#i need to be treated gently and given help right now but she just wants me to become more self-sufficient than ever bc i'm an ''adult''

[coldfanbou]

After Shoot Pleasure

I had a thought. what if, Natty, but Daddy kink.

Length 2K

Natty X Mreader

You had a good life being the manager of Kiss of Life. The girls were fantastic and treated you well. Despite the looks of Natty and Julie, they were sweet and, as you learned, submissive. Initially, Natty seemed more of a dominant woman, but after one night together, you had her figured out, and you learned her kinks. You ended up creating a different kind of relationship with her. You were waiting in their dressing room; the shoot they were doing was taking some time, and you wanted to rest. You stayed for a while, thinking they would come through the door anytime.

Natty came into the dressing room after finishing her part of the photo shoot, happy upon seeing you inside. “Do you like my outfit?” Natty beamed you a smile as she waited for praise. Natty’s outfit consisted of blue fishnet leggings, a jean skirt, and a tight-fitting tube top. She was given a red coat to put over the top, but that wasn’t your choice. 

“Of course I like it. I did choose it, after all.” Natty’s eyes opened wide for a moment before looking around the room. 

“Daddy, you don’t expect me to do it here, do you?” She hugs you, pressing her mounds against your body. “It’ll be too embarrassing. What if someone sees us?” 

You tilt Natty’s head back and press your lips against hers. Your other hand snakes its way down her body until it's under her skirt. You slide your fingers along her folds through her panties, feeling them become wet. Natty moans into the kiss, her eyes closing as she becomes more aroused.“If I want you, I’ll take you. You’re not going to say no, are you?”

“No, Daddy.” She coos, her eyes fluttering open. “Can I have another kiss? Please?” You kiss Natty again, your tongue invading her mouth. She wraps her arms around your neck. You squeeze her ass before lifting her into the air. You hear her laugh. “Daddy, put me down.” 

“Are you going to help me then, Natty?” You say as your bulge presses against her. Natty grows shy, chewing on her fingertip as she looks at you.

“Can’t we do it at home, Daddy? I don’t want anyone to see me. My body is only for your eyes.” You get harder because of her words, and Natty knows it. 

“I want you now, sweetheart.” You say as you begin grinding her against you. Natty mewls and brings herself closer to you as you walk toward the door with her. You lock the door before heading to the opposite side of the room. “Now, no one will bother us.” You plant your lips on Natty’s neck, gently sucking on it. She begins to grind against you, her hips rocking back and forth. 

“Daddy,” She moans. Natty pushes her chest out; it taps against yours. 

“Do you want me to play with your tits again?” Natty gives you a shy nod. She grabs the top of her shirt and pulls it down, revealing her big tits. Hard brown nipples topped the tan mounds. You lean down, taking one in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the small nub. Natty held your head, whimpering as she felt your tongue flick her nipple.

“Ah, Daddy, not so rough.” Natty felt your hands digging into her ass. You relax your grip and stop playing with her nipple for the moment.

“Natty, I need you to take care of me too.” You put her down, and Natty gets onto her knees. She stares at your bulge, her hands slowly moving toward it. You feel her hand rub it through your pants before she manages to fish it out. Natty’s smooth hand slides along your shaft as she looks up at you. “That’s it, Natty.” You groan, moving her hips.

Natty plants a gentle kiss on the tip of your cock. She gives you a sweet smile after, “I’ll take good care of you, Daddy.” Continuing to stroke your cock, Natty sticks her tongue out, swirling it around the head as she finally takes it in. Her mouth was warm, and her tongue hit just the right spots. You pat Natty’s head, your thumb moving across her head as you moan her name. It made Natty smile; her eyes were glued to your face, taking in every detail. 

“You’re so good, baby. Let’s see you take in a little more.” Natty gave a slight nod and slid more of your cock into her mouth. She moved her hand down to your balls, massaging them as her lips wrapped tightly around your shaft. She pulls away for a moment, one of her hands moving under her skirt. 

“Can I touch myself, Daddy?” She asks, hitting you with puppy eyes. 

Your hand traces Natty’s head until you cup her cheek. She nuzzles it, giving you a bright smile. “I’ll let you touch yourself, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Natty slides your cock into the back of her throat, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she rubs her clit. Natty’s saliva leaks from the corners of her mouth, running down her face. Natty’s moans mix with yours, filling the room. Natty moves down, using her rig and index finger to spread her lips as her middle finger teases her pussy. You begin to move your hips, pushing and pulling your cock out of her mouth. You groan, enjoying yourself as Natty uses her fingers. You could feel your orgasm cumming, and begin slowing yourself down.

