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tachibubu · 2 years

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Hello again!

Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)

∆ WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).

NOTE ; I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)

Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.

He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.

His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."

"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.

You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.

He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."

"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."

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Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.

Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.

He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.

"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.

He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.

His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."

"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."

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Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.

He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.

"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.

He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"

Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before —"

The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.

However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.

When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.

"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."

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vintagexherry · 9 months

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Child's Play [3]

Part 2 here

YandereBully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Bullying, Degradation, Public, Panty Stealing(?), Humiliation,Miguel being rich and a playboy, Miguel isn't as grumpy as we know he kinda ooc here

Steven Grant from Moon Knight makes a Cameo :)

Previously

"Thank you for the drink, goodbye Miguel" You stood up without waiting for his answer who only clenched his fist as if forcing himself to stop grabbing your wrist to pull you back to sit down.

You got a taxi and head straight to your dorm and Miguel was left seething.

It was the next day and you were at the library.

"You look like a slut in that skirt Y/N"

You know that voice, of course it's Miguel O'Hara.

"Miguel, not right now please" you said as you tried grabbing a book you needed for your research, you tried searching for PDF's online but none was helpful.

As you grabbed the book a larger hand took it out of yours.

"Wha- Hey Miguel give it back!" You harshly whispered.

"Oh perfect, just what I needed" Miguel said as he look into the book's contents.

"There's ton of books available Miguel just please give me that." You tried taking it out of his grasp but he was quicker to move out of your way.

Miguel only side glanced at you and smirked

"This book? You want? then get it, come on who's a good doggie" Miguel mockingly changed his tone as if praising a prized puppy and you winced from disgust from it.

"Come on Miguel I don't have time for this" You said as you tried jumping up and down to since he moved it above your head and out of your reach.

"There's a good puppy come one almost there." Miguel chuckled as you gave up jumping.

"Giving up already? I thought a slut like you should know better than that" Miguel raised an eyebrow at you. You know his enjoying this, You remember a similar scenario during high school but the time you gave up was the time you almost failed the subject due to not having a detailed work.

And knowing Miguel he would have ways to get you moving.

"Fine... What do you want"

Miguel smirk brightens even further and you hate what he has in store for you.

"Simple things really, All I need is your phone number and panties"

You froze

Usually he would ask for your lunch money (Even though he has more money than you could count) or force you to eat with him at the cafeteria but this? This is too far.

"Miguel I-"

"Phone number and panties or.....No book, no research and no grades for little Miss Y/N"

You hate him

so much

You hate him you hate him youhatehimyouhatehim

"Come on Y/N, you either do it yourself or I will" Miguel started swaying the book in front of your face with impatience on his face.

"Ok...ok...Just let me go to the bathro-"

"No do it here."

You froze again

"W...what, Miguel I ca-"

Miguel didn't say anything but wave the book again at your face

You either give him your number and panties or get a chance to lose tons of grades that you work hard for, even getting into this school free through a scholarship.

Miguel watch as you breath in and out.

Finally you swallowed your pride and dignity. Thankful that there was only a few people in the library.

You move your hands up to under your skirt without hiking it too upward. Meanwhile, Miguel watched with glee as you finally slid out of your panties and handed them to him with shaking hands.

Miguel quickly pocketed your panties and still looked at you with expectancy. "Well? Your phone number?" he demanded.

You inhale as you take out your phone told him your number which he happily accepted.

With that he dropped the book to the floor with a thud and watched as you tried to gather it while pulling your skirt down. With that Miguel walked away chuckling and you hurried back to your dorm, changed your clothes, and as you go to your bed you cried into your pillows until you fell asleep.

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You woke up with a groggily hearing your phone ding.

You hesitated to pick up and check the message thinking it was Miguel who texted you.

But it wasn't

Instend you get a text from a luxury clothing online store saying your delivery has arrived.

Delivery? You don't remember ordering anything much less from a brand that costs more than what you could pay.

You decided to check anyway, thinking they got the wrong address, You checked the peephole but didn't see anyone, as you opened the door your greeted with a black box with vintage design and wrapped with a red ribbon.

As you grabbed it for closer look a folded letter seemed to be attached to it.

You decided to take it inside hoping the letter has something useful in hopes you could give the box to the rightful owner, You sat down on your couch and unfolded the paper.

"Dear Y/N,

Hope this box finds you well and hope the contents can replace your panties.

-Miguel O'Hara"

Ohno oh no no no no.

All he got is your number and now he has your address?

Knowing who sent it, you dreaded to open the box especially him mentioning your panties.

You relented from your fear and unwrapped the ribbon from the box

Lo and behold your eyes were greeted with a full set lingerine, complete with lacey stocking and a corset.

What ticked you off more that it's the same color as the panties you gave him.

You stared at it with disgust for good whole six minutes, taking note of the straps,lacey details and expensive looking embroidery.

But you for sure as hell ain't keeping this. So as fast as you can you put back the letter in the box, closed the box messily not caring for the contents anymore and threw it straight in the garbage can.

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"Judging from your face, I'd say you enjoy my gift last night?" Miguel smirked as he sat beside you in class, resting his cheek on his fist.

You ignored his question and opted on focusing on your finishing your notes.

"What? still grumpy? I already gave you the book you needed, don't act so ungrateful. " He clicked his tougue at your attitude, but nonetheless, you still ignored him and his overall presence.

Miguel was about to tell you off again till another girl sat down next to him.

"Hey Miguel! Was wonderin if ya did the homework last night?" You looked over and see that she's the president of the a club you forgot the name, you admit she's pretty and has the brains but not much for attitude since you heard about her beating up someone who she thought was talking shit about her.

Miguel started conversing with her with a suggestive tone, knowing him since high school he has a reputation for what he does in bed, and with that you would rather mind your own business and you thanked for the teacher for coming in.

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Lunch time came around you can't help but go directly to the cafeteria, as you arrive you can smell freshly cooked omellete with cheese, another side it showed thst you could either get a slice of Lasagna or freshly baked croissants, at another side you see a place where you could make your own coffee or get a cup orange juice, and you opted for the coffee since you swear could use it right now with the amount of work you decide to do while your in the cafeteria.

You opened your notebook and wrote some stuff while taking occasional bites of your food and sips from your coffee.

As you place down you coffee back down the table but, you unexpectedly got burned since it suddenly got knock off the table by someone and hot coffee landed on your lap.

"SHI-!" You stood up as fast as you can to wipe off the burning substance of you, you heard laughing beside you and it was none other than Miguel with his hand on the waist of the girl he talked with during class.

"Oops my hand slipped" Miguel and the girl laughed at your state, gathering attention from other people in the cafeteria, some laughed some whispered to each other.

You look down at notes thankful they didn't get affected.

You were fixing your things, your appetite gone in a flash, you didn't want to shout at them since you already gathered enough attention.

As you put your last notebook in, somebody else approached you.

"Y/N! Are you ok?" A man you see time to time to the classes you go took his jacket and wrap it around you.

"St-Steven?" You were surprised, Steven Grant is a shy person and would rather stay out of crowded attention.

"Oh! you remember!" Steven beamed at you and you can't help but feel at ease, meanwhile Miguel raises an eyebrow at what's his witnessing while the girl started to pester him if they can go somewhere else already stating she's bored.

But your attention still stays with Steven who helps you carry your things even if you said it was alright. You can't help but admit even though he's shy, he does have looks and adding to his gentleman acts you swear your face started burning.

"No no no it's alright really, it's almost time and it's the least I could do."

You and Steven quickly leave the cafeteria leaving Miguel and his girl to go on their way but Miguel watches as you listen to him intently something about Egyptian gods.

And as you go further and futher away from him not even sparing him a glance or a glare or anything, he swears he feels his eye twitch at what he just witnessed.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #tw yancore #tw yandere #tw bullying #steven grant #cameo

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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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hiii, can i be called 🧸 anon?

i'm new to your page and really liked some of your works! especially the "when your sister is the favoured child" one! i hope it's not too much to ask, i don't think I saw a rule against it in your rq rules, but could you make a part to for it with kaeya, dainsleif, and baizhu, if it's not too much of a bother?

i completely understand if you can't and i would say more about it but this request is already getting way to long, heh.

have a good day/night/evening !

Definitely! Gonna do my best with it as always!

Characters Included: Kaeya; Dainsleif; Baizhu

Content: gender neutral reader; reader has a sister; jealousy themes; slight cursing; estranged relationship with family; metions of cheating; mentions of assault

Word count: 4k words

Thanks for your request, 🧸- anon! Hope you enjoy<3

Kaeya

Having a relationship was never really a top priority for Kaeya or on his "To-do-list" at all.

It was more or less coincedence that he stumbled upon you, continued to have conversations that evolved into dates, which, in the end, led to the two of you to start dating.

He expected it, but it was a welcome turn of events for him. Kaeya never knew how much he actually enjoyed the domestic side of a relationship. He loved coming home to you after his work was done, he adored how you spoiled him with your cooking if you were home earlier than him.

Everything about your relationship just seemed so natural and right to him, like something he would never want to miss out on again. And he was sure that he would never get something as special as this with any other person.

You were the only one for him. At least, in his eyes. But even having said all that, it‘s still hard for him to open up about his past and what he has experienced in the past. It‘s not that he doesn‘t trust you or that he doesn‘t want to open up… he just feels like it‘s never the right time or he just doesn‘t know how to talk about it, since the one time he did do it didn‘t end too well for him.

You have a general idea though, as he told you very basic stuff that he feels comfortable with. But even then, you never pressure him to open up to you, and he can‘t even begin to tell you how much he appreciates you for that. It‘s hard for him, so he needs some time to figure himself out before he can openly talk to you about everything.

Likewise, he would never pressure you to talk or open up about a topic that you don‘t feel comfortable sharing with him yet. After all, that would be quite hypocritical of him if he were to do that..

Like you, he has a general idea though, about the stuff that weighs on you. You told him little pieces about your past, mostly that your childhood wasn‘t the best which was the reason why you weren‘t having much contact with your family, especially your older sister. And he‘s fine with that. Kaeya is sure that you had your reasons for that decision, after all, he can imagine that it wasn‘t one lightly made.

Which is why it surprises him all the more when one evening, you ask him if he wanted to meet your family.

Apparently, your mom caught wind about you dating the cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius and now, she wanted to officially meet him, have him meet your family to introduce everyone.

Kaeya is honestly pretty indifferent about this. „As long as you want to. I don‘t mind whatever you want to do. It‘s your family after all.“

After thinking about it for a few days, you decide that you want to give them a chance, giving them the opportunity to meet your boyfriend and maybe, if all goes well, let them more into your life again.

So, after some back and forth, it was decided to meet over lunch at your parent‘s home. As the meeting came closer each passing day, you grew more and more nervous, while Kaeya remained calm as always. He really didn‘t have too many doubts, knowing that you loved each other, and that was all that mattered. No matter what opinion your parents might have of him, it won‘t change that fact, so what could they possibly do?

And now, the day was finally here, and you were nervous. Your mind was filled with doubt, thinking that maybe you made the wrong decision. Kaeya tried his best to reassure you, even telling you that neither of you had to go if you didn‘t feel comfortable, but you still wanted to see it through. „If things get too out of hand, we‘ll just leave, okay?“, you said to him, offering a way out to which he obviously agreed.

Actually meeting your parents wasn‘t all that bad to be honest. The first hour or so was going by really good, you were all having a good time and Kaeya seemed to be getting along well with your mother and father.

That was, until the front door opened again and in came your older sister. Kaeya immediately noticed how the energy in the room shifted, but decided not to comment on it.

He planned on standing up up going over to introduce himself to her, but immediately thought differently as soon as she opened her mouth. Upon seeing you, she instantly started to boss you around, giving you tasks to do even though you and him were the guests here. It almost seemed like she was treating you like her personal slave.

„What are you waiting for, get to it already, you slowpoke!“, she started to insult as you didn‘t move to do as she said, which seemed to irritate her.

„Darling, please? Can‘t you help your sister out a bit since you‘re already here?“, your mom then chimed in. Kaeya was speechless as he witnessed this. He was about to say something, but then he felt your hand on top of his and as he looked at you, you softly shook your head at him.

Then you got up and did what your sister demanded asked of you, which irritated your boyfriend even more. But per your request, he kept his mouth shut, but did keep a close eye on you.

He watched as for the like next ten minutes, your sister continued to berate you, insulted you even, while your parents didn‘t seem to care about that at all. In fact, they cheered her on from time to time, especially when they were comparing the both of you and how much better your sister was apparently doing, unlike you.

„Honestly, I don‘t know why this guy is even dating you. Look at you, you have nothing to offer to him! I bet he‘s just with you out of pity. Maybe he lost a bet and has to do this now, but he can‘t be dating you of his own free will. That‘s ridiculous!“, you sister laughed as she berated you again, your parents laughing right along with her.

And Kaeya has heard enough at this point. He clearly saw how hard you were gripping onto the nearest surface, knowing you had to be holding back tears at this point. All eyes were turning to him as he suddenly stood up from the table, looking over each of them slowly.

„I won‘t stand for this disrespect of my partner any longer. Up until know, I was wondering why (Name) didn‘t have much contact with their family, but I‘m starting to understand now. This is your own child you are treating so horribly. I honestly can‘t believe you‘re able to treat them that way.“

He walked over to you and gently took your hand as he led you towards the front door.

„We‘ll be taking our leave now. Thank you for the invitation, but I can promise you, you‘ll never hear from either of us ever again.“

And with that, he walked out the door with you, no protest to be heard from any of them. The walk back to your shared home was quiet as you were trying to hold back, to not break down in public still while Kaeya focused to get you both back as quickly as possible.

As soon as you were in the comfort of your own home, your dam broke down, tears started to flow uncontrollably. Kaeya held you through it all, gently stroking your hair and back, whispering sweet words into your ear.

One time, when you were calm enough to form some sentences, you just looked at him with a blank expression as you said „Thank you.“

He just smiled at you and kissed your forehead, continuing to hold you. You might not have the best relationship with your blood related family, but he would make damn sure that you would never miss anything from this point forward…

Dainsleif

Managing a relationship with Dainsleif is definitely easier said than done. Most of the time, he is gone, travelling all over Teyvat without telling you what he was actually looking for.

It‘s not easy but the two of you somehow manage to pull it off. Neither of you is exactly aware how this works, but you‘re both glad that it does. Maybe, you sometimes like to think, maybe there is no big reason or solution to anything at all. Maybe, just loving each other was enough for it to somehow work out.

Because, dating Dainsleif and just being with him feels… just right to you. Like it was always meant to be that way. Like to pieces of a puzzle that only work with each other, no second thoughts about it.

Ironically, he felt the exact same way about this relationship. For far too long had he wandered the lands of Teyvat all by himself. Though he longed for companionship, he never, not in his wildest dreams, had thought it possible to find a lover for himself. But after meeting you, it felt like there was finally meaning to his life again.

He wouldn‘t go so far as to claim that he „only waited for you his entire life“, those were lies told in fairytales to little kids. But loving you just came natural to him and just felt right. And he could only hope that, starting with you, his life would finally take a turn for the better again.

Dainsleif has actually come clear to you about everything about him pretty early on in the relationship. He didn‘t dump everything on you right at the beginning, but he also didn‘t want to wait too long with it, fearing that your feelings for him would take a turn for the bad were he to withhold this from you. You were bound to find out sooner or later, and he wanted to be the one to tell you everything, on his own terms.

Surprisingly to him, you took it quite well. He was not expecting that, but was pleasantly surprised with that outcome. Another thing that he didn‘t expect was for you to open up to him as well. Up until this one evening, you‘ve never really talked about your past or your childhood, but now you were. And what he heard made his heart break for you.

You told him about how, growing up, your baby sister was always favoured by your parents.

It would start out small. When your parents denied you a toy you wanted only to spend that money on your sister instead. How every time time your sister broke something, it got blamed on you and you had to take the punishment for it. How you were burdened with all the household chores while your sister was lazying around the entire day, doing nothing.

It would grow into your parents and other family forgetting about your birthday. They never bothered to congratulate you, much less buy you a gift on your special day. Meanwhile, your sister got showered in presents every year, large parties with all her friends were thrown in her name.

All of that led to your own sister starting to bully you. Your parents never believed you when you told them about it. After all, their dear angel could never do something like that. She was too innocent for something so lowly like that.

Which only enabled her to do even worse things to you. Even after she switched to physically attacking you, your parents still defended her, so the bullying never stopped. It got worse and worse the older you both got, yet your parents always took her side even if they were directly witnessing the abuse. But what else could they do? They praised your sister into the sky to every person they met, she was the pride of your parents, so they simply turned a blind eye to her missbehaviour.

The final straw was when you caught her in bed with your then boyfriend. She seduced him, getting him to cheat on you since she couldn‘t stand the thought of you having a relationship when she didn‘t have one. You were heartbroken when you found out, crying and telling your parents about it, hoping they would finally come to realize how much of a monster your sister truly was.

Yet, they took her side again, defending her actions. Telling you that the boy was a much better fit for her than he would ever be for you, completely disregarding your own feelings.

That was the point where you decided you wanted nothing to do with any of them anymore. As soon as you were able to do so, you left your home and never looked back. You cut all contact with them, moved to a different nation altogheter to minimize the risk of running into them.

Dainsleif sat there and listened to your story, just as you had done for him moments prior. He could tell that you had a hard time talking about it, so he did his best to make you feel safe with him, gently holding your hand, reassuring you that he was here with you. It did comfort you greatly and appreciate his silent support.

Then, sometime later, he had returned from one of his travels again. He noticed immediately that something was wrong with you, yet you refused to talk to him about it. It took him some time and gently reassurance, but he eventually got it out of you.

