be able to find something you truly love andhave passion for, from the bottom of your heart. Aren’t you curious what itcould be?”

“Uhm, I guess so?” He didn’t want to say itout loud, but his cousin’s words were seriously cringeworthy and cheesy.

Despite his unenthusiastic response, Rikabeamed at him. “Perhaps you don’t believe me right now, but I’m certain thatyou’ll find the answer someday. When that time comes, make sure to tell me,okay?”

“Pfft. Okay, I promise.” Yoosung reallydidn’t understand how she could sound so sure of herself. Still, although hedidn’t fully believe her, he did feel a small spark of hope that maybe, justmaybe, she could be right. He couldn’t guarantee that she was wrong, just asmuch as she couldn’t guarantee that she was correct.

So, in an attempt to determine whether herridiculously cheesy ideals were true, he decided to give it a try—opening hiseyes to new experiences. It wouldn’t hurt to try. There was nothing abouthimself that he valued, so what could he possibly lose?

Yoosung began to volunteer more, meetingnumerous people from senior citizens who respectively taught him many lessons,to little children who taught him patience. He put in more effort in hisstudies, which helped him to get along with the other students who wereimpressed by his sudden passion. He even helped out more at home, developing abetter bond with his mother, too.

He didn’t really enjoy any of those things,though.

But the people he interacted with duringthese moments helped him in discovering himself. They’d tell him that he wasfull of potential, hardworking, passionate, reliable, friendly… They recognizedmultiple characteristics in him, praising him, admiring him. To be honest, Yoosungdidn’t believe any of their compliments at first.

But having hundreds of people telling himthe same things over and over again, Yoosung started to believe it, too.

“Yoosung-ah, has something good happened?” Rikaasked curiously.

“Hm? Why do you ask, noona?”

“You’ve been smiling a lot more lately whenyou volunteer…”

Yoosung flashed a sheepish look at her. “Well,it turns out you were right…”

Her eyes lit up at this. “You’ve found it?The thing you love and have passion for?”

“Mmn, no,” he murmured, shaking his head, “ButI do think you’re right that I simply haven’t discovered it yet. When we talkedabout it before… honestly, I was lost about who I am. But you suggested that Ihaven’t had enough experiences, so I tried to expand my world a bit, and Ithink I’m slowly starting to understand who I am.”

“And that is?” she urged him to continuewith clear anticipation in her tone.

“I don’t think I can describe it easily…There isn’t really a black and white when it comes to a person’s identity andcharacteristics. I used to think that there wasn’t much substance to who I am,but now, I know that’s wrong. Through meeting others, helping others, andpushing myself to succeed, I’ve realized a lot of things about myself. And… Ican be proud of who I am today because you led me to this answer.”

Rika’s eyes widened in surprise. She triedto deny it, “No, I didn’t really do anything at all!”

“That’s not true… You helped me face myinsecurities, and you inspired me to volunteer. I know that… it might seemtrivial to you, but it’s really important to me. And I’m sure that what yousaid about me finding something I can genuinely love someday will come true aswell. Thank you, noona. For helping me. Thank you. You’re the best cousin Icould ask for. Saranghaeyo, noona!”

When Yoosung fellin love with you, he hadn’t expected for you to return his feelings. Findingout that you loved him back made him feel like the happiest man in the world.He was determined to make you happy, too… and somewhere along the line, herealized: You were what he’d alwaysbeen looking for. He loved you and cared for you from the bottom of his heart,he really did.

But thisrealization hit him like a double-edged sword. On one hand, he was more thanthrilled that he finally found something he was strongly interested in. On theother hand… he couldn’t keep his promise to Rika. He had promised to tell herwhen he finally found it. But… she was dead.

This fact upset himfor the longest time, and he lamented about it to his therapist a lot. ButYoosung knew that Rika wasn’t coming back. He just… he just needed time to moveon.

She had made such ahuge impact in his life. She was someone important to him. Rika was someonethat he wanted to show you off to. To show that he wasn’t that same little boywho held no passion anymore. To show that he’d grown up.