You switch from quick movements to long, slow ones. Natty’s tongue moved from side to side; she wasn’t satisfied leaving it along the underside. When your cock sits in the back of her throat, she hums, giving you more pleasure. You hold the back of Natty’s head, reveling in the pleasure she’s providing you. You begin to pull out; once the tip is out, Natty gives it a small kiss. You take a step closer, rubbing your cock against her face. “Daddy, you’re making me dirty,” Natty complains, placing her hands on your cock to stop you. “I don’t want to clean up after this.” She says with a pout. 

You chuckle, “Aw, my sweet little girl doesn’t want Daddy to get her dirty?” You lend Natty a hand and get her onto her feet before moving your hand to her lips. Natty gasps as she feels your fingers moving along her lips. “You’re already a mess down here.” 

“It’s your fault I’m like this, Daddy.” Natty grasps your cock, stroking it slowly. “Anytime I get a taste of this, I get wet, and my body gets hot. You have to take responsibility, Daddy.”

“I’ll take responsibility, Natty.” You lean in close, “I’ll make sure to ruin you.” You push your fingers inside Natty, feeling her warm walls clamp down on your fingers.

“Daddy!” Natty whines as she feels your fingers curl inside her. Her knees get weak, and she has to hold onto you.

“Get to the couch.” Natty grabs your cock and walks to the couch, sitting down. “Not like that, Sweetie.” You grab Natty, move her outside, and place one of her legs onto the armrest. You get behind Natty. “Don’t worry, Sweetie. I’ll make sure we both feel good.” You take off the belt and unzip her skirt, throwing it to the side. You run your hands along her thighs, feeling her skin underneath her fishnets.  Natty’s panties matched the color of her fishnets; you tease her about it, annoying her. You rub your cock against her folds; they coat your cock in her nectar.

“Are you going to put it in Daddy?” Natty pushes her ass against you. You press your hands against it before giving it a quick slap. “AH, Daddy!” 

“You have to be a good girl and be patient.” You tell her as you continue to tease her pussy. You reach over and grab one of her tits, squeezing it in your hand. Natty’s whine was music to your ears. Her tits were soft and jiggled with the slightest movement. You focus in on her nipple, pinching it lightly. “I’m going to put it in now, Natty. I hope you're ready.” You place your cock against Natty’s entrance and push in. Her lips are pushed apart by your cock as you move inside. Natty’s mouth forms an o as she lets out a guttural moan. 

“You’re so big, Daddy.” She says as you continue to shove more of your cock inside. You groan, Natty’s walls squeeze your cock as you fill her. You move your hands to Natty’s hips; you stop for a second before suddenly ramming the rest of your length inside. Natty covers her mouth as she moans. It barely muffles it. You spank Natty, the loud smack making her yelp. “Daddy, wait.” She moans. You move your hips back, pulling your cock out before driving your cock back in. Natty holds her moan in as you start thrusting. You move your hands up to her tits, groping them. Natty lets her moans out, unable to hold them any longer. “Ah, I feel so good! I’m gonna go crazy.” Natty places her hands over yours, helping you squeeze her tits. The clapping of your body speeds up. As you thrust into Natty faster, she pushes herself against you. Natty’s walls clamp down on your cock, “Daddy, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” She mumbles.

“Not yet, Sweetie. Hold it.” Natty whines in response. She places her hands on the couch, trying to support herself as you continue to ravage her. You pull her nipples and kiss the back of her neck as you feel your orgasm building back up. “I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to put it inside you.”

“I love you, Daddy. Cum inside me.” Natty looks over her shoulder. You lean in and kiss her, your lips meddling together as you bury yourself inside Natty and flood her cunt. Your cum paints her walls white as you pour more inside. “D-daddy.” She mutters, feeling your warm thick cum fill her.  Natty’s walls clamp down around your cock, milking you for more. Natty’s body twitched as she went through her orgasm. You toyed with her nipples at the same time, making her shudder. You pull out slowly and take a seat on the couch. Natty sits on the floor by your leg, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. You pull Natty closer, tracing her lips with your cock.

“Are you going to help me clean up?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Natty says, still out of breath. She weakly grabs your shaft, stroking it. Natty moves her lips across your shaft, covering them in your cum. You watch as it drips down her chin and onto her breasts. Natty swallows the head of your cock, her tongue swirling around it as she cleans you.  She bobs her head, slowly taking in more. Natty begins to finger herself as she cleans you up. Placing your hand on her head gets her attention. She looks up at you with tired eyes. You give her a soft smile and pat her head.

“You’re such a good girl, Natty.” Natty gives you a hum of approval as she continues to suck you off. Once you’re clean, Natty begins to pull away from you.  She kisses the tip of your cock before climbing onto the couch and laying her head on your lap. 

“I’m going to sleep here, Daddy.” Natty shuts her eyes only to open them when she hears knocking on the door. 