Apparently, while he was gone, you had recieved a letter from your parents. You had no idea how they had found you, but you were scared. You cut contact with them for a reason, you didn‘t want anything to do with them. The whole reason of you moving to a different nation was so that they would never be able to find you again. But they somehow did find you…and it scared you to no end.

Dainsleif wasn‘t sure how to best go about this situation. When asked, you told him that you didn‘t want to leave behind this life you build for yourself, yet you also never intended to ever meet with your family again.

For now, the letter was simply to be ignored, hoping that no further ones were to arrive ever again. But if they did, he promised you to pay a visit to your family… a nice little „talk“ never hurt anyone, right?

But for now, your comfort was his first priority. So, he went out and got you your favourite food. While eating, he made sure to say glued to your side, always making physical contact with you in some way, shape or form to remind you that he was here with you and that you didn‘t have to deal with that all on your own. Wether that be holding your hand, placing an arm around your waist, brushing your cheek, stroking your back, you name it. He is willing to do everything in his power to make you feel better.

Afterwards, he picks you up and carries you into the bedroom, where he cuddles you the entire night. Wether you fall asleep in his arms or stay awake the night with him, he keeps whispering sweet words into your ear, telling you how much he loves you, that you are the only one for him, that he‘ll never leave you, no matter what. Everything that comes to his mind, he just says it, hoping that it brings you comfort while being held close to his chest.

Dainleif is absolutely whipped for you. Your comfort and well-being is and will always be his number one priority. Everything he has to do, he will do without a second of hesitation. No matter what you ask of him, he will fulfill your every wish just to make you happy…

Baizhu

Baizhu is a very caring person in a relationship. Even though he has to be away from time to time due to unpredictable work hours, he always tries to make up for it to you right away.

He tries to spoil you the best he can, every single chance he gets. He cares for you, always asks about your day, tries to spend as much time with you as possible, just overall very attached to you.

And it‘s the same for you, honestly. You love to look after and care for him, especially when he puts himself on the line for his patients again. You, along with Chansheng, always tell him to be more careful and look out for himself. You‘ve often scolded him, yet he always does it again. You get him, but still, you wished he would look out for his own health a bit more.

For Baizhu, loving you came easy to him. It wasn‘t some big thing that felt like a responsibility, like a chore he had to complete. It was just natural to care and look after you, like you had always been there by his side, always with him throughout his entire life. He already noticed this as he was only getting to know you, but didn‘t talk about it to you since he thought it to be weird this early on.

Yet for you, it was much the same. Like you had known him your entire life but only know did you realize that you were missing each other.

Though it wasn‘t always easy. As Baizhu soon learned, you had some issues from past events, mostly related to your childhood, but some also happening more recently.

Even though it felt so natural between the two of you, it still took some time for you to completely trust and open up to him about certain things from your past. Now that you looked back at it, you felt silly for worrying about his reaction, but back then, it was a valid fear of yours. After all, many people would leave someone over less, not many are willing to deal with a partner who‘s gone through than much shit in life already.

And yet, he never judged you for it, always offered you his support and reassurance. When you first opened up about your assault, it was very difficult for you. Despite your family, he was the only other person you have ever told about this. It was hard talking about it, but his gentle smile and the carresses of his hand on your back gave you the comfort you needed to continue talking.

When asked about your family, you told him that you pretty much had no contact with them anymore, except for an occaissonal letter every other month or so. But you were fine with that. And as long as you were okay with that, that‘s all he could ask for. He might not know the details of what happened between you and your family, but he also didn‘t want to pressure you into telling him.

However, when one day a letter arrived from your parents with the request to see you again and meet your boyfriend, you were perplexed. You had no idea how they were aware of your relationship situation, but you also didn‘t want to think too much about it. After all, Baizhu was pretty well known within Liyue, it was possible that people talked about the two of you and your parents just so happened to catch wind of this.

You thought about their request for quite some time and in the end, with confirmation from your boyfriend, agreed to meet with them over dinner in one of Liyue Harbors many restaurants.

You were quite nervous to see your parents and your sister again after such a long time, but the same could also be said about Baizhu, who would be meeting your parents for the first time. Even though the relationship with your mother and father might not be the best, he still wanted to give them a good impression of him, reassuring them that you were in good hands and that he was taking care of you.

When you two arrived at the restaurant, your parents and sister were already there, seated at the table and waiting for your arrival. Once they spotted you, your mother waved you over. She then stood up and pulled you into a hug which you awkwardly returned after your initial shock. Your father simply gave you a nod while your sister smiled at you. You smiled back, taking a seat next to Baizhu after you introduced him to your family.

The first few minutes went by uneventful, everyone settled into comfortable conversation, questions were asked and answers were given, until the waiter came and took everyones order for the evening. Once he was gone, everything went downhill from there.

„So, Baizhu.. I hear you run the pharmacy here in the Harbor.“

„Indeed I do.“

„That‘s very impressive. And at your age as well! You certainly already achieved more than (Name) ever could!“

That comment didn‘t sit right with Baizhu at all. And he saw by the way you shrinked a bit into your seat that you were feeling uncomfortable as well.

„…Excuse me?“, he asked, a smile on his lips, but his voice was dripping with venom.

„(Name) always was very stubborn. They were supposed to take over the family business. Always refused, saying it wasn‘t what they wanted from life. As if they have any idea about what they want from life in the first place. Marrying them off was almost impossible. And after their little escapade, their… unfaithful incident, no one wanted to be married to them anymore.“

Every word your father spoke you shrunk more into yourself, feeling more and more uncomfortable as Baizhu‘s resentment for this man grew more and more. How dare he talk about his significant other in that disrespectful way. You were his own child, god damn it!

„Honestly, that child never did anything right. You could have really taken an example from your sister, (Name). Younger than you but she always does as she‘s told. You were always the difficult one. You should have-!“

„With all due respect Sir, but please shut up!“, Baizhu then interrupted, still smiling, but his tone was far from friendly. Everyone looked at him in shock at his words, including you.

„..What did you just say to me?“, your father asked, getting mad at being interrupted in such a rude way.

„I said to shut up. I don‘t think I speak that unintelligibel, do I? But I‘ve listened to enough. I won‘t stand for how you talk about my partner, your child, any longer. I see now why they chose not to have contact with you anymore. Such an environment can‘t be good for anyone and I‘m glad they made it out of there.“

Standing up from the table, Baizhu looked at you as he extended his arm for you, waiting for you to take it. You glanced over at your parents one more time before taking his hand and standing up as well. Your family only looked after you, too stunned by the situation to actually say anything to that. But it‘s not like either of you would have waited for a response from them.

As soon as you were out the restaurant, you sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. Glad that you were able to escape the situation, but it also left you hurt from the words your father spoke about you, and the way your mother so eagerly nodded along to everything your father said. It hurt to see that after all this time, nothing had really changed.

„Are you alright?“

„Yeah… Yes, I am. Thank you“, you mumbled softly, looking down at your feet.

„What for, exactly?“, Baizhu asked, genuinely confused on why you were thanking him.

„For standing up for me. No one‘s ever done that for me before.“

Hearing that, his heart both swelled and broke at the same time. He smiled as he gently placed a hand on your cheek, carressing it with his thumb. „For you, gladly. And I would do it all over again the next time, as well. You are the most important thing to me, never forget or doubt that, even for a second.“

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Kissmas Day 9

Prompt: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader

CW: Female reader, lots and lots of swearing (It's Sandor c'mon now), reader is pregnant, some mentions of canon typical violence. If i forget anything please let me know!

A/N: Hello! This is a little different from the last few fics I wrote. I was going for like something cozy? So the pacing is a little slower and it's sort of a "not much happens but there's vibes" kind of fic. Hopefully you all enjoy it. I just really wanted to give my boy a story where he's safe, well fed, well rested, and doesn't have shit trying to kill him for like five minutes.

It was still dark when Sandor awoke, and colder than a wight’s arse. He could see the earliest light of dawn, though, through a nearby window. Pale yellow rays were starting to kiss the tops of the large, gloomy pines that encircled your cottage, and he knew it would be several hours yet before the sun would provide any proper warmth.

Grumbling and cursing under his breath, Sandor pushed back the furred hide that served as a blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He hissed when his feet touched the floor, the chill so fierce it bit at his soles, even through the two layers of woolen socks he wore. Everyone, from great Kings to common fools, knew that Winters in the North were bitterly cold. But it was one thing to hear the tavern stories and another thing all together when you were trying to live through it.

He wondered, as he tugged on his boots, why he didn’t make for the Free Cities and Dorne like the few remaining knights did when the whole world finally fell apart in flame and ruin. Yes, the stories of the fine wines and glimmering cities where even beggars could be Kings might have been exaggerated, but it couldn’t be any worse than here. At the very least, it might be nice to live somewhere your piss didn’t freeze midstream and your cock didn’t stick to your hand each time you used the privy.

Sandor turned the idea over in his mind, finding that its appeal grew with each passing moment. However, any thoughts of leaving vanished the instant he glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of your face peeking out from under the edge of the blankets. Your expression was peaceful, almost serene.

He leaned over you, his hair falling around his cheeks like a curtain, and placed a quick kiss against your temple. You stirred slightly in response, your eyelashes fluttering as a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Whassamatter?”

Sandor chuckled and reached out to deliver a gentle pat to your side before answering.

“Nothing. Gonna go cut some firewood. I’ll be back before you’re up.”

You mumbled something in reply, too faint for him to make out, before sleep’s embrace claimed you once more. He chuckled again and fondly shook his head.

At one point, nobody wanted to spend a night in his bed, not even when he'd gone to a brothel. Those girls had been too frightened of his face to give him more than a few hours at most, leaving him to wake to a cold bed and empty purse the next morning.

You, on the other hand, were comforted enough by his presence to stay through the night. You even claimed you slept more soundly when he was with you. It had taken a while before Sandor believed you, but after over a year of waking with you warm and content beside him, he was starting to see that you’d been telling the truth.

The bedroom door squeaked as it opened, which made the large, shaggy dog the two of you kept leap to its feet and growl deep in its throat. Sandor shushed the animal, which immediately bounded over from its spot by the fireplace, tongue out and tail wagging at the sight of its master.

“Stupid mutt.” Sandor said, as he began to rumple and massage the dog’s ears. “Good thing you’re loyal, or else what use would you be?”

The dog, which you’d so cleverly called Nameless because Sandor had refused to give it one, eagerly leaned into his touch and gazed up at him in squinty eyed delight. You’d found the poor beast roughly around the same time Sandor had been able to walk again, where he’d been left to die in some abandoned crofter’s hut.

At first, Sandor had wanted nothing to do with the animal. As far as he was concerned, you didn’t need another mouth to feed, what with him still half crippled and you were only able to set the most basic of rabbit snares. There had barely been enough food for the two of you, let alone a walking gut disguised as a dog.

He’s a big, black dog you’d insisted on just like your crest. If that’s not a sign from the gods, I don’t know what is.

Bugger the gods had been Sandor’s reply, but in the end, he’d yielded, if only to have some peace from your griping. Since then, Nameless had followed Sandor around like a second shadow. He’d cursed the beast and the bitch that whelped him each time he got underfoot, but eventually this gave way to begrudging acceptance and finally a quiet sort of affection.

Whoever left Nameless behind had, whether they knew it or not, forfeited a skilled hunting dog. Despite his sweet nature with people, he could catch rabbits and squirrels as skillfully as any wolf, which kept you and Sandor well stocked with meat despite the North’s unforgiving climate.

Once again, Sandor found himself questioning why he’d chosen to live in the frozen arse end of the world as he tried to open the front door. A thick layer of ice had settled over the tiny cottage you called home, a parting gift from last night’s storm.

Despite ample shoving and force, the door was refusing to cooperate. With each attempt, the aged wood groaned and creaked as though in protest, but wouldn’t budge. Though he couldn’t see it, Sandor had a feeling the damn thing had frozen shut in its frame, which was a much more common occurrence than he would’ve liked it to be. With a muttered oath, he threw his shoulder against the wood, swearing louder at the shock of pain that came after.

A thin sweat had broken out on Sandor’s brow when he finally gave himself a moment to breathe, half slumped against the bastard door and wishing agonies upon whichever fool god made ice to begin with. He stole a glance over his shoulder, hoping the racket hadn’t woken you, and was greeted with the sight of Nameless. The dog was sitting a few feet behind him and watching the entire process as though it was a Mummer’s show Sandor was putting on especially for him.

“Are you just going to look? Or are you going to be helpful for once in your sorry life?”

By way of response, Nameless rose to his feet, stood for a moment, squinted at Sandor, and then let out a quick, loud sneeze that sent forth a spray of drool and dust motes into the chilled air. Satisfied, the dog sat down again with a bump, and stared at his master. He cocked his head to one side, and spread his mouth wide in a lolling, doggy grin, as if two of them were sharing some sort of secret joke.

Sandor couldn’t help but grin back, albeit a little lopsidedly, before returning to the problem of the door. Once upon a time, he could’ve split the bloody thing in two with the heel of his boot and a well-aimed kick, but he had been a different man then. The Hound, with all his strength and rage, had died with Gregor the day they both went over the falls. Now, all that remained was Sandor, who had to huff and puff and struggle with frozen doors just like anyone else.

When the door finally gave way, it did so with a mighty crack, which shattered the morning air in a flurry of loose snow that tumbled off the roof and bits of ice that shimmered like diamond shards as they fell.

Sandor stumbled outside, shoulder first since he was mid shove when the door decided to open. Instantly, he was blinded by the sheer, sterile whiteness of fresh snow and sunbeams that cut like yellow knives after the dimness of the cottage. For a moment, he had little choice but to wait and lean against the door frame while his vision cleared.

Despite the early hour, the woods were already awake and teeming with life. Around him, Sandor could hear all manner of birdsong, as well as the chattering of squirrels and the far off call of a solitary deer.

From behind the cottage came the sounds of the sheep, small, squat, shaggy creatures with more wool than brains between their ears. They bleated mournfully from inside their little shed, hoping it would get them fed all the sooner, but their cries stirred no pity in Sandor’s heart. He could hardly stand the sight of the fool things, with their empty eyes and the way they ran in panicked, useless circles every time they were frightened.

When you’d first asked Sandor why he hated the sheep so much, he told you it was because he had no patience for anything, man or beast, that was too stupid to know how stupid it actually was. You’d laughed at that, a bright, musical sound that made warmth bloom in Sandor’s chest, but you hadn’t left the matter alone like he’d hoped.

As far as you were concerned, there was no point in wasting time hating something so pathetic and harmless and so you persisted. If Sandor was stubborn, you were twice as much, pestering him with that unfaltering cheerfulness each time you went you to feed the damn things. Eventually, he relented, the name and reason tumbling from his lips like rain after a drought.

Mycha.

From the ashes of Sandor’s rage, shame had blossomed, and with it a thin, choking vine that clenched a little tighter around his heart each time he’d thought of the boy. He’d lived what felt like a thousand different lifetimes since that fateful day by the river, and no matter how much he’d drunk, fought or fucked, he couldn’t seem to shake that one particular ghost. It was as though a small part of Mycha had always been there, slowly poisoning what little shreds of goodness Sandor had managed to grasp hold of, and for a while, he supposed that was what he deserved. Until you came along.

You, who had dragged Sandor out from the water when he was little more than a half drowned corpse. You, who had set every broken bone, stitched every wound and fed him spoonfuls of broth even when he’d cursed you after each one. With your constant, stubborn, infuriating cheerfulness, you had talked Sandor into talking, smiled him into smiling, and somehow loved him into loving you back. You had become the sun that rose and set on each day of Sandor’s life. You were what got him up in the mornings and kept him working until dusk. The thought of losing you, or worse, having you cast him aside, scared him more than dragons, others, and his cunt brother ever had.

That was why, in the end, Sandor had chosen to tell you the truth. At least then you’d hear it from him, instead of whatever exaggerated horseshit the village gossips would invent. Ugly as it was, Sandor knew honesty would be his friend in this matter, and he’d had more than his fill of liars after spending so much time in service to the Lannisters.

And so you came to know the whole sordid tale, one dreary morning in the sheep shed. He spared no detail, no matter how gruesome it was or how poorly it reflected on his character. If you were going to keep loving him, it was best you knew the sort of man you’d chosen, lest the truth curdle what little affection he’d earned.

At first, Sandor wasn’t sure how you were going to take things. He half expected you to try to brain him with the bucket of sheep’s feed, then drive him off in a hail of shrieking and chunks of dung. Tears were also a likely possibility, though you didn’t really seem the type. But learning that the man who you’d let into your home and bed had the blood of an innocent child on his hands could make anyone behave strangely.

When he’d finally got up the courage to stop staring at his boots and look into your face, you, as always, surprised him. You were smiling at him, that same warm, gentle smile that Sandor remembered from the moment he’d woken up in your arms.

I know is what you’d said. I’ve always known, and I love you anyway.

You’d reached for him after, setting aside your bucket so you could bring your hand up and caress his scarred cheek. Sandor had leaned into your touch, like it was the only thing keeping him from breaking apart into a million pieces. Of course you’d known, who in all the Seven Kingdoms hadn’t heard the stories about King Joffery’s rabid dog and the things he’d done? He should’ve given you more credit.

From there, it had been easy enough to tell you why he hated those sheep. Their cries, the sheer terror in their eyes each time he approached? They reminded him too much of that boy, and regardless of how you felt about it, he was not entirely certain he’d ever be able to forget. It was one thing to have your forgiveness and another thing entirely to be able to forgive himself.

Give it time is what you’d told him And let me worry about the sheep. You’ve got enough to do around here, anyway.

The sound of Nameless’ barking is what suddenly tugged Sandor from his memories and back into the here and now. Somehow, the dog had managed to squeeze past him without Sandor noticing, and he was now diving face first through the fresh snow, on the hunt for grouse tracks and anything else that would provide a decent chase.