And Yoosung wasn’tready to spill all this to you. It was hard enough trying to live normallydespite knowing that the cousin he had always looked up to and appreciated wouldno longer smile or laugh beside him. It’d be even harder recounting the wholestory to you, because she really meant a lot to him.

That morning whenhe had awoken you upon discovering that you’d disrespected his privacy, thatyou’d treaded upon something he simply wasn’t ready to talk about yet… Yoosungjust snapped. Did you not trust him? Hadn’t he told you numerous times not togo near that corner? He would have told you the truth when he was ready but hejust wasn’t ready and he didn’t know how to explain without revealingeverything.

In his anger, he’dleft after yelling at you to leave, but once he walked outside, he regrettedhis words immediately. He didn’t mean a single word he’d said. But… Yoosungknew that he was still mad, and he needed to calm down first, so he refused toreturn so soon. He thought he would just apologize later, and then he would beable to explain to you.

When he finally gotback home, he was ready to sit down to talk with you but…

You were on his kitchen floor, lying there in a pool of your own blood, and Yoosung felt hisheart stop at the sight.

With his fingersshaking, he didn’t know what to do even as he fumbled for his phone whilestaring at your figure with wide eyes, guilt and shock overwhelming him. He haddone this to you.

If only he hadexplained sooner.

If only he had beenbraver.

If only he hadn’tyelled this morning.

If only he’d comeback sooner.

“If only.”

But the reality wasthat he’d been an idiot and what he’ddone had hurt you and now here he was, being interrogated by the police.

“I don’t know why she did it, I’m sorry, I’msorry, I don’t know,” he pleaded, unable to think straight. He couldn’tanswer any of their questions properly. He just couldn’t.

All he could thinkabout right now was that he couldn’t lose you too.

The police gave up on him after hours ofinterrogation that went nowhere, so Yoosung was finally able to sit beside yourhospital bed.

It was scary, staringat your motionless body on the sickeningly white bed, with an IV attached toyour arm and an oxygen mask over your face. Your heartbeat monitor was stable…for now. But what if it stopped?

What if your heart stopped beating, and youleft him, like Rika did?

This wasn’t one ofthose cliché movies where the heartbeat monitor would stop and then start againafter a few sappy words from their lover. No, Yoosung knew better than that. Moviesare movies for a reason. Life is much crueler than that.

Miracles like that don’thappen.

Rika neverreturned, no matter how hard he wished that her death was a lie.

“I’m sorry, MC, I’m sorry,” he sobbed,grasping onto your hand tightly.  “Pleasedon’t leave me. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just mad, I was being childish.You know I’m a childish idiot like that. Please wake up, please.”

The doctors hadsaid you were suffering from a large amount of blood loss. They had managed tofind a blood donor in time, but for now, they would have to wait for you towake up.

It was supposed totake a day or two, but Yoosung didn’t want to leave your side in case you wokeup earlier.

He wanted to be thefirst person you saw when you woke up. He wanted to apologize immediately, andbe the one to take care of you once you were awake again. He wanted to show youhow sorry he was, and that he really did love you, and explain that hisdepression had gotten the better of him, that he wasn’t thinking straight…

He would’ve doneanything to make it up to you. He knew that his words were too hurtful—if youhad been the one to say it to him, he doubted he could take it either. He knewwhat he had done was unforgivable, but he refused to give up without trying.Even if you didn’t forgive him, Yoosung had to apologize, at the very least.

So he waited.

And waited.

And waited. Andwaited. And waited.

But you didn’t wakeup.

Weeks passed, butyou still slept there, in that very hospital bed, looking so peaceful and alive and yet… unconscious.

“WHY ISN’T SHE WAKINGUP?!” Yoosung screamed at the doctors, his anxiety overwhelming him.