“Hey! Natty, let me in!” You motion for Natty to get the door, and she pouts at you before opening it. She heads back to your lap, not caring about Julie seeing her in such a state. “You started without me?” Julie says while looking at you. “I was looking forward to it,” Julie says with the biggest frown you have ever seen. She shuts the door behind her before sitting on your other side. “You’re going to have to make it up to me, Daddy.”

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #kiss of life smut #natty smut

[facioleeknow]

A spicy Valentine's day ° Seo Changbin+Bang Chan

Your gentle boyfriends are given a special gift for valentine's day ;)

Wc: 1083 Genre: smut, 18+ ONLY

Tw: threesome, but of manhandling, oral, inexperienced reader, nipple play, experienced Channie and Binnie

Part of my Valentine's day collab!

Chan and Changbin were two of the best men you knew, they were kind and respectful.They had a stable job, ambitions and liked communicating instead of pretending nothing was wrong. Their good looks and fat wallets also helped your judgment, but only a little.

Being in a relationship with these two men was easy and felt natural like breathing air. They never rushed anything and took everything at your own pace even if they were far more experienced in every romantic and sexual aspect than you. Especially in the sexual field, you were very hesitant as you had only had sex a couple of times and with partners who didn’t give a flying about your body and your pleasure. Of course Changbin and Chan never pushed you to do anything and everytime kisses started to turn into something more they stopped and cradled you in their arms instead. You were thankful for their behavior but you were starting to feel impatient, you were tired of cumming on your fingers while you replayed the feeling of their hands on your body.

So you decided to put on a show for valentine's day. They knew you didn't like going out that much so you all decided to spend it at home. What they didn't know was that you were going to greet them with a special outfit. 

The moment you let them into your apartment you guided them to your sofa and asked them to sit down and wait for you. You dismissed their confused looks by saying you had to get one of their presents and locked yourself in the bathroom.

“You're getting presents from the bathroom baby?” asked Chan after a couple of minutes of silence, you couldn't help but notice the slight tinge of worry in his voice.

“One second,” you yelled from the other side of the door. With one swift motion you opened the door, both of the boys in front of the bathroom waiting for you.

“Sweetheart what's going on?” Changbin's eyes raked your body from head to toe. 

A silk red short robe hugged your curves perfectly, it tied to the front into a big bow.

“Your present,” you whispered shyly, “you should unwrap it.”

Chan raised a brow at your statement but you could see he was enjoying it.

“Are you sure?” asked Changbin, his hands on your hips. You just nodded and placed his hands on the bow. Without hesitating a second, one of your boyfriends pulled the silk piece of cloth. The robe pooled at your feet and revealed your naked body to the hungry eyes of the two boys. A groan and gasp escaped the men in front of you.

“Oh baby, you're so good for us,” moaned Chan, his hand gently landed on your hip and squeezed your plump flesh.

“Can we touch you, sweetie?” Changbin's hand was on your other hip, his thumb rubbed absentmindedly your flushed skin.

“Yes please,” you whimpered, already feeling the need pool between your legs. 

Changbin hoisted you over his shoulder and began walking to your bedroom. He had been at your house so many times that he knew the way by heart. 

The bed bounced slightly as he threw you off of him and you whimpered again.

“You're so hot when you treat me like that, Binnie.”

“You like to be manhandled baby?” he smirked.

“Don't tease her, Changbin, she gave us this beautiful present today, we need to treat her,” the older boy reprimanded him.

“I guess Channie hyung is right, you did all this for us, you need a reward.” 

Changbin kneeled on the bed and started to pry your knees open when Chan stopped him.

“I need you to know that you can stop us whenever you want baby, okay?” assured Chan.

“Yes Channie, now please touch me.”

“Whatever my princess wants.”

Seeing them undress was one of the most breathtaking visions you had ever witnessed, the more layers they shed the more you rubbed your thighs together. When their clothes were finally crinkled on the floor and they were naked like you, Chan positioned himself behind you and gently laid your head on one of his strong thighs. Changbin knelt on the floor in front of the bed and looked at you with glossy eyes, full of lust. His big hands wrapped around your soft thighs and spread them slowly. His eyes fixed on the spot between your legs, your swollen wet pussy. The intensity of his stare made you squirm in your spot and Chan giggled lightly. 

“A pretty pussy,” Changbin murmured.

“A pretty pussy for a pretty girl,” Chan replied. He was stroking your hair with rhythmic movements while smiling at you reassuringly. He was so pretty, his eyes were so full of love. Looking at Chan, you felt a tingle at the mouth of your stomach, a mixture of excitement and deep love.

You were brought out of your trance by your other boyfriend. Changbin’s mouth on your pussy felt heavenly, it was a completely new feeling, it compared to nothing your previous partners had made you feel. 

