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targaryen-dynasty · 2 months

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SUSPICIOUS SILENCE.

Modern!Daemon Targaryen x pregnant!wife!Reader

WARNINGS: Family fluff, hinted lactation kink lol

WORDS: 986

NOTES: Here is the fluff everyone (me lmao) wanted!! Love me some nice happy family scenarios with our favorite men, tbh. And I'm stuck in limbo with Object of Desire right now! This is not beta read!

Daemon was working from home today to take care of your daughter while you were out for brunch with Floris, his nephew’s wife that’s also winding down the halfway mark of pregnancy just like you.

And although it’s around your toddler’s daytime nap time, it’s too quiet when you open the front door to your penthouse. Suspiciously quiet.

You should be hearing Daemon talk on the phone or type on his keyboard, very rarely even doing the cleaning. But the door to his office is ajar, the light is turned on, however, there’s complete silence.

As you walk towards it, peeking into the room, you notice it’s vacant, the large office chair empty.

You frown, and continue to walk along the hallway. There’s nervousness creeping up on you, mostly because Daemon would’ve messaged you if he decided to go outside with your daughter, and you start to rub your protruding bump in a reassuring manner. That is, until you stand in the door to the living space; the sight you’re greeted with immediately melting your heart.

Daemon is lying on the sofa, bare chested and a towel still clutched in his right hand, and your little daughter is firmly tucked into his left side, her cheek pressed against his chest with his hand resting on her back.

The sight of your little daughter sleeping soundly in his arms is enough to make you smile. Despite his rough exterior, your big, tough husband also is a loving father who doesn’t hesitate to do anything for his family.

You walk over to him, and press a gentle kiss to his forehead which slowly makes his mesmerizing blue eyes creak open. Squinting them to adjust to the brightness of the room, he doesn’t move a muscle besides that to not wake the sleeping toddler up.

Daemon gazes up at you with a soft stare, before finally speaking with a low voice. “Hello, darling. How was your day?”

Caressing his arm tenderly, you smile at him. “It was alright. You two are enjoying some quality time, I see,” you whisper. “Had a nice nap?”

“Aye, we had quite a fun time. Wanted to take a quick shower while she was asleep, but she woke up and needed me to comfort her.”

You gently fondle your daughter’s hair, smoothing it as you both just watch her for a moment. “I’ll watch her for a little while if you still want to take a shower,” you eventually propose.

But your husband isn’t having any of it. “Nah, how about you join us now, and we both take that shower together once this little monkey’s in bed, mh?” His hand clasps around your wrist, and he gently tugs you towards the sofa, not giving you any chance to reject his offer.

His proposition makes you chuckle softly, and you feel your cheeks turn red. If there is one thing your husband knows, it’s how to take care of you, too. After the birth of your daughter, you’ve been feeling insecure about your body, especially with the weight you’ve gained throughout the pregnancy. But there hasn’t passed one moment where Daemon hasn’t made you feel desired and wanted by him, and the look he currently gives you is enough to send your hormones raging again.

Throwing the towel aside, you sit down to his right and snuggle up against him. His right hand snakes around your waist, instinctively coming to rest atop your swollen belly, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his irresistible scent.

The toddler stirs slightly in her sleep, but isn’t too fazed by the slight commotion of you joining them on the sofa.

“You do make a convincing argument,” you whisper, licking your lips.

Noticing the sudden flush of color that appears on your cheeks, a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes. He nudges his nose against yours, and it’s enough to coax you to kiss him. It’s soft, barely more than a peck, and you’re struggling to keep yourself composed hearing his next words.

“I can convince you of far better things once we’re all by ourselves, darling.”

You chuckle at his remark, and place your hand atop his on your bump, squeezing it softly. “Make sure to keep that promise. Don’t want to hope you’re just all talk,” you tease, your eyes flickering between his and his lips. “There are two things I definitely need your help with, Daddy.”

Briefly glancing down at your swollen breasts, already producing enough milk as if they mean to provide for twins, you can spot the exact moment Daemon’s brain processes the innuendo.

You follow his line of sight, lingering a tad too long on your full breasts, and chuckle as you notice his breath hitch in his throat.

Daemon gives you a teasing look, the blue hue of his eyes almost eclipsed by black at this point, and bites his bottom lip. “I’m sure I can assist you thoroughly with whatever you need, darling.”

Running a hand through his hair before you slowly rise from the sofa, you giggle as you see him pout. “Let’s see then how well you follow through on your promises, Daddy,” you say, bringing your index finger to your lips as if you’re in thought. “Maybe we should ask Rhaenyra to take our girl for the night? Jace is just a few months older, and he’s completely besotted with her. We haven’t had any alone time in ages, and I’m sure she and Harwin won’t mind.”

You can’t see the look on Daemon’s face at your suggestion, for you make yourself on your way to prepare the afternoon snack for your soon-to-wake daughter, but you hear him sigh loud and clear, and it’s enough to make you grin and your heart flutter. Just the anticipation of finally having some well deserved alone time with him again makes your blood run hot.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 9 months

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Walls Are Crumbling: Part 5 (Final)

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Baby Cherub is here! A week old and you adore her! Benedict, as expected, is so good with her. You couldn't believe that 9 months ago, you thought your life was over. But oh how wrong you were.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It's the middle of the night when you wake up. You look to the cradle beside the bed and you see it empty. You sit up in a panic, looking to Benedict's side and he was gone as well.

You look around the room, letting out a deep breath when you finally see Benedict standing by the window. You notice the little bundle in his arms. You slip out of bed, and quietly approach your two loves.

"Is everything alright?" you place a gentle had on your daughter's head.

"Our cherub is just a little fussy," he smiles down at your daughter, who's wide awake.

"Should I try feeding her again?"

"If you'd like," your husband slowly hands you Angelique Violet Bridgerton. You sit in the rocking chair next to the window as your little cherub nurses, "Looks like she was indeed hungry."

Benedict stands beside you, staring down his daughter who, thankfully, looks more like you already, "She's perfect," he whispers to you, reaching out and letting his finger caress Angelique's plump cheeks.

"I was thinking your family could visit in a few days. We'd be rested until then. I'm sure everyone is itching to meet their new niece."

Benedict chuckles, "Surprisingly, Anthony has been the most impatient. Even mother has had to tell him to relax a bit."

You chuckle with your husband, "Now that is very surprising indeed." You let out a content sigh, "In two days, they can visit."

"I'll get started on the letter."

"No, go to bed, please. You're up just as much as I am. You need your rest as well, Ben."

He was ready to argue with you until he let out a long yawn. He sleepily grins at you, "Alright. I'll sleep. Wake me if you need anything."

"Mhmm," you hum noncommittedly, because you know you won't wake him.

Angelique's small eyes stare up at yours. She's already a reflection of you. From her eyes, to the slope of her nose.

"You're already so loved, my cherub. Just wait until you meet your aunties and uncles. They're a wild bunch, but they are filled with so much and care." You crane your neck to kiss Angelique on the head and you continue to watch her as she nurses.

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"She's so beautiful," Violet was near to tears as she held her new granddaughter.

"Looks exactly like her mother, doesn't she?" Benedict says with pride.

Anthony smirks, "I'm not sure, brother, her eyes look-" Kate stops her husband with a smack to the stomach and Anthony composes himself, "-a little like yours."

You roll your eyes at your brother-in-law, "She truly is an angel, isn't she?" you look up at your husband, who's been standing behind you. He places a hand on your shoulder and you place your hand atop his. He bends down, pressing a kiss to your head, "I love you."

"I love you too," you reply back with a wide grin.

The start of this whole thing wasn't ideal, but everything fell into place. You're in love, you're married, you have a wonderful and beautiful daughter, and, most of all, you're happy.

#benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton fic #benedict bridgerton x reader #fem!reader #female!reader

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scarasimping · 11 months

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I’m stealing that cat pic THE GATES R OPEN TALK ABOUT UR BRAIN ROT

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU ALL LIKE PIRATE SCARA

okay so this was originally gonna be a little drabble for you guys as a treat because you all like him sm but,,,,,i got carried away. it was also only supposed to be suggestive....not, yknow, actual smut. i am. so sorry

cw: fem! reader, dom! scara ig??? but he's soft so, oral (fem receiving), probably bad writing idk, if i missed anything let me know !!

word count: 1.1k

You had spent so long with Scara trying to figure out how to sneak yourself onto his ship without your guards knowing, and finally, you did it. You made it on the ship. All you wanted was to be there for one night, with no fear of the guards overhearing you two in your room or staff barging in and seeing him.

For once, he curses your politeness and kindness towards his crew, because you keep stopping to talk to them and god dammit he just wants to be alone with you.

Once he gets you inside his captain's cabin, he's pinning you to the door, one hand on your waist and the other pressed against the wood of the door by your head. His forehead rested against your own as he stared directly into your eyes, a teasing smirk on his face.

He leans down, kissing your jaw softly, slowly moving down your neck leaving more chaste kisses in his wake.

"So glad we're alone finally, darling," he'd whisper in between his lips' assault on your neck. His hand on your waist caresses drifts to the front of your stomach where he carefully unties your corset that was atop your shirt, dropping it from your waist and running his rough hands under your top, onto your bare skin.

He leaves one last long kiss to your throat before he lifts his head, to stare at you once more. His pupils are blown out, eyes full of nothing but love and want. The only thing on his mind is how pretty you look with your cheeks painted with a rosy blush, mouth parted as you try to ground yourself after all the attention he's giving you, the way your gaze keeps glancing between his eyes and his lips.

Too quickly to even process, Scaramouche leans in and presses his lips against yours. It's almost as if he's trying to mold his body with yours with how closely he's pressed himself to you — chest to chest, his knee in between your legs. He kisses you with desperation, one you've only seen him have a few times before.

With gentle nibbles on your lip, he asks for permission to explore your mouth even further, and only a fool would deny him that. As soon as your lips part, his tongue is darting inside, running against your own so that he can truly taste you.

All the while, his hand on your waist moves lower, toying with the hem of your skirt. He parts from your lips for only a second to ask, "Can I take this off?"

Too hasty to even think about your shirt as well, he's pulling your skirt and underwear down as soon as you give him the go ahead. When your skirt drops down, so does he. He falls to his knees in front of you, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and leaning his head against your thigh.

In his mind, there is only you running through it: his desire for you, his need for you, to make you feel good. Before you, when he had hooked up with women at a tavern on his travels, he stuck true to the ways of a pirate and only really cared about himself. If the woman he was with also got some pleasure, then good for her, but it wasn't his priority.

But god, hearing your sweet moans as he focuses wholly on pleasing you is the closest thing to heaven he's ever experienced. Staring up at you is like staring at an angel. He so desperately wants you to feel good, and he needs to be the cause of it.

He takes hold of your hands, directing them to hold onto his hair, before he licks his thumb and slowly brushes it over your clit. He finds so much delight in how easily you squirm above him at the slightest stimulation. He's smirking up at you, kissing the inside of your thigh softly as he continues toying with you. When you start letting out breathy, quiet moans is when he finally leans in and flicks his tongue across your clit, relishing in the way you grip at his hair.

Once he's teased you enough, and your hips are squirming for just a little more, he finally wraps his lips around your poor clit and sucks, his fingers coming to prod at your entrance. All of the whines and whimpers you release are music to his ears, only making him more eager to suck and lick at you, craving more and more noises.

Gathering some of your arousal on his fingers as a lubricant, he slips his middle finger inside your needy hole, curling it so that it presses against your sweet spot. He's slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling, but as time goes on his assault on your walls becomes more and more needy, fingertips abusing your sensitive spot so quickly and barely giving you a break from the feeling.

Years of greed and selfishness melted away as all Scaramouche could do was give and give you everything you wanted. The taste of you on his tongue was intoxicating — addicting, even. Your hands tugged at his hair even more, tangling yourself in the indigo strands and letting him know how good he was making you feel.

Needy whines and cries of his name spilled from your spit-soaked lips. You were close, and he knew it from the way your walls tightened around his finger and how you couldn't keep your hips still, grinding down against his face for more.

"My love...'m close," you breathed out, he hummed in acknowledgement, only increasing the pressure that he used on your gummy walls and puffy clit.

It doesn't take long before you're releasing on his fingers, head thrown back against the door of his quarters and finger pulling so hard at his hair, he's surprised you haven't ripped any out. Your breaths are heavy and labored, and you're staring down as he finally pulls away from your sobbing cunt. He pulls his fingers out slowly, so as to not overstimulate you, and brings them to his own mouth, licking them clean and pulling away with a pop.

He rubs your thighs soothingly, removing your leg from his shoulder, but still holding onto you tightly by the hips so you don't fall over. When he stands up again, you can see just how worked up he got from making you feel pleasure. The bulge in his trousers was very prominent, and he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, seeking some sort of friction from you.