One of the doctors did his best to explain. “I-I’m not sure,Mr. Kim. The blood transfusion was successful, we’re sure of that… It could verylikely be a psychological effect, though. This patient attempted suicide, didshe not? There’s likely something that she doesn’t want to face, and she’sforcing herself to stay asleep subconsciously. There isn’t solid evidence butthere’s nothing else I can think of.”

Yoosung blamed himself even more when he heard thatpossibility. It was his fault. All because he’d let his anger take over him… he’dsaid such hurtful things to you that he didn’t mean.

Would you ever wake up? Or would he never get the chance toexplain himself? Would you leave the living world without ever learning thetruth?

Would you die not knowing how much Yoosung really loved you?That he wasn’t in love with Rika? That he was depressed and struggling to tellyou?

Would he never get the chance to apologize?

He would never know, because he was later forbidden accessto your hospital room by your family, who learned that your suicide attempt washis fault. In the first place, it’s not like he was your immediate family… Hecouldn’t object or overrule their decision. Then he discovered that you didn’tstay in that room anymore—had you changed hospital rooms? Maybe you had wokenup? Or… were you… gone?

He didn’t know. But the fact was, he couldn’t see you anymore,or even know if you were alive, safe and healthy. He couldn’t grieve for youbecause he wasn’t even allowed to know if you were dead. 

It was cruel, but maybe… maybe hedeserved it.

His only hope was that maybe he’ll meet you again one day…Even if you were with someone else, even if you hated his guts, even if youcontinued to misunderstand, he’d be happy just to know that you were evenalive.

Still, that chance would never come if you had already passedaway.

But Yoosung would never know.

[thirstyfortom]

I can only say that this idea is genius, I just needed to write a little prick of a kid for this one lol! Hope you like this!^^

RFA + Saeran having MC’s young cousin as their rivals

Zen

From the moment he stepped into your family’s house and saw that little boy running to hug you, he felt the vibe

And seeing how desperate that boy is for your attention makes him put 2 and 2 together pretty fast: the kid has a crush on you

I mean, who wouldn’t, right??? So Zen just giggles inwardly, watching as the boy’s eyes gleam when you smile.

Ahhh… to be young and in love…  and… throwing a little tantrum everytime Zen tries to get close to you… and… stealing all of your attention to himself… okay, what the hell is this boy doing?

It’s just a kid, it’s just a kid, he is no match for Zen, it’s just a kid…. Okay, but this kid just grinned like a villain looking straight at him when you comforted him after Zen glared at the boy for ~unintentionally~ pulling his hair.

He’s missing your attention since you’ve been hanging out with that kid all day, but… he knows it’s just a kid having a crush, there’s no real threat here. However, this boy pulled Zen’s hair!

So he takes a chance when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. “I know what you’re doing, young man…”

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about that?” OH THIS LITTLE PIECE OF S- “Nothing, I’ll just give you some advice on how to be a gentleman, because you know… I wouldn’t accept a rival who’s not a gentleman… I get very pissed when guys aren’t gentlemen to my baby…” he’s channeling his best acting skills and his days as a gang member to sound scary, but it’s so hard not to laugh at the boy getting intimidated for real.

“Zen…? What are you doing?” “Noona! Your friend was teaching me to be a gentleman!” you eye Zen suspiciously like “what you’ve been telling him?”

“Oh, okay… well, so let’s find some cartoons for you to watch, you know, things APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN” you emphasize looking at Zen with a reprimanding glare. SHIT!

He watches as the boy grins mischievously before holding your hand. Hum… he underestimated his rival, didn’t he?

Yoosung

His heart skips a beat when he sees how much this boy seems to like you.

 In his mind, it’s a sign that one day your children with him will be very loved by a wonderful mother…

Ahh, this little boy clearly loves you by the way he keeps showering you with draws he made and smiling widely everytime you praise him and pat his head.

Your cousin is adorable, he is very cute and… wait, did he just stick his tongue out to Yoosung? Oh… he thought he was a polite kid…

 Then it clicks. Yes, Yoosung has learned how to detect people having crushes on you, and this boy… shows all the signs.