“Oh this is-” you tried to say but Changbin’s lips wrapping around your clit stopped you and all you could do was moan and trash around. Chan’s hands traveled from your head to your shoulders to your tits. His fingertips started toying with your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure up and down your spine  and mixing with pleasure Changbin was giving you. 

His tongue swiped and poked at your delicate clit and you wailed. Your legs were shaking and your toes were curled, the only thing preventing you from arching your back were Chan’s hands.

Your lower body felt like it was on fire. A knot in your belly was tightening and tightening.

“Please don’t stop, Changbin, I feel so good, don’t stop.” Your hands flew to his head and pushed him harder towards your pulsing heat. Your boyfriend moaned against you, the vibrations felt like an electric pulse. It was enough to send you over the edge. Your back arched, your legs in the air, you screamed. The orgasm hit you hard, its intensity way more powerful  than when you made yourself cum.

Chan was back to stroking your hair gently and Changbin had detached his lips from your sensitive and swollen clit to plant kisses in your inner thighs. Your breathing was labored and a pleasant tingling lingered on your cunt.

“Good girl, are you ready for more?” 

#kpop #reader insert #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #chan x reader #chan smut #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin smut #changbin x reader #changbin smut

[fan-fantasies]

My Choice

A/N: hey everyone! I know it’s been a while. Life got pretty rocky there for a bit but things seem to be a bit better now. I’ve been wanting to write for a while so thank you to those that have requested ideas! I hope you enjoy it! I switched up the request a bit and I’m a little rusty so I hope it’s still okay.

Summary: Rhea is a mafia boss. She was your boss at your regular day job but fired you out of nowhere. What happens when she shows up at your house one night, bloody and beaten down?

Pairing: Mafia!Rhea x reader

Warnings: blood, nudity

You grabbed the lavender bath oil from the cabinet and set it next to the tub. You lit a few candles and set them around the bathroom. All that was left was to run your bath. You needed to relax after a long day.

Your boss had fired you with no explanation, and while you were given a generous severance package, you were still quite upset.

You were the executive assistant at Ripley Enterprise, working directly under the CEO, Rhea. To say the two of you were close was an understatement, which is why you were even more confused when she let you go.

You knew she was doing some shady things behind the scenes, hearing the rumors all over town about how she was a mafia boss, but you didn’t really care. She treated you and the rest of her employees well.

While she was flirty with you, she never crossed the line to inappropriate. You may have developed a small crush on her during your tenure at her company, but you never acted on it. She was your boss, after all.

You shook the thoughts from your head, not wanting to think about her or your job any longer.

Before you could get the water running, you heard a faint knock from the front door. It was so soft you almost thought it wasn’t real. But when you heard it again, you knew you weren’t imagining it.

You tightened your robe and went to the front door, peaking out the window first. You sighed before opening the door.

“Can I help you?” You asked sharply. Rhea turned around and you gasped. “What happened to you?”

You quickly pulled her inside and inspected her bloody face. Her lip was busted open and she had a cut on her brow. She had some blood on her chest that you didn’t think was hers.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know where else to go,” she mumbled quietly, staring at the floor.

“Come on.” You pulled her into the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth. You ran it under warm water before pressing it gently to her head. She sucked in a sharp breath but let you continue.

You cleaned the blood from her face and chest, but you couldn’t do anything about the tired eyes and worn down look.

“Thank you,” she said, finally making eye contact. “I normally take care of this myself; I just…didn’t want to be alone.”

“I get it,” you nodded sadly.

“Can I use your bathroom real quick?”

“Of course- first door on your left.”

She stepped away from you and went to the bathroom.

You had no idea why Rhea decided to show up at your house out of all people, especially when she made it pretty clear she didn’t want you around anymore.

“I should go,” she said, snapping you from your thoughts. “I was interrupting your evening. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! You don’t have to go. Why don’t I run you a bath actually and you can relax.”

“I don’t want to impose-“

“I won’t take no for an answer,” you said, pulling her back to the bathroom.

You ran the hot water and added the oil. You made sure it was the right temperature before standing back up.

“Leave your clothes, I’ll get you something to change in to,” motioning to her outfit which was stained with more blood.

“Stay, please,” she nearly whispered.

“Are you sure?” You asked, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

She slowly made her way toward you, stopping only inches in front of you. Her fingers began to play with the tie on your robe.

“Only if you’re okay with it,” she said. You didn’t hesitate to nod and you noticed her visibly relax.

You dropped your robe and climbed into the tub, focusing on the water instead of her stripping out of her clothes.

You expected her to sit across from you, but she got in facing away from you and laid herself back against your chest.

You ran your hands up and down her arms, trying to soothe her.

“Why did you fire me?” You asked, unable to keep it to yourself any longer.

“Because I need you to be safe.”

“What do you mean? I was safe,” you told her.