"Still have enough energy for another round? I need you so fucking badly..."

#pirate!scara #there ive fed you guys #enjoy HSHSHS #genshin impact #genshin #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer genshin #wanderer smut #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut

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boba-beom · 2 years

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14th august 1:00AM | huening kai

pairing: hueningkai x gn!reader

genre: fluff! | drabble

warning(s): established relationship, incredibly soft hyuka

wc: 586

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a/n: happy hueningkai day everyone <3 here’s a little something I wrote a while ago but I just think it’s appropriate for this occasion ^^ hope you all enjoy this little thing <3

You nuzzle up comfortably until your face finds home into the warmth emitting from one's chest, the scent of his sweet cologne tingling in your nose, inviting you to rest peacefully for the remaining of the night. It’s a Saturday night and you agreed to marathon anime movies with your boyfriend and his friends. You haven’t spent time with the boys for a while, also knowing that Hueningkai would appreciate if he could spend some time with the boys also.

“Huening, do you need a blanket or anything?” Yeonjun was sitting on the couch before getting up on his feet to make his way into the kitchen. Hueningkai shot a soft smile and shook his head slowly, trying not to wake you up from his movements.

The both of you were sitting on the floor, though you were sitting on his lap, your cheek squished against the junction between his collar and the crook of his neck, your legs were slightly curled to his side while he cradled you in his arms. You were lucky that his back was resting against the sofa otherwise he’d lose balance, perhaps with your back also hitting the floor.

You shift slightly in your sleep, almost as if you flinched at something in your dream when a little whine of complaint left your lips, leaving your brows to softly knit together; Hueningkai found this completely adorable, chuckling to himself before placing a soft kiss atop of your forehead.

“Our Huening is growing up, huh?” Taehyun watched the gentle action, smiling at him while Beomgyu’s sleepy head and lilac locks scatters across his lap, and his body taking up the space on the rest of the sofa.

“Take good care of them,” Soobin also joined in the appreciation for their youngest member. He was always being babied by everyone in the group and it was refreshing to see him baby someone else; it was cute that it was you.

Hueningkai nodded. His free hand tucked a loose strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear, his fingers lightly tracing soft lines across your cheek. He’s never felt so at peace to this extent, but ever since you became his person he seemed more gentle and calm — quite rare for the members since they always see him in a hyper state, laughing loud and messing around with one another.

“Of course, I love them.”

The room hitched with couple exaggerated gasps but also genuine ones, loud enough for Beomgyu to flinch in his sleep, though, he’s not that much of a heavy sleeper.

Hueningkai’s thumb continues to sweetly caress your cheek, resting by your ear lobe and softly fiddling with it.

From his gentle gesture, you shift again, eyes still heavy, you slowly open one eye and look up at him. "Happy birthday, Hyuka." Your voice a little raspy, but still audible enough for him to hear.

You could hear the rest of the boys cooing 'aw's and you just know one of them is pouting at the both of you, endeared from the interaction. "I love you." You whispered.

With your hand balancing yourself on the floor, you push yourself up to lay a quick kiss on his soft cheek. The action erupted a giggle from him, feeling his arms wrap around you a little tighter to cuddle you close.

"Thank you, my love. I love you so much."

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supportingfire · 1 year

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" thoma. " tender fingers slide along the flesh of bare back, ardored enchantment dictating the svelte line of his digits rest carefully at his waist. in the dim morning hour, the swordsman nestles closer, nose bumping lightly along a mark he'd left upon the younger's clavicle the night before. rare - for ayato to arise first, and sleep still obviously pulls at him, judging by the way his voice cracks in raw discomfort (made worse by the night's transgressions, no doubt), and his blinks are slow and long. " thoma... " comes the gentle repeat, this time he flutters a kiss over his retainer's throat, before nudging him on his back. ayato sprawls atop him then, consistently chilled frame seeking the warmth that comes from the pyro-user's body in droves. his cheek nestles atop a broad chest, calloused fingertips dipping along his retainer's sides, over the frame he'd left in stark nudity alongside his own. the touch is possessive, yes, but more than anything - it's sweet, adoring. the lord commissioner resigns himself, allowing exhaustion to wash back over him, and his eyes to flutter shut once more. the steady beat of thoma's heart is what lulls him back into a warm, dreamless place, kindled by the soul of the being beneath him.

touch my muse meme \\ accepting

he'd been dreaming.

fields of fresh grass, a breeze that carried the smell of windwheels and sakura trees, and sunlight feeling more like a soft caress than source of heat. what it was about wasn't the most important, it was more the feeling that enveloped him when he looked upon an old tree he knew from him childhood. comfort, belonging...except, the leaves were different in this one…pink sakura began blooming on each branch, a lush green soon dotted with rosey pedals. it was a soft embrace of two worlds, two parts now melded to make one.

thoma. he hears it on the wind, first. the tree turns translucent, liquid, and flows into the rest of the landscape like water, pure and strong. before long, the picture fades, and consciousness returns. he smells sakura blossoms and fresh linens. he hears his lover coo his name, feeling the warmth of lips to his chest. ayato…what time was it-?

lord commissioner doesn't seem to care for that, urging a still waking retainer onto his back, only to make himself comfortable atop him. the pressure is a comfort rather than anything cumbersome, thoma spreading his legs to let ayato slot himself more comfortably against him. the more he blinks sleep from his eyes, the more he realizes the sunlight through the window, already knowing it was later than he normally would have liked. there was always tasks to be done - breakfast to make, meetings to arrange, surfaces to clean, but…

a glance down at silken periwinkle strands accompanied with owner's hands clasping for him, thoma recalls the remnants of what he saw in his mind. the culmination of what once was, what is now, and what could be. his main task as chief retainer was caring for the home, and that has safely turned from an object, to a person.

ayato was his present, and future, and he'll waste a few sleepy mornings in bed if it meant more moments such as this.

an arm raises to drape over young lord's back, securing him comfortably where he lays while listening to the rhythmic breathing that meant the man had fallen back to sleep, "i suppose a little longer won't hurt," he murmurs, free hand tenderly moving aside soft blue bangs. his lover's eyes are closed, his face still in sleep, but oh so beautiful. his voice barely reaches above a whisper, "…i love you, ayato."

#suiyuun #( ( answered #i have no words for this mush #i have only feels #you're asleep ayato you heard NOTHING #he said the l word #(not lesbians)#(the other one)

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queen-haq · 3 years

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 16

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3100 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

gif credit: @benbarnxs

Part 16

You were straddling Billy, riding him, your hips undulating atop his body. His fingers tightly gripped your waist, getting ready to take charge so you were underneath him, but you refused to submit. Instead you grabbed his hands and pinned it above his head. As you hovered above him, he arched up to kiss you but you shifted back, instead staring down at him intently. He growled at you before he rolled over unexpectedly, taking you along with him.

As he thrust into you, harder and rougher each time, you began to slide off the bed. In your new position, you caught sight of Adam on the floor. His corpse was wrapped up in a rug, only his head sticking out-

“Hey.” Billy pulled you up so you were now sitting across his lap, facing him. “Look at me. Only me.”

Only a few seconds ago he was biting you as you clawed at him, both of you desperate to possess each other. Your movements had been savage, animalistic even, but now Billy was kissing you languidly, his hand brushing the back of your hair while the other settled on the small of your back. You were directing the rhythm of the thrusts now, setting a slower pace so you could fully enjoy the feel of his cock stretching your insides oh-so-tantalizingly. Your forehead braced against his, you closed your eyes and lost yourself to the flood of emotions that overcame you.

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It was after midnight. Billy had come home with you and both of you were in bed, you nestled against him while he spooned you from behind. Even though you were tired, you couldn’t sleep. Your brain was working overtime processing everything that happened in the last few hours. He stirred next to you, dropping a tender kiss on your bare shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured. You may have been fully alert but he sounded absolutely exhausted.

“Are you sure they’ll be thorough with the cleaning?”

“Yeah.” Throwing his arm over you, he covered your hand with his. “These guys are not amateurs. They know what they’re doing. There won’t be any traces of us left in that room.”

“And Adam’s body-”

“Will be disposed of.”

“But how do you know you can trust these guys? What’s stopping them from blackmailing-”

“’cause money talks, babe. That crew is very well paid.” He squeezed your palm. “I’ve used them in the past. No trouble yet.”

With his military career you were already aware of his violent past, but you also sensed he had a long hit list aside from that. When he’d realized your plans for Adam, he hadn’t been remotely shocked at the idea of you killing another person. In fact, as you stabbed Adam repeatedly, Billy had looked at you with such pride and reverence that it had left you breathless.

“What we did tonight, you know what that means, don’t you?”

His voice brought you out of your reverie. You exhaled a deep breath, drawing circles on his palm. “That we’re bad people.”

“No, we’re survivors. We take down anyone who gets in our way.”

“He didn’t come after you,” you reminded him. “You didn’t have to get involved.”

He turned you around to face him. “Nobody threatens you and gets to live after that.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. When he looked at you with such intensity, you were almost ready to believe anything.

He cradled your face, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “We’re connected now. Forever. Because of tonight.”

You didn’t understand how his words could evoke such conflicting emotions within you. On one hand your stomach fluttered with excitement, he was saying things you’d wanted to hear for a long time, but then there was the fear. Doubt. Uncertainty. You forced a smile, hoping some levity would lighten the situation. “You make it sound like we’re married or something.”

Disgust flooded over his face. “Fuck, no. Marriages end. One day you’re bragging about being in love, next it’s all over. It’s not based on anything real. But we are.” He reached for your hand, which was resting on the pillow between you and him, and intertwined his fingers through yours. “I saw you tonight, the real you. And you saw me. No pretenses, no boundaries. And you didn’t run. You didn’t even flinch.”

“Neither did you.” You lifted your eyebrow. “You were rock hard.”

“I always am around you.”

His words made the heat rise in your cheeks, which he noticed right away. Giving you a teasing smile, he leaned in closer to give you a peck on the cheek. “Are you blushing?”

“Shut up.”

Billy’s eyes remained locked on you, simply staring at you with sleepy eyes. “I don’t like who I was when I thought I lost you. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I imagined you fucking this other guy, kissing him. Even the thought of you talking to him made me want to burn it all down.”

Your heart ached at how tired he looked. Scooting closer, you started massaging his forehead. When he closed his eyes, you dropped a gentle kiss on each of his eyelids, the beauty mark just below his right eye, before snuggling him tightly in your arms. “Sleep, Billy.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” he murmured drowsily.

You smiled. “It is my apartment.”

He didn’t respond, already fast asleep. You tried to do the same but couldn’t; there were too many thoughts running around in your brain. You had assumed you’d feel guilty about taking a life; you didn’t. You remembered the vicious, contemptuous anger in Adam’s eyes when he’d held you at gunpoint, and how he’d threatened to kill others in your team, and all you felt was relief. Relief that he was dead and no longer a danger to you.

Billy stirred next to you, drawing your attention. You reached out to hold him, your touch feather-light so as not to wake him up. He looked calm and peaceful, unlike the haunted and distraught way he appeared earlier in the hotel room. It was still hard to digest that he’d been so unhinged at the thought of losing you. But the thing that resonated with you the most was that he hadn’t been able to hurt you despite all of the anger he’d felt. Growing up the way you had, you were always on alert for things to turn violent at any moment. One wrong comment or an innocent gesture - hell even a lone pair of sock on the floor - had the potential to trigger your father’s temper and turn things violent. During those moments his rage was uncontrollable, and as a result you always worried about how people reacted when they were furious. The fact that Billy hadn’t hit you even though he’d been completely enraged made you realize you were physically safe with him.

Maybe emotionally as well. For so long you’d had difficulty believing he could reciprocate your feelings yet you couldn’t ignore how devastated he’d been. Nor could you rationalize away his emotions. It still felt surreal but he did truly care about you, and the thought filled you with warmth and made your heart soar with happiness.

You brushed your lips against his, hoping Billy’s comforting presence next to you would help you relax. However, fifteen minutes later sleep still alluded you. Eventually you decided to do something useful and work instead. Carefully sliding out of bed so you didn’t disturb him, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Immediately you felt the soreness in your body, an after effect of the rough sex you had with Billy in the hotel room earlier. Grabbing a nearby throw, you were soon nestled in your favourite spot on the chaise lounge, working away on your laptop.

An hour later you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around to find Billy yawning, clad in boxers, his hair all ruffled.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” he grumbled.

You scooted over to give him space to sit on the chaise but he seemed to have other ideas in mind as he took a seat behind you. You found yourself settled between his legs, your back nestled against his chest, as he caressed down the length of your arms.

“I couldn’t sleep. Figured I might as well do something useful.”