Sandor watched for a moment, unable to hide the smile playing about his lips. The sight of the big dog, now sporting a healthy dusting of snow across his shoulders and muzzle, was enough to brighten anyone’s mood. He supposed, after almost starving to death on his own, the idiot creature was simply happy to be alive long enough to see another day.

The two of them would go and check Sandor’s traps later. With any luck, they’d snag a rabbit or two that you could roast for supper and have plenty of bones left for Nameless to enjoy. But, in the meantime, you wouldn’t be cooking anything if there wasn’t any wood for the fire.

It hadn’t warmed up any by the time Sandor walked to the woodshed. The snows frozen crust crunched under his feet as he walked, while his breath floated away in thick, white clouds that dampened his beard. His axe, stuck blade down in the stump a few feet away from the woodshed, was a welcome sight.

It was by no means half the weapon his greatsword had been, but Sandor found comfort in the way its worn, wooden handle fit snugly into his grasp and in its blade that thirsted for pine sap instead of blood.

Before long, the sound of logs splitting filled the air, mingling with the soft creak of trees in the wind and an occasional bark from Nameless. Sandor quickly found his rhythm, letting the weight of the axe guide his arm on the downstroke and pushing aside each long with his other hand to be stacked in the shed later.

He went on like that for a while, cut, push, another log, and do it again. The repetition of the work was soothing, almost meditative. It brought a sense of peace to Sandor the way only busy hands could.

Cut, push, new log, do it again.

It was like the axe was an extension of his arm, with the beat of his heart matching each thud of the blade and his breath moving in time as the axe swung through the air. There was most likely going to be a fresh tree fall after last night’s winds, no doubt with plenty of new wood for Sandor to haul home. It probably wouldn’t hurt to bring a length of rope and the sledge when he went hunting with Nameless later. If they didn’t catch anything, at least they wouldn’t be coming home empty-handed.

The young pine he was currently working on was halfway gone by the time you’d made an appearance. Sandor hadn’t heard you at first, too absorbed in what he was doing. It was only after you’d said his name for the third time that he’d finally stopped and turned to look at you over his shoulder, squinting at you as though he wasn’t quite sure who you were or where he was.

“What are you doing out here?”

His tone, like everything about him, was gruff. You smiled at him all the same, knowing that for Sandor, gruffness and worry were often interchangeable.

“Came to check on you. You’ve been out here for hours.”

Sandor glanced upwards and was surprised to find the sun sitting squarely above his head. A sheen of sweat had also broken out over his arms and forehead, and he could feel where it was pooling in the hollows of his back. With a sigh, he set aside his axe and removed his heavy woolen cloak, before turning back towards you.

“Have you been asleep this whole time?”

The slight tilt of his chin in your direction indicated your odd choice of garments. Born to a wilding father and shepherd’s daughter, you always swore the North in your blood kept you from ever truly feeling cold. Still, a sleeping shift, boots, and knit shawl tossed hastily about your shoulders was a questionable choice in midwinter, even for a Northern girl.

You shook your head and gestured back towards the cottage where steam had fogged up the windows.

“I started the laundry, wanted to make use of the sunlight while we still have it. I figured it didn’t make much sense to change until my other clothes were dry, and then I could wash these next.”

Sandor listened to your explanation, his face unchanging save for an arched brow. When you finished, he raised his arm and pointed back at the cottage with a thick finger.

“You should be inside, you fool, woman. You’ll freeze your tits off out here.”

You laughed before wrapping your shawl a little tighter around your shoulders and closing the space between you and Sandor with a few steps.

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times. I’m a Northerner. I don’t get cold. We’re not as pampered as you Southern city types.”

Sandor grumbled softly and shook his head, something about “tongue lashing harpy bitch.” There was no venom behind his words, however, only affectionate resignation. Instinctively, he brought his hand to rest on the curve of your stomach, a protective gesture towards the child you’d been carrying for the last five months. You reached up for Sandor’s face, cupping the scarred side as you usually did against the palm of your hand.

Sandor’s eyes fluttered shut in response to the touch, and for a moment, years seemed to fall away from his expression. He turned his head slightly to the side and pressed a kiss against the skin of your wrist. You loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and content. It was like a glimpse into the past, when he was young and full of hope. However, his eyes opened all too quickly, and he was back to being the Sandor you knew. Older, grumpy, and entirely done with your nonsense.

“Inside. Or I’ll sling you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and bring you there myself”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he’d do no such thing, not while you were pregnant, anyway.

“Fine. But I want a kiss first.”

There was more grumbling, but Sandor did as you asked, catching your mouth against his while his hands snaked down to encircle your hips. You leaned into the kiss, pressing your body as close to his as you could get while still keeping your feet on the ground. His beard was coarse against your cheeks, and he smelled faintly of the woods and sweat. The heat of him seemed to envelope you, like a familiar blanket.

You stood like that for a while, the two of you bathed in morning sunshine and kissing as though you’d never get a chance to do it again. When Sandor tried to pull away, you chased him, closing the space between your mouths by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him downwards. This kiss was a little messier and rougher than the first, most likely due to Sandor’s surprise, but you didn’t mind. It was only when you nibbled at his bottom lip that he broke the kiss off in earnest, catching your two hands in one of his and trapping them against his chest.

“None of that. I told you, go inside.”

You stared up at Sandor and pulled your mouth into an exaggerated pout.

“One more? Please? And then I’ll go, I promise.”

Sandor swore softly under his breath and used his free hand to adjust the front of his trousers before leaning down to claim your mouth again. For a moment, it seemed as though you were going to get your way. Sandor had brought his other hand up to twine in your hair, which only served to deepen the kiss. You welcomed it eagerly, opening your lips and running your tongue against the seam of his mouth. He let out a groan in response, the hand that still held yours squeezing tight. You squirmed against him eagerly, trying to wrap one of your legs around his and haul yourself upwards, your hips seeking the friction they so desperately craved.

This, however, didn’t have the desired effect. Sandor began to laugh, and then placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back so you could no longer reclaim his mouth.

“I’m not a tree, you little minx, so stop trying to climb me. You said one more, you’ve had one more, and now you’re going to go inside or else.”

One look at Sandor’s face, and you knew there was no use in pushing your luck. With a long, suffering sigh, you stepped away, already mourning the absence of his mouth and hands on your body.

“Fine. But I better see you again before it gets dark. I’ll need to wash those clothes you’re wearing, and I’m not warming up your dinner twice.”

Sandor grunted, the noise vaguely affirmative enough that you took it as agreement. You turned to head back towards the cottage, only to stop mid step when you felt the familiar sting of an open hand strike your ass. You spun back around, your shawl spinning about your shoulders, and stared at Sandor, who grinned wolfishly back.

“That’s not fair!” you sputtered, your already pink cheeks flushing deeper.

“Nothing ever is,” came the reply.

You shook your head, turning once again to leave. Sandor let you do so without further torment, watching the way the sunlight made your hair glisten and the subtle swing of your hips as you walked. Nothing was ever fair, but sometimes things got close, even for an old dog like himself.

#kissmas 2022 #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane #the hound #sandor celgane fluff #sandor clegane x you #got fic

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toffee4you · 2 months

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Cuddling While Studying ♡

Content: GN!reader, fluff, romance, one mention of Sebek, HC Silver, massaging, pecking

Other parts: Shorter!reader, Taller!reader

This was supposed to be included in the other cuddling HC but I went a little too far with it, so... Yeah. Consider it a part 3.

Silver loves to cuddle during study sessions. It's more likely to happen if you're the one studying. He doesn't want you to be stuck on an uncomfortable chair all day/night, but he's fine with doing it himself considering the... Interesting places he sleeps in.

He would seat himself on the chair and let you sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your midsection while you study vigorously. If he starts getting tired, he'll rest his head over your shoulders and tuck it right into your neck. It won't take him much longer after that to fall asleep, and that's when you can hear his soft murmuring and breathing. Whatever he's dreaming of is honestly mystery.

He's definitely comfortable to sleep on as well, so you'll have to be on high alert to stay awake for your entire study session. Silver is the type of person who feels like a giant, heated blanket—and one that smells nice as well. You do find it a bit odd how the scent on his hair is the same as the scent on his body, though...

Ignoring that, there's other ways in which Silver could be the most comfortable live version of a plushie that you've ever cuddled with. His arms are large enough to make you feel safe and secure, and his chest is basically like a second pillow. Maybe it's not as comfortable as standard pillows, but compared to the ones in Ramshackle? Goldmine.

On the rare occasions that he does wake up and you're still studying, he'll apologize quietly as to not disturb you before moving his hands to your shoulders for a massage. For the record, his massages are amazing. He's used to it from trying to help out his old man with all that back pain, so despite how strong he can be, he knows the right balance between forceful and gentle... A stark contrast to Sebek, who you could swear almost broke your back before VIA massaging.

If he's the one studying, he'll be a bit more reluctant since he doesn't want to fall asleep. However, if you really want it, he's in no position to deny you; after all, he does want to as well.

He'll ask you to wake him up by ANY means necessary if you notice him falling asleep. Water, pinching, poking... His only request is that you don't wake him up to the scent and sight of Lilia's cooking.

You're more inclined to fall asleep during his study sessions since you may not be able to help much with his work—that is, unless you are a sharp one. He'd definitely be more than grateful if you are able to help, but he doesn't like to burden you with his assignments, so he'll try to coax you to sleep anyways.

When you're fully asleep on him, he'll try to limit his movements as much as possible. He doesn't want to wake up his sleeping beauty.

At the same time, it's rare that you're ever asleep while he's not, so he'll definitely take the chance to whisper about how he feels and leave soft pecks all over you.

When it's morning time, you'll either find yourself sleeping comfortably on your bed while tucked into Silver, or on your chair still, where he fell asleep. The knight doesn't always have enough energy to princess carry you back to your bed, but it's fine.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #twst #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfic #cuddling #fluff #twst fluff #x reader #silver x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanon #twst headcanons #Diasomnia #no spoilers #spoiler free

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neuvistar · 1 year

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hi hi is it okay if i req kaeya with a reader who has a habit of bouncing her leg all the time and one day he just puts his hand on her thigh and gently rubs to stop her and she just gets really flustered and it leads to bedroom activities <33

MHM! OF COURSE yk what they all say, you ask and you shall receive! (I am so sorry this took longer than it should have, I did not mean for it to do so ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝´٥ ˋ⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა and i kinda added a few things hope that’s fine) IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT OR NOT AS GOOD I WROTE IT A FEW DAYS AGO AND FINISHED TODAY IM V TIRED 😓 AND IM SORRY ITS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED I HAD A BIT OF TROUBLE

BOLD AS EVER.

— featuring . kaeya alberich x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. slight semi-public sex at first, fingering, she/her pronouns, thigh riding,, use of nicknames, not proofread, mm i hope this is fine i don’t write a lot for the tall males and know a lot about their personalities so i hope this is fine, overall suggestive content, please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✦ KAEYA . ALBERICH

meetings. ah, meetings. to be honest, you weren’t quite fond of them especially if they were hours long, listening to Master Jean and all the other knights talk, giving their own opinions on topics they discuss about, coming up with ways on how to protect monstadt and all those boring things! it was bad enough you were dating the calvary captain, kaeya. every now and then he’d drag you along to meetings with him, he’s always ramble about “missing you” or even ridiculous things such as he wouldn’t be whole without you by his side, so sweet of him yet so ridiculous! though you never really pay attention to anything master jean says, but oh well.

“my top priority is to put a stop to anyone or anything who may pose a threat towards monstadt, I expect you all to take this to heart and keep in your minds. this nation is ours, barbatos gave us freedom to live and fight for ourselves with him by our side, we mustn’t throw that all away. have we all got that?” she spoke with her head up high, a determined expression on her face. goodness she was always so hard working, you wonder.. does she ever take any breaks from all this difficult work on her plate? your eyes sparkled in awe, you were so caught up on all your other thoughts and wonders about the acting grand master you didn’t even realize how much your leg was bouncing from anxiousness, fingers shaking. the calvary captain by your side glanced at you, eyes then fixating on your leg.

he brought his hand down to your side slowly and gently caressing your thigh. “you alright?” you flinched, face heating up as your body got even warmer as well. “y—yeah!.. i’m just not used to big huge meetings like this, i’m just nervous” you stuttered bringing your voice down to a whisper, squeezing your thighs closer together. “you sure? because we can leave this meeting if you want to” he whispered to you tapping you with his index. “nono! don’t worry about it, i’ll be fine” the bouncing of your leg began to slow down by the second as you felt more wayyy calmer now that you were talking with kaeya, although.. this didn’t last too long now did it?

all of a sudden, a gasp left your lips. kaeya’s hands moved up further into your skirt as he stared at you, rubbing your thigh once more as if he was asking for consent, in which you nodded. oh boy, you shouldn’t have. kaeya used his hand to lightly flip your skirt, revealing your soaked panties to him. “apologies for this babe.” “whatever! just get this over with, we’re still in a meeting you know? atleast try to be qui— mnn!” the calvary captain took your word, shoving your panties aside as he plunged his fingers inside your wet cunt feeling it clench around him already. “you want me as much as i want you, hm?” “mmh! fuck you kaeya, just be quick with this theres people aroun—“ two fingers, then three. you prayed to the gods that no other knight can see what you both were doing, trying your absolute hardest to hold back the moans that threatened to leave your throat, god.. kaeya’s such a jerk sometimes!

his thumb rubbed the softness of your thigh, licking his lips. fuck.. it was not only you that struggled to focus, it was also him. he slightly bit his lip at the sight of red blush forming on your cute little cheeks, swallowing a lump in his throat as he wonders how cute your mouth would look around his cock, cheeks hallowed and taking him so well like the good girl you are.. his fingers continued to pump in and out of you until your pussy spasms around his digits, reaching your orgasm as you came on his fingers.

what a bold jerk. bold as ever.

— buuuwwep !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

“yeah? yeah.. you like that? you like how good your pussy feels when you rub yourself against my thigh like this?” you exhale sharply with teeth clenched and pressing yourself closer against kaeya’s chest. your hands latched onto his shoulders for dear life, fingers pinching the soft fabric of his clothes as you rolled your hips. rubbing your core harshly against his thigh you pant and groan greedily wanting to feel more of him, moaning his name ever so gently against the shell of his ear. “you like it when i fingered you with people surrounding us? you poor little thing would’ve been caught if i fingered you even further..” he reached for the hem of your shirt lifting it up swiftly off your head before taking a tit in his mouth, sucking and licking at it desperately, pinching and pulling at the other. “you like it when i touch you like that during meetings? getting flustered over me doing things to you, hm? you want people watch me break you next? fuck your brains out until you can’t do it no more, sweet thing?”

he grabbed your hips, strong hands helping you rub yourself even more against his thigh feeling heat pooling down from your legs already reaching another orgasm, gripping his shoulders even tighter as you rode him even more desperately, body jolting at the sudden slap on your pussy from him, squirting on him before creating a mess on the sheets and on your boyfriend. “that’s three, you cum a lot do you? and sometimes my dick isn’t even inside you when you do, that’s impressive.. don’t you think?” “there are days where i want to slap the hell out of you, y’know” “aww.. don’t be mad babe. can you still handle another round? haven’t came inside that pussy of yours yet, gotta help me with that too”

WAHA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON!! WORST OF ALL, ITS SO SHORT WAHAHAHA IM SORRY ૮ ㅠ ㅅ ㅠ ა man.. SO SORRY EVERYONE IM GONNA NAP NOW, ILL CORRECT THINGS LATER — Maryse

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #kaeya imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya smut #genshin headcanons #genshin kaeya #kaeya ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა #WAHAA SO SORRY ILL CORRECT THINGS LATER #i was too tired writing this i hope it’s alright atleast wahahaha i’m sorry :

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stevesbestgirl · 1 year

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Would you ever write for tangerine 🍊 Cause I would disintegrate of joy

Peachy

Tangerine x f!Reader

1922 words

Warnings: major spoilers for the first third of Bullet Train- for real, this follows the plot super closely, so please watch the movie first (I super recommend), mention of a dead body, alcohol, Tan being a flirt, maybe a little OOC Tangerine, but really he's just soft on reader, pet names, sexual content, swearing, thigh riding, reader really just says "fuck it, he's hot"

You gave a squeak of surprise as a disheveled-looking man crashed into the snack cart, pinching your fingers against the plastic seat edge. You ducked your head, stifling a curse.

“Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re goin’, mate? Bloody fucking hell, it’s not hard to watch out for a pretty lady, is it?”

You glanced sharply across the aisle at the man who had spoken, a chestnut-haired stranger with a neat mustache and sparkling blue eyes. The man who had bumped the cart muttered something in Japanese and continued on his way. While the girl staffing the cart was distracted, the handsome stranger across from you palmed two packages of cookies, tucking them in his coat and sending you a quick wink, as though you were in on the secret.

You forced your gaze away, back to the open book in front of you, though you couldn’t stop a little smile, even sinking your teeth into your lower lip.

“What is he, fucking blind or something?” he redirected his conversation back to the man sitting across from him, who had lighter hair and a darker skin tone. You stole another glance at the pair; they were wearing matching tweed overcoats, which was rather cute. You made a conscious effort to not eavesdrop, but he spoke to you directly again, “You alright then, love?”

Nodding quickly, you forced words out before you could fully process the fact that he was still talking to you, “I’m okay. Thank you- for speaking up, I mean.”

“Well someone’s got to, don’t they? Can’t have a pretty thing like you getting all banged up, can we?” That pulled a smile from you- a real one, which he seemed to appreciate, “Now that’s what I like to see.”

Your stomach was light at his attention and you found yourself wanting more of it, "What should I call my knight in shining armor?"