“Things are getting a little dicey and I couldn’t put you at risk. I’m not exactly who you think I am,” she admitted.

“I think I have an idea and it never bothered me. I love…my job. I loved working for you no matter the risk,” you stopped yourself from saying what you truly meant.

“I figured it was easier to cut all ties with you rather than have you taken from me.”

“So you don’t want me in your life?” You asked, unable to hide the pain in your voice.

“Quite the opposite actually. You were the only person I thought of coming to tonight. I needed to see you after the night I had. I just couldn’t be the reason something happened to you.”

“It should be up to me whether I think you’re worth the risk or not,” you stated firmly.

She sat up and turned to face you.

“You’re right. And I’m sorry for taking that choice from you.”

“Apology accepted. Now can I have my job back?”

“No.” Your heart dropped. “Only because I can’t date my employees, and I’d very much like to ask you out.”

“So it’s you or my job?”

“If you want to put it that way,” she shrugged.

“I can always find another job, I can’t find another you,” you said with a small smile. Her face lit up for the first time that night.

She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You went to deepen it and she winced.

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, now get back here,” she said, pulling you back in for more.

“I’m glad you came here tonight,” you said.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

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[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden. Pt3

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader x Jaime Lannister: SMUT threesome, voyerism, praise kink, oral (Male receiving) )

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

After the event with the mare, the queen saw fit that you would be given basic riding lessons.

"Right, now just do exactly as he says" Cersei emphasized. "No second guessing or backtalk. Treat him as you would me."

"Of course, Your Grace" You were wrapped in a thin wool cloak and worn leather boots, bracing against the chill of the coming autumn. The summer had to end sometime, you supposed.

"My brother is being very generous, offering to teach you." Cersei reminded you.

"I am very grateful for the help" You kept your eyes trained ahead, not wanted to see presumptuous by looking at the queen too much or talking too much.

It was bizarre, two high-borns taking such an interest in someone like you. It made you uneasy, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I certainly don't to embarrass myself more than I already have."

Jaime was waiting for you by the stables, dressed in sturdy riding leather. His blonde hair flopped into his eyes and was brushed back with a gloved hand before he spotted your approach and smiled charmingly.

"Sweet sister" he greeted Cersei before resting his pale green eyes on you "And your new plaything."

"Now Jaime" Cersei chided him, "Be nice, Y/N isn't used to your teasing like I am."

"She will be" Jaime smirked at you, watching the blush creep up your neck and across your face. "Come, let's get started."

"I'll be waiting with the party, my dear." Cersei touched your shoulder, quickening your pulse as you whipped around.

"Your Grace, you're leaving?"

"Rest assured, you are in good hands" The queen insisted, flashing you a cryptic smile. "Good luck"

"Charming, isn't she?" Jaime came from behind you, watching as his sister left you to your own devices. "Come now, the faster we start, the faster you can stop being bullied by Clegane and that rabid stallion of his."

Eager to stand (er, ride) on your own two feet, you followed him before realizing there was only one horse readied.

"Uh, Ser?"

"You didn't think I'd jump to letting you ride on your own that quickly, did you?" Jaime practically laughed in your face. "Here, you first."

"I..." you gawked at the saddle the horse was set with. "You mean riding astride?"

"Something wrong with it?"

You thought for a moment before embracing your mistress's request to trust the knight.

"No, not at all"

He hoisted you up onto the back of his sturdy mount before swinging his legs up behind you. You swallowed a gasp, suddenly finding yourself pressed between the pommel of the saddle and Ser Jaime's chest.

"Let's get into some open terrain so you have space to learn"

Before you could protest, the knight had set the beast off at a quick gallop, one hand gripping the reigns and the other arm wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you from falling off.

Once you were well away from the party and in a broad scope of field, Jaime stopped the horse.

"Now," He handed you the reigns and without preamble place two solid hands on your shoulders. "The first thing to know about proper horse riding is your posture. You want to guide the beast properly? You have to sit it properly."

He gently guided your shoulder back, straightening your spine in the process.

"Now there's a saying my riding master taught me as a boy. And while it may seem forward, I need you to trust me."

Your skin prickled at the near constant contact between your bodies but tried to push it down and focus on the lesson. "Her Grace insisted you were the best. You have my full trust, Ser."

"Good Girl" Jaime praised in a tone that almost melted into a purr. "Now the first thing you want to remember about riding a horse is; Shoulders like a Soldier..."His hands slid from your shoulders, down your arms, before coming to rest on your hips. "and Hips like a Whore."

"Ser!" You gasped but Jaime tutted you into submission.

"I warned you it was forward, but just trust me." He soothed, "Now I am going to drive the horse forward slowly, and I want you to just-" His grip on your hips tightened "Follow the motion."

