Characters: Elsa/Anna

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Tattoos are hot, ‘nuff said.

Warnings: Tattoos, hot damn tattoos, lots of kissing, and licking, lots of shameless flirting, cunnilingus, first person

AN: Are you guys still alive? 8/ Sorry for there aren’t really any kinks in this one. I’ve been listening to a friend talk about hardcore gay sex so this was a nice change of pace for me. Also, please don’t judge my lack of creativity for titles.

(X: Yep, we’re still alive xD Just a little bit busy and settling into things. Hoping to be back soon! And thank you very much for your awesome submission :)

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Call me stereotypical if you want, but waking up to your lover - a delinquent, if you will - snuggling in your arms with your own literature textbook in one hand and her phone in the other is truly a sight to behold.



Let me paint you a picture, after a night spent together, she couldn’t even be bothered to put on clothes she left on the floor while she got up to pick up my book from the desk across my room. Lying on my forearm, she put my hand in her gold-white tresses, her head was lodged comfortably under mine facing me, so all I could see were the tattoos covering her skin. Her toned muscles flexing and relaxing with every unfamiliar word she encountered and muttering profanities as she looked them up on her phone.

“Since when did you take an interest in literature?” I asked groggily.

I could feel her eyelashes fluttering against my neck as her eyes widened and her breath hitched. And the heat emitting from her face as she snuggled closer. “They said poetry is romantic.” She whispered with an adorable pout she probably wasn’t conscious she was doing. “This is difficult.”

How was she single before I got to her?

Sorry I digressed. But recently becoming the lover of the leader of the biggest gang in town, when I was asked if I was ready for the things to come, I expected lots of danger and fearing for my life. I did not expect the leader of the gang, a female could easily beat down three men at a go, tattoos dusting her skin like freckles (oh right, she has them too - note to self to check for more), feared and respected by her men, to be a small spoon and a closet romantic.

“Who has what?” Her hair tickled my chin as she looked up at me from her curled up position.

“Freckles,” I replied easily as I ran my hand down her silky smooth hair. “You’ve got lots of them. Why do you cover them with all those ink? They’re so pretty. Not that your tattoos aren’t pretty, but these white little dots all over your shoulder!.” She fidgeted uncomfortably but remained in my hold and grumbled at the word ‘ink’ as I walked up her right arm with fingers of my free hand and lightly poked whatever surviving freckles I could find under the bright sunshine. “Also, they don’t look like gang tattoos, I’ve never seen Hans with any except the skull on his ankle- you don’t even have some sorta theme, now that I think about it.”

“Because they - stop that, it tickles - make me happy.” Oh, her laugh was like music to the ears. Not just mine, of course.

I lifted my head slightly to watch the one they call ‘Boss’ squirm in my arms. “Tickles, eh?” I couldn’t resist the smug smile drawing itself across my face. I pulled my hand out from under her neck and placed it on the other side of her head. It then occurred to me, being on top of her, that that was the probably the best view one could have of her. I lifted my knee across hers and the book and phone forgotten, she looked up at me. The white dots showering just above her surprisingly pale cheeks - right under her eyes - became visible and seemed to suddenly shine under the sun rays.

“They say areas that tickle are also one’s erogenous zones… Did they hurt? How did they make you happy?” I rained questions on her as I tucked her bangs behind her ear.

She pulled herself back a little and sat up to kiss me on the cheek. The blanket fell a little revealing her soft breasts and abs. I bit my lips to suppress my libido. Unsure if she was listening so I repeated, “When you got them. The tattoos. Did they hurt? What do they help you remember? You mean their meanings? Can you… can you talk about it?”

Elsa crossed her legs and listened patiently as I rambled on about it being alright for her to remain in her comfort zone and remained silent for a short while. When she tilted her head slightly and the bright lights from outside revealed the light-coloured freckles on her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed lazily and the smile on her face looked so content.

Then her eyes fell to a tattoo on her the back of her thigh. There were two roses of different colours. One was a pale peach, kind of like very light beige, and the other was dark crimson.

“I don’t know whether they’re erogenous but I know different parts of my body hurt to varying degrees while I was getting inked.”

The look in her eyes suddenly seemed to distant and it felt like once again I was dealing with an entirely different person. I wasn’t talking to Elsa Arendelle anymore, but I was talking to the leader of the Winter Guardians. The seemingly tired and forced smile on her face irritated me to no end. She was shutting me out again.