Because the signs are pretty much the same he used to show when he started falling for you LOL

Well, of course he won’t get mad at your cousin, it’s just a little boy having a crush… right?

Right! So he’ll be the big mature and cool man he is and talk to the little fella when he finds himself alone with him.

 “Oh, you’re drawing for MC again? That’s pretty! You could try to draw a puppy, MC likes puppies!” “I know everything she likes.” The boy says coldly. Ouch!

Okay, now he’s feeling defied! “Yes… MC likes cute things, and guess what? I’m the cutest.” Yoosung gets up and walks in your direction, hugging you and looking at the boy.

Being mature and cool? Yeah, he failed. But it’s on! And he’ll show this boy that nobody messes with jealous Yoosung.

Jaehee

She’s surprised when you guys get to your family’s house and there’s this little boy who’ll grab you hand and won’t let go for nothing

And it’s very cute, this little boy clearly adores you!

As for her, well… he doesn’t seem very interested in talking to her. Matter of fact, it seems like he’s ignoring her. Hum…

Well, alright… she knows she doesn’t look very… children friendly at first, but she wants to!

Especially if it is to a boy you like so much!

So she’ll try to get close to him, joining you and him when you guys are playing, but the boy still doesn’t seem interested in getting close to her.

And bless her heart, she’s doing her best! But there is no response… okay… so maybe it’s time to bring the big guns… “Do you want to see some judo movements?”

Yes, that will definitely work! All boys love this badass stuff!  Oh, but he doesn’t seem that interested, except when you smile and tell him it’s a good idea and that she’s a great teacher.

His attitude changes immediately. “Yes! I should learn if you think it’s cool, noona!”

Wait a minute…  is this boy… does he… have a crush on you? Oooooohhh

 “Wow noona, you’re really slow… you need to catch things more quickly or I’ll steal her from you.” Okay… should her crush this boy’s hopes and let him know that even if she’s slow, he still has no chance?

Jumin

He’s a little surprised when this boy shows up and immediately drives all of your attention to himself

 He doesn’t want to interfere because it’s you spending time with your family and that’s important

Though he has the feeling this boy just glared at him. Is he imagining things?

Hmmm… no, he’s not. The boy just stuck his tongue out to him. Did he do something that didn’t please this child?

So now it’s his priority to know what happened and get close to your cousin, he would hate the idea that he did something that bothered someone from your family.

But the boy isn’t very keen to respond his attempts, only showing enthusiasm with you.

Is it because he’s intimidating? But… he tends to be good with children, it’s something you told him yourself once…

“Why do you keep treating me like a kid? I’m your rival!” “Beg your pardon?”

“I’m your rival, we’re competing for MC’s love.” Ahh, so that’s what this is about… Jumin finds amusing that this kid actually thinks he knows what love is.

But he should cut the boy’s hopes off now. He’s young, he shouldn’t be hanging on a crush for someone that not only is older, but also will never correspond in the way he expects. So he talks to the boy in the most patient way, and he seems to understand.

 “But I have my eye on you, if you hurt her, we’ll have a little talk, sir.” Though he would love to know how would this talk be, Jumin keeps a straight face “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her.”

Saeyoung

He’s almost jealous that the kid immediately goes to you when you arrive. He’s great with children!

 But as he sees the boy finding his way to your lap, doing adorable things for you to laugh, he gets it…

And now it’s pretty obvious why this kid didn’t want to get close with him, since he basically stole the love of his life hahaha

And he won’t do anything, just watching this kid doing everything he can to be noticed while you seem pretty oblivious and just think he’s a cute boy

He feels like telling you just to see your reaction, but that would just ruin the fun…

“Hey kiddo, don’t you know MC loooooves cats? You should act like a cat, she’ll think it’s cute…”

That poor thing will meow for you, and you’ll laugh, of course. And your laughing makes Saeyoung laugh.

 He suggests that the kid should serenade you and almost bursts out in laugh whn the boy grabs a little guitar and starts singing.