"Name's Tangerine." His companion made a comment you couldn't make out and received a glare, "And this here is Lemon. And what's your name then, sweetheart?"

“Do I get to pick a fake name too?” you teased.

Lemon laughed aloud, “I think I like her.”

Tangerine leaned across the aisle, offering you one of the offending snacks from the cart, waving away your protest, “You were reaching for something, weren’t ya? Before that prick came banging down the aisle.”

“Really, I’m fine, I promise-”

“Look love, I don’t even want this. If you don’t take it, it’s going in the bin.”

Reluctantly, you accepted his offering, though you raised an eyebrow, "If you didn't want it, why'd you steal it?"

Tangerine opened his mouth to reply, but Lemon beat him to it, "Because he needs therapy."

That made you laugh, "Don't we all." Tangerine glared at Lemon, like he'd stolen something from him. You smiled at him again, “Thank you.”

“You grateful enough to give me your name then?”

“Oi-” Lemon nudged Tangerine, “Sleeping beauty is awake.” And indeed, the young man with face tattoos seated beside Tangerine was coming around. You had assumed they weren’t together.

Your heart sank a bit as they both redirected their attention, seeming to forget about you; you missed when Tangerine stole a glance back at you, having already resumed your reading. You didn’t have to make too much of an effort not to eavesdrop this time- they kept their conversation low, easily slipping under the constant din of chatter and the rattle of train on track.

At least, until an argument started. Tangerine was the first to escalate and soon the pair were shouting numbers back and forth at each other, counting off some kind of tally. You decided that now was a good time to get yourself a drink.

The bar was unstaffed; you grabbed a glass and mixed yourself a drink, taking a seat by the window. You considered leaving money on the counter, but Tangerine had given you a dangerous little confidence boost. He was gorgeous- and he was trouble. He made you want a bit of both. You finished your drink as the train pulled into the station, leaving the glass on the counter and heading back to your seat.

At least, you went in that direction, only making it down a car’s length through the traffic of disembarking passengers. Once the aisle cleared, you were left facing the only other person still standing, Tangerine. His brow was furrowed as he scanned the car, not seeming to find what he was looking for.

“Everything alright?” You stepped a little closer, almost bumping into him as he began moving forward, still gazing around.

His gaze snapped to you with such intensity that you started back, but he quickly softened, catching your elbow to steady you, “I was wondering where you got to, sweetheart.”

You gestured over your shoulder, “Thought I’d get a drink. Although maybe I should have waited for you- you kind of look like you could use one.”

“Er- yeah. One of our things is missing- a briefcase. You mind helping me look for it? Maybe I can get that drink on the way.”

“That’s awful about your things, of course I’ll help you look.”

“Knew I could count on you, love.” He captured your hand in his, warmth encapsulating your fingers and flooding your cheeks as he brought you with him down the aisle. “Now, it’s a silver briefcase, with a train sticker on the handle.”

You trailed after him, scanning the cars and finding nothing. By the time you reached the bar again, Tangerine was visibly frustrated, releasing your hand to smooth back his hair.

You paused a second before resting your palm on his bicep, "Don't worry, we'll find it."

When he glanced at you, there was a glint in his eye, but his gaze flicked up over your shoulder. You glanced back; there was a man leaning up against the window, slumped like he might be sleeping.

Tangerine took your hand from his arm and squeezed it softly, "Gimme a second, love."

He marched over to the man, giving his shoulder a shake, "You mind giving us a minute here, mate?"

But the man's head lolled, making his center of gravity shift. The body slipped from the seat onto the floor of the car, revealing a knife wound on the chest and dead eyes beneath sunglasses. Your gasp was lost under the curse from Tangerine. Stumbling back, you bumped into the bar, making the glasses rattle on the wall.

Tangerine didn't move to comfort you right away; he watched the way you struggled to look at anything other than at the body, the way you tensed when you failed.

Then he approached slowly, his hands raised, "Alright love, I'm gonna need you to relax for me alright?"

"How are you so calm?" His eyebrows drew in, making him look rather guilty and your stomach twisted, "It's not really your briefcase we're looking for, is it?"

He planted his fists on his hips, blowing out a breath, "Of course it is." He sounded offended that you would even ask. "Let's put it this way: that briefcase belongs to a friend of mine. And if I don't get it back and return it to him, he's going to be very, very angry with me, understand love?"

"Oh my god, you're a thief."

"I am not a thief," he protested adamantly."I'm an assassin." And whether you like it or not, sweetheart, it looks like you're involved now."

He expected you to cry, to be completely honest. Or he thought maybe you'd hit him- it wouldn't be the first time that had happened. But he didn't expect you to grin, "Does that mean I get a code name?"

"Er, sure." He cupped your elbow, "You're taking this very well. You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." You raised an eyebrow, "I thought you wanted to find that case."

Tangerine lifted a brow, seeming impressed, "How about pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin?"

"For your code name, love, keep up if you can," he grinned.

“I’m going to choose to believe you’re trying to be cute and not commenting on my weight.”

“Alright, fair. Clementine ain’t too bad though.”

“If you call me Clem, I swear-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep working on it.” He snapped his fingers, “Got it- Peach.”

You crooked an eyebrow, “I don’t hate it. Give it a go.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in that signature smirk of his just before he leaned in, pressing you against the bar with one hand on your hip and the other on the counter behind you. “C’mere, Peach,” he breathed the words up your neck, his nose tracing the line of your jaw before he cupped it in his palm, ghosting his lips over yours.

And then he smirked again at the way your lips parted in surprise, making heat rise in your cheeks, "Not bad, hm?"

"Alright Tan, you've made your point," you huffed, placing a hand flat on his chest.

He captured your wrist between his fingers, "And now we're getting cozy with each other." His voice was almost a hum, barely audible over the train, but you heard him clearly.

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you met those sparkling blue eyes and then his lips were on yours. His hands slipped over your waist to cup your hips, pulling you toward him as though he didn't already have you pinned to the bar.

Not that you minded, wrapping an arm around his neck, you threaded fingers into his hair and held him just as tightly. His soft lips explored yours, surprisingly gentle compared to the way his hands were groping at your waist.

He slotted his leg between your thighs, grabbing your hips with both hands, "We've only got a minute now, love, so I need you to do exactly as I say, understand?"

You nodded, the breathy affirmation leaving your lips not sounding much like you, "Yes Tan."

"That's a good girl," he breathed, sending sparks right to your core just before he dug his fingers into your hips, grinding you over his thigh. At the sounds of your strangled moans, he smirked, "You like that, Peach?" One hand left your hips to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing your lower lip as he lowered his head to your neck again, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin there and he continued to guide you along his thigh.

"Come on now, pretty girl, be a peach for me, will you?"

He chuckled softly at his own joke, his mustache tickling your neck, but the humor was lost on you as your breathing grew rapid, the pressure of his thigh between your legs making you gasp with each movement of your hips, guided by Tangerine's fingers on your hip, which were sure to leave marks when he let go.

You cried out, your hips moving in time with his guidance without your direction as you chased your release.

Biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, Tan hummed, "This is only just the beginning, sweet Peach. Because you belong to me now." He slipped his thumb into your mouth as you rode his thigh, the taste of him on your tongue sending you over the edge.

"Tan, T-" convulsions racked your body as an orgasm swept through you, slackening your muscles and leaving you panting against Tangerine's chest.

He cupped your chin, stealing a kiss from your lips before he smiled, “Come on then, we’d better get moving.”

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine smut #tan and peach #tangerine fluff #tangerine fic #bullet train spoilers #bullet train #bullet train tangerine

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calehenituse-brainrot · 1 year

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Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

It's weird to see someone's privacy with the faces of your family and friends.

content warning: self-harm, mentally abusive figures, blood, gore.

Hope was a dangerous thing.

Even though your name is already carved onto a stone and you've been officially declared dead, Cage did not want to give hope. In fact, she would be fine if everyone just continue grieving and never know anything.

It has been a month now.

The three Saints try to figure out the contents of your letter, keeping the details between the three of them and Ron, asking him to keep the letter a secret until they could figure out what exactly happened right under their nose. It still boggled their mind how you had been experiencing such odd symptoms of whatever this was and never spoke a word of it, despite how you were getting constantly hurt. They had known you were stubborn, but it was ridiculous to know it was to this extent.

It has been a month but nothing had resulted in their research about you that could provide a good explanation for why you disappeared. The workers from the Henituse duchy they talked to had spoken of your frequent dizzy spells and nosebleeds a few weeks before your death and the workers at the Palace had said the same. One of the knights on guard on a certain day had seen how much you had bled through your nostrils and nearly passed out when he held you.

Cage paced in her room while Jack and Hannah sat on the couch. Jack seemed to be deep in thought while Hannah seemed irked, leaning back to the couch as she closed her eyes and try to use her brain and try to figure out what exactly was wrong with you before your death. Cage bit on her nails as she paced back and forth, growing anxious by the minute every time she let her gaze fleets to your letter that sat on the table.

"Hearing voices, headaches, nosebleeds," Cage murmured as she paced back and forth, listing the things you mentioned having experienced. "She said they sounded very familiar. Like someone from the past life. Could it be someone from her life before she met Young Master-nim?"

Cage runs a hand through her dark hair, shaking her head. "No, no, wait. It doesn't matter. How would a person talk to someone like that?"

"Cage, could you please stop that?!" Hannah finally snapped, her head buzzing as she listened to Cage's mumblings. "I'm trying to think here!"

Cage did not seem offended by Hannah's tone. In fact, she was very familiar with it and she could not blame the swordswoman as they were all on edge and were using the last of their energy to think.

"It is a God," Jack concluded, almost grimly as he closed his eyes in defeat, finally addressing the elephant in the room. "There is no other explanation."

"What God?!" Cage challenged the idea immediately. She did not want to shut down that theory, however, she would like it best if it was the least possible event. Because Gods are tricky. They are mischievous in their deals and selfish in how they viewed humans. 'We are nothing to them,' Cage thought, knowing just how puny they must look, how ridiculous they look to the Gods, scrambling to find out more about the events that had befallen their late friend, while the Gods lean back to their throne made up of worship and sacrifices, laughing because they know.

"The voice told her to leave us and promised a reward," says Jack calmly. "It told her how she could find her if she sailed away from the continent. She finds him, she finds herself."

"She's not that important to a God," Cage says, almost bitterly. She did not think lowly of you -- oh, by Gods, never -- but even though she was considered special because the God of Death communicates directly talks to her, Cage still knows her place to an extent. She might have been dearly beloved by her lord, but she knew she was nothing but human, divine powers or not. She is powerful, a drunk, and she is still human. She is small in the eyes of her lord.

Were you that important that a God had killed so many people in that ship just to get you?

"Perhaps not to the ones we know of," Jack says slowly.

Cage's eyes flickered quickly up to Jack, taking a moment to process his words. "You think another God is approaching her."

"More like fooling her," Hannah piped in. "He promised her something and look where she is now."

"Hannah," Jack says firmly, almost in a berating way. Hannah looked away from her twin, speaking harshly, "Her name's on a stone now."

"If this is the work of a God..." Cage began, trailing off as she massaged the bridge of her nose.

"Divine intervention is tricky," she says softly, nearing the table where your letter is placed on. "It is usually best to be left alone."

Do not give hope. It is dangerous.

Cage closed her eyes, inhaling a big gulp of air before exhaling. Do not give hope. You will only hurt them all.

Cage snatched the letter from the table, walking out of her room.

"Cage...?" Jack called out, standing up immediately to follow the dark-haired woman. Hannah fixed the strap of her sword properly before she followed Cage as well.

The Sun twins then immediately realized where Cage was walking to and they glanced at each other, both questioning if this was the right thing to do. They walked past your room and then came upon the floor that leads upstairs, following Cage as she practically stomped her way up.

"Young Master-nim!" Cage exclaimed, stepping into Cale's floor and immediately heading towards his bed where he was sleeping even though it was one in the fucking afternoon. Cage grabbed the covers Cale had on and shook him awake. "Young Master-nim, wake up!"

Jack and Hannah stood not far from them, watching as Cale fluttered his eyes open, no doubt tired because they all know he had made a trip to your room again last night. He tries to gather his bearings, looking up at Cage with a small frown, feeling light-headed after being shaken awake.

"W-what the...?" Cale began when Cage finally lets go of him.

"Young Master-nim," Cage says, forcing herself to smile at him. "Divine intervention is tricky. It is usually best to be left alone."

Cale still looked loopy as he tries to digest Cage's words. "Okay...?"

"But not if it's you," Cage says, pushing the letter to Cale's chest. "Here's another letter for you to cry yourself to."

Cale caught the letter, staring at it with bleary eyes. He rubbed his eyes as he held the letter properly, trying his best to read it. Once he got a clear view of the letter, he stopped rubbing his eyes, brown eyes gazing at the familiar handwriting, writing down a series of words he had never seen before in all his days of grieving. Cale used both hands to hold the letter, straightening out the wrinkles that had appeared because Cage had shoved it to his chest.

Cale's eyes quickly scan over the words, having to read them multiple times as he had trouble processing the contents because he seemed to have focused more on the fact that this was something he had never read of before. He had held dearly every single thing you have, and the fact that this was something he did not know of made his head spin. In his head, he seemed to be scrambling because there is more of you that he did not know of, that he had yet discovered. His face stayed stoic as he reads your letter and he wondered again and again at that moment, why wasn't this in his letter? Why didn't you tell him about this?

Cale rubs his face before he looks up at Cage. "How long have you had this with you?"

Cage gazed at Cale's tired brown eyes. "A month."

Cale then noticed the Sun Twins standing not far away, watching him anxiously and he turned back to Cage again, "The three of you kept this to yourselves for a month."

"We apologize," Jack immediately began, stepping closer. "We simply didn't want to give hope."

"This--" Cale raised the letter, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "This isn't hope. It's a lead. It's clarity."

"It would have given hope to you," Hannah piped in with a frown. "And if not you, then the kids."

Cale stood from the bed, standing in front of the three of them. He raised the letter to them again. "I'm keeping this and we're going to talk about this with the others."

"You know best," Cage says, nodding her head.

Cale rubs his face before he placed the letter inside the drawer of his bedside table. "Now leave. I need to wash up."

We shouldn't be hoping, is what Cale thought to himself when everyone gathered together and sits down, each one of them talking to each other animatedly.

'They've all moved on,' Cale thought to himself, watching how everyone had no longer looked sad, their eyes no longer sunken with eyebags, their bodies energized and no longer looking pale like they used to months ago. 'I am still here.'

'It is selfish,' Cale accused himself. He never minded grieving for long periods in silence -- it's always been the one thing constant about his life. He grieved in silence and alone, letting the deaths of his companions be the ones to push him to learn, to be better.

Your name is on the list of people he had lost and he had been trying to let his brain settle with that fact, but it is hard. His brain always seemed to be on overdrive, Records constantly making him confused between the memories and the present. He still remembered so vividly of your smile, how you look, how you sound--sometimes he hears your voice and it drives him nuts that it turned out to be his mind playing tricks on him because Records never forget. He never forgets.

When he remembered, it felt like it was happening at the current time and the only reason why Cale hadn't gone mad was because he constantly remind himself; That person is dead. That time had passed.

"Cale-nim?" Choi Han finally called towards the redhead, seeing how Cale sat on the single couch while looking to be deep in thought, holding a letter in his hand.

Cale looked up and saw that everyone was staring at him expectantly. For a fleeting second, he thought he saw you in this myriad of odd people but he reminds himself again; that person is dead and that time had passed.

Cale sat up straight and properly. "Let this be known that what I am about to tell you is merely to provide some explanation, not to give you hope," he began. "Nor is it to open old wounds."

The others stared at him, waiting for his next words with bated breath. What could this be about?, is what runs through all of their minds, but seeing the look in Cale's eyes, they have a small inkling.

"I would like to tell you all about the reason why [Name] boarded that ship," Cale says slowly, still holding the letter in his hand. It did not escape from him how the atmosphere in the room immediately shifted. Most of their expressions were somber, some avoiding eye contact by looking down at their own hands as if they had done some irreparable sin. Deep down, there is guilt for moving on, that they were able to continue their lives and gradually began to visit a certain memorial less and less.

"[Name]... was not able to find her purpose here," Cale says, the words spilling from his mouth automatically, the gears in his head spinning and working to recall the memories where you had stated your feelings, the words in your letter for him. "She craves for a purpose. And she couldn't find it here."

"That's ridiculous," Rosalyn murmured bitterly, looking away as she leans back to the couch. Rosalyn was still hurt, so badly, and she felt betrayed at the fact that you could not find your purpose here. What does that even mean? You were fine here. You were needed here. You had a job, a home, and a family that loves you.

Cale stared at Rosalyn for a moment. "I know you're hurt. You're not the only one."

While he wasn't berating her for speaking so harshly, it felt like it and Rosalyn shuts her mouth, looking down to the ground with guilt in her gaze. She might have been able to no longer visit your room without feeling a heavy ache in her heart, but she knew Cale was still grieving. It felt so incredibly selfish of her to be so angry to your death when Cale himself did not seem to be angry at all.

"That ship she boarded was supposed to be the start of her journey to find herself," Cale continued. "She didn't board that ship because there were any negotiating or transport problems. She boarded that ship with the intention to leave us all without a goodbye."

It felt eerie to know the ship you believed will take you to many new places eventually took you away to one place they could never reach for. Silence fell into the room as everyone digest this new fact about you. Should they think of you as cruel to want to leave without a goodbye, or should they pity you for your desperation for a purpose?

"This--" Cale raised the letter in his hand, "--is a letter from [Name] addressed to Cage a month ago before her death."

Everyone's gaze lifted to the letter in his hand. Some of them turned to Cage, some surprised, some looking confused. They want to question her about why she hadn't said anything, how could she keep it a secret, but they remember how the letter could have been personal, so they looked back to Cale, Choi Han being the first to ask, "What is it about?"