Granted we only knew each other for no more than three months, I knew everything I needed to know about the Winter Guardian’s leader, Elsa. I knew every single member of her gang, I knew how she ran it, I knew the hierarchy, I knew who was likely to betray Elsa, I knew who was her best friend, I knew her tactics and morals, and how to lead the teams. But I hardly knew anything about Elsa Arendelle. Why did she think this way, how did Elsa Arendelle come to be, who was Elsa Arendelle, who were the Arendelles, where was she or they from? What does she like, what does she dislike? What ground her gears, what makes her laugh, what makes her cry?

In these three months, all I learned about this girl was her tendency to shut down emotionally and to be able to tell when. Like right now.

Patience was key, I learned in these three months. And patience was starting to become testing.

“Yeah,” she finally said. “Yeah, sure. It’s nothing too personal anyway.” I pouted at her when she still seemed reluctant to open up but she responded by chuckling and giving me a peck on the cheek. “One step at a time, Anna?”

And suddenly, an idea engineered this lightbulb to blink brightly in my head, causing my lips to twitch. I lowered myself to give her another gentle kiss and it lit the flame in me. Oh gods, it felt so cliche to say that, but the warmth was so real. She probably brushed her teeth because her lips tasted like Darlie - oh which meant she crawled back into my arms after brushing her teeth - adorkable. I grinned to myself and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her again so I did, repeatedly, coming from all angles. Her lips parted for more, but she wasn’t fast enough as I pulled back.

While she was trying to get more kisses out of me, I ignored the rustling of the blankets and pulled her down so I was above her without ever stopping my showering of love all over her face so she would be too busy to notice. She let out a meep, not expecting the tug on her left ankle.

“Sure, sure.” I willingly agreed between each peck. “One step at a time…”

When her hands were wrapped around the back of my neck, she growled at the realisation that I was above her and by then and that I was sitting just on her hips and a faint pink shade coloured her cheeks and she turned away.

I gave her another peck - her shyness was priceless - and said with a lazy smirk, “but the longer you take, the harder it might get, alright, sweetheart?” And pressed my lips against her heated, cheeks. When I pulled back, it was like her blushing intensified and I had to resist the urge to kiss her again until she agreed or she was going to implode.

Understanding, she covered her eyes with the back of her hand and whispered, “O…okay.”

I couldn’t help but smile and lean down to give her another kiss. I started from the hand covering her head - cold - down the bridge of her nose, around her lips, and down her neck. “Come on, let’s start with that huge one on your back.”

Nibbling on her ears, she finally started, stuttering, “I always wanted tattoos because they were pretty and whenever I raised the topic with Hans, he would reject the idea claiming why I wanted one was too depressing, so he made me told me to get them to remember happy things. Crazy as it sounds, the one on my back was extremely impulsive.”

I hummed questioningly in reply to show I was listening.

“The one on my hi-”

I stopped and she let out a whine before covering her mouth. Our eyes met and I gave her a glare. “Don’t stop there, tell me how or why.”

The hand over her mouth pushed me down below her neck, bringing her next tattoo in sight. “I… I just saw it on google one day and liked it, but I thought having a pair of wings was too much. Hans followed me and he said it suited me, joked abou-” She choked her own breath when I sucked on a pulse point and after a loud gasp, she brought her other hand to her mouth. When her teeth finally let go of her knuckles, I was kissing down her shoulder. “He laughed when I decided to just get one and my lover could get the other.” She said between her pants.

She’s such a romantic, I chuckled inwardly when she hid her eyes again.

“W-w-but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand you’ve got a whole career ahead of you.” Such a sweetheart.

Nodding, gently, I took the left hand off my head with my right and kissed her arm, tracing my lips down, kissing every tiny beige spot on her pale white skin. With my other hand, I reached for her breast and softly drew circles around the already hard nub, barely even touching it, feeling all her hair stand thanks to the cold air.

“What about this card on your palm?” I asked as I reached her knuckles I gave each a small peck and flipped it around to nip on the edges of the tattoo. With each corner I licked and sucked, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. And when I looked up to watch her squirm beneath me, I could feel myself getting more and more wet and had to hold back the urge to rub my thighs together.

When I arrived at the third corner, she let out a loud gasp and arched her back abruptly, I smiled confidently thinking, finally. “I knew they were erogenous…”

She didn’t reply but watching her fidgeting shyly yearning for more, whispering my name - if not parts of it - she was so darn precious my heart skipped a beat. In my left hand, was the breast of the town’s feared leader of the Winter Guardians, gasping my name, pleading for more I might add.

“That- please don’t laugh.” She spluttered and I could only laugh as I moved on - how polite of her.“The ace of spades, it- it reminds me of how people always say gambling is all about- all about luck.”