“You’re being very cute today, but where do these ideas come from?” you ask your cousin curiously.

“Your boyfriend taught me, noona.” SHIT! He wasn’t supposed to say that! You immediately glare at him for manipulating the poor boy like that…

 You take the boy in your arms and tell him it was very cute, but now he should rest a little. Saeyoung watches as your cousin does a victory sign with his hands. Oh… it’s on!

Jihyun

He smiles widely when you’re dragged by you little cousin to play with him

It’s definitely a beautiful scene that makes him feel warm and imagine how it will be when you guys start your own family

Hopefully, your kid will be as sweet and polite as this little guy, who seems to respect you and almost adore you.

No, not almost, he really adores you… and well, that’s no surprise for him considering how adorable you are.

And this probably runs in the family genes because this kid is adorable too!

So he makes sure to be nice so the kid will be friends with him too.

“You’re a very smart young man, do you know that?” “I do.” Whoa, sharp!

“Oh… good! So tell me, what school grade are you on?” “Don’t try to be nice with me, grandpa! It won’t work!”

“I’m… sorry?” “Don’t pretend you’re all nice, I’m not dumb! Tsk… I can’t believe MC would like someone like you when… there’s me…” Wait, what? This kid… has a crush on you?

“Honestly, sometimes I don’t believe it either…  but I like her too, if that’s what you’re worried about…” he chuckles nervously, clearing his throat when you show up.

“Oh, there you are, my love!” he hugs you and kiss your cheek while looking at the kid shooting daggers with his eyes. Yep, grandpa still got it.

Saeran

He’s a little nervous to meet your family, so he follows you around you everywhere, just like this cousin boy of yours

And he can tell the kid doesn’t like his presence, that doesn’t surprise him at all, but still… the way he stares at him is uncomfortable.

He is not used to having kids around, so he’s not sure, maybe all kids are like this?

No, but there’s something different, he’d seen this look on this boy’s face before, he’s… in love with you.

Well, this is very weir, you’re older, you’re his relative and… well, you would never like a kid back, so this boy doesn’t stand a chance, that’s pretty obvious

But it still bothers him that despite knowing all that, he’s still jealous of the attention you’re giving to this child

So before talking to you about it, he decides to talk to the boy, show him that there’s nothing to fear. THERE’S NOTHING TO FEAR, OKAY?

“When did you start having a crush on her?” “A few months ago when she took me to the zoo and gave me her cotton candy because mine fell on the ground.”

“Ah yes, she’s very nice.” “Yes, and very pretty…” “Pretty? She’s gorgeous, haven’t you seen the way she smiles?”

And they keep bonding by sharing all the things they like about you, and yes…he totally gets why this boy has a crush on you. He feels bad that the kid will never have a chance.

“We should go to the zoo one of these days and bring that cousin of yours.” He comments when you guys are home.

[thirstyfortom]

Yep, another NSFW request…I’m almost there… I mean, with the smutty requests, there’s only one more after this one :p Hope you like this^^

What sounds RFA + Saeran make/want to hear (NSFW)

Zen

He’s shamelessly vocal and says whatever it’s on his mind when you guys are getting heated

It can be very romantic: “I love you princess…” “You’re so beautiful” but it can get dirty real quick “I need to taste you now.” “I want so bad to be inside you, babe.”

He also pulls that pornstar thing a lot like” Yeah… suck that cock, princess.” “Ride the shit out of me.” (though if you tease him about it later, he might not like it LOL)

 When cumming, the words are replaced by intense sighs and wild growls against your ear, along with some whispers about how hot you are and how much he loves you.

He likes to hear his name. Period.

Whether it’s through a whimper, a sigh a moan, a scream… doesn’t matter, say “Zen” and he’s losing it.

Say “Hyun” and he’s completely gone.