"It seemed that [Name]'s decision to board that ship wasn't hers alone," Cale revealed, placing the letter on the table in the middle of them all. "She described a voice that talks to her in her head that promised her a purpose if she leaves us all and sails the ship that will take her the furthest from the continent. The voice promised her that if she could find them, she could find herself."

"What?" Rosalyn's eyes widened, shocked at this revelation. She snatched the letter, reading through the content of it with disbelief in her eyes. "Headaches, nosebleeds...?"

"Her experience with the voice is similar to ours when we speak to our lords," Cage began, stepping forward. "However, [Name] seemed to experience effects of communicating with a higher being more severely, most likely because either she isn't used to it or she is weaker than most of us."

"A God," Choi Han murmured with a frown. "A God reached for her, is that what you're saying?"

"That's the most plausible explanation," Cale replied, caressing his chin thoughtfully. You had been transported here, much like Choi Han. There is a big chance that you were taken away because you had been tampering with a certain God's plans or because they needed a successor. "Which God is the question."

"It is not the God of Death," says Cage with a shake of her head.

Jack shook his head as well. "It is not our lord as well."

"So, another God we aren't familiar with," Cale mused, looking up at the high ceilings of the villa.

'There are many Gods,' says the gluttonous priestess. 'Many are lost in time. What [Name] experienced is what happens when a human isn't suited to be an oracle, to be speaking directly to a higher being. Her body cannot handle the divine presence of a God, no matter how small or big. They are still gods.'

Cale looked at the letter in Rosalyn's hands before he looked up at everyone in the room again. "I will be working to get to the bottom of this issue. I will not force anyone to follow my lead, as I understand her death impacted everyone in this room and beyond. What I will do is simply for... clarity over her behavior. It doesn't bring her back. She is still dead."

"We understand," Lock says, frowning. "Of course, we will follow your lead, Cale-nim."

Cale nodded, standing up from the single couch and his actions were followed by his peers. He looked around the room, his side feeling so barren now that you no longer stood there -- you haven't been there for a month and it kills him every time -- but Cale then addressed them all, "I want you all to begin your search first for any foreign primordial gods, ones that aren't known in the continent or even rejected to be worshipped. That voice -- that God, promised [Name] for salvation if she went far away from the continent, so we start our search with foreign gods that are known to make deals with humans."

Hope is a dangerous thing. Do not give it.

But what else but hope that has solidified every step they took to find the answers they need?

"Divine intervention is tricky," Cale says slowly, taking back your letter from Rosalyn. "It is best to be left alone."

Everyone shared knowing glances with each other at Cale's words and Cage faintly smiled, knowing she had done the right thing to show Cale your letter.

Cale looks up. "But I don't listen to advice like that."

"You really don't," Hannah commented with a grin.

John has always heard the term 'your life flashes before you die' and he finds himself questioning the life that flashes right before his eyes right now was his or not.

Because he sees the face of his late mother -- she was so kind, always dressing up in humble tunics -- standing in a foreign room, dressed in slacks and a white dress shirt, slamming cupboards as she yelled, her voice unfamiliar because it was mixed with someone else's.

"You want to kill yourself?!" His mother yelled in a voice that he had never heard of before, a voice so full of venom and mocking. His mother takes out a knife from a knife block and threw it across the kitchen island, the knife stopping right in front of a young teenage girl that looked so similar to you.

"Go ahead! Don't let me stop you!" His mother's face morphed slightly into someone more unfamiliar as she continued yelling, "Kill yourself!"

John looked down at the young girl that looked so similar to you. Tears ran down your cheeks as you stare at the knife on the kitchen island, eyes unfocused as if you were somewhere else. Your arms are scarred with lines of red angry slits as you stood there, hands slightly shaking as you take in every curse word thrown your way by the woman that seemed to be a morph of his mother and yours.

"Why are you crying?!" The older woman asked, almost in a hysterical manner. "You're making me look bad! You're the bad one. I fed you, gave you clothes on your back, and put you under my roof. I birthed you! You're an ungrateful child!"

He stepped forward, trying to touch your teenage self by the shoulder but his hand immediately went through.

"They are just memories."

John jumped slightly and turned around, the background yelling immediately dimming out. Before him was you, looking older than the last time he saw you. You stared at your teenage self and looked back to John. "They're our memories."

John took a step closer to you and the world around you both immediately faded to white. You smiled at him, taking out your hand to him and he immediately took it. John stared at how your skin is flushed with color, no longer a lifeless pale and you no longer looked in pain. Your hand felt warm in his and he smiled, almost in appreciation to feel something warm for once, his eyes glossy with tears. Your hand gripped his, thumb caressing the back of his hand slowly. "It's okay. It's over. We're not hurt anymore."

"Is this the afterlife, then?" John questioned, looking around the white space around you both as he takes his hand back.

"I don't know," you answered honestly.

The space began to morph back into a room, a tavern that John frequently visits with his crewmates. He smiled, watching how the tavern seemed brimming with people until he realized he does not recognize most of them.

"I've never gone to this tavern," you murmured, looking around.

"I have," John murmured. "I think... this was Kore's birthday party celebration. I don't recognize some of the people here, though."

You looked around the place, familiar faces passing by you as you and John stood still in the middle of the tavern. You took a few moments to identify some of the faces and then spoke softly, "I know these people."

"You do?" John asked, frowning. This was supposed to be his memory, and he recalled perfectly how in this memory that you were not in the tavern nor the people in the tavern right now were present back then.

"That's my mother," you said, pointing to a woman that stood laughing with John. "She has been dead ever since I was eighteen."

A cold chill ran up John's spine at your words. She shouldn't be here. John watched how your mother's face would sometimes morph into one of his crewmates, showing how warped his memories seemed to be and how they were mixing with your memories. John's hand ran through his hair in disbelief, looking around and noticing how his crewmates' faces were morphing back and forth to the faces of people he doesn't recognize, most likely the people from your memories.

You turned to the bar, your eyes staying there for a long time. John then turned around as well and his eyes landed on another you that sat in the bar across him. That other you were drinking away, staring at the bar countertop with an empty gaze, much like how you did when you were a teenager and you were getting screamed at by your mother. With a sip of your drink, you ordered another glass and the bartender nodded obediently, serving you another glass of whatever liquor you were drinking.

You remembered the faint night when you went out to a bar after your mother's death, drinking until you passed out, slumped in a bathroom stall after throwing up so much. It's odd how your memories are warped with John's this way, making it seem like you're drinking in his favorite tavern as if you're celebrating with him in one of his happy memories.

"To be honest," you began, turning away from gazing at your own self. "I don't feel comfortable knowing you will be looking through my memories."

John gave you a chuckle, averting his eyes to respect your feelings. "I don't think I want you to know some bits of my life, too, sweetheart."

You smiled, looking down at the floor. "Do you think there is a reason why we're here...? Why our memories are mixing up like this?"

"I don't know," John says with a defeated sigh.

You and John stood together outside the tavern to get away from the noise, looking up at the night sky together. You both cannot feel the wind or the chilly air. It felt out of place. Both of you were out of place. sometimes the buildings around morph into buildings you recognized from your past life, sometimes switching back to the buildings John knew of. It felt dizzying and so frustrating to see so many changes in a short amount of time.

"We died, didn't we?" You asked him softly, eyes staring down at the cobblestone road beneath you both.

John placed a hand on his stomach, where a gaping hole should be as he remembered the monstrous entity that had asked for your corpse. He doesn't know whether he should tell you that there is a big chance your corpse is being desecrated or not. He looked down at you and gave you a comforting smile, placing his hand on the back of your head to caress your hair. "We're going to be alright."

You hesitantly leaned to his side, tilting your head to his shoulder, looking up at the starry night sky and wondering to yourself if John being here was the world's last kind action it could offer to you after such a tiring life.

Withira emerged from the water, Archie and Paseton following her as the three of them circled the mysterious floating island that have let the current carry it into their territory in their whale forms. She has heard from her father that every couple of hundred years, a floating island would float by their territory and it had been best to be left alone. This was her first time seeing this floating island emerge in her two hundred years of life, having been waiting for a long time for the island to appear because of how much mystery shrouds the island. It has been a couple of minutes of them circling the island, trying to find a spot where they could jump onto to enter the island, but the boulders that surrounds the small island were like a bowl, curling inside as if to protect any intruders from entering.

The fact that there were no beaches and the boulders were acting like some sort of border made Withira even more curious. Was there anyone inside the island? If so, how do they survive without fishing? Do they hunt and rely on the vegetation there? There was a tall tree in the middle of the island, its bark twirling into a swirl as it grew higher than the rest of the trees on the island and the greenery inside the island seemed to flourish, so no doubt there would be plenty of vegetation, however, the island was dead quiet. There are no sounds of animals that could be living on the island.

Withira jumped from the water, morphing from her whale form to her human form once she landed past the boulders. Archie and Paseton followed suit as they looked around the flourishing flora around them, moss and flowers and grass growing everywhere, the trees' roots overgrown on the dirt and breaking through some of the rocks. There were proof of civilizations, as there were crumbling ruins and clay roofs, preserved by nature so perfectly.

"Is everyone dead or something...?" Archie murmured, looking around the island with a frown.

"This could be an ancient, lost civilization," Paseton suggested, looking at his sister who was busy eying up a poorly sculpted boulder not far from them, placed on a pedestal.

Withira approached the sculpture, touching the harch lacerations of the sculpture gently. The sculpture resembled the shape of a flower and despite how poorly it was made, judging by how the stone wore out, Withira could tell it was a sculpture that was well-loved. Withira looked down on the pedestal where the sculpture was made, seeing many trinkets and dry sticks on the ground by her feet, which meant someone had placed offerings by the pedestal a long time ago and it had been consumed by nature.

"Was it a grave...?" Paseton asked softly after looking at the sculpture and the trinkets that lay on the ground by it.

Withira looked around the place. "Maybe."

Something bugged her about this island. She had half the mind to bail and leave the island alone, but her curiosity won her over so she nods to a cobblestone path to Paseton and Archie, signaling them over to follow her. They did as she had asked them to, following behind her and keeping their eyes peeled open for anything that might be suspicious or dangerous. The island was eerie, as it was quiet aside from their footsteps and the shuffling of leaves whenever the wind blew on the trees there.

"No animals," Archie murmured. Not even birds.

"Could be why everyone is dead," Withira says, looking down to a clearing slightly below them, seeing the many numbers of headstones down there. The grass was overgrown and the graves looked to be placed too close to each other, most of them destroyed due to the overgrown roots from the trees near them. "No more meat to hunt."

Paseton gulped. "That's a lot of people."

"A lot of dead people," Archie corrected him, looking over the graves with a frown.

"Look." Withira pointed to the same flower sculpture at the front of what seemed to be the graveyard site for the past civilization here. "Another sculpture. Means they're probably worshipping it."

"Worshipping a flower?" Archie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, a flower," Withira says, unamused. "Of course, not. They worship what it represents. They most likely worship that looming tall tree in the middle of the island."

The three of them continued to traverse the small island. Withira noticed how there seemed to be thick, wood all around the forest that was in the shape of tendrils, reminding her faintly of Cale's powers to summon so many logs of trees and control them like they were ropes. Flowers grew on the wooden, tendril-like barks, all of them having the same shape as the flower that was sculpted and placed on a pedestal all around the island like small landmarks. Whatever entity caused these wooden tendrils to grow, they were worshipped by the community that had once lived on the island.

Withira stopped when they reached the middle of the island, facing a ruined structure of what was once a great hall of some sort, its entrance having hanging vines like curtains. The roof of the entrance was destroyed due to the tall tree that had grown in the middle of it, the tree's bark resembled multiple tendrils being strung together and twirled, flowers growing on its barks, the color a pretty deep purple with white tips at the petals. But what had caught her attention was the dried, brown reddish color that seemed to be dragging from the other way to the inside of the ruin.

"Blood," Archie says, preparing himself if there was someone inside the ruin and coming out to attack them.

The blood might have been old, but it wasn't as ancient as everything else on the island.

Withira walked up to the entrance of the ruin and covered her mouth and nose, recognizing the agonizing stench of rotten flesh from inside of the ruin entered her sense of smell. Paseton and Archie followed her from behind as they stepped into the ruin. The smell seemed to amplify once they were inside and Withira grimaced at the sight of a rotten body laying back on an altar stone, a gaping large hole in his stomach, his guts and blood all over the floor.

"Poor man," murmured Paseton, eying the gaping large hole on the man's body. "What could have done that to him?"

Withira approached closer, noticing that there was another body, laying on the altar stone, and the dead man laying on the ground had held their hand tightly, even in death. Withira approached the altar stone carefully while Archie and Paseton stood back, still looking around the premises with their guards high up.

'That hair...' Withira thought to herself, seeing the familiar [h/c] hair strewn all over the stone altar.

Withira stood there for a long time, letting realization sink in as she come to terms that she knew this person on the altar stone. Withira leaned down to the body, your body, nearly frantic as she cups your face. Your skin was cold, like the corpses she had helped pushed in the waters to help Cale's men to retrieve them the day she found out she had to aid them to look for your corpse. This was where you were? How did you even end up here?

Withira leaned down, placing her fingers on your pulse and when she couldn't find it quick enough, she pressed her ear to your chest, desperately hoping to hear any signs of life.

"Sister--!"

Withira jumped away from the altar stone when she heard Paseton's voice and a thick, tendril-like bark struck where she was standing up. The tendril looks to have dried blood on it and the size of it matches the hole on the dead man's chest.

"It's sentient," says Archie when the vines that were scattered all around the ruins suddenly began to move. "We need to get out of here!"

Withira watched how the vines squirmed and seemed to be facing the three of them, standing guard over the altar stone like they were protecting you. Before she could get another word out, a number of them struck out to impale the three of them. No matter how many times they cast their weapons to cut off the tendrils, more seemed to come up to attack them, driving them away to the edge of the island until the three of them were forced to jump into the water, morphing back into their whale forms.

"We need to inform this to Cale-nim," Withira says, swimming towards their home quickly as they avoided the tendrils that seemed to grow from the base of the floating island, chasing after them.

"What? Why?" Paseton asked, confused as he narrowly avoided a thick vine.

"That was [Name]," Withira says. "She was still alive."

They swam until the tendrils could no longer follow them, having reached their limit in length. Withira, Paseton, and Archie watched as the thick tendrils began to thrash around, creating big waves into the ocean to push them out further. 'So this is how it sunk the ship,' Withira thought with wide eyes, realizing that whatever entity they were facing, it was not one to be messed with.

#cale henituse x reader #lout of count's family #lcf cale #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #tcf cale

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Just a Bit Closer (Jake Lockley x F!Reader)

[18+] EXPLICIT CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT [18+]

Trigger warning: mentions of kidnapping, death, dark themes compliant with Moon Knight canon.

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Papi Jake? Soft (only for his princess) Where the reader is craving some on-one time with him. No distractions or anything just him and his snuggles… him singing to and holding her- maybe even a little cockwarming (🙈) because she wants to be super duper close and warm?!

Word Count: too damn long (7.3k words)

Content: Smut. Also fluff. There’s also a leeeetle (lot of) angst, so sorry. PIV (unprotected), + cockwarming with minimal dom/sub tones. Seriously, minors gtfo of here.

Three weeks.

Your boys had been gone for three weeks. Some mission in Manila that Khonshu had sent them on, more than likely a wild goose chase. You missed them. Save for a few cryptic texts from Steven assuring you that they were safe, you’d had no contact with them since they left. It was a suspiciously long time for your boys to be gone; you hoped that nothing had gone wrong.

It was just before sun-up when you heard the familiar scrape of the key opening your front door. You’d fallen asleep on the couch, book-in-hand, and several lamps still on through the apartment. After the first couple of days, you’d been finding it harder and harder to fall asleep at night in your empty, cold bed. You’d gone through a half dozen of Steven’s books, desperate to distract yourself from wondering what dangers your beloved men must be dealing with.

You were at the door before he even managed to undo all the locks, relief coursing through you and gifting you with enough adrenaline to lift a small horse. You jumped into his arms the very second the door swung open, not even stopping to look for a sign of who was fronting in the body.

“Thank God you’re okay,” You moaned gratefully into his ear, your arms holding him tight enough to steal his breath. He let out a low chuckle, stumbling forward into your weight. He seamlessly shut the door behind him, reciprocating your embrace.

“Por supuesto que estamos bien, cariño,” Jake murmured into your hair. Of course we’re okay. This brought you a bit of confusion. Not often was Jake at the front after a long, dangerous mission. He typically dipped out for a while, having spent all his energy on the battle at hand. Perhaps this was a sign that the mission had gone better than anticipated. “You know you’re squeezing the life out of me, right?”

“Sorry.” You pulled away from him, taking time now to study the condition he was in. The body seemed fine as always, though it likely had taken several beatings along the journey. Khonshu’s armor erased all signs of that, though. Jake stood before you as healthy as ever, save for his obvious exhaustion. You wondered when he’d eaten last; his hands shook slightly against your skin. “Can I cook something for you?”

“No thanks, babe,” He took your hand in his as he headed toward the kitchen. He dug for a moment in the cabinet above the stove until he found a box of old, probably stale Pop-Tarts. “I’m just gonna grab a bite and head for bed.”

“You mind telling me about your trip? I’ve been worried sick, you know.”

“There’s not that much to tell. We went, we did our job, we left. Pretty uneventful if you ask me. Didn’t even have to get my hands dirty.” He swallowed half of a tart in a single bite. It seemed to be the first food he’d eaten in a while, judging by the way he ignored the obviously out-of-date crumbling of the frosting. He flopped onto the couch dramatically, throwing his head back with a sigh. “I actually found it pretty boring.”