Wait, what?

“It’s not?” I paused my trailing of her freckles back up to her shoulder. Her right hand went from strangling the blankets to pulling my neck down - which I easily resisted - and softly whimpered.

“It’s just math. I’ve never lost a- a game before. Anna…” she whined. Her now free hand tangled in my hair, grasping like her life depended on it, her palm nudging me downwards. “I always did well in math.” She let out another high pitched sound and I couldn’t help but smile against her neck.

My head sat perfectly in between the crook of her neck, I watched as beads of perspiration formed and glistened on her chest, the soft scent unique to her and only her, calmed my heart. “Oh god, you’re such a nerd…” I said letting out a comfortable sigh. I could fall asleep in that position, it was perfect, but I had a duty to fulfill.

She giggled and retorted, “you’re the nerd,” prompting a light smack on her shoulder which only made her laugh louder.

I asked her to continue, nibbling onto her neck. Her legs twitched beneath me, underneath the blanket, which I pulled away revealing the rest of her glory.

“The- the one on the collar…” she sighed when I kissed down the refined clavicle, sucking softly onto the thin blue-white lines. It was a snowflake with with small diamonds on the longer tips sitting between two spikes which alternated with short, smaller ones. When I reached its core, I gnawed at it until it left a bruising red mark and blew at it, ignoring the hiss. Her hands tangled even further in my hair, tugging harder on a bundle of it.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

“It hurt a little, but okay.” Was the reply, her breathing got heavier and I revelled in watching her chest rise and fall. “I like winter, you see. Snowflakes… snowmen… Did you know all snowflakes are different?”

“I didn’t,” I said. But with my mark on it, the one on her collarbone was definitely much more unique than any other. I gently peck the throbbing red mark to the center of her collarbones and kissed my way down her cleavage.

“I got this particular one because it was the prettiest amongst the few I managed to catch and zoom in on before they melted.” At this point, I was already at her stomach, kissing it all, licking the sweat droplets over her without touching her belly button. Her skin was surprisingly smooth and scarless for someone who was perpetually in a fight. Her abs rippled as she wriggled that deliciously toned body of hers from left to right. I licked my lips at the sight. I bit my lips, she needed to stop being so hot.

No, I shook my head and opted for “You’re so adorable.” Watching her cheeks heat up was much better than a compliment she was used to receiving from her subordinates. “I can totally imagine you running around in snow catching tiny snowflakes.”

While she covered her face to hide her embarrassment, the heat that spread further to the rest of her body did not help at all, she muttered something like, “I used to do that when I was a kid.”

I let out an ‘awwwwww’ which she quickly put a halt to by covering my mouth. “Don’t!” She almost yelled, her face reddest I had seen since I woke up.

Her warm hand over my lips, I smirked against it and stuck out my tongue. Before she could withdraw it, I was holding onto it and licking onto her right hand this time. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t resist the thought. I wish I could see how you looked when you were younger… you were probably the cutest little girl in town.”

She turned away when she rested against the pillow again and pouted, “stop calling me cute.”

“But you are.” I cupped her cheeks and pulled her up slightly. “You’re the cutest human being to ever exist and I love you very much.” I said, pressing kisses against her flushed face. “I know you love being called cute, so don’t deny it.”

Suddenly, the tables were turned and I was underneath with my hands held tightly by her. Elsa leaned in and rested her entire weight over me. Her platinum blonde hair pushed neatly to her left, her face was so red it was like her freckles were glowing. Her blue eyes looked so bright under the shadows.

It was only then I realised how hot hot her entire body was - she was probably dying from embarrassment. So cute, really. “I am the leader of the Winter Guardians, I can’t be cute.” She whispered against the crook of my neck.

I burst out laughing. “But you can be my cute Elsa Arendelle.”

Her hands dug its way under my back, pulling herself into an embrace. She groaned against my neck, rubbing her burning nose against it. But I could feel her smile, so I knew she wasn’t objecting. “Fine,” was the final answer.

“I’m going to continue, Elsa. Do you want to move?”

“Okay, but I’m comfortable like this.” She whispered. Her breath hot against my neck, I could feel my skin tingling and anticipation ran down my spine. I pulled her knees forward but allowed her to remain resting against me. “I got the queen chess piece on my hip because I liked playing chess and papa always teased me for being overly dependent that piece. I liked the queen.” She retorted as she sat up with a scowl on her face.

She plays chess. “We have to play together some day then.” I said.

With a grunt, I overthrew her and was above her again. “Her Majesty has fallen!” I yelled, throwing my fists in the air.