The beast began to move forward at a gentle walk and as the they went; Jaime's hands slowly guided your hips to match the motion of the horse's gait.

"A little faster?" He asked and you nodded, growing in confidence.

The walk turned to a trot, and the trot to a brisk cantor, and finally to a full gallop which left you breathless, clinging to the horse with your thighs as if you might fall off at any moment.

"Very good" Jaime practically cooed in your ear, slowing the beast back down to a peaceful trop. "You are everything my sister promised."

You beamed at that, proud to have lived up to your mistress's praises.

As your breath returned to you, you began to notice something different. Something that hadn't been there when you started your ride.

A hardness pressed against your ass, brushing up against you with the motion of the beast below you.

"S-ser Jaime." You swallowed. "We should go-"

"Go back, so soon?" Jaime crooned, pulling you closer to him in the saddle and bringing the horse back to a quick trot. "It's a lovely day, we should take advantage of it"

The hardness grew, and you tried not to notice until you felt it twitch slightly and Jaime muffled a moan in his throat.

"I don't think Her Grace would-"

"Would what?" Jaime grinned knowingly at your confused tone. "Sweetling, why do you think she left you out here all alone with me?"

"Because she trusts you, you're her brother."

"Hm" Jaime's hands massaged your hips slowly, running over your soft thighs and even venturing around to the front to cup your sex through your skirt.

You gasped at the sudden touch, pulse pounding as his two fingers skillfully located your slit and began to rub gently through the fabric of your dress.

"Ser" You breathed, trying to organize your thoughts as Jaime pulled your hips back to him, your back flush against his chest, rubbing slow circles through your skirt with the tips of his fingers.

"Just relax, sweetling" He breathed into your ear, "If you get too excited, the horse will sense it. Then we're both in trouble."

"We shouldn't..."

"I don't see you stopping me." He pointed out, hips continuing to brush the length of his cock against your ass. "All I feel is your body heating up against mine. Are you getting excited?"

"Oh Gods." Without thinking, you scrambled off the horse, falling onto your back as you did so.

Jaime laughed out loud, dismounting skillfully and grabbing you by the ankle before you could run for camp.

"Easy, easy girl" He chuckled, batting off you attempts to kick him like they were nothing. "Just calm down."

"The Queen will know." You gasped, heart suddenly pounding. "Her Grace, she trusted me, she's done so much for me, and now I'm here with you and she'll be so angry."

Hot tears began to stream down your face as you began to panic. Jaime paled, not expecting this to go this badly as he attempted to shush your sobs.

"No, no, no, Darling. Just listen, just listen" He tried to grab your attention. "Look, we'll go back to camp. We'll see my sister. Everything will be okay; I swear to you."

Not quite believing him and half convinced your mistress would abandon you here in the wilderness as soon as she heard, you wiped your tears and nodded.

Jaime gathered you in his arms and guided you back to the horse and ferried you both back to the party. He did his best to hide your distress from everyone else as you approached the queen's royal caravan.

"Enter." Cersei turned eagerly as her brother entered, giddy to see how her plan unfolded before her face fell. "What happened?"

Jaime opened his mouth to explain but before he could, you fell to your knees and bowed lowly.

"Your Grace," You sobbed into the ground. "I'm so sorry, I have failed you and betrayed you. I am not worthy of your mercy, but I beg for it all the same."

"I-" Cersei starred at Jaime who shook his head, shrugging in a helpless fashion. "Jaime, what did you do?"

"Exactly what you told me to do, I swear." Jaime insisted,

"Oh" Cersei's mind clicked with understanding and an amused smile crept across her face. "Oh, Y/N. You stupid little thing. Get up."

You obeyed, wiping your tears as the Queen knelt down to look at you.

"Y/N, I sent you out with Jaime *hoping* he would seduce you."

"What?"

"Yes, sweetling." She laughed, "You've been so good for me these last few weeks, and I wanted to reward you. You foolish girl, look at you worked up over nothing. Don't you feel ridiculous?"

You did, ridiculous and embarrassed and ashamed.

"Ser Jaime, I owe you an apology." You couldn't meet his eye, "Her Grace told me to trust you and instead I took you for a villain. Please forgive me?"

"I suppose I can." The knight nodded. "Though you did leave me in quite the uncomfortable position."

"Oh" a blush flooded your face again. "I'm sorry."

"Sweetling" Cersei placed a hand on the top of your head, "You aren't thinking of denying my reward for you, are you?"

"I-" The words caught in your throated. "Your Grace, I-. But-"

"Jaime, come here." Cersei beckoned her brother closer, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "You haven't quite earned the privilege of my bed yet. Treat Ser Jaime as you would me."

Your instructions were clear, and if it pleased your mistress, you were more than happy to comply.

Cersei's nimble hands reached forward to undo the laces of Jaime's trousers, pushing you forward to do the rest as she returned to the chaise with an eager gleam in her eye.