“What corporate shit are you working on?” he teased, playfully grabbing your laptop to look at your screen. You smacked his arm right away, shutting the screen and pushing the laptop away.

Billy purposely rubbed his face against the base of your neck and you started giggling at the sensation of his prickly beard on your bare skin. “Stop,” you whined. “It tickles.” you squealed loudly, trying to jump out of his arms but he held you in a tight grip.

Finally he stopped, and as you struggled to catch your breath, you slapped his arm playfully. “You’re such a jerk.”

He chuckled, hugging you tightly from behind. “That’s for ignoring all my calls since Tuesday.”

“I’m still not unblocking your number,” you retorted. His beard scraped along your shoulder, making you squeal again. “Okay, fine. Sorry!”

“Swear that you’re not gonna block me again.”

You turned around in his arms, resting on your knees as your arms looped around his neck. Smiling down at him, you nuzzled your nose with his. “Swear that you won’t act like an asshole again.”

“Can’t really do that.”

“Exactly.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the tender affection on his face, the warmth of his gaze spreading slow, languid heat throughout your body. “You should go back to bed. You still look tired.”

“I’ve had a rough week.”

You pouted your lips. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Want to make it up to me?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow at you.

”How? By sucking you off?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

“Move in with me.”

Your hands stilled on him, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. At first you thought he was joking but the solemn expression on his face made you realize otherwise. You moved away, putting much needed distance between the two of you.

“That’s not funny, Billy.”

Maintaining a rigid posture on the chaise lounge, he shrugged his shoulders. “Not meant to be. I’m dead serious.”

“You know that’s ridiculous, right?”

“Why? ‘cause I wanna keep you safe?”

“The threat is gone. I took care of it.”

“We took care of it,” he said pointedly. “A threat which you didn’t even tell me about.”

“I explained that to you already.” Feeling defensive, you started pacing the floor. “You promised you’d have your guy stop tailing me.”

“Sure. As soon as I know you’re not gonna keep things from me again. You moving in will help with that.”

“So if I don’t move in, you’ll have me followed 24/7?” Anger surged through you, you were so furious you wanted to scream. “That’s fucking blackmail.”

“Relax. No need to be so dramatic about it.”

You grabbed the closest cushion you had and flung it at him, enraged by his patronising tone. “We barely know each other-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he interjected, finally moving to stand up. His eyes were pitch black, his jaw clenched. “You and I killed someone tonight! You took my hand, my knife, and we stabbed the bastard in the heart with it, together. We fucked while he drew his last breath and now you’re feeding me this bullshit?” He stormed towards you. “No! I’ve seen your darkness and you’ve seen mine. There’s no one else in this world that knows us better than we know each other.”

You shook your head, flabbergasted by his reaction. “This is insane. I can’t move in with you. We haven’t even gone out on a real date because you said I was boring!”

“If you believe that then you really are a fucking idiot!”

You stiffened, his words ringing in your ear. Fucking idiot. Something your father used to call you repeatedly, his tone full of hate and vitriol when he lashed out at you. It started with a fucking idiot then spiralled into bitch and whore and everything else hurtful under the sun. You swore to yourself you’d never accept being spoken to like that by another person yet here you were, being insulted again by someone who was supposed to care about you.

You retreated back from Billy, careful to keep your distance from him, and leveled him with a cold glance. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

Your voice may have been deceptively calm but there was a storm brewing inside you. You desperately needed some space. As you moved away from Billy and headed to the kitchen, he tried to block your path but you immediately pushed him away. “Don’t touch me!”

You quickly sidestepped past him and entered the kitchen, heading for the cabinet where you kept your bottle of whiskey. Pouring yourself a glass, you slowly sipped the liquid to soothe your frayed nerves and forget the memories Billy had just unleashed in you.

***

Even as the words left his mouth, Billy knew he’d made a mistake. He regretted what he said instantly, even more so when he realized how much the words had stung you. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain but he couldn’t seem to help himself. The more he tried to hold on to you the more you slipped through his fingers.

After giving you a few minutes to calm down, he entered the kitchen behind you. You were standing in the opposite corner, drinking the hard stuff, which further signalled how shaken you were. Billy knew Scotch wasn’t something you enjoyed, you only drank it when you were messed up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have said that. It won’t happen again. I swear.”

You didn’t acknowledge him, and it hurt like hell.

“When I think about you pulling away from me, it makes me lose my mind.” He swallowed audibly, desperately trying to get through to you. “I’m all in when it comes to us but it feels like you always have one foot out the door.” He took hesitant steps towards you while your eyes still remained on the countertop, refusing to meet his gaze. “I keep fucking up but I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just can’t lose you, Y/N.”

“I’m not built like you, Billy,” you finally spoke, turning to look at him. “I have doubts. I’m constantly dealing with insecurities. It takes me time to trust people, and I just can’t rush into things head-on.”

“And I’m someone who hustles. I go after everything I want with guns blazing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have Anvil.”

“But I’m not a thing, Billy. I’m a person, and you can’t push me into doing stuff I’m not ready for.”

He exhaled a resigned sigh. “I know. It’s ‘cause I get paranoid when it comes to you. You’re a closed book and you never tell me anything.” His eyes scanned yours, his stomach clenched with anxiety. “I don’t even know how you feel about me.” It was the first time he’d voiced that thought, something he didn’t even realize he felt until this very moment. You wanted him, that he knew, and you’d even confessed you loved him once but he didn’t really believe in that bullshit. What mattered to him was if you needed him as much as he did you. The idea of not having you in his life drove him insane, but did you feel the same way? He didn’t think so and it bothered the fuck out of him.

You set your glass down on the counter before reaching out to cradle his face, your soulful eyes meeting his emotional gaze. “I want to be with you, Billy. I like you so much that it scares me.”

Your words brought with them a tidal wave of relief that swept over him like a calm breeze. It was like he could breathe again. He pulled you close, his forehead against yours as he simply held you. “Don’t be scared, babe. I don’t bite.”

“That is a complete fucking lie,” you retorted. “I still have the marks from earlier to prove it.” Your smile faded again as you held his stare. “But I need you to be patient with me. You can’t bully me or get mad if I don’t want to rush into things.”

He nodded his head. “I won’t.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to rely on. And the thought of trusting you? Relying on you? It scares the hell out of me. Because there’s always a voice in my head that’s reminding me I need to go back to being alone when we end things.”

“I need to kill that voice.”

You chuckled, reaching out to loop your arms behind his back. “It shuts up eventually. It did in the hotel room when I saw how fucked up you were without me. That’s when it sunk in you actually do like me.”

“It took you that long to believe it?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Yeah. You did tell me I was boring.”

He groaned right away, regret washing over him. He should never have said those fucking words to you. “You’re not boring. You’re smart. And hot.” He kissed your left cheek. “And sweet. And funny. And mine.” Then the right cheek. “And when you lecture me about cybersecurity, I get so hard.”

“Whatever. You’re the one who wanted to know more about the topic,” you grumbled.

He grinned, giving you a tender peck on the lips. “I can listen to you talk for hours and hours-“

“Shut up.” You pressed your palm over his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you off the ground and started carrying you back to the bedroom. “Forever actually, if you’re naked.”

“Not once have I lectured you naked.”

He dropped you on the bed. “Yeah, exactly. Time you start.” He jumped into bed, rubbing his beard on your face again as you started squealing.

A few minutes later you were both panting for air, staring up at the ceiling. “Just to make it clear, I’m not moving in,” you huffed through laboured breaths.

He turned to look at you, smirking. “Fine, but I’m taking you out tonight. Proper date and all.”

The most beautiful smile graced your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You were a ray of sunshine beaming up at him and Billy’s heart felt so full he worried it would explode. If he could, he’d freeze this moment forever.

Part 17

A/N - As always, your wonderful feedback is what keeps me inspired to write and post consistently. I was initially nervous about this chapter because the characters experience a gamut of emotions but it was necessary. I hope you like and enjoy this chapter. Feedback, as always, is very much appreciated and feeds my soul :)

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taeminyourmind · 3 years

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In the Morning Sun x Taemin (M)

🌣 Synopsis: In the golden rays of the morning's rising sun, you and your husband, Taemin, share an intimate morning together.

🌣 Genre: Smut

🌣 Pairing: Taemin x Reader

🌣 Word Count: 1.6k+

The early morning sun seeps through the openings of the blinds, painting the walls with stripes of a soft golden hue. The growing light gently wakes you. Squeezing your eyes tighter, you begin to stretch; reaching your arms to the side, careful not to hit your husband beside you. As you sleepily blink away the fog surrounding your head, an arm snakes its way around your waist and pulls you into a wall of warmth. That familiar warmth that’s protected you and comforted you over the years brings a smile to your face as you immediately lean into it.

“Good morning, Taemin,” you whisper. Your fingers trace shapes along his arm as you turn your head to face your husband whose tousled hair slightly covers his eyes as he gives you a soft smile.

“It’s always a good morning with you,” he smiles, pausing for a moment to raise his eyebrows, “And I’m sure you had a good night.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, making him chuckle. “You were dreaming last night.”

A moment passes before you understand what Taemin has been hinting at. The thought of you mumbling or making quiet moans in your sleep as he watched on in amusement makes your cheeks grow warm. You cover your eyes with your hands and shake your head.

“Tell me,” he whispers, his voice deep and low. He brings himself closer to your body until his breath tickles your ear, “Did you dream about me?” He removes your hands from your face, guiding your chin up slightly. “I’ve been curious about your dream since dawn.”

The hypnotic look of hunger in his eyes captures you in a trance. The gentle stroke of his fingertips up and down your thigh causes you to shiver as you close your eyes, trying to remember the remnants of your dream; it's a blur, but what you can’t see clearly, you can feel.

“I don’t remember it all,” you whisper, “But it was just the two of us at the same hotel we stayed at on our honeymoon. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. I can feel us making love, the way we hurriedly took each other’s clothes off, the way your lips moved across my skin, the -” a gasp stops you short as Taemin’s lips begin to tenderly kiss the sensitive spot on the crook of your neck. You swallow and feel your heart begin to beat faster. “The way our hands touched each other in all the right places.”

Your body shudders and your breath hitches as you feel Taemin guide your legs open. The anticipation of his sweet caresses makes your bite down gently on your lower lip. His fingertips slowly brush up your inner thigh until he reaches your pool of wetness. He smiles to himself as he watches your lips slightly part at the feeling of his fingers dipping into your wetness and slowly moving up and down your slit. A soft moan pushes past your lips when he slowly traces circles on your sensitive clit. The sensation makes your legs open more as you reach down and hold onto his wrist.

“Go on,” he urges. The thought of your bodies coming together intimately causes him to groan as he feels his cock harden. He manages to lift his hips to pull his pajama pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. His hand wraps tightly around his member, pumping it slowly.

“Then we...we made love,” you breathlessly say.

Your back arches off the bed when Taemin’s ring and middle fingers slowly enter you, your wetness allowing them to glide in with ease. Your walls immediately grip around them as he curls them slightly and begins to slowly pump them in and out. The look of pleasure on your face makes Taemin groan as he pumps himself in sync with his fingers. His heart feels like it’s about to leap out of his chest when he imagines his cock snug between your warm, wet walls and the sounds of pure ecstasy falling off your lips.

Soon, imagination doesn’t give him any pleasure as he removes his fingers from your warmth and carefully places himself between your legs. The sudden absence of his fingers makes your eyes open immediately. Your eyes lock with Taemin’s, and as if guided by his mind, you open your legs wider, inviting him in. He bites his bottom lip, his gaze never leaving yours as he rubs his tip up and down your slick slit before gently pushing himself past your entrance. Your moans harmonize when he begins to slowly rock his hips into you. The softness of your name drips from Taemin’s lips as he reaches down and pulls down the straps of your nightgown. He alternates between fondling your soft breasts and pinching your hardened nipples.

Your head begins to feel light as waves of pleasure repeatedly wash over you. Reaching up, your hands gently hold the sides of his face and guide it towards yours until your foreheads softly press together. You exchange a smile with Taemin as your thumb pads gently brush his cheekbones.

“I love you,” you both say. The timing makes you both chuckle before you wrap your legs around his waist and whisper for him to go deeper, to which he obliges.

Full of passion, you press your lips against his, deepening the kiss as his hands hold onto your hips. Your fingers gently tug at his hair causing him to groan against your lips. He moves his head to fall beside yours as he gently lowers his chest atop of yours, your hearts beating together. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and hold onto him tighter as your legs squeeze around his waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear between quiet moans.

You open your mouth to respond but are cut off by a long, low moan when Taemin rocks deeper into you and repeatedly hits your spot. You feel his smile against your skin when he takes your earlobe between his lips and gently nibbles on it. Your head tilts back slightly as your hand cradles the back of his head, bringing him closer to your skin.