She slapped my thigh and darted her eyes away, her lips pursed and cheeks puffing up again.

“Well you cheated one tattoo, I wasn’t going down on you while you were sharing.”

“We- but! You- Never mind.” Was the attempted reply before she gave up and pulled me down for the first time our lips met in forever. Hands ran down my back and before it got too low, I stopped her, wagging my finger before her.

“I love you,” she said lazily.

I squealed internally. “I love you too. Now let’s start with the dragon on your right calf. No, your pout is not going to work on me this time.”

She pulled her legs to her chest when I grabbed hold of her feet and squirmed almost violently when I showered kisses up the bones. “Eh-hey, stop! No!” She said between her fits of giggles but I didn’t listen, heart soaring to the sound of her laughs to care. Her hands held tightly onto my shoulder, unsure to push or pull me, did nothing.

When my lips reached her inner calf, she slowly caught her breath but only to start panting again, “My calf… the dragon. I just thought it was cool. You know how you’ve seen a lot on the tellie, where lots of bosses have a dragon tattoo or huge scar. I thought I needed that and so I got it. Hans laughed when he saw- it!”

“I think it’s nice.” I said easily, nipping onto the tail of the dragon, slowly moving around to its green scaled body. It had two sharp horns and wings that weren’t spread out and breathed fire.

“He said-” She inhaled a sharp breath and let out a sigh when I moved up to the back of her knee, “He said it didn’t suit me.”

“Well I think it’s badass.” I said, gently pecking her knee, purposely showering kisses on the recovering scar there. She shivered and twitched multiple times but showed great effort in resisting any kicks. “Badass leader of Winter Guardian, my hot yet adorbz girlfriend.”

She didn’t reply as I made my way to her last tattoo. The two roses on her thigh with green thorns behind and surrounding it. And all of a sudden, she started giggling.

“What?”

“Th-The last one,” she somehow managed between her pants and laughs. “It was my second tatt- mm, funny story.”

“Do share.” I said, lapping at each petal.

“N-nah, lat-er!” She panted.

I rolled my eyes, and silently agreed.

“Anna, Anna… f-fing-”

“No, I’m going to lick every inch of you by the end of today.”

“Was that your-ngh, go-al? Anna!”

I nodded as I continued kissing up to her core. I teased her wet entrance, clenching tightly, sliding over to the stiff nub. Her back arched and she whimpered my name over and over. I groaned inwardly at how I could never keep pictures of this. “You’re close anyway, aren’t you?”

Unable to speak at this point, she nodded helplessly, not rejecting me at all.

“Shy?”

She hid her face behind both her hands and nodded again meekly. So precious. Her eyes shut tightly, and her hold on my shoulder tightened further. It was understandable, having someone’s mouth on your lower lips was extremely intimate. It was only our second time together and obviously a romantic, Elsa probably had little or none of such experience.

I rubbed soothing circles on her taut abs as I pressed my tongue against her core once, running it across the slit.

“Anna…”

Stroke after stroke, her whimpers quickly became short gasps, unable to even say a word anymore until I slipped inside her and she couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a muffled scream against one of her hand.

I lapped up everything, eyes watching closely as she came undone before my eyes, marveling her body. The tiny droplets of perspiration over her skin shook as she twitched every time we made even the slightest contact anywhere between her legs, the almost faded scars that I never noticed earlier were suddenly visible all over her arched body. She was like a fallen angel - scarred, yet so beautiful.

She was my angel.

When she finally caught her breath, I rested on my side of the bed and watched her blushes slowly fade and asked, “so..?”

She pulled me into a tight embrace. Although no longer flushed anymore, her warmth remained. I wrapped my hands around her sweaty back, stroking the area where I knew the wing was, her heart hammering against my chest.

“So after the first tattoo, I don’t know if you’ve heard of this before- it- it sort of becomes addictive. You sort of crave? Want? Urge to get more?” She said. She raised a hand to hide her laughing face which I pulled away. “So after another victory, high on adrenaline, I stormed into a parlor and asked for one of a rose simply because that particular park had it.”

“Wow…”

“Impulsive? I know.”

“Do you not dare say you enjoyed it?”

“Anna!”

“What! I was exploring the theory after all!”

The blonde grumbled and threw the blankets, hiding herself by returning to my textbook.

I laid myself on her shoulder and pinched her blushing cheeks, “You’re so adorable!”

“You just really love teasing me.” She turned to pout at me, her face beet red - more like pink, really, considering her pale white skin - from all the blushing.

I kissed her hard against the lips, which she easily smiled into, “that, I do.”