“Is that why you’re the one in front? You’re so bored that you need to stick around for a while?”

“I’m champing at the bit, hermosa.” He held his arms out as you sat down beside him, pressing your weight into his chest. You were both so damn tired, but neither of you would dare go to sleep without savoring your reunion for a bit first. “The other two said that I’m driving ‘em crazy. They’re way back in the headspace somewhere. They got more than enough out of the trip. I guess boring detective work is more fulfilling for them. They’re probably gone for a few days.”

“A few days? Not even gonna pop out to say hi to me?” You relaxed your stance as you melted into his grasp, one of his arms wrapped around you while the other hand held his sugary snack. It wasn’t often that missions ended up this way; they were usually Jake’s opportunity to expel his energy, often violently.

“Sorry, baby. I don’t know what to tell you.” He popped the last bite into his mouth, groaning dramatically as he wrapped his other arm around you. Jake savored your weight on his chest. You were like his own personal weighted blanket, offering a feeling of protection and much-needed warmth.

“S’okay. I have you to keep me company. I’m off work today, just so you know.” He raised his eyebrow at that last bit as you turned your head to look at him. There was so much tension in his body, you could feel him struggling to make himself relax. “Anything fun you want to do?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m fucking tired right now.” Jake let out an exasperated laugh. His face was painted with a look of slight concern. “You’ll still be here when I wake up?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Papi.”

~~~

It was nearly noon when you stirred awake again. Still lying on top of Jake, you awoke to a slight aching in your back. You tried not to disturb him as you gently lifted your weight but, despite your best efforts, he began to stir underneath you.

“Something wrong?” He mumbled as you got to your feet, eyes still closed and hands lazily sliding off you.

“No, baby. Go back to sleep.” You whispered. Sunlight illuminated the room far brighter than you were expecting. You cut off the lamp closest to you, trying to preserve Jake’s slumber. As you headed toward the bathroom, your mind began to wander, planning for the day ahead.

Jake hadn’t been around in a while. Of course, he’d been gone for three weeks, but it was more than that. You hadn’t gotten any one-on-one moments with him in a long time. There was always something in the way, whether that be work, family, missions, whatever. Jake just hadn’t been able to spend much time with you. You longed for him—a truth you wouldn’t dare admit to the others. You always accepted whoever decided to front and when. Marc and Steven meant just as much to you and you’d never imply anything different. You just had seen so much more of them than you had of Jake over the last few months.

This was your chance to spend time with him. He provided such a different kind of companionship than you were used to having. Jake Lockley was unhinged, erratic and downright batshit crazy. He was annoyed by the simple things, averse to the mundane and forever chasing the highs brought by violence, partying, and chaos. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and wildly intimidating.

Except with you, that is.

Jake was always gentle for his princess. He showed you a softness the rest of the world would never have the privilege to experience. When Jake was with you, he held the universe in his hands. There was no need for guarding, no anger, no shame, and no fear. There was just you, the love of his life, ready to accept him at his most vulnerable and indulge his most intimate desires. Today was the perfect opportunity for that.

You quickly brushed your teeth before returning to the sitting room where you found the couch to be empty. A low humming echoed from the kitchen, the familiar sound of Jake’s favorite hymn ringing in your ears. He was rummaging through the fridge, trying to find some food that would provide him more nutrition than just pure sugar. You were ashamed of the fact that there was nothing much there for him to choose from; you had been too stressed to eat much while they were away. You hadn’t gone shopping in weeks.

“We’ll have to order out, dulzura.” You came up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. He leaned into your touch. “I can get a pizza delivered.”

“Hmm, that sounds great,” He cooed. “I don’t really want to leave the apartment today.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

The rest of the morning went on fairly quietly. Jake hopped into the shower while you ordered a large pizza and breadsticks, plus a cookie-pie dessert you knew you’d both eat too much of. You wanted as few distractions as possible today. Just you and your Jake, some quality time away from the world. He would be happy to indulge your wishes.

“How long ‘till the food’s here?” Jake emerged from your room in only his towel. His hair was sopping wet, droplets falling from the slick black curls. His body was toned, abs protruding as he was likely dehydrated from the work of his mission. You ran the pads of your fingers along his belly, not attempting to hide the way you ogled at his brass-colored skin. A smug smile grew across his face.

“A few minutes. You’ve got time to get dressed.” He trailed his hand up along your arm, planting a ginger kiss on your lips. “Though I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

“I’ll put on boxers at least.” Jake shook his head as he turned back toward the bedroom, sprinkling your face and neck with tiny drops of water from his hair. You scoffed at the cool feeling on your skin, drawing a quite giggle from him as he walked away. “We have any beers cold?”

“Why? Are we day drinking?” You heard the doorbell ring, queueing your stomach to growl as you headed for the door.

“Of course we are. I just came back from a near-death experience, didn’t I?”

“When isn’t that true?” You whispered under your breath as you opened the door for the delivery boy. He was barely old enough to drive, judging by his looks, and he gave you an awkward smile as you traded the cash in your hand for the couple of boxes in his. “Keep the change, kid.”

“Thanks.” You breathed in the scent of the dough as you re-clicked the lock in its place. You hadn’t realized just how hungry you were, the smell of the hand-tossed pizza making you ravenous for the food. Grabbing two plates from the cupboard, you stopped at the fridge to retrieve two beers from the bottom shelf. Jake shuffled into the room as you reached the table, dressed only in a pair of charcoal-gray boxers as promised. He snagged a beer in one hand before heading for the couch, using the other to precariously balance the stack of boxes.

“I’ve really missed you, you know.” All you wanted now was to snuggle up with him, eat your food, and watch a low-quality movie. Jake was a sucker for rom-coms, though he would never admit that under any amount of duress. You clicked through the channels as he stuffed his face with bread and cheese, landing on a showing of The Princess Bride. This would be perfect for him; he’d already seen it anyway, so all the more chance that you’d get to pay attention to him.

“I’ve missed you too, mi vida. So much.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, careful not to restrain your movements as you bit a large chunk out of the slice in your hand. It was delicious food, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice, much more enamored with the man holding onto you. Instinctively, you moved further into his grasp.

“You’re so soft, papi.” You couldn’t get close enough to him. All you wanted was for him to hold onto you, but even now with his undivided attention, you craved more of his touch. Endlessly more.

“¡tonterías! I’m a big, strong man. I’m a warrior.” You heard the grin in his voice, though your face was pressed into his neck. You wanted to grab his shirt by fistfuls; there was still so much space between the two of you.

“Mmm. Sure you are.” There was a longing in your words, evident in the delirium of your movements against your lover. You had scarfed down your pizza, barely taking time to savor the taste, and now no distraction was there to keep you from your insatiable longing for him.

Before long, the movie only served to annoy you. Jake seemed to be paying too much attention to the screen and not enough to you. It was infuriating. You tried for several minutes to distract him with alluring touches, but your patience ran thin, resulting in you grabbing the remote and straight-up turning the television off altogether.

“What was that for?” He murmured through a confused laugh. His smile turned to bewilderment as he saw the pouty look on your face.

“I just want you.” That was the only way you could think to say it. It was true. You just wanted him.

“I’m right here, baby.”

“More of you. Please.” His chest shuddered underneath you. Those were fighting words, and he knew it. You wanted more of him? Better be prepared for him to go all out. Jake Lockley didn’t hold anything back, especially when you begged him so sweetly.

He slammed his lips into yours, tongue not hesitating to part your lips with feverish delight. He kissed you roughly, yet sweetly. He could never get enough of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Jake pulled you to your feet, lips never parting from yours as the both of your stumbled toward the bedroom door. He braced your scalp with his hand, ensuring you wouldn’t bump your head on the doorframe as the two of you blindly migrated to the bed.

You barely pulled away for breath. Jake wasted no time in using the opening to remove your shirt. You savored the texture of his calloused fingertips running along the length of your torso. Goosebumps followed his touch, your breath hitching as the cotton fabric came up over your head. Jake tossed the shirt to the side, pressing you backward until your knees hit the mattress.

His lips were back on you in an instant, exploring your throat as you snaked a frantic hand into his still-wet mop of curls. You tugged desperately at his scalp, drawing high-pitched whimpers from his mouth, which vibrated perfectly against your skin. The room was spinning and you were burning hot, your desire outrunning your body as you pressed your hips up into his. He pressed you down onto the bed, holding you down with his weight and sucking marks all along your chest.

Jake was often one to make love gently, but neither of you quite had the patience for that tonight. He dug his blunt nails into your skin as you continued to grind up against him, tightness growing in his boxers as a familiar heat flooded your core. You just needed to get closer, to feel every part of him at once. Your rational brain knew that something like that wasn’t possible, but rationality had left the scene ages ago. There was only primal instinct left. A raw desire that ate away at both of you with no restraint. You missed him so fucking much.

“C’mon, babe—” You didn’t know what you were begging for, all you knew was that you couldn’t get close enough to him. There were too many layers of clothes between you—your bra, his boxers, your panties, your leggings. It all had to come off, right now. The words were lost in your brain. “Please.”

“Sit up, mi vida.” Jake coaxed your body up from the mattress. Swiftly, he unhooked your bra and guided the straps off of your arms, his mouth still hungrily exploring your own. He was just as desperate as you, no doubt touch-starved and thankful for any attention that wasn’t aimed at ending his life. He squeezed your breast tenderly, hesitating in his strength as you leaned into his touch. Jake never wanted to hurt you, but you often left his bed covered in bruises. That was the way you liked it, to be fair.

The rest of your clothes were off in a matter of seconds. By now, his erection was plainly outlined underneath the thin layer of cotton. You were growing more impatient, not that he was any more well-reserved. It wasn’t long before the boxers came off, too.

He tried to hold back his strength as he started to slowly fuck you into the mattress. You didn’t mind the lack of foreplay; right now, it’d be more annoying than anything. You were soaking wet for him anyway. His thrusts were agile and deep, filling you with a warmth that you’d forgotten existed over the past couple of weeks. You trailed your nails along his back, not even trying to restrain the heartfelt moans that fell from your lips.

Jake was gradually letting himself go. That’s how things normally unfolded. His breath caught in his throat more often as he persisted in his pace, his grip tighter on your skin and his whimpers growing more unfettered. He was becoming more rough, ramming into you with more force and giving less forethought to the marks he made along your skin. You drank him in with absolutely no complaint.

You had orgasmed twice before he finally came, pulling out at the last second to coat your stomach in hot strings of white. It took you both a while to catch your breath. He was the first to sit up, surveying the damage he’d done to your body. You relished the sight above you; Jake was absolutely mad with desire, though also flooded with content.

“We should get you into the shower.” His voice was light, almost with a teenage-like innocence. It was a surefire sign of his ecstasy. You knew the sweet-talking would follow; Jake always fell apart for you after sex. It was when he was the least guarded, letting no walls remain between the two of you.

“Come on, cariño.” He supported your weight as he coaxed you up from the bed and onto your feet. You felt like you were floating, but in reality you just couldn’t feel your legs. It didn’t take such for him to lead you into the bathroom; he was plenty strong enough to hold you up all on his own. “I’ve got you.”

You glanced in the mirror as he turned on the shower. It was a sight to behold; you were disheveled beyond a reasonable degree. Angry dark spots peppered your front, including handprints on your shoulders and under your breasts. He hadn’t meant to do this to you; he was just so caught up in how you felt. But he hadn’t gotten off easy himself, either.

His lips were swollen and dark, no doubt from all the abuse they had taken from yours. Raised scarlet lines fell parallel down his back, some parts beaded with droplets of blood where your nails had dug in too hard. Jake appreciated those marks. In his line of work, cuts and bruises were entirely something else, but he didn’t experience those. After a session with you, he’d make the boys avoid the suit for as long as possible just to preserve the artwork your hands and mouth had left on him.

“Didn’t you just shower, papi?” Your voice was dazed as it erupted from your throat. You were having a slow time coming down, the feeling gradually returning to your thighs.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t stay clean for long, did I?” Jake sent a seamless wink at you as he pulled two towels out from the cabinet. His face was blushing red, mixing gorgeously with the copper and olive tones of his skin. He led you into the shower first, helping you step over the side of the tub as you regained proper use of your legs. You tried to tug him in after you, serving only to make yourself slip.

“Easy there, baby,” He scoffed with a grin as he held you upright, stepping in beside you with more calculated movement. The warm water felt marvelous on your body, but you heard Jake hiss as it made contact with the broken skin on his back.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, pressing yourself into his chest. He felt so good against you, every other thought in your head was far away. Jake melted into your touch, relaxing against the steaming-hot water.

“Don’t apologize. I couldn’t be happier right now, mi vida. I fucking love it when you mark me up.” You were running up the water bill, but you couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. You could stand here for eternity, wrapped in his embrace and listening to the gruff, velvet sound of his voice. The world didn’t quite work that way, though. “Turn around. Let me wash you off, okay?”

“Hmm.” Your little noise was somewhere between protest and thankfulness. You weren’t meaning to make him do all the work, but he was more than happy to feel you up for a little while longer. Little hums escaped his lips as he massaged body wash into your skin, careful to avoid the angry marks he had left on your most sensitive places.

Jake wouldn’t admit that he was good at singing. He knew he could carry a tune and that you’d love to listen to the sound, but he was conveniently unaware of the beauty of his voice. Of course, that didn’t keep him from using it; he’d torture anyone at a karaoke bar whenever given the chance—and a few strong drinks. But he saved the humming for you. If he wasn’t alone in his cab or absentmindedly doing his work, there was no other person who had the privilege of hearing his soft, wordless recounts of his favorite slow songs.

You whimpered as he turned the knob on the faucet; the absence of water allowing cold air to creep across your exposed skin. Jake wrapped his arms around you from behind, peppering gentle kisses across your cheek and along your jaw. The soft noise from his lips continued, a Guatemalan hymn he considered integral to his being. He couldn’t remember where he had learned it, but it brought him a domestic comfort he would never part with.

“I wish that we could stay here forever.” The sentence escaped your mouth without much forethought from you. He chuckled softly against your skin as he unfolded your towel. You were starting to comprehend the soreness left behind by his touch, the towel too rough against your skin where it was beginning to discolor.

“Trust me, honey. I feel the same way.” He draped the towel over your shoulders, wrapping his own around his waist as an afterthought. You tried to hold the fabric together with one hand as you used the other to feel along his neck. “You’re so fucking good to me. I never want to go without you.”

You wished you could say that he didn’t have to. He had a job to do, though. One that was bigger than you both. Luckily, for now, you existed in a pocket of time and space. There was nothing here but you and him, a creaky bed and some cheap, cold pizza. It was all either of you needed and it was perfect.

You dropped your towel as you crawled back into the bed. Exhaustion lingered in the both of you, now amplified by soreness and post-sex melatonin. You didn’t care that you’d be dampening the sheets; like many other things today, it was only an afterthought. If you’d thought of it sooner, you would have offered Jake the part of little spoon. He was ahead of you, though, enveloping you in his muscular grasp as you curled under the covers, his head pressed up against your neck, his hands massaging your battered skin.

“I should be doing that to you. You’re the one that just came back from Manila.” You shuffled onto your back, tired of not seeing his face. His eyes were filled with adoring tenderness, the deep brown glistening with nothing but love.

“Don’t even start. You know I’m not hurt.” Jake’s expression was innocent, blissful and unafraid. “Khonshu takes good care of me. Not as good as you, but still. I’m fine.”

“Physically fine.” There was something off about this mission, and he knew you’d noticed. Three weeks away, and Jake had told you no violence was involved. What kind of game was that old bird playing? You couldn’t allow him to bottle this up. “How do you feel, though? I mean, not the material kind. What happened while you were away? Something is up with you, I know.”

He avoided looking into your eyes, resignation threatening to takeover his face. He’d hoped you wouldn’t ask about that, and normally you wouldn’t. It wasn’t an easy thing to discuss. But you feared he was holding something in, something that was hurting him. Hurting all three of them, perhaps.

“Jake, baby. I know things are different for you, but you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on. I haven’t seen you in almost a month. We haven’t spent time together in such a long while.”

“Do we have to do this right now?” His eyes were pleading. Things were going so well and he did not want to be drawn back to that god-forsaken mission. “I love you so much, mi amor.”

“I love you, too. And I miss you. I miss talking to you.” You turned to face him completely now, body flush with his. He almost cowered from your touch. “I just don’t want you to be in pain and I don’t know what you need.”

“I just need you.” He leaned into your touch, but it was disingenuous and artificial. Jake needed a distraction from these past few weeks. Not that that was all you were to him—a distraction. You were much more than that. “Please don’t make me talk about this.”

“I can’t make you do anything, love.” Your laugh attempted to be lighthearted, but it was perverted by awkwardness and worry. “I don’t want you to hold anything in, though. This stuff can eat away at you.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t wanna do this right now. We’re doing so good.”

“I know.” You couldn’t ruin this for him. If he wanted to talk, he’d talk. If he wanted to do something else, there wasn’t anything you could do to stop him. And you wouldn’t try. But you would make him take what he needed from you. “Can you hold me a bit tighter, papi?”

“Anything for you.” Jake squeezed you to his chest, feeling the trail of your breath over his skin as it sent warmth up and around his neck. “I fucking love you so much.”

There it was. The aforementioned sweet talking. He never failed to let his feelings show through after he got all of the roughness out. Everything else was left behind.

“This mission kicked my ass.” He said the words with a great deal of hesitation, like they were choking him on the way out. You felt some tension leave him, though, after he uttered the little vulnerable phrase. That was good. He certainly needed a little relief.