Using his strength, he carefully rolls over until you’re on top of him. You lean up and place your hand on both sides of his chest before slowly bouncing on his cock. The gentle, sensual pleasure causes you to tilt your head back and let quiet moans invade the room’s silence. But a sudden knock makes you swallow your moans as you avert your attention towards your bedroom’s door.

“Mommy? Daddy?” A small voice calls out from the other side.

“Shit,” you whisper before clearing your throat and projecting your voice. “Yes, honey?”

“Can we have waffles for breakfast?!”

You open your mouth to speak before being cut off by Taemin’s whisper, “I guess we have to speed things up.” You cock your head to the side before a sudden overwhelming feeling of pleasure takes control of your body. The quick pace of Taemin rubbing your clit makes you clasp a hand over your mouth to keep a loud moan at bay as an eruption builds in your core. Taemin’s free hand holds you steady as your body begins to tremble.

“Sure. Go wake your brother and we’ll meet you downstairs,” Taemin replies. He gives you a mischievous smirk as he quickens the pace of his thumb. You squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to will yourself to wait a little longer before coming undone.

“Okay, daddy!”

The sound of small footsteps hurrying away cues you to surrender to the wave of pleasure crashing into you. Quickly lifting yourself from Taemin, your orgasm squirts all over his cock as you let out a choked whimper of his name. Reaching up, he brings your chest to his and holds you close as he guides his cock back into you. He gently cradles the back of your head and firmly places a hand on the middle of your back as he thrust upwards at a quick pace. A string of whimpers falls off his lips as you whisper words of affection in his ear. You encourage him to go faster and beg for him to release his seed into you. With a final thrust, he lets out a deep groan as he releases his seed inside of you, coating your walls while his hips buck with each spurt.

For a moment, you lay still in Taemin’s arms. The room is filled with heavy breaths as you place a series of kisses along his collarbone. You raise your head and gently brush the strands of hair stuck to his forehead away from his face. It’s in little moments like this when you find yourself getting lost in his beauty; the way the warm sun casts a golden hue over him, the way his plump pinkish lips purse into a slight pout, and the way his eyes gaze adoringly into yours, their color enhanced by the sun’s rays.

While you admired him, Taemin finds himself reminded of the natural beauty you possess as he reaches up to brush the strands of your hair behind your ear and pulls the straps of your nightgown back on your shoulders. The sun gives you an angelic aura that makes him tell you how blessed he is that you’re his.

His sweet words make you smile. Leaning forward, you wiggle your nose lovingly against his which causes your hair to fall and tickle his cheeks.

“We’d better go before the boys break down our door,” you joke.

“Maybe, one day, we’ll have another little one,” Taemin places a gentle hand on your stomach. His touch gives you butterflies as you place a gentle hand over his and give him a hopeful smile.

“C’mon,” you slowly remove yourself from Taemin’s body with his help and wrap a robe around your body, “I’ll make the waffles if you wash the sheets.”

Taemin rolls off the bed and pulls up his pants. He shoots you a playful smile and winks, “Deal.”

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zuluc · 3 years

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summary: how the genshin boys give kisses

characters: childe, diluc, kaeya, razor, venti, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli

style & genre: bulleted & written; fluff

warnings: a tiny bit suggestive in some of them

notes: i love them, that’s all

Childe

he likes to tell you that he wants a kiss, most of which is through simply staring at you until you turn your head his way

he’ll lean forward and press his lips against yours with a strength juxtaposed to that of what he uses for fights

in other words, he’s very gentle and kisses you with so much care you forget about his other

his hands may start by holding your face but can wander down your torso to pull you closer

You exhale in exasperation when you hear the hilichurl war cry and summon your sword. After a bit, the last of them finally falls and you wipe the sweat off of your brow, throwing your weapon behind you to tuck it away. You place your hands on your hips and look around the area that Childe said he would be waiting for you at but he’s not yet here.

Your tired legs carry you to a large fallen branch, sitting down to feel the breeze to cool yourself down. You hear someone sit beside you and peek an eye open, seeing the man himself. He has a boyish grin on and you roll your eyes, accepting the kiss he gives you in greeting.

Childe’s hands rest on your waist and they tighten when he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer. You sigh into the affection but remember what had to be doing. You pull away and raise an eyebrow, asking him what he is up to as you both were supposed here for one of your commissions nearby. He only winks in response.

“Let me have some time with you first.”

Diluc

he rarely initiates kisses and whenever he does it is always with fevor

it’s not like he doesn’t want to kiss you, he does at every waking moment, but he prefers to keep that between the two of you and away from prying eyes

his hands come to hold your head so you can’t pull away, not that you wanted to anyways

your face will flush from the warmth his kisses give you as well as that radiating off of his roaming hands

The day has been as busy as all the others and he’s looking forward to seeing you for a midday visit. You made it a habit to pop in during afternoons to make sure he isn’t overworking himself by taking a short break. Breaks usually consist of small chat about your day or him complaining about the workload seeming to increase each passing second. Others include him resting his head on you and closing his eyes, stress slipping away while you run your hands through his hair.

There are some breaks, however, that are a bit different.

Your clothes are wrinkled, dress shirt slipping off your shoulders as Diluc’s deft fingers unbutton it. Your soft sighs are released into the room when his lips move to nip at your neck, soothing the red areas with soft, warm kisses. Your hands move from his shoulders to stop him and he’s amused at the weak pushes. The words that leave your mouth complain about how disheveled you would look when you return to work. He chuckles, leaning up to kiss you fully and leaving no room for protesting.

“You may have to stay a bit longer.”

Kaeya

surprise kisses are his specialty

they’re fleeting and they leave you flustered whenever he takes your chin between two fingers and turns your head, giving you a quick kiss

has absolutely no shame in kissing you anywhere but respects your wishes if you aren’t comfortable with it

absolutely loves it when you initiate kisses yourself and will tease you about how you can’t get enough of them

His arm is slung around your shoulders as you both are conversing with Amber about the new camps around Mondstadt. You nod at her words and accept to take a few of them in one area. But notice that Kaeya has been unusually quiet.

Amber leaves the two of you and Kaeya turns you around to hug you against him. He shares with you that he needs to finish off another one of his mystery missions which would be very far from your own. He loves being near you to see your face and make sure you’re out of danger so this mission has gotten him quite peeved.

A laugh escapes you with a look of endearment directed at him as you move to peck his lips. You feel him tense since you know he never expects you to do things like this so suddenly as you were out in public after all. His frown morphs into a small smirk at your action and you look away, trying your best to leave his strong hold.

“You’re so cute, darling.”

Razor

he gets flustered easily since you’re the one giving him kisses most of the time that his heart skips a beat

he’s still not used to the fact that he is doing this with someone, who he loves dearly

his lips are a bit chapped and it’s relief when he feels your much softer ones against his own

he may be inexperienced, but he’s trying his best and you reassure him that you love kissing him

He’s frozen in place when you pull away from pressing a kiss to his cheek. You look in concern until he takes your gaze as apprehension to his reaction. He quickly takes your hands in his and looks down at his feet as he tries to formulate words in his head to tell you how he really feels.

Your gaze softens, knowing that it was a stretch to kiss him so suddenly, but you wanted to show your affection in this way. You would catch his not-so secret glances at your lips from time to time and you knew he would be a bit too shy and awkward to act on his own.

Razor’s hands tighten and untighten around your own and you see that he is still in his own head. When you decide to speak, he looks up and leans forward, placing a light kiss on your lips before pulling back and looking at you questioningly.

“How was that?”

Venti

he’s very playful with his kisses and will lean in for one, making you think you’ll receive it, and then pull away when you are mere centimeters apart

when you pout at his teasing he’ll just laugh before indulging you in what you both want

prefers giving you short kisses multiple times a day and will occasionally take the time to hold you in his arms to enjoy the moment

he’s always on the move so times like these are important to him

Your calls of his name don’t go unnoticed when he tugs you along outside of Mondstadt. He had said that it was finally the perfect chance for some time with you right in the depths of night when everyone was asleep and the stars shined brightly in the sky. While you were slightly groggy from being woken up from a peaceful slumber, the carefree smile on his face pushed you through.

You both come to stand in front of the large tree in Windrise and Venti takes the both of you up to one of the branches with his anemo. Once settled, you sit beside each other, hands overlapping with fingers intertwined between the two of you. Some of the crystal butterflies manage to fly high enough to where you both are and you see them fluttering by your eyes against the starry sky.

He calls your name and when you look his way, he’s already staring at you with a smile. You smile right back at him and lean forward, but his cheekiness gets the best of him and you’re met with pure air instead of him. A laugh bubbles from him but you take the opportunity to place your hand behind his head to guide a proper kiss.

“That seemed to be enough teasing for you.”

Xiao

he may seem as if he doesn’t like kisses but he absolutely melts when your lips meet his

kissing you is something he sees as very intimate and wants to keep behind closed doors at all times

during such, he likes you against him as close as possible, pouring out his emotions and leaving himself vulnerable to you

when he pulls away he’s simply content looking at you

He asks for permission, hand holding yours with the utmost of care. You grant it to him of course, for you couldn’t deny the adeptus something he would most likely never ask for again. His lips are surprisingly smooth and you find yourself gradually letting him take the lead to which he was not opposed to. This was the first time he kissed you.

Now, a bit later in your relationship, you’re both atop of the balcony standing by the railing. His amber eyes have intensity and sincerity in them as they look at you with one of his hands caressing your face. The other arm is wrapped behind your back, pressing you to him. In these moments he lets the silence tell you his thoughts, tell you his feelings for you with the wordless confessions he would never dare say out loud.

When he kisses you it starts off gentle, his lips moving against yours in a languid manner before picking up due to his impatience. This visit of yours was unplanned and wasn’t due for another week or so, but nevertheless the actions he would do then would be done now. The words to be said then, would be said now.

“I love you.”

Xingqiu

when he manages to sneak out of the house, his greetings always consist of presses a quick peck to your cheek, lips, or hand

sometimes he doesn’t even know he kisses you because it feel natural for him to do

likes to reenact scenes from the books he reads but is too embarrassed to tell you that they came from them

he can never deny you when you ask for one, thinking it chivalrous to listen to the requests of his lover

You are laying your head in his lap as you are both enjoying the nice weather underneath a large tree. This is supposed to be his “moment of solitude,” as he says, but he brings you along on his way. The wind blows and the leaves rustle above you, causing you to stick your arm up to shield your eyes from the sunlight peeking through them.

Xingqiu clicks his tongue at the cliffhanger, closing his novel and placing it beside your head before moving to tap your nose. You scrunch it in response and ask him how he thought about the ending. He gives you a look of annoyance, presumably because of the actions of the main character.

You laugh lightly at his face and use your hand to poke his cheek. His face softens, taking your hand and leaning down to kiss you gently.

“He should have done that when seeing his love.”

Zhongli

his kisses are very proper, most likely due to just the type of person he is, but he never gives you any that are rushed

he likes to take his time and gently cup your face with one hand while simultaneously leaning down

ever the romantic he always leaves you with parting words like those from a poem

if you decide to press further, he would happily let you, pushing back with the same intensity

He can see that you are upset when he meets you after you’ re done for the day. You have a crestfallen demeanor and your steps are slightly slower as you make your way to him. Immediately, he opens his arms and you happily accept the invitation, sighing in relief when your face his rests on him.

You proceed to tell him what had happened. Apparently, the commission you took on was to find a missing kid who had been gone for days. You were able to rescue her and the sight of her reuniting her with siblings made you think of your own. Were they safe? Where could they possibly be? Will I see them again?

The questions never became words that he could hear but he knew what you were thinking. Zhongli lifts your head to face him directly, kissing your forehead, cheeks, tip of the nose, and finally your lips. He does so with full, soft kisses, promising you that he would do anything to help you find them. Anything that would make you happy. With one last look at you he sees that you’re smiling.

“I would be delighted to have your smile etched in my memory for all of time.”

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i believe in kaeya supremacy

headcanon for ur favs and their s/o's first kiss

Oh my gash I enjoyed writing this one so much. thank you for sending and here you go!

(btw I have chosen Kaeya, Zhongli, Diluc and Childe for now)

Kaeya

Omgggggg this man

Master of smooth-talking seduction and flirting.

But he has caught feelings for you and isn’t afraid to show it.