"Have you ever bedded a man before?" Jaime asked and you nodded. It had only been once, but you remembered how everything worked.

Peeling through layers of fabric, you freed the knight's semi-hard cock from his small clothes and scooted closer to him on your knees. A deep rumble of a groan filled the caravan as you took the tip in your mouth, sucking gently before taking more and more length down your throat. Before long, the tip of your nose was buried in the patch of fine blond hair at the base.

"Gods" Jaime breathed, a hand reaching down to grasp at your hair. "Gently, darling gent-" His words caught in his throat as you drew your tongue up the length of him before swiftly taking it whole, gagging slightly to accommodate it. The taste of salty pre-cum coated your taste buds and you hummed with satisfaction.

"That's enough."

You paused your ministrations when your mistress cut in sharply.

"Jaime," she crooned lowly, "Don't be greedy."

Jaime sighed, his brow already shining with perspiration as he withdrew his cock from your throat, a thin strand of saliva hanging from your lips as you gazed up at him.

"The queen is right, sweetling." He sighed, guiding you up by the tip of your chin. "This is supposed to be your reward, not mine."

Eagerly, you allowed him to unlace your bodice and aided him in removing your skirt and small clothes.

"Excited little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, pulling you in for a deep kiss. His tongue prodded at your lips pleadingly until you parted them, making sure to explore his mouth as much as he did yours. He growled at this, unaccustomed to not being the dominant one, but you responded by sharply nipping his lower lip and grinning. He pulled away with a challenged look, as if calculating his next move.

"Come here" He spat, spinning you around and pulling your back flush against his chest, one hand snaked to your throat as the other danced across your chest. His calloused fingers grazed over your nipples, which responded eagerly as he palmed the softness of your breasts.

"Look" He breathed in your ear, rubbing his hips against your ass as he had in the field. "If you'd been a good girl, we'd have had privacy. Now look at you, about to be fucked in front of your queen."

You moaned at this, biting your lower lip and closing your eyes as he chuckled against your shoulder.

"Or maybe you like this better? Tell me, how long has it been since you've been properly fucked, hm? Years, perhaps?" His hand wondered between your legs once more, locating the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew drove women wild.

"That's right sweet girl," He breathed, firmly pressing his fingers against your clit. Your body tensed and your hips didn't know if they should chase the pleasure of his fingers or flee the intensity of the electricity building between your legs. "Now now, you stay right there."

One hand tweaking your hard nipples and the other pressing your ass against the knight's cock as it circled your clit, you knew you wouldn't last long like this. Your thighs trembled and tried to tighten around his hand, which only made him tease you more.

"Look at this sister, only a few minutes and her body is begging for release. Is that what you want, sweetling? To cum in front of your mistress?"

"Gods, yes! Please, please, please." You begged, skin slick with sweat.

"What a sweet girl, begging so nicely for us." Jaime cooed, sucking on the crook of your neck with a humming laugh. "What do you think, sister?"

You looked up and saw your mistress's face alight with excitement, her own thighs squeezing together as she watched the show her brother put on for her.

"I think....not"

You whined when Jaime all at once withdrew his touch from your body.

"Take her to the bed. I want to watch her cum around you." Cersei requested and Jaime gladly obliged.

"Tell me, sweet sister," Jaime hummed, watching Cersei leave her chaise to meet him at the bed where he deposited your aching, desperate body. "How would you like your little slave fucked?"

"Bend her over" Cersei demanded without hesitation, cupping your face almost gently as Jaime flipped you on your stomach. "I want to watch your face when he fucks you."

Her words drove another spike of need between your legs as Jaime spread your thighs and thrust into your dripping cunt without preamble. The sudden intrusion made you instantly clench around him and claw at the bedding desperately as he drove into you over and over.

"Look at me." Cersei cooed, watching your eyes dart rapidly trying to find her, "Gods, you look so pretty like this. How does he feel inside of you? What I would give to fuck you like this." Her hands petted your hair, damp and clinging to your neck and forehead with sweat. When she spoke to you like this, it was like the whole world melted away and became an extension of her. Even Jaime, especially Jaime, was just an extension of her and her will. She was the one who was fucking you right now, and it was her who made the muscles in your core snap as waves of pleasure washed over you.

When your body began to spasm under him, Jaime could only hold back long enough to pull out as quickly as he possibly could, coating your ass and back with ropes of cum. His weight collapsed on top of you for a moment, both of you breathing heavy. Both of you feeling like you'd been fucked by someone who hadn't even touched you.

Cersei rose up off the bed and tossed a rag at Jaime before leaning over you again, peppering soft kisses over your still sensitive skin.

"Good girl, sweet girl, how wonderful you've been for me." she purred.