Also loves some dirty talking, it’s the only time he won’t nag you for not sounding too ladylike LOL

Yoosung

His mind is too cloudy to form proper words, but that doesn’t mean he’s not loud

Whimpers, moans and gasps that make you wonder if he forgot about having neighbors

Calls your name a lot, along with a “oh, that’s so good…”

When cumming, he never gets to finish what he was trying to say “Oh fuck, MC, this is so goooOoOOOOo-“ then he’ll pull you for a kiss, and yes, it’s really good.

He’s such a mess when you talk dirty

Bonus points if you talk dirty and end the phrase with his name. “Fuck me harder, Yoosung…” “Do you want me to suck that cock, Yoosung?”

Likes when you tell him exactly what you want “Harder” “Deeper” or “Right there…”, also likes when you state how much you’re liking it. “Ahhh, Yoosung, you’re doing just right…”

He loves when you’re talkative, but will love even more if you just moan or whimper loudly next to his ear.

Jaehee

Small moans and soft gasps

It’s actually cute how she bites her bottom lip to hold back her sounds

But can be a lot louder when she really lets it go. Mostly “mmmm” and “ahh…” sounds, but pretty loud.

When she’s cumming, she might let some shuddering moans along with “Oh god, MC…” or “Ahhh I love you so damn much, MC…”

She actually gets off on your face expressions more than on your sounds, but there are a few things she likes

It might be a little unusual, but she loves to hear you giggle as you smile right after she had eaten you out

Also likes the way you say her name between whimpers and mewls

Her loudest moans are usually a response to your own.

Jumin

Not very loud or vocal, most of his sounds are soft moans and sighs

And when he talks, most of it being whispers with some praising. “You are so beautiful, m love…” “You make me lose my control, do you know that?”

Hisses his breathing a lot, especially when you do something he’s not expecting it

Soft groans next to your ear as he cums

Have some manners and say “please” when you want something, okay?

Like, you can talk really dirty, but if you don’t beg a little… poor you.

Loves hearing his name coming out through shuddering sighs and whispers

 He usually likes you being soft. But if you want to moan really loud, he’ll enjoy a lot too.

Saeyoung

Crazily talkative

Likes to make a lot of questions. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Aren’t you a little perv?”

But he also praises you a lot between hard growls, also says a lot of sweet things to remind you that none of this is meaningless to him “I love you, never forget that…”

 When he’s cumming, he’ll start repeating “Oh god… Oh Jesus, MC…” breathlessly.

 He’s asking you a question, so you better answer

Loves hearing his name being said in a sweet tone, almost like you’re meowing.

It’s very black or white, he can encourage you to scream all that’s on your mind…

Or… he’ll command you to be a good quiet girl for him…

V

He’ll call your name a lot

Whether it’s moaning, whimpering, or in a warning tone when you’re teasing him too much “MC, please…”

Makes a lot of “mmmm” and “nnngh” noises

When he’s cumming, his mouth is slack open for moan that never really gets out

Likes when you tell him what to do along with a “…please, Jihyun…”

So he secretly enjoys when you beg him a little

 He likes basically every sound you would make

But the thing with him is more about reading your body language, especially your shivers.

Saeran

Okay, he has a hell of a dirty mind. He’s thinking of all the curses he knows

But… he doesn’t really say it out loud, except when he mutters some “shit…” or “fuck…”

Moans and growls as he has his face buried in your neck so you won’t really see him

 His voice gets a little pitchy when he’s cumming, and… you swear you heard him whispering “I love you” a few times…

Since he doesn’t know how to say exactly what he’s feeling and what he wants, he encourages you on doing it

L O V E S when you curse as you moan and pant heavily, it relaxes him

Sometimes, he pulls you for a deep kiss and swallow all your whimpers and mewls

And he won’t admit it, but nothing gets him off more than hearing you whispering sweetly: “I love you, Saeran…”

[theglaremage]

What’s inside their bag - Mystic Messenger

My highlights are: Everything in Seven’s bag + the fact Ray keeps a brush because he claims his hair is messy and he wears leather gloves just for aesthetic