As one of the librarians, you’ve spent the entire day returning books to their proper shelves and outside the sun is setting, casting a warm glow in the room when you hear a very suave voice calling you

Turning round with a few books piled up in your arms, you didn’t even realise he had come in but there he is, leaning against one of the bookshelves with his arms crossed and looking very handsome. He must have returned from a commission, but he doesn’t look exhausted at all. He’s holding a book in his hand but he isn’t reading it, and he quickly closes it and returns it to the shelf before turning to you

Whilst you’re wondering what he is doing here, he will greet you with a few words and a charming smile before asking you how your day is going

Every time you talk to Kaeya you always feel the air between you changing, it can get very tense

After the minor small talk, it’s kind of clear he’s here for a reason and he wants something

There’s virtually no-one in the library and it’s quiet and its really the perfect place. He’ll sigh and let you know he had wanted to see you all day but kept missing you, and now that he’s finally caught up to you, well…

He walks up to you and lean forwards, grasping your chin gently and tilting your face up to his level

“Kaeya?” You murmur.

He’ll shush you with a smile. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?”

“…Want what?”

“This.”

He gently brushes his lips over yours in a tender and soft kiss that leaves you wanting more when he pulls away. His lips feel very soft and warm and your lips mould together in a perfect fit.

As your heart pounds, he lets go of you and leaves with a smirk on his face

Zhongli

I have this headcanon where you’re his betrothed.

Geo daddy who lives rent free in my head wants to experience a mortal life, and he has to go through a trial like other mortal beings where he will experience mortal love and go through the agony and suffering of losing a loved one

This is where you come into the picture

You belong to an ancient sect called Emei who are tasked with protecting and taking care of you, dwelling in Mt Aozhang

Due to your status, no mortal is allowed to see you so you’re pretty much cooped up atop the mountain, spending most of the time gazing at the world below

It can get very lonely

Therefore when Mr Zhongli comes to visit you, you’re always so happy to see him and your helpers always ensure you are dressed well and looking your best whenever he arrives

You and Mr Zhongli have met occasionally, standing under the luscious shade of the trees or sitting by the pool to talk and spend time together. You’ve always enjoyed listening to him talking about Liyue’s history and culture. He will always bring you flowers too.

It went from simple chats whilst standing rather far apart, then eventually you were comfortable enough to sit quite closely together and have wine/tea, and finally, you went on walks whilst holding hands

Every time he leaves, you miss him very much

One day when he’s visiting, you think he feels the same because he gazes at you with such longing and you spend more time together than usual

Before he returns to Liyue, he kisses your hand. He would normally leave after bidding a fond farewell and a ‘until next time’, but he holds your gaze longer and brushes some hair from your face, caressing your cheek before leaning forwards and pressing his lips gently over yours

You’re left blinking wide-eyed but very much looking forward to his next visit

Diluc

If Diluc liked someone, he’s calm and quiet about it

No-one would even know he had a S/O or someone in mind

Lots of girls like him though he does not return the affection and they scream and cry, wishing he would look at them the way he looks at his falcon

And you actually had your first kiss with him

It was at night, and you’re the accountant of Dawn Winery so you were working late, going through the invoices with Master Diluc sitting beside you. It was just a normal day at work but you wonder if the rumours were true - that Master Diluc liked you

And you don’t remember falling asleep, but Diluc looks away from his book and glances at your direction when he feels a weight pressing against the side of his arm

And there you are, having fallen asleep on his shoulder with pen in hand and he lets out a gentle sigh, puts down his paperwork

He murmurs your name and gives you a shake but you don’t wake up

It’s getting really late so he lifts you out of the chair and into his arms so he can carry you to the guest room, when your head lolls over and your lips smacks over his mouth

So yes, accidental kiss haha!

You would think he gets flustered, his cheeks matching the colour of his hair - but Diluc is still calm despite this and carefully peels you off and you flop against his chest, and you wake up.

“Huh? W-What happened? Why am I…?” You mutter groggily, before you realise you’re in his arms and your mouth feels a bit wet; you automatically trace your fingers over your lips. You can taste grape juice. Huh???

“We kissed.” He says bluntly.

Childe

You are an agent of Fatui and you’re sent to look after him on a regular basis which is pretty annoying because that means you’re basically his babysitter

And he’s always up to no good and he likes to purposely wind you up and you usually get into trouble for it but he actually really likes you so you have this kind of love/hate relationship with him

He looks easy-going on the outside but deep inside he’s thirsty for blood and lives for the thrill of da kill, and on this occasion you’re both going to train together and this will totally give you an opportunity to clap his cheeks but he gets super hyped from battle so you will have your first kiss in the most unlikely places

Essentially when you’re sparring together, Childe is fighting as if he wanna kill you and you’re doing your best to either defend or retaliate but oh my Archon, he’s a Harbinger for a reason - and the kiss happens very spontaneously but most likely when he’s swept you off your feet and you’re seeing things upside down but if you’re going down, you’re gonna bring him with you and you manage to hook your leg around his ankle and he goes tumbling

You land on your back with a loud, painful thud

When you open your eyes, he’s lying on top of you

You’re not used to him being so close and on top of you as well, and it appears neither is he

In fact, he looks a little shocked for a brief moment (an expression you’ve never seen before) but he’s quick to react and he’s smirking.

Panting heavily, he goes, “Hah...hah...what’s with that look on your face?”

You’re so stunned by this close proximity, you can’t even utter a single syllable and he’s not fooling anyone either with his act

And as you both continue to stare at each other, his grin slowly vanishes and suddenly he’s looking at you with half-lidded eyes before he slides his gaze to your mouth.

Before you can speak, he leans down and kisses you roughly

As quickly as he had kissed you, he is hasty to retreat and you’re left gawking.

He gets up to stand, his hydro blades vanishing upon his will. He throws a quick glance at you from over his shoulder and tells you practise is over.

As he leaves, he licks his lips and traces his thumb over his bottom lip

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A Court of Faded Dreams: Chapter 26

Chapter title: Thorns to Wings, Ruin to Roses

Welcome back darlings! Happy Valentines day!! ACoFD Part II is here, and will be following an upload schedule this week of Mon/Weds/Fri at 6:00 pm GMT. I hope you enjoy what the new timeline has in store! <3

Fic summary: In her grief after Rhys sacrifices himself to restore the Cauldron, Feyre accidentally sends herself back in time. Back in her human body, in her early days in the Spring Court, Feyre must be careful how she alters the timeline as she tries to save Rhys and Prythian from Under the Mountain.

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Feyre had promised Rhys one full week devoid of war plans, strategizing, or really anything other than getting lost in the heat of their bodies. The sexual frenzy they’d fallen into after mating had been comparable to their time in the House of Mist. Certainly just as hungry and passionate. But there was also something raw, something more unrefined in their mating only the week after they’d escaped Under the Mountain.

Rhysand was rediscovering his agency as a lover. His freedom to touch and be touched on only his terms. In the House of Mist, Feyre had still been the first female he’d been with since Amarantha, but he’d had several months to process the abuse. Now, with only a handful of days between her touch and his abuser’s, there were still moments so visceral it cut them both open.

Sometimes their lovemaking was needy, hungry, and urgent, the way the mating bond demanded. More primal than tender. But sometimes, Rhysand just needed Feyre to ride him slowly and whisper gentle, consoling words to him as he clutched her close, holding his eyes steadily on hers. She knew that sometimes he’d shut them and see Amarantha riding him instead. There were times when he’d begin sobbing as he buried his face into her neck, and Feyre would stop and remind him that he was safe and loved as she kissed away his tears.

There was one particularly bad night, where no amount of gentle touches and mental tugging through the bond could stir Rhysand from the horrible, thrashing nightmare that had plunged their room into brutal and unforgiving darkness.

“Rhys,” Feyre begged, touching his shoulder, stroking his hair. “It’s a dream, my love.”

You are safe, she called through the bond. It is not real, you’re not there.

He merely tossed his head where it lay on the pillow, face crumpled in grief. She called his name louder, more desperately. His side of the bond had closed up, protected by a towering fortress she could never hope to penetrate. Feyre knew it was not intentional, and wondered if it was as much a symptom of panic as the way her throat often constricted, convincing herself she could not breathe, when the walls suddenly felt too close.

The tendrils of night that coated their bedroom were frenzied, like a cornered animal seeking for threat and looking to strike. To counter it, she filled the room with her own night, bright and soothing, shimmering with fractals of starlight, yet it could not subdue his panic.

“RHYS.” She pressed her palm to his damp face, tapping his cheek, shaking his shoulder. Everything she could think of to wake him besides crawling atop him—a boundary she would never dare cross when he was in this state. Too many times, had he been woken up that way.

Those violet eyes snapped open, pupils wide with no trace of clarity.

He snarled, loud and vicious, and a moment later taloned claws gripped Feyre’s neck and shoulder, pushing her into the mattress as he hovered over her.

“Rhys,” Feyre choked, struggling around the pressure at her throat, those talons digging harshly enough to leave shallow marks in her skin. It’s me, she called, though his mental shields were still iron-tight.

She drew her magic closer, let her calming starlight caress his sweat-soaked face, pushing back the inky wisps of hair that clung to his forehead. Feyre cried out as his claws dug further into her shoulder, drawing blood, and that was enough to snap her mate back to reality.

Rhysand released her immediately, scrambling back as his face washed over with shame. “Feyre,” he croaked. “Feyre, I’m—”

“It’s okay,” she said, meaning it even as she touched her hand to her throat and relished in the air that filled her lungs once more. “I’m alright, Rhys.”

“I hurt you,” he said, and the anguish in his voice was more painful than any mark he’d left on her body. As was the word he didn’t speak, yet hung in the air regardless: again.

Feyre did not need to ask what he’d been dreaming about. Instead, she slowly approached him, took his hand in hers and guided it to her shoulder so he could feel the smooth skin there. “It’s healed already, love,” she said, moving his palm over her heart, so he could feel it beat steadily. “I’m safe. We both are.”

She watched him take a steady breath, but knew it was not enough to still the restlessness that coursed through his veins. Feyre recognized the way he glanced towards the window, as if searching for a way out, needing to reassure himself that he was not underground. For so long, even in her luxuriously large bedroom in Spring, Feyre struggled to feel as though the room wouldn’t suddenly close in on her.

She touched her mate’s arm, gently. “Go fly, love,” she whispered, instinctively knowing it was what he longed to do. To escape, to feel unburdened by walls. To be untouched by anything but the night sky, which had so long been taken from him.

Rhys looked conflicted, but acquiesced at her urging. Feyre watched him jump out the window, and decided to settle herself in front of a canvas to release some of her own turmoil, for she was not without her own share of nightmares. Rhys did not return until well after the sun came up. After that, they began sleeping in the Moonstone Palace, where the open air from the floor-to-ceiling windows felt less imposing, and made for an easier escape in the middle of the night.

They were not a shooting star, burning brightly and boldly like before. They were a glowing ember before it was stoked into flame. New and delicate and softly glowing. That week, unadulterated with the political affairs of the world, had been absolute bliss. Heartbreaking and bittersweet at times, but blissful nonetheless.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t last forever.

Feyre and Rhys woke to loud knocking at their bedroom door on the eighth morning of their mating. They both groaned at the intrusion, at first electing not to answer, but the knocking only grew more insistent.

Feyre was the first to give in. She slipped into a robe, tying it around her waist as she kicked the door open.

It was Cassian. Of course it was. The feral snarl that tore itself from the High Lord on the bed behind her set Cassian’s faze ablaze with that stupid grin. In an instant, Rhys was at her elbow, still stark naked. His arm snaked possessively around Feyre.

“Good morning, lovebirds. Mating bond still chafing a bit, I see.”

Feyre fixed Rhys with a steady glare, then gave the same to Cassian. Rhys stiffened as her eyes met Cassian’s, but he clenched his jaw against the warring instincts. He had a week on the few days they’d had in the House of Wind, and the fact that he wasn’t tumbling on the floor with Cassian was testament to it.

“Please tell me you’re not just here to taunt Rhys.”

The grin didn’t leave Cassian’s face, even as his brother stood naked and deadly before him. If anything, that seemed to increase his childish glee. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I’m actually here to summon our High Lord and Lady to the war meeting Az has requested on this fine morning.”

“A bit last minute for a war meeting,” Rhys gritted.

Cassian’s eyes flickered between Rhys and Feyre. “Actually, we planned this meeting days ago. None of us were brave enough to interrupt and let you know.”

Feyre pressed a steadying hand to Rhysand’s arm, drawing that lethal attention away from Cassian. Once their eyes met, Rhys relaxed instantly.

“We’ll be there in a moment, Cass,” she murmured, not taking her eyes away from her mate.

“Alright. But I gotta say, I’m a bit disappointed Feyre wasn’t the one to open the door naked.”

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They winnowed just above the House of Wind. Still not a confident flier, Rhys cradled Feyre to his chest as he soared right through the open windows to the war room.