“You don’t have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable.” You ran your fingers up through his hair. Of course you wanted him to share his life with you, but you didn’t want him to feel forced to do so. “But I’m listening. Whatever you need to say.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. We all came back in one piece, you know?” You nodded, not daring to interrupt. He seemed relieved that you had nothing to add. You just listened. “I can’t talk to Steven or Marc about this.”

“Why’s that?” The words were inaudible, but he understood as he watched you mouth them out. What kind of mission would leave Jake feeling so isolated?

“I can’t find them.” His voice broke. Your heart jumped forward and down into your stomach. You didn’t press, but he pushed on through the tears threatening to break free. “I haven’t heard from them in days. Which is fine, I guess. I think that’s what I’m here for. To deal with things when they become too much for them. But I can’t deal with this. I mean… I don’t know where to start.”

You were desperate to know more, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to explain. All you could provide for him was support, and he would ask of you what he thought he needed. You were out of your element here. A single tear ran horizontally down his face, pooling at the side of his nose as he tried to blink a second one away.

What could make Jake Lockley cry?

“I didn’t lie before. I never got my hands dirty. That’s part of the problem I guess.”

“What do you mean?” You were fighting back tears, too, by now. You couldn’t stand the sight of him so wrecked.

“There was just… nothing. For days.” He seemed unable to find the right words. Jake couldn’t bear to worry you, but he had to find a way to get this off of his chest. If the others weren’t there, what solace did he have but the safety that you offered him?

“We got ambushed two weeks in. I don’t know how it happened—I’m not blaming any of us. Even Khonshu. It doesn’t matter. We were in a bad way.” You listened intently as he warmed up to the use of his voice. He allowed his tears to flow freely, finding it easier to talk if he wasn’t also trying to hold them back.

“We were trapped in a dark place. The three of us traded the body, trying to find a way to escape. We were alone, but others were there. Outside the walls. Men were coming to interrogate us but we could never find the upper hand. I almost thought we weren’t going to make it.”

His breath shuddered and yours hitched along with it. You pondered the idea of them in mortal danger, chasing some goal they likely knew nothing about. You tugged him closer just at the thought.

“It wasn’t that, though. We’ve been too close to death plenty of times before. It was the others.”

He swallowed thickly, unsure if he could continue.

“Others?”

“We could… hear them. I only caught bits and pieces. We were so tired. Hungry. Confused. Sometimes we didn’t even know who was at the front, or even if there was a front. We could just listen in the darkness. Hear the pain that they inflicted on others. I guess we weren’t the only ones they needed information from.”

You began to feel sick on your stomach. Steadying your breath, you tried to hide the way his words sent a burning shiver up your spine. He needed you to listen.

“There was nothing we could do. I’m sure I heard a dozen gunshots. Heard them dragging bodies away outside my door. We could only wait for an opening to escape. It wasn’t so bad, but then…”

You held your breath. He seemed to be holding his, too.

“It’s okay. It’s just a memory, right? You can tell me.”

“There was a voice. A little voice.”

Oh God. Everything was making sense now, but what devastation came with that understanding.

“She was so young. So scared. I didn’t know what to do. Marc was gone the second we heard her. Steven stuck around for a while, but he couldn’t bear the sounds. I guess that only left me.”

“I’m so sorry.” You clutched his skin as tightly as you could muster, trying to make a protective layer around him. It was all you could do, but you felt that you had to do it.

“That‘s what I’m here for, right? To keep the boys away from that. To protect them from reliving the harm.”

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to be living it.”

“I just felt so alone.” The words were broken by a brutal sob. Jake squeezed his eyes shut, feeling betrayed by the emotions of his body. “I couldn’t find anything. Or anyone. And I kept hearing her voice.”

You massaged small circles into his scalp. Sobs continued to rip through him, forcing tears onto the pillow and stealing the rhythm from his breath.

“When Khonshu came around, she was already gone. Everyone was gone. I tried to search the place, but I was so weak, even with his help.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I couldn’t feel anything. I was so angry, but so… empty. Like I was being held underwater. I just followed his orders until I wasn’t trapped anymore. There wasn’t anything else that I could do.”

“And that’s when you came home?”

“I guess. I don’t remember that much, but I know that I was alone. I’m fucking tired, mi vida. I got my ass kicked and people got hurt.”

“But that wasn’t your fault.” It made so much sense now. A trigger like that would leave Marc shaken for weeks, even if he had successfully dipped before he got the brunt of it. Steven was there for him, made to take the emotionally protective role, but he was no match for a hostage situation like that. He understood mind over matter, but he was not a soldier. That was where Jake came in.

“But I was there. And there was nothing but pain and solitude. I had to do my goddamn job.”

“You did what you could.” You thought of what Steven would say. He must be really upset to leave Jake to fend for himself like that. And your poor Marc. There was no way that he was alright. Jake was probably right; they’d both be far back in the headspace for a while.

“Baby?” He sounded so small. So timid.

“Yes, Jake?”

“I love you.” The sobs were calmer now, but the tears ran unrestrained from his eyes. He really was so damn tired, it was evident all over his face. This line of work was so rewarding, but that was only when he won. Even then, the reward often came alongside great loss.

“I love you, too. I’ve got you.” You pulled him in tighter. It was getting harder to find a way to physically pull him closer to you. He resigned himself to your grasp. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

It took a long while for him to relax. The sobs ran their course with no fighting from him. You figured that was for the best; the more he let it out now, the less it would eat away at him as he and the boys started to heal. He was quiet for a long time. You tried to keep a steady rhythm of massaging his scalp and back. It seemed to help him calm down.

“I kept dreaming that I was here, with you.” He whispered, his breathing now steady enough to talk. “But then I would wake up and it would be cold. And I couldn’t reach out and touch you.”

“I’m here now. You’re okay. You’re here with me.”

“It wasn’t even naughty or anything. I just imagined your weight on my skin, keeping me warm whenever I closed my eyes.”

“I’ll keep you warm. I promise.”

He was so thankful for you. The pain could melt away while you were there. Time could heal all of his wounds, but you could take the hurt and turn it into something new altogether. Even the worst moments were somehow bittersweet when he shared them with you.

For half an hour you sat in silence. You allowed your arms to slow to a stop, no longer drawing circles on his skin. He moved occasionally, re-orienting his grip when he felt he was drifting away from you. His hands explored you like he’d never felt you before. He savored every sensory feeling that your body sent into his jumbled brain.

“You’re warm.” Jake whimpered into your skin. He seemed dissatisfied, unable to get close enough to you. You pulled the cover up a few inches, hoping that could serve to fulfill his need. “Come here.”

“Jake, I’m as close as I can get.” You weren't scolding him; you honestly felt bad that you couldn’t somehow find more ways to make contact with his skin. “I don‘t know what else to do.”

“I do.” He snaked his arms around your waist, hoisting you up on top of him as he fell onto his back. You covered him like a blanket, one arm crushed underneath him as you still held a handful of curls. A soft giggle escaped your lips. A satisfied sigh escaped from his.

“Is this better?” He hummed in approval, letting gravity push him further into the mattress. “If not, I have an idea.”

Jake raised his eyebrow at you, eyes still closed as he blissfully took in the newfound pressure.

“I’m all ears.”

“I’ve never tried it before…” You lifted off of him ever-so-slightly. “But I’ve heard that it’s a great way to keep warm.”

Your free hand migrated down past your waist, grazing across his thigh. Jake’s eyes darted open, face flushing red as you pressed your hand down onto his hip.

“You mean—you’re just gonna… sit there?” His eyes were wide but there wasn’t a hint of complaint. You took him into your hand gingerly and he jutted underneath your grip.

“Well, lie here. Is that okay with you?” You’d never seen the appeal of cockwarming before. It seemed to be a form of torture for every party involved. Now though, the desire was beginning to make some sense. There were some logistical problems, however.

“I don’t think it works like that.” You began to palm at his length, your weight on him at an angle that prevented him from squirming too much underneath you. “You’re just gonna make me impatient.”

“It’ll be good for you, I swear.” Jake was growing hard underneath you, your hand working between your legs and the rest of you holding him down. You planted your knees on either side of him for some leverage.

“Whatever you say. You can’t be mad if I don’t keep still, though.” He pressed his hands into the skin above your hips, trying and failing to keep from bucking up into your wrist.

“Of course not. I’m trying to help you out. You do what you feel is best, okay?” It took less than a minute after that for him to reach a full erection. Jake was obviously focusing on his breathing, tensing his body as much as possible to try and stay still. You lowered yourself slowly at first, satisfied with how his chest shuddered as you sunk down.

And then you were still.

It was an odd feeling. You were plenty warm, but not in a normal way. Your skin felt like it was on fire. Judging by the desperate look on his face, Jake was more than warm enough, too. You tilted your hips at an agonizing pace, returning to your position of laying down on top of him. You felt him twitching inside you.

“Warm enough?” You whispered to him. His breath was choked.

“You could say that.”

To you, the feeling was bliss. You felt complete, two halves of a whole fitted perfectly together. It was decidedly less perfect for him, but he enjoyed the challenge. The task of remaining still distracted him from his other worries. Plus, you felt so fucking good around him.

“Babe, I can’t stay like this for long.” You could tell he didn’t want to disappoint. Jake was clenching and unclenching his fists, unable to find a release for his tension. You wanted to stay here longer, but you wouldn’t ask that of him at his expense.

“Do whatever you need to, papi.” You let him shift your weight so that he had more control. He contemplated his next move for a bit, allowing you to savor the feeling for just a little while longer. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it; he craved the closeness to you and had no qualms with your creative suggestion. He just couldn’t hold himself together. He needed release.

“Can you move for me?” He asked in a sheepish voice. He was trying so hard to please, he figured maybe you’d be more satisfied if you got to do it yourself. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I can do that.” You lifted back up, regaining your leverage and planting your knees. You rolled into him carefully, drawing out a long groan from the deepest part of his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’ll take care of you, babe.”

You didn’t care much about your own pleasure as you rocked against him, focused more on giving him the sweet release that he clearly needed so much. There was more than lust pent up inside of him; he needed every kind of connection to you that he could find.

Small gasps escaped your lips, but you stifled them enough that they didn’t drown out Jake’s whimpers and delirious little noises of bliss. It didn’t take him long; he had given himself completely to you. He matched your pattern by bucking his hips up into you, chasing his high.

Instead of leaving you bruises the way he had a few hours ago, he grabbed the hand of yours that wasn’t working to hold you upright. Interlocking your fingers, Jake held onto you as he reached his orgasm, his hips stilling. He didn’t move. Didn’t pull out.

Jake brandished a very lazy, cheeky half-smile.

“I’m good. You can stay there, now.” He pulled you back down so that you were pressing into his chest again. His voice was near-silent. “I’m warm enough now.”

“You’re a goof.” There was no tension in you; you’d gotten exactly what you wanted from him. And he’d received the very same from you. Both of your bodies were more relaxed than they’d been in multiple weeks.

“You love me.” Jake breathed a very content sigh, wrapping his arms up around your back.

“You’re right. I do.”

A couple minutes passed before you felt the need to wiggle your hips away from his. You were sure you were crushing him, but he made no complaint as you were sprawled out above him. You opted to curl up at his side, head on top of his chest and arms wrapped around his waist. Your legs were intertwined with his.

“What a fucking day, huh?” You could hear in his voice that Jake was very nearly asleep. The sun hadn’t even set yet; there was still plenty of daylight ahead. But that mattered little to you now.

“I can take tomorrow off, too, if you would like.” You let your own exhaustion wave over you. It had been a fucking day.

“Oh yeah. I would like that.”

“Well, then so it shall be.”

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hello friend, is it alright if i request short headcanons about childhood friends to lovers with margaery and/or sansa? I need more sansa and margaery content, their tags are dead silent 😭😭😔. I hope this is okay and hope you have a good day/night.

Sapphic friends to lovers ................ my weakness ........ okay you didnt specify if it was so I assumed, LOL. This is more childhood crushes n' friendships cause its cute, damn it.

(((also im including my favorite dornish ladies bc i can)))

🐺Sansa Stark🐺

You, Sansa and Jeyne become "the little ladies" of Winterfell, a close trio of friends who are often together. While Sansa seems to be the leader, she very much looks to you for guidance, even if you're younger. She's often hung on your opinion and thoughts, and if you did the same for her, you both would be talking in circles about what to do before Jeyne would interrupt and suggest a third thing, lest you two talk all day.

Sansa starts to admire things you fancy, even if she doesn't always understand why you like them - say for example, swords or bugs. She admires you, too, though that's obvious, and she's childishly delighted when you agree with her thoughts. When old nan tells stories about knights and princesses, in Sansa's mind, the knights always seem to have eyes like your's.

And while Sansa often daydreams about being a married Lady, just like her mother, sometimes a worry interrupts her thoughts. Won't you need to be married too? Doesn't that mean you'll have to go away? No, no, it's fine, you'll just visit and write to her. Sansa makes you promise to do so several times.

If you're of a much lesser rank than her, she's heartened by the thought of you being her handmaiden instead. Proper ladies need proper handmaidens, after all. Then you two wouldn't have to part at all! Whenever she's expressed these worries to her mother, Catlyn gently tells Sansa that it's just the way of things, and she'll find new companions and friends in her future husband's house. Sansa retorts she doesn't want new ones, she wants you.

Sansa likes to fuss about with your clothes and hair, just like her mother fusses with her's. If you aren't a girly type or appreciate touching, this can be exhausting. More than once you two have bickered because she wants to keep trying different hairstyles and you want to do something else. Jeyne or even Arya are the ones who interrupt it.

Speaking of Arya, if you're the type of little lady whose closer in personality and temperament, she's quite fond of you. Sansa can't help but feel jealous, even if she knows it's silly. And when she scolds Arya for something unladylike, and Arya retorts "but YN does it!", Sansa just huffs. "That's different!" "How is it different?" "It - it just is!"

Sansa would also pout if you play with the boys instead of her, especially if you're a little older. She very carefully walk through the mud in the sword yard or brave the high parts of Winterfell's walls where you're hanging about with Robb, Jon and Theon. She wants to remind you it isn't proper, but then you might send her away, so she just huffs and deals with it. If she's feeling clever, she'll claim she needs you for something right this minute and drag you off.

(The boys notice this behavior and think it's pretty funny. Robb knows all he has to do is tease you and Sansa will RUSH over to your defense)

Naturally, you're going with Sansa when she has to leave for King's Landing. It'll be so wonderful! She has so many fancies of being a Queen and you her handmaiden, and that means you can always stay by her side. And apart from that, there will be so many amazing things to see and do. She can hardly keep still at the thought, and spills it all you to, hoping you'll agree. Arya thinks her sister will be too preoccupied with you to care about princes or knights, but she's just fine with that. Better you than that awful prince and his dog.

🏵Margaery Tyrell🏵

She knew you were different from the start. Margaery has always had an endless stream of companions, from her cousins to the daughters of her mother's handmaidens. There was something so different about you though, and she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Being a charming little girl, it wasn't hard for Margaery to find out about you from the servants and other cousins. What you liked, where you were from, what your parents are like, and so on. Maybe if she shows an interest in these things, you'll be more inclined to play with her.

(You both being children, it really doesn't take much for you to want to play with her. Margaery forgets about using her gathered facts and just has fun).

Hanging out with her means playing with allll her cousins and companions too. Huge games of chase in the gardens, elaborate and dramatic plays, big tea parties with over-dressed dolls. The consistent thing is you're always Margaery's "pick" - you sit next to her, you play the knight if she's the princess, your doll is the sister of her doll so they can't be separated. Even in competitive games, she's more likely to team up with you than play against you. There's been more than a few girls who complained of you being the favorite, which Margaery doesn't deny.

If you're the sort of girl who prefers playing swords and being outside, Margaery adapts to that. She'll drag Loras along (he'll never turn down a mock sword fight), and sometimes he sneaks training swords out of the armory. Sometimes you're the villain who steals Margaery away, and Loras is the knight getting her back. Sometimes she demands you two switch roles 'so YN can keep me this time!'. You end up close to Loras, too.

She's used to being made much of by servants and companions alike, but no praise holds as much weight as your's, except maybe her mother's. She can become quite prideful if you're always praising her virtues and admiring her. Margaery is much the same with you, and she's always been physically affectionate. She likes holding hands, doing your hair, hugging and sharing a bed (though that's usually joined by a baby cousin or two). Highgarden is positively charmed by its little Lady Tyrell and her companion.

(Lady Olenna has notes you two are remarkably close, and that could probe useful in the future. She'd invite you two to her little private parties, often posing unusual riddles and questions to you.)

Being accomodating and considerate, Margaery is easy to get along with regardless if you're more social or more introverted. Being the former makes it easier to attend parties with her, and the latter means she'll be more understanding than most if you don't want to attend the endless feasts and social gatherings. She'll miss you, but she's delighted to be the exception - you may be sick of everyone else, but you'll let her stay (quietly) while you decompress. She'd be disappointed to be sent away, though she perks right up once you want to talk again.

Margaery figures she has some kind of crush as she gets older. Her other companions talk about boys in the same way she thinks about you. Margaery isn't opposed to boys, but she finds girls just as interesting, and you're the most interesting of all. She'd be a little hurt if you were chasing after some boy cousin of her's, or picked another girl over her. It takes her some time to formulate these thoughts and feelings. She has a gut feeling these aren't things you normally think if someone is just a friend. When she hears a wonderful love song one evening - one she's heard many times before, yet just now has it struck her - she begins to understand her feelings.

As she grows older, she underatands you can't truly be with her forever and ever. ... or could you? Important married ladies still get to have handmaidens. Would it trouble you to stay at her side? Would you rather have your own husband and family? These thoughts often bother Margaery. She goes to her grandmother with her troubles, and Lady Olenna is certainly inclined to help her favorite ...

⭐️Ashara Dayne⭐️