Everyone was already gathered inside, Cassian sporting a black eye that was already healing. So worth it, he’d said after Rhys had decked him outside their bedroom. Amren was staring at Rhys and Cass disapprovingly, and Feyre guessed that everyone already knew what had transpired.

“Rhys, Feyre, so great of you both to join us again,” Mor chirped pleasantly, ignoring the tension that had settled between the males in the room.

Feyre smiled at the blonde female. “Thank you, Mor,” Feyre said, taking her friend’s lead. “I suppose we should let the ladies lead this meeting, since the males are so caught up in this needless territorialism?”

Az cleared his throat, moving around the large black table that was adorned with maps and small pieces to represent armies. He pointedly avoided meeting Feyre’s eyes as he spoke. “We were actually hoping you could take initiative in detailing Hyberns movement’s in the previous timeline.”

That was all the prompting Feyre needed. She immediately launched into recounting every detail she could recall, in some cases projecting the memories directly into her friends’ minds.

“So to summarize,” Azriel said after she’d finished. “There are a couple key moments in Hybern’s attack to which we have a distinct time advantage. The first being that they’ve yet to acquire the Cauldron’s legs. We can increase protection around the temples or move the legs entirely.”

“We could set a trap for their armies at the temple, catch them off guard?” Feyre proposed.

Rhysand, more relaxed now that they’d moved to official business, pursed his lips. “We need to be careful how we stage our advantage. Hybern can’t know we’re on to them, and that we know what they’re looking for.”

“We can hardly just let them attack the temples,” Mor protested.

“Of course not,” Rhys said with a frown. “But we can’t just post Night Court soldiers in Sangravah and Itica. Those aren’t our territories, it would look too suspicious. We have an advantage in Hybern thinking we don’t know about the Cauldron.”

“We lose that advantage the moment the Mortal Queens make contact with Hybern and tell the King we’re after the Book of Breathings,” Feyre pointed out.

“Hybern hasn’t collected the legs yet, so Jurian hasn’t been resurrected to serve as the Queens’ ambassador. If we move quickly and keep the legs in our possession, we have the chance to get the Queens on our side. Especially if we can show them what’s waiting if they choose to ally with Hybern.”

Feyre followed his train of thought. “The Veritas?”

“You said yourself that showing them Velaris bought us nothing but an exposed vulnerability that both Hybern and Keir exploited. Maybe this time, if we meet with them before they get in contact with Jurian, we can convince them to ally with us through Feyre’s memories of the time before.”

Azriel considered this. “In the meantime we need to increase wards around the temples and relocate the legs—our plan to ally with the queens falls apart if Jurian makes contact before us. And the battle is over before it begins if the King never gets his hands on those Cauldron pieces.”

Rhysand nodded his agreement. “Time is our biggest advantage at the moment. We’re organizing our counterattack five months earlier and we’re no longer taking blind shots through the dark. We need to organize a meeting with the Mortal Queens, steal the Veritas from Keir, and get in contact with Feyre’s sisters.”

“My sisters may not be willing to help again,” Feyre said with a frown. “We’ll need to consider an alternative meeting place with the queens. I promised Elain she could stay at the Spring Court with Lucien, and Nesta may choose to stay, or go with her, or anywhere in between. Perhaps we should start by assessing their thoughts on the matter.”

Rhysand turned to face her, expression affectionate, if not a little reluctant, as he murmured, “I guess we have some negotiating to do.”

Feyre smiled in agreement. “I’ll send word ahead to both my sisters and Tamlin.”

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It took some convincing, but they eventually decided it was better for Feyre to go to the Spring Court alone. Relations between Rhys and Tamlin were still tense, despite their tentative allyship Under the Mountain. And a fresh mating bond would certainly stoke those tensions.

Rhys winnowed Feyre outside the manor, and vanished after a quick kiss on the cheek. Unfortunately, there was still the matter of the Illyrian uprising in the wake of Amarantha’s reign. Cass and Az had been battling them in Rhysand’s time away, but now it was time for their High Lord to step in and squash the resurrections once and for all.

It made Feyre feel a bit guilty, to be given such a peaceful task in comparison to her mate’s. But she supposed they both had their strengths, and they had no choice but to play to them.

She hadn’t announced her arrival to Tamlin or his court beforehand, so her sudden appearance as she strode towards the Manor’s front doors was unexpected. Sentries and subjects alike sent double-glances in her direction. She heard the astonished whispers of Feyre Cursebreaker.

The doors opened before she could get close enough to see the whites of Tamlin’s eyes where he stood on the threshold. There was a whisper of red hair beside him—Lucien.

“Feyre,” Tamlin greeted once she was within earshot. His eyes were wide. “What brings you here?”

Feyre splayed her arms amicably, her tattoos on full display. She could feel both males draw attention to the twin sets she had not borne when she’d last seen them. Lucien’s russet eye twinkled as he took her appearance in, warm and curious. Tamlin, on the other hand, looked a bit off put by the additional marking.

“I come as High Lady of the Night Court,” she crooned, summoning that wicked smile that was the twin to her mate’s. “Here on diplomatic affairs.”

Both males seemed to reel back in shock. She supposed they’d never actually divulged that little fact to Tamlin and Lucien in all their talks of the previous timeline. Tamlin wouldn’t remember telling Feyre there was no such thing as a High Lady, but he certainly still believed such a thing.

Still, there was a hint of respect in Tamlin’s eyes as he surveyed Feyre. Then, he laughed. “Leave it to Rhysand to spit on tradition,” he mused, gesturing Feyre inside. “I assume you’re here to discuss the war, High Lady?”

She followed him through the halls of the manor, pleased to see he was taking her to his meeting room, not the dining room. A gesture of acknowledgment towards her status.

“The war, among other things,” she said. Lucien was watching her intently. She sent her friend a wink to confirm what she knew he was looking for. “An honorary member of the Night Court seeks a… consular position in the Spring Court. An ambassador, of sorts, to maintain friendly relations between our courts.”

Lucien was grinning, but Tamlin, who was clueless to what Feyre was referring to, narrowed his eyes. “And who is this honorary member of your court?”

“My sister, Elain.”

Feyre hadn’t expected how delightful it would be to catch Tamlin so thoroughly off guard. His mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why would you send your sister to our court?”

Lucien cleared his throat, looking surprisingly flustered. “She’s my mate.”

Tamlin glanced between the two of them, eyes wide and disbelieving. Feyre was a bit shocked Lucien hadn’t already mentioned it to his High Lord, but she was grateful he had waited solely so she could be witness to it.

“There would be conditions,” Feyre said sternly, looking both males in the eyes firmly. Her power stirred restlessly under her skin, and she let some of it show, a steady burning in her eyes. A lethal promise. “Ones you would both need to swear to.”

“Anything,” Lucien said, a bit too quickly. Tamlin snapped his eyes to him in warning, seemingly jolted to see his emissary’s composure fall so quickly. Mated males truly were something else.

“What conditions?” Tamlin said stiffly, perhaps sensing he was quickly losing control of the situation. He crossed his arms in that stubborn indignation he was so renowned for.

“The first condition is to swear no harm will come to my sister. She will be under your protection in these lands as a political guest. I want her treated more carefully than I was as a human, with the utmost respect.”

Lucien clenched his jaw at the implication that his mate wouldn’t be safe. Before they could say anything further, Feyre continued.

“The second is Ianthe.” She knew the name was unexpected, and seemed to startle both males. Ianthe was a childhood friend of Tamlin’s, and Feyre was unsure if she’d returned yet from Vallahan. “I don’t want her anywhere near Elain. You are to choose here and now whether you wish to host the priestess or my sister, you cannot have both on your lands.”

“What’s wrong with Ianthe?” Tamlin demanded, voice rising defensively.

“Many things,” Feyre said frankly. “But foremost, in the old timeline she betrayed us and allied with the King. She’s directly responsible for the harm that came to my sisters, and many others.”

Feyre briefly considered mentioning what she’d done to Lucien, the thought of which made her sick. Perhaps there was enough showing on her face, because the two males glanced at each other considerately.

“Ianthe isn’t here,” Tamlin said at last. “But I will let her know she is not welcome to return.”

It wasn’t the most satisfactory solution, since Feyre knew Ianthe was still a vulture circling. If not the Spring Court, she’d find somewhere else to sink her talons. The thought of more potential victims made her uneasy, but it was something they could deal with further down the road.

“Finally, if for any reason, regardless of circumstances, my sister expresses discomfort or wishes to leave, you will winnow her directly to the Night Court. I don’t care what the reason is and I don’t care if either of you feel it’s justified. If Elain says she wants to go, you take her. If Elain says to leave her alone, you leave her alone. Any boundaries set by my sister, you must respect. Understood?”

“Of course,” Lucien said, eyes soft. Tamlin was nodding his agreement. But it wasn’t enough.

“Swear it. As a bargain. Right now. My sister’s company in exchange for those three conditions being met.”

Feyre held out her hand. Lucien was the first to accept.

“I agree to your terms,” he murmured softly. He clasped the side of his neck, suddenly, where she knew a small floral pattern was curling behind his ear. “I hope your sister likes tattoos,” he said begrudgingly.

“She’ll like that one,” Feyre said with a wink, before turning her eyes to Tamlin. “Well, High Lord?”

He reached his hand to accept Feyre’s. There was something purposeful about it that caught her off guard.

“I agree to your terms, High Lady. Your sister will be safe in my lands.”

His golden-green eyes were searching hers. Feyre wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but his countenance wasn’t openly hostile and she found that promising. So she offered him a soft smile, which he returned.

“Right,” she said, realizing they’d been staring at each other in that silent communication. Feyre dropped her hand, which he’d been shaking far past what was appropriate. “Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about this pesky war, hmm?”

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Take Me Away

Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warnings: slight angst, eventual fluff Summary: Royalty!AU - You and your lady-in-waiting Wanda have been in a secret, forbidden relationship but everything gets tested when your father, the King, announces you are to be wed to a prince from a neighboring country. A/N: i’ve been loving royalty!au stuff lately and wanted to take my own stab at it. it’s not the most complicated, spectacular piece but i enjoyed writing it!

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Wanda always arrived to your chambers right at the crack of dawn. Ever the punctual one, your lady-in-waiting never wasted a second once that bright light of a new day came through the windows. Sometimes she was even tasked with waking you up, ranting and raving about how your gown was going to take forever to lace up or that your hair wasn’t going to be dry enough to meet your family for breakfast.

Her frantic attitude always made you laugh. You thought her worrying heart was so silly and to show for it, you’d sometimes make it a point to shut her up with a kiss. One thing would lead to another until you two were lost among the silk sheets.

That all, though, had come to a stop today. Wanda was late this morning and you sadly knew why. Her heart must’ve been breaking, taking all her energy to pick up the pieces one by one this morning. You didn’t blame her, really, you felt the same break within you.

It had all fallen out last night. Your father, the usually benevolent King, had held a feast for your court and the royal family of a neighboring country. This wasn’t unusual for him as he very much loved to entertain. Everything had been going smooth. You were lost in the dancing and laughing with the patron, eagerly showing off the brand new dress your tailor had delivered that morning. You even got to sneak some cheeky glances at Wanda who stood off with the other servants, ready when needed.

Everything came to a screeching halt the second dinner had concluded. In between the refills of wine and arrival of dessert, your father had a surprise announcement to. It was as if a million bombs were going off. He revealed you were set to be married to the bordering country’s Prince. No one had told you, not even a hint from your mother, just this public declaration. You looked towards the king and his son — your soon-to-be-husband — and they were just beaming with joy. All plans and politics were falling into place for them while your world was crumbling.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom where you vomited profusely. Wanda, though, didn’t arrive to help. In fact, she didn’t arrive to your room for the rest of the night, sending one of the temporary servants instead.

You fell asleep feeling the loneliest you had felt in a long time. And those feelings certainly weren’t subsiding as you sat at your vanity the next morning, still waiting for Wanda.

You had been sitting alone for so long you thought she had abandoned her duties — or maybe she had just straight up retired last night and you were waiting on nothing — but then there was the unmistakable sound of your heavy door creaking open followed the gentle clicking of it closing. You peered into your looking glass, shifting it so slightly to show you the presence behind you.

"Wanda," you sighed, her naming falling from your lips as if it was the sweetest honey.

"Your Highness." While unsurprising, her cold and stoic response cut you. Your body tensed. Last time she had called you that was upon your very first meeting. Before she was the lover you kept in the shadows. Before there was ever a chance of losing her. The royal title felt like a death sentence now.

After a deep breath, you slowly placed the looking glass back on the table. You felt Wanda approach you from behind with caution. You didn’t know whether to turn around or ask her to begin her morning duties. If you were to be really honest with yourself, you just wanted to grab her and hold one another.

But Wanda seemed to have decided for the both of you. Hesitantly, she reached for the brush on the vanity and gently began on your hair. You wanted to cry.

"Wanda, please," you mumbled. "Talk to me."

"Talk to you?" She repeated, her fingers now running through your hair giving slight pulls as she fixed the curls. The actions reminded you of when she would… "And what would you like me to say?"

"Something, anything!" You were nearly crying, your words coming out in weak begs. "I didn’t know anything about it, you have to trust me on that. I—I don’t want… I could never—,"

"Never, what?" Wanda cut you off, the brushing motions in your hair suddenly halted. "You couldn’t possibly think we could ever be together fully. I’ll admit, I indulged in this fantasies but I’ve stopped. We weren’t meant to be and you sure weren’t meant to be a single princess forever." She cleared her throat. "This was bound to happen, I fear."

"No, no," you fought back, shaking your head insistently. Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down, but you only jumped at the touch, feeling that burning connection between you two. You couldn’t believe how much hold she had over you. How much you had over one another.

"Your Highness, I’m afraid—,"

"We can run away." The words slipped out of you so fast you never had a chance to bite your tongue. It felt like the world stopped, like you had created your own bomb to set off. Wanda’s grip on your shoulder got tighter. You straightened your posture, meaning business now despite the tears still flowing. You placed your hand atop of hers and continued, "I really think we could do it, dear. I can access the family funds, we could pack a few things, then be off in the night. Wouldn’t that just be nice? We could go wherever, start whatever life we want. You’re not wrong to say this was bound to happen but that doesn’t mean we can’t escape it."

"My Lady… There must be some consideration for the prince, the kingdoms, your subjects—,"

"They’re better to have no ruler than one who lives in constant agony."

The declaration was bold but it was the farthest from a lie. You decided to finally turn and face Wanda, your hand now holding hers with the greatest, most loving strength. The first thing you noticed were her eyes. They were so red and heavy, no doubt from hours of crying. Her hair was a mess as well, complimented by the worn down servants gown she wore. She hadn’t put any effort in today, probably dragging herself about as you predicted.

Slowly, you pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Wanda let out a breathy gasp. When you met her eyes again, it appeared the deal had been sealed. But you needed her to say it.

"We can really do this, can’t we?" She asked shyly.

You nodded, a little grin playing at your lips. "I think we could go anywhere," you confirmed. "Maybe we can start a farm, raise some chickens or cows. Or — Oh! We could start a nice garden. I loved the one here but father wouldn’t let me learn how to care for it."

Wanda sighed as she watched you get lost in a new fantasy, one way beyond just being together but having a life. "Speaking of your father, he will send people after us, won’t he? The palace guards will die trying to find us if they have to."

You simply shrugged. Sure, she wasn’t wrong, but this was a big place and who knew what bigger places were out there. "Let them," you finally said. "We’ll be so far long gone before they realize it they won’t know what hit them."

Silence fell between you two.

"You’re going to give up all this for a chance for us to be together?" Wanda finally asked, motioning towards the gloriousness of the castle chamber. She was a very thorough one, extremely detailed-oriented, which made her the best partner-in-crime you had decided before ever engaging romantically. Eventually, it was one of the things that made you fall head over heals. She noticed everything, always the sweet and cool observer. You didn’t blame her for using the skill now.

"Wanda, dear," you sighed as your hand crept its way to her neck. "I’d give it all up a million times over to be with you."

Your sweet lover looked like she was now going to cry so you took the leap to lean up, catching her lips with yours. After a stunned moment, she returned the kiss, your lips moving in a familiar sync. It was electrifying knowing you hadn’t lost her. Knowing she was most likely going to be it for you, forever. Completely devoted to one another, comfortably and freely.

Wanda’s hand begin caressing your cheek when she pulled away slightly. Your foreheads were touching now but it still wasn’t close enough for you.

"Let’s do it," she whispered. "Take me away."

Words seemed so hard, something only the presence of Wanda could do to you. Unable to figure what was right to say now, of all times, you nodded and wrapped one arm around her waist. You pulled her into you, hugging her with all your might. She didn’t hesitate to return the embrace, soaking each other in.

"Of course, dear," you eventually said. Such small words they held the mysterious beginning and marked the glorious end.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Tell me you love me, before I go.

A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.

Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.

AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.

A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible.

Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters.

They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort.

Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping.

She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor.

"Shit."

"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly.

Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners?

"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse.

"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out.

She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders.

"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him.

"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom.

"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair.

"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor.

The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked.

"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way.

His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point.

"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time.

"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle.

"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice.

"Fuck you." She yells.

"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction.

"Not my fault that you're a perv."

He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder."

"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks.

When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear.

You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER.

His brain screams but his heart says otherwise.

She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms.

It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives.

She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating.

He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber.

He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush.

His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage.

"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life.

"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you."

"Fuck you."

"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me.

She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her.

"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit.

"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest.

"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes.

"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate.

He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him.

"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly.

"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her.

His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away.

"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire.

"Fuck me." She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws.

He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises.

The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.

"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses.

"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence.

"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh.

"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.

Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her.

When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her.

She's a subby. A cute one.

Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head.

Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls.

"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats.

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight.

He can never let her have nice things would he?

"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip.

His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it.

"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek.

She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it.

She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland.

"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises.

She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties.

He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre.

She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?"

How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier.

"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting.

She wants him, inside her needy pussy.

She can't take the teasing anymore.

"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness for him.

"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds."

"Atta girl." He pets her cheek.

Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core.

"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat.

"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.

His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one.

She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit.

When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly.

"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words.

His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.

A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too.

She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly.

"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy.

"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her.

She desires for more.

She has become one little insatiable thing.

His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation.

"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick.

"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes.

He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something.

When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly.

He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late.

"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space.

His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic.

"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses.

"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss.

"Promise."

She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings.

"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him.

"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up.

"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag.

"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No."

"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath.

"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks.

"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body.

"Okie but come back quick."

"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you."

It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her.

But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war.

She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy.

He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on."

"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars.

It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back."

"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter.

"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts.

"But what — "

"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest.

It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror.

Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct.

"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood.

He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly.

"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek.

Will it hurt?

You'll get to know after taking one.

He wishes he could takes his words back.

"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock.

"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building.

His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time.

"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.

He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.

He couldn't stop crying.

He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.

But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.

"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last.

"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from.

She's hating to leave him.

"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame.

She's so fond of him at the moment.

She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth.

"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace.

"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before.

"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails.

Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again.

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles one shots #harry styles dirty imagines #harry smut #You guys are gonna hate me for this #i cried too #pls fetch some tissue before reading

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Midoriya, smling awkwardly; Apologies, sir, but i think you are in the wrong tower.

Bakugou, already in love: ... No, it's definitely the right one.

i offer you, flynn!bkg x musketeer!deku based off this lovely art, & woolly's precious dialouge

“You’re sure that this is the tower?”

Bakugou squints, fighting against the blaring sunlight that shines above the roof. “I guess..?”

Beside him, Todoroki groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t possibly say that when we’re already here.”

Growling, Bakugou brings a hand to shield over his gaze. “Shut up.” He snarls lowly, “I barely had any information on this damn, stupid damsel, let alone where she lives. Give me a damn break!”

“That’s why you’re supposed to ask around.”

“Yeah, let me just ask a bunch of local bimbos and lackeys where to find a tall ass tower, holding a long destined princess inside.” Bakugou stomps in his boots, throwing his arms in the air. “Oh right, that’s every fucking tower, ‘round here!”

Todoroki sighs, turning his back away from Bakugou. “Well, I’m personally choosing to not stay and watch yourself get humiliated. For both of our sakes.”

Bakugou sputters, the ends of his hair spiking. “What the hell?!” He hisses, “You’re just gonna leave me all my damn self?!”

“This isn’t my fairy tale to fulfill.”

“Fuck that! Crooks and shitty pirates could be up this stupid tower! You’re staying, Half n’ Half!”

Todoroki never ceases his steps, waving a hand behind. “I’ll be awaiting your arrival back at the creek with our horses.” He calls back.

When his figure becomes non-existent, far deep in the forest where they came from, Bakugou angrily digs his booted heels into the ground. Grittened curses and insults are easily spewed, as doubts flood Bakugou’s mind.

This had to be the tallest tower in the countryside; there was no fucking way. He and Todoroki travelled out of their safe haven village, risked their damn lives as wanted men in the kingdom, and yet, all of their efforts could potentially be wasted, over some shit tip he got, when he was young and gullible.

Now, all he hopes is that his goddamn soulmate has enough money to bail him out of the authorities' heavy watch.

That’s right; Soulmates. Connected together through a folk story or fairy tale, they were fated, destined pairs that were lucky enough to be passed down through generations. Only a few people throughout their kingdom were blessed to have this guidance.

The fairy tales differ and vary in task. The most common to be gifted was the midnight glass slipper and the kissing of a frog; feet and reptiles were fucking gross. There was the waking kiss of a cursed needle struck; stupid. And, there was the beast curse uplifting, which was the most absurd of them all; absolutely disgusting.

Yet, Bakugou had been the unfortunate bastard to have been given the family fairy tale of having to find his princess at the tallest tower of the land, and climb it with her fucking hair. Go figure.

Glancing back at the tower, Bakugou notices its many oddities. Despite no front door anywhere to be seen, there were large windows, overlooking the forest and far city below. And, on the sills and on top of the stone slabs, moss, garden flowers, and vines grew, with a year's worth of growth. And, at the highest point, the compartment of the tower looked rather large, not all small or crowded looking.

The tower didn’t scream ‘help me’. Instead, the building looked rather cozy, well taken care of, and gave off an air of home.

It bewildered Bakugou entirely.

He’s meant to save his fated princess from the heights of her secluded isolation, and yet, it feels like he’s going to fucking bother her.

Regardless, he has a mission that he needs to get over with. The sooner he can call out to his fated partner, the sooner he can have a sword to her throat and demand riches.

“Oi!” Bakugou shouts aloud at the tower, towards the largest window opening. “Open up!”

When there’s no response, he cups his hand around his mouth. “Hey! I said fucking open up, already! Let down your hair!”

Nothing.

Irritation seeps under his skin. Bakugou knows he has to quote the cringest, most idiotic words to ever leave his lips, in order for his destiny to finally be fulfilled. But, for god’s sake, he doesn’t want to.

In a way, he’s glad the damn Half n’ Half bastard wasn’t nearby to hear him make a complete fool out of himself. Looking like a fucking jester to the king.

Clearing his throat, Bakugou stubbornly tries to ignore the embarrassed burning of his cheeks. “..Rapunzel, oh Rapunzel,” He begrudgingly echoes, “Let down your hair!”

Like a hawk eying at its prey, Bakugou focuses at the window, for any sign of possible movement or noise. But, just as before, not a single shift in the air changed, or an indication of acknowledgement.

Bakugou throws down his satchel in a fit of fury. “Are you fucking deaf?!” He turns away, shouting to the sky, “I swear, in the name of Ever After, I will set this stupid, tall ass tower ablaze, if you don’t open this damn window and let me climb your long ass hair, right—!”

A creak emits from the direction of the tower, and immediately Bakugou’s heart jumps.

Slowly, he twists back to notice finally that the closed, large window now had its curtains separated, and its double panels open.

And standing atop of the perch of the balcony, was a young man, dressed in a musketeer attire and red cape. His short, green curls peeped from under his feathered hat.

“Wh-What long hair?” The man asks, genuinely confused.

Even though there was a distance between them, Bakugou could still see the beauties. Those emerald eyes; they put every ruby and sapphire to shame. Those freckles, sprinkled across his soft features; splattered nicely like stars. And, that skin; kissed and caressed by the sun’s warmth lovingly.

Bakugou doesn’t realize he’s been staring, until the man speaks out, “Are you lost, sir?”

Now, that makes Bakugou double take. “Wha— I’m supposed to be fucking asking you that.”

The young musketeer tilts his head down below. “This is my home? I live here.”

“..Rapunzel isn’t fucking here? The damsel in distress, abandoned by a wicked mother, crying alone, and shitting bricks in fear, wanting to escape to see the real world outside?”

“..I have a wonderful mom. I regularly leave to guard the kingdom’s palace, and I would think I live a blessed, calm life.” The young man voices shyly, “And, um, I’m Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku. There is no Rapunzel here..”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Todoroki would have gone fucking mental, hearing this. And, honestly, Bakugou kinda wishes he could see his fellow bandit’s reaction.

“Shit.” Bakugou groans, running a hand through his hair. “You’re telling me this ain’t the tallest tower of the kingdom?”

“Um,” Midoriya scratches at the underside of his cheek, “I mean, this is one of them.”

“Fucking hell.”