Though the Daynes were well-liked amongst the nobility of down, House Starfall was a quiet place. Ashara was a quiet girl, content to observe her more outgoing brother and parents visit with guests. Her parents felt a female companion might do her well, and Ashara was open to the idea. She liked playing with the many noble girls when they visited Sunspear, and there wasn't much in the way of playmates in Starfall. Most of the servant's children were too young or too old, or boys, which her father forbade.

Her big, purple eyes took you in when you arrived. She was a little distant at first, wanting to observe you first, but she was never impolite or cold. Regardless if your personality was more on her wavelength or a total opposite, she's amused by your habits and interests.

Sometimes you two will play long and imaginative games, sometimes you read something together in silence. Ashara likes it when you talk about something you're very passionate about, and you can draw similar conversation out of her. While she was never a shy child, her parents are pleased she's becoming more willing to talk to others. Sometimes she just gazes at you, and when you ask her what she's thinking of, she only shrugs. "Only you." Ashara often says odd things like that.

Being friends with Ashara means you're around Arthur a lot, in spite of the age gap. He's always kind and gracious to you, very "knightly" even. Many servants think you two will be trouble later on, but Arthur just sees you as a second sister. Many times he's thanked you for being Ashara's friend, and asks you to look after her safety.

She's not very affectionate, even with her brother, but she enjoys holding your hand and brushing your hair in the evening. During loud feasts and parties, she likes to take your arm and keep close so you don't lose each other.

Going to Sunspear is already exciting, and Ashara is the one introducing you to all the Martell cousins and other children, both highborn and lowborn. The both of you quickly make a trio with Princess Elia. You're either of similar temperment to the steady girls, or you're encouraging them to run about and play more. The three of you like to go off to your own games and little world, and this bond only strengthens each time you visit.

It might be Elia who helps Ashara put words to her feelings, once she's older and seriously thinking of them. Arthur has his two cents as well; gently warning his sister that you may not be with her forever. She hates to think of that, though she knows it's true. She's content to keep these feelings to herself. It would almost be worse if you felt the same, because then you'd both have to deal with the separation. Ashara hopes you don't think ill of her for wanting to stay quiet.

Reprieve comes in the form of the newly married Elia. As the future queen, she's expected to have handmaidens, and of course she'll want her childhood friends to accompany her. Her brothers Doran and Oberyn make it clear they only trust you and Ashara, anyway. Now you can have many precious years with Ashara, and not have to worry about marriages. For a while, anyway.

☀️Arianne Martell☀️

It's like you were meant to be her dearest friend. Your father was good friends with Doran Martell, so it only seemed natural that their daughters should be each other's companions. Arianne almost can't remember you not being there. You've always been a constant in her life, and you were different from her other companions or the Sand Snakes she considered sisters.

You two are notorious in Sunspear for your mischief, wether it's Arianne dragging you into it or you're just as bad. Prince Doran takes it in stride, as it's never truly malicious, and Uncle Oberyn only encourages it. Several times Doran has scolded you girls for being so mischevious to guests you dislike. Arianne gets most of the scolding - she's the eldest, and his heir, she ought to know better ... she never turns the blame on you, just teases that you owe her for covering for you.

There's always companions and cousins to play with, but you're second to none. Arianne makes this clear with her words and actions. You're to sit by her and hold her hand and are chosen first for her games. If you're competing with another child, Arianne is rooting for you and maybe helping you cheat.

She was your first kiss, too. It's when you were playing hide and seek around the vast orchards. Arianne found you, and gave you a quick kiss rather than saying "you're it!". Later she claimed it was to confuse you so she'd have more time to run, but maybe that wasn't the whole reason. When you bring it up years later as adults, she's both embarrassed at her childishness and a bit proud.

The downside to being her favorite is the jealousy. Not from the others - that's easy to deal with - it's if you're playing with someone else, especially a girl. More than once you and Arianne have gotten into arguments because she felt ignored. The little fight only lasts a few hours before you both make up, and Arianne is better about it once she's older.

Much of the jealousy stems from her being aware of her feelings early on. She knows they aren't feelings one has for a friend. Arianne is open about how she finds you the loveliest and the best, and she loves receiving the same praise in kind, but she wonders if you have the same feelings. She isn't ashamed of them, she knows girls can feel that way about girls - but she also knows only boys and girls can marry. It gives her much to think about.

She doesn't think about it long. Once she's Princess of Dorne, you can always stay by her side! Problem solved. She pitches the idea throughout your childhood. You'll never have to worry about a thing, she'll make sure of it. You both will always have the best gowns and go to the best parties and never have to part. It'll be like a dream.

Prince Doran is more than happy you and Arianne get along so well - you end up being like another daughter to him - he does often worry about her attachment. She can't expect you to always be there, and she doesn't want to listen to any talk of you leaving. Well, he figures she might see reason once she's grown ...

#yes i had to do emojis i regret nothing lol #sansa stark x reader #margaery tyrell x reader #ashara dayne x reader #arianne martell x reader #game of thrones x reader #libra headcanons

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OMG THIRST ASK YOU SAY? say no more, like just hear me out, I've been thinking of a reader who has unrequited feelings for diluc and so she's selling her soul to a devil which turns out to be none other than kaeya. Devil!kaeya agrees to help her get diluc but she doesn't know that part of the deal is to be kaeya's personal sex toy, so she tries to refuse him when he first tries to claim her.

(so basically non-con with devil!kaeya who promised to get reader together with diluc except the promise is just his excuse to claim reader for himself)

I hope you like the idea but also it's okay if you don't! Just know that there's no pressure at all, and I'd completely understand if you don't end up writing it ^^a

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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

CHARACTERS ; demon!kaeya alberich x fem!reader x diluc ragnvindr (one-sided)

CONTENT ; non-consensual smut, one-sided love, angst if you like Diluc, unrequited love (diluc), Kaeya makes a contract that isn't part of their deal, spitting, bondage, virginity taking, choking, non-consensual creampie, angst/no happy ending, kaeya is a sadist, praise/degradation, bit of blood (happens during first-times which is normal!), no aftercare, usage of "darling/cutie/princess/doll/bunny/baby"

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You can't help but feel a stab of pain in your chest. It's been months since you've tried to win Diluc's affection, and it's never goes as planned. What did he want in you that you didn't have? You made sure you didn't go too far, respecting his boundaries, praising him for his efforts, giving him gifts twice a week, and keeping his secret that he was the Dark Knight hero and you weren't even considered as his friend.

“Master Diluc, Miss [Y/N] has brought another gift for you-”

“Put it away.” he miffed, cleaning the last wine glass of the night.

“The mansion is overflowing with stuff I don’t even use. It’s better to throw out whatever she bought this time to save some space.” Adeline bites her lip. She notices your advances with Diluc and how hard you’ve worked to even gain a smile out of him but he doesn’t pay attention. Only thinking of you as a bother in his life.

You were desperate for him to love you back. Or even LIKE you back but he couldn’t. Well, better to rephrase that as “he did not want to”.

Though, Adeline didn’t throw it out. She instead walked to the exit of the mansion and gave the bag to you, you looked at her with a confused expression, “Did he not like it?”

“Darling, it’s not like he didn’t like it- It’s just that uhm…” she lengthens her statement, trying to think of an excuse to not hurt you in any way. “There wasn’t that much space to keep it.” It technically wasn’t a lie since you gave him lots of gifts that there was nowhere to keep it. But it still hurts you. You try to convince yourself that he does like you, love just takes time to match you together but it hurts when you know the truth.

Sighing, you gave Adeline a sad smile and took the bag into your arms. “I’m sorry, Miss [Y/N].” she apologizes but you shake your head. “No, it’s fine, Adeline.” you reassure her and pat her shoulder. “It’s about time I consider moving on from him but I can’t. I don’t know how.” you purse your lips in order for you not to let out a whimper.

She gulps, looking at you in a guilty manner before an idea pops up in her head. “I do have an idea for you. Though it’s most likely a bad idea for you to participate in it.”

You look up at her swiftly with wide eyes. “What is it?” you ask, rubbing your hands together. “Selling your soul to the Devil in exchange for what you want.” she says nervously but your expression didn’t falter one bit. Were you so in love with Diluc that you don’t even consider your own life on the line?

“Where can I find this devil? What do I do to meet him?”

“Wow, wow, there. Not so fast. You’re really considering this?” she inquired worryingly but you didn’t give her a response, only anticipating an answer that caused her to sweat. If everything goes wrong she’ll have herself to blame. All of this to fix your desire of having Diluc to like you back.

“Alright…” she sighs, grabbing a notepad from her dress as she starts writing on it and giving it to you. “Be careful.”

“One last candle…” you muttered, lighting up the last candle. You waved your match stick around before throwing it away. You stepped back and waited for something to happen but nothing did. Not even the candles getting blown out. You sighed at the circle of red paint and sat down on the floor. “Ah, so you summoned me?”

You let out a surprised shriek as you looked around frantically. Who in the hell just whispered to you?

“Well, that would be me.” the voice cited. You looked at the source to find that he was behind your standing mirror. He stared at you with a grin, showing his sharp fangs that are stained with… You don’t wanna assume if it was Dandelion Wine or blood. “Who are you?” you crawled back with furrowed brows at the man. “Name’s Kaeya. Kaeya Alberich. And you?”

“[Y/N].”

“So, darling, is there any reason why you summoned me?” the horned man raised his brow with a smirk, you stood up and tried to look confident. Tried to look like you weren’t intimidated by his presence despite the large body that was tainted with scars. “I wanna make a deal.”

“And that is?”

“I want to make a particular someone to fall in love with me in exchange for my soul.”

You didn’t notice his smile faltering a bit but he still kept it up, “Tell me who this person is. Maybe I could help if I know him.”

“His name is Diluc Ragnvindr.'' That name is all so familiar to him. In fact, he did meet him when he was summoned by Adeline. He didn’t like him one bit but he did enjoy making him angry. Making furniture fall on their own and ‘accidentally’ burning his food whenever he cooks.

“Lucky for you, making people fall in love with each other isn’t that hard at all. I might even make it come true with a cheaper price to pay.”

“Really?” oh how cute it was seeing your eyes lighting up. You forgot that you were making a deal with a literal devil and each deal has a price to pay. But sometimes each deal can't be kept.

“Really.” Kaeya smiles devilishly, summoning a contract by his side along with a feather stained with ink. “Just sign right here and our deal will be sealed.” he points at the empty space on the bottom right of the paper.

You were a dumb innocent little lamb that he wanted to corrupt. You didn’t even read what was even stated in the contract, too focused on the idea of Diluc loving you back that your desperation got the best of you. “And… Done!” you sang out.

Instantaneously, the paper and the feather glows into a bright light before disappearing. “When will it begin?” you lilted but your smile quickly dissipated when you felt something around your neck upon snapping his fingers. “Now.”

“H-huh?!” you stuttered, touching the choker around your neck but it quickly burned your fingers. “Ouch!”

“That choker looks cute on you.” he coos, walking towards you and admiring the accessory.

“This isn’t part of our deal!”

“It was part of the contract though.” you look at him in disbelief, you try pushing him away when he picks you up by the choker and pins you to the wall which makes you stop struggling. “You should know that you should never trust a devil, darling.”

You whimpered as he pushed you even deeper. You swore you were gonna lose your breath when he smashed his lips against yours, taking in every possible sound you were giving out. “I was a bit thankful you were too obsessed with Diluc to even read it.” Kaeya chuckles at your horrified expression. “Do you wanna know what our contract was?”

You shook your head, not wanting to know what he had in mind for you. “Well, you’ll find out enough, my doll. So why don’t I just tell you?” Again, you refused. Basically throwing angry and unwilling words at him as he just smirked at you struggling.

“Here,” he made the paper reappear again right in front of your face. Your eyes widened as you read every word on the note. You gulped in regret as tears started swelling the corners of your eyes when he gripped your cheeks, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Why don’t I give you a trial on how it’s like to be my new plaything, cutie?”

“No!” you pushed his hands away but he was way stronger than you, he gripped your wrists and kissed the back of your hand. With a sadistic grin, he threw your leg around his waist, and the other one, to the point you can feel his hard-on grinding on you. “Not wet? Not surprised but I’m a bit disappointed.”

You closed your eyes shut, not daring to say a thing. You tried to muffle out the sounds he was making and imagined Diluc was doing this to you instead. You try to ignore the reality that it was someone else, someone far worse. By simply thinking of him, you grew wet and you brushed your thighs together for some friction.

“Oh? You’re getting wet now?” he smirked teasingly, “Never knew I had such an effect on you.”

You gulped, he doesn’t know you’ve been thinking of someone else while he was trying to be intimate with you. “Aww, come on. Don’t get silent on me now~” he coos but you still remained quiet. Not wanting to give in to his fucked up fantasies.

Kaeya’s eyes darkened when you pursed your lips. That’s when he realized you were thinking of someone else because he knows that you wouldn’t instantly fall in love with someone like him. A manipulative demon who is most likely to stab you in the back. Which is exactly what he did to you.

“You’re making it difficult for me, princess.”

How many days has it passed? Adeline must’ve been worried about you when you didn’t visit the manor. Diluc could care less about your disappearance since he didn’t like you that much to be worried about you, right?

“There you are!” you hear a voice erupt from the hallway. That’s right, you’ve been living with this demon ever since the day you signed that contract. “I hope I wasn’t too rough last night, doll~” he hummed, admiring the dark bruises on your neck along with the new collar he made that fitted the dress you were wearing.

Last night was more than rough, it was torture having him be your first. The first to kiss you, the first to touch you suggestively, and the first to take your virginity. No matter how soft he cared for you after the session you still had a grudge against him for forcing himself into intimacy with you when you didn’t want to.

“S-Stop! It hurts, please!” you scream, trying to plead him to stop inserting himself inside of you. He only froze and laughed at your overwhelmed state. He only found it cute to see you deny him, it only had the blood rushing to his dick faster. “Too bad, you have to take it for me.” you whined as he kept forcing himself inside of you.

You sobbed, the chains around your wrists only serving more pain. You would’ve gone unconscious if it weren’t for Kaeya slapping you when he saw that your eyes started drooping down. “Don’t go sleeping on me, we barely even started!”

What the hell does he even mean? You’ve been in the same position for 30 minutes and he thinks this wasn’t long enough? How laughable. Though you shouldn’t act so cocky when you’re the one pinned down with restraints all over your body.

Before Kaeya could get inside of you, he rubbed your cunt before slamming himself in. He hugged your waist to keep you inside of him, taking his sweet time grinding before they turned into thrusts.

You tried to keep up with his pace to loosen the pain on your core but he was too fast for comfort. You feel yourself losing your breath with each ram of his cock inside of you. He was too big and he treated you like his personal slut in which you were.

The pain slowly switched into pleasure and your whimpers turned into loud moans. He used your waist to better maintain his propelling better, to hit the deepest spots and abuse it over and over. And fuck, you were so tight around him that he would’ve came there but he wanted it to last longer.

Kaeya teased your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb, taking in your juices and licking them. “I wanna drink more of you.” he purrs, trapping you on the mattress as he rammed into you, wrapping your thighs around his waist to penetrate you even deeper. You kicked around your legs, tears already sliding down your cheeks. He’s hitting your cervix and it hurts so bad. The pleas

“What’s wrong, bunny?” he teases with a sly smirk, “Does it hurt? I hope it does. You look so cute when you’re in pain.” he caresses the bulge on your stomach, a symbol of how painfully deep he was inside of you. He was a sick bastard but you should’ve already expected that when he’s a demonic entity that supposedly made a deal to make your wish come true.

You let out a cry when he wrapped his hand around your throat, closing them into a fist to have you on a chokehold, stopping you from even breathing. “S–s–op i-” you were struggling to even say two words, your panting was getting uneven and you felt yourself about to come. “Ah, I can feel you tightening around me. I don’t know if it’s me choking you or if you’re getting close?”

You wanted to wipe off that stupid grin of his, he enjoyed it. Enjoyed every second of your suffering. He opens your mouth with his lengthy fingers and spits in it, forcing you to swallow as he takes his hands off your neck.

You were struggling to swallow and only coughed it out, making him tch in discontentment. “Isn’t it bratty of you to not take what I give?” he furrows his brows but doesn't advance any further. “I’ll punish you next time. I want you to feel good for your first time.”

Feel good? What a lie. It hasn’t been long and you’re feeling like absolute hell. Ironic to where you are now.

“I feel so close, baby. C’mon, come with me.” he whispers in your ear, his hand caressing your breasts before groping them, making you groan and squirm in his touch. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, meaning he was close to his release. “Pull out, please-” you pleaded but your pleas only fell on deaf ears.

Kaeya hugged your waist tightly, forcing you to take his seed and trapping you in his arms for you to not pull out. You sobbed silently, throwing your head to the side to hide your face but he only gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

He was panting, sweat was visible and was dripping down his forehead. His tail was swinging from side-to-side from his release and he finally pulled out of you. His cock was still hard but he decided not to start another round yet. The velvet sheets were stained with blood and cum but he didn’t bother cleaning them up.

The demon picked up a nearby key and freed you from your restraints but you were back in his arms. “You’re not leaving yet.” he tuts, shoving you down on the mattress again. You whined and tried pushing him off again but he didn’t budge. “You should just give up already. We already made a deal you can never break.”

“You look beautiful as ever with my hickeys on your body.” he hums, touching the bruises on your neck softly, admiring it like it’s a piece of art. You responded with nothing, only sitting down with your hands intertwining on each other as you looked away from him. “Don’t be like that, doll.” he teases, poking your cheek but you didn’t even give him a glance.

Knowing he’d only get more satisfaction out of you when he sees you miserable and upset while also fanning out angry words at him on how much he’s ruined your life. Kaeya approaches you from behind and hugs you, pressing firm kisses that burn your skin, you were sure that it’ll leave a permanent mark on your face. “Why don’t we make another deal, hm?”

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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