Pointing behind him, Midoriya redirects Bakugou’s attention towards the horizon line. “The tallest towers are out to the mountainside, where their roofs graze the clouds and breeze. It will take you a few days to reach there.”

“..Are you fucking certain you ain’t the Rapunzel I seek?”

Midoriya blushes at the mention. However, smiling awkwardly, he shakes his head. “Apologies, sir. But, I do think you are at the wrong tower. I’m only a mere simpleton.”

Fucking hell. He was at the wrong tower.

Yet, that soft, gentle smile. It leaves Bakugou whirling, with this fluttery, airy sensation overwhelmingly consuming him from the inside, out. That smile looks so good, against those supple, rosy, freckled cheeks, and paired perfectly with those iries of jade.

Midoriya didn’t have the fated long, golden hair, or the destined, donned name of Rapunzel.

But, Bakugou was always the one to chase after things he wasn’t supposed to have, stealing them away for himself. And, despite the hefty bounty on his head, begging him to stop, there was nothing wrong in stealing one last thing.

Soulmate or not, he hopes to take Midoriya's heart.

“Nah,” Bakugou snorts, the corners of his lips lifting, “This is definitely the right one.”

#star responds #sorry this took so long !! i decided to take a break after my hectic life became grossly more exhausting #this bkdk fic made me so happy you have NO idea #thank you woolly !!! as always ily & i appreciate all your asks #hope i did this justice !!#bakudeku #FICLET #minisheku #my beloved

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hazbbyhaz · 3 years

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sleepless || harry styles

twenty six

pairing: harry styles x OC

synopsis: an emotional night

disclaimer: nightmares, child abuse, blood, descriptions of child abuse, kissing

The mind returns in dream

-Amy Bonner

"Did you know that Queen Victoria had a 14 year old stalker who broke into Buckingham Palace at least four times?"

"I didn't know that." Harry mumbles, turning himself on his side to look at Avery. She is lying on her back, eyes trained on the ceiling, saying anything that comes across her mind.

"Apparently he even stole her underwear once!"

"Avery, we’re supposed to sleep." There was a small bat of silence after Harry’s statement. In truth, Avery had been doing everything she could to avoid sleeping, despite agreeing to rest.

"Oh right" She murmurs, closing her eyes before opening them again. "I’m sorry. What time is it? Is it morning yet?"

"It must be around 1am."

"That's not close to morning at all," Her lips start to quiver at the realization. He watches as she takes two deep breaths, shuts her eyes, and turns to face him; the quivering coming to a stop.

"can't we drink a cup of tea? I always sleep better with tea."

Harry can hear the desperation in her voice. He can see her clinging to any possible scenario that will keep her awake. Every possibility that will prolong the inevitable. She needs sleep. At this point, more than anything.

“You’ve had more than enough tea for the night. We can make more in the morning. But first, we have to sleep." Right outside the window streetlights cast ambient light upon Avery's bedroom. The golden rays dance across her face so elegantly; so gently.

Her eyes are trained on something Harry can’t see, but he is acutely aware of her. He can see the three freckles that have made themselves home on her nose, the heart shape of her lips, the cerulean blue hue of her eyes. He’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

If only he could take a photograph. Try to capture this moment in its entirety, in all of its beauty. Show them how amazing these small, intimate moments are. Or maybe he didn't want that. Maybe he just wanted to keep her close. Keep this for him, and only him.

"What about my Valerian pills? They help me fall asleep."

"Love, don’t they make it worse?"

"Sometimes, but at least I'll be asleep." Her eyes finally trail up to his own. While his are calm and reassuring, hers are filled with fear. Fear that runs deeper than he could ever imagine.

"What do you dream about, Ave?" His fingers caress her cheek, he can feel her breath hitch as he gently brushes her hair behind her ear.

"I’ve never told anyone," She mutters, her eyes never leaving his own. Not for a second. "not anyone I cared about."

"Then let me be the first" With his hands on her cheeks, his eyes fall to her rosy lips. The familiar urge to kiss her resurfaces, flowing from his head to his toes. But he can’t, he knows he can’t. What they have is too delicate to risk.

From the moment that he had met her, he knew that she was alone. He has never seen her with anyone else, never seen her receive a text message or a phone call. To his knowledge, she doesn’t step foot out of her flat unless something important warrants her to do so.

Deep down, he knows that he is all that she’s got. The only person who is there for her in any true sense. The last thing he wants to do is ruin what they’ve created by giving in to his own urges.

Regardless of Harry's string of thoughts, their eyes meet. Sky blue on forest green. As Avery's eyes trail down to his lips, he slowly leans forward, pressing his lips to her own. The kiss is delicate and soft. With his calloused hands gently cupping her cheeks, Avery feels like that of porcelain. Like a fragile piece of glass someone is terrified to drop.

His hands drop from her face to her hip, pulling her impossibly closer. She grabs at his shirt, heavy breaths escaping as their lips briefly part. They are so close to one another, entangled with each other in every way they could, but it isn’t close enough.

His lips taste like earl grey tea and peppermint gum, a blend Avery didn’t know could be so addictive. Her lips taste of bitter coffee, but he doesn’t mind. They’re hers, that’s all that matters.

A few moments later Harry pulls back. He rests his forehead atop her own, leaving a gentle kiss to her nose as they both regain their breaths. Harry's thoughts diminish as he focuses on what’s happening now. The present. It’s only now that he can really see just how Avery is reacting. Her hands are latched tightly to his shirt, desperately trying to pull him closer. Harry's gentle call of her name does nothing to aid in her growing frustration.

He lets her pull him in once again, their lips reconnecting in a more heated kiss. She bites down on his lower lip, letting him know that he can continue. Harry slowly turns them over, leaning up with his elbows on either side of Avery's head, Avery laying on her back. And they kiss. Averys lips continue locking with his own because this feeling is so different from how numb she has felt. How she has been feeling for far too long.

For the first time that Avery can remember, she feels alive. Feeling Harry's lips on hers, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath her touch, it feels like home. Like comfort and safety, like last minute trips to the beach and drinking tea at house parties. It feels like everything finally coming together.

If only she could stay here for the rest of her life - stay right here, in this moment. Forever. Then everything would be alright. No worries, no mean girls, no nightmares, no sleepless nights. None of it. She would be okay. She could handle every thought spiral, every mean word, every single doubt, if she knew that she could come home to this. Know that she could feel Harry's lips on hers at the end of the day.

The small sounds Avery is emitting make Harry slow his movements down "Ave..." he mumbles in between kisses. “Hey hey hey, it’s okay… slow down, love. It’s okay.”

She can’t look into his eyes, he sees the tears welling up in them. Her whimpers only grow louder once she knows that he is aware of them, worrying him even more. In an effort to calm her, Harry starts trailing kisses down her face.

“I’m not going to hurt you… I am never going to hurt you… I don't ever want to do that.” She hasn’t said a word to him in an alarming amount of time, not letting him know what is going on in her head. His kisses trail down her jaw before pressing softly into her neck, right above her pulse point. “Talk to me, love. Please say something…”

“You will leave…” She says it so quietly that he almost misses it. But when those three words hit his ears his own eyes begin to water. He immediately stops his actions, softly cupping her cheeks in his hands. Her lips quivers once again before she whispers “I don’t want you to leave, Harry.”

"I won’t, Avery. I’m not going to leave." He reassures her, pushing another strand of hair out of her face as a few tears roll down her cheeks. "Look at me, please... I know you’re scared, I know. This is something new for the both of us, and new things are always scary."

"God I'm pathetic," Harry wipes the tears away from her cheeks, looking down at the girl below him with empathetic eyes. "I'm sorry"

“It’s okay. You’re not pathetic. If anyone here is pathetic, it’s me because I am just so smitten by you!”

Avery giggles as Harry presses one final kiss to her lips, both of them smiling into it like lovesick idiots. His arms wrap around her before turning them over, settling into a comfortable silence.

“Are you going to be able to sleep?” Avery nods her head, looking up at Harry.

"Do you promise you’ll wake me?" Her head is lying on his chest, right above his heart, and his arm is tightly wrapped around her petite frame.

"I'll wake you, I promise."

“Mommy!” I cry, hitting the cellar door with my fists. I can see a little bit of light from under the door, it shines on the staircase all the way down to the floor. I’ve been trying to get her to come here for a while, I don’t know if she can hear me.

“Mommy! it’s really cold…” I still don’t hear her. Hitting the door that many times makes both of my hands hurt. I sit up against the wall next to the door, shivering. The wall is just as cold as everything else. The stones in it hurt my back as I sit.

I got to talk to Daddy on the phone a couple days ago, and he said we would go to the park today. I really want to go, but I don’t know where he is. I don’t want to be here anymore, not with Mommy. I just want to go upstairs to my room. Sleep in my bed with all my stuffed animals and my blankie. Maybe I could stay with Daddy after the park.

“Can I please have my blankie?… Please, Mommy. It’s really really cold!” Sheepy is sitting against the wall opposite me. I grab him and hold him close to my chest. “Are you cold, Sheepy?” I pet his fur, but it’s not as soft as it used to be, and he is missing one of his button eyes. It fell off earlier today.

“Don’t worry, Daddy is gonna take us to the park soon. He promised, remember?”

There is a very loud noise and I scream as the door slams open. Before I can move out of the way, I am falling down the stairs. My head hits the wall and all it’s stones many times before I hit the bottom. I open my eyes and see the bottom of the staircase, my eyes all blurry as I cry out to Mommy. She is standing all the way at the door.

“Mommy!” I try to walk towards her, but my head is so dizzy I can barely move. As soon as I stand I fall back down again. “Please let me out… I know i’ve been bad, but Daddy wants to take me to-“

“Your Father isn’t coming today, so be quiet! For god's sake, how many times do I have to tell you to stop screaming!” She starts walking down the stairs.

“But he promised he would…” All of a sudden I can hear a loud slap, Mommy’s hand hitting my cheek really hard. My ears start to ring as my head hits the hard concrete floor. She stands over me as I keep crying. I can see Sheepy laying on his side not far from me.

"Listen! I don't care what your father said, I need you to be quiet. Understood?"

"Yes, mommy. But can you fix Sheepys eye? Please? It fell off earlier and I can’t put it back on." I grab Sheepy and hold him out to her, she takes him out of my hand. I pull his button eye out of my pocket, keeping it in my hand. "Here's his eye."

Mommy huffs, looking at Sheepy but then she turns around and starts walking up the stairs, his eye still in my hand.

"No! NO! Mommy, the button, you have to take his eye to fix him! He can’t see without his eye! Please don't take Sheepy away from me, please!" I stand up super fast, still very dizzy, and try to walk to the stairs. But Mommy is too far away to hear me and I can’t reach her anymore. I can hear the door close; leaving me down here all by myself.

I lay back down on the floor, it feels even colder down here now. My whole body hurts. I am cold and all alone.

Avery wakes up without a sound. Everything is silent; impossibly still. The silhouette of a tree looms over the room, encasing the space in it’s dark, sinister shadow.

Hot, heavy tears stream down her face, her breath beginning to quicken. Every inch of her body hurts, every movement awakening an ache she didn’t know was there. But of course it hurts, the fall just happened yesterday. How couldn’t it hurt? No body could heal after only a few hours time from something like that. She can feel bruises beginning to bloom beneath her skin, no doubt covering most of her body.

Her anxious eyes roam over her surroundings. She is not locked in the cellar, but sitting atop a bed. It is still cold, so very cold, but comfortable and familiar. She can’t quite place it. Only now is the body laying peacefully by her side of notice to her. Harry is still asleep, his head resting mere inches from her thigh. Harry… where did he come from? Has he just arrived? Did he see the bruises?

The sound of a car backfiring rang through the silence, making Avery jump and her head shoot to the window overlooking the London street. her motion startled Harry awake, he began to stir beside her.

His eyes opened slowly, his gaze falling upon her figure. She was visibly shaking, tears streaming down her face. She looked terrified. At this sight, he was wide awake, quickly sitting upwards.

"Oh Avery, I'm sorry I-I didn't hear you-"

"My arm hurts really bad, Harry." She whimpers, cradling her left arm to her chest. "It hurts so much."

"Where does it hurt?" He carefully reaches out to her, his fingers softly brushing over her skin. To the touch, she was ice cold. No wonder she was shivering.

"Everything hurts…" Harry slowly pulls her towards him, encasing her shivering figure in two blankets before settling her body between his outstretched legs, wrapping both of his arms around her. His hands are rubbing up and down the expanse of her back, the motion attempting to soothe all the distress. Her head rests between his neck and shoulder.

"Yesterday... she pushed me down the stairs," Her cries grew to hiccuping sobs, her breath irregular and too fast for her lungs to process. Harry freezes at her words.