#cersei lannister x reader #cersei lannister imagine #jaime lannister imagine #jaime lannister x reader #game of thrones smut #jaime lannister smut #Cersei lannister smut #Her Grace's Handmaiden

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER FIVE | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, cheating, and yaaaa Words: 2.7k A/N: couldn't make it as long bc its almost 12 am for me lolll... i will be going to bed

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"Are you being deadass?" Eli asks, sitting up from his bed. You nod your head, pressing the buttons on the gaming controller in front of you. "Yea..." Eli groans, shaking his head. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT?"

You shrug, not sure how to answer. Eli sighs and lies back down, covering his eyes with a pillow. "You're so damn lucky that I love you," he says, his voice muffled by the pillow. "She kissed me back! And then she wore her ring again like it never happened." You say, pausing the game and turning around to face Eli.

Eli remains silent. You take a deep breath and wait until he sits up. He looks at you sighing. "They have depth, you guys do not. Plus, you haven't been showing her wifey material these last few days." You take another deep breath and try to explain yourself, but Eli just shakes his head and says, "You need to step it up if you want her to take you seriously."

He begins laughing, "Like that one meme. I'm not the stepfather, I'm the father who stepped up." He smiles, amused by his own joke. You can't help but smile too, despite the seriousness of the conversation. Looking at him, you take a deep breath and nod, determined to do better.

It was Tuesday after school, and again you were avoiding Jenna. She basically rejected you, but that wasn't going to stop you. You were adamant to make things right and treat her better than that asshole Jacob.

It felt like every day you fucked up and had to apologize to Jenna and every time she'd accept it and move on. You wanted to show her that she deserved better. You wanted to make it up to her, to make her feel special. You wanted to show her that you were the right one for her.

"I shouldn't force her into anything. I should be there whenever she needs me, right?" You ask Eli, but after a few moments, all you hear are snores filling the room. You sigh, shaking your head. You know deep down that if you really want to be there for her, you have to respect her decisions.

Letting her make her own choices is the best way to show that you care. You make a mental note to take a step back and give her the space she needs. It's not easy, but you know it's the right thing to do.

"Wait, wait, wait... so you're telling me Jacob was the one calling you?" Emma asks, and Jenna nods slowly in response. Emma looks at the girl in front of her, confused but resuming her assumption. "And he says some bullshit apology that you accept--" Jenna cuts her off, "It wasn't bullshit."

Emma stares at her, unimpressed. "It was complete bullshit," she scoffs. Jenna looks away, swallowing the lump in her throat. Jenna looks away, tears forming in her eyes. She knew what Emma was saying was possibly true, but she still wanted to believe it was sincere. "Don't cry, Jen..."

Emma reaches out and gently wipes away Jenna's tears. "I'm sorry," she whispers. Jenna looks up and nods, a small smile forming on her lips. "Then Y/N confessed to you? I'm still shocked about that."

Jenna takes a deep breath and nods. "Yeah, it was a surprise. She said she remembered our kiss and wanted something more out of it." Emma takes Jenna's hand in hers and squeezes it. "I'm here for you, always." Jenna looks into Emma's eyes and nods, her smile growing wider. She leans in and hugs Emma.

Emma holds Jenna close and whispers, "It's okay, I'm here for you." Jenna nods, feeling relieved and comforted. She pulls away and smiles, grateful for her friend's support. "Thank you, Em."

Emma smiles and wipes away Jenna's tears. "Anytime," she says. They embrace again, and Jenna can feel the warmth and love radiating from Emma.

It's now nighttime. You're back in your room and Jenna's in hers. You didn't talk to her because she hasn't given you the opportunity to. You lay in your bed, texting Eli.

eli - what if she jus farted in ur mouth

you - bro wht

eli - deadass like

eli - ur eating the ass and she jus farts in ur mouth

you - why are we even talking about ass eating?

eli - can u not kink shame me here?

you - im abt to block u

eli - ur so fukcing mean rbo

Jenna exits her room, entering her bathroom. She turns the lights on, raising her phone to take a photo of herself. She was wearing a white silky lingerie nightwear dress. She smiled as she looked at the photo, satisfied with how she looked. She then sent the photo to Jacob, biting her thumb as she waited for his response.

A few moments later, Jacob replied with a string of heart emojis. Jenna smiled, relieved that he was pleased with her look. Her heart began racing as she pressed on to your messages. She started thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen if she sent them to you instead. She took a deep breath and clicked on the photo, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She hit the send button and waited, her heart pounding. She closed her eyes, hoping for the best.

You rise from your bed, exiting your conversation with Eli. You saw the message and opened it. Your eyes widened as the image appeared on your screen.

jen <3 -

She was so fucking gorgeous. Did she mean to send you this? You felt your heart racing as your eyes slowly took in every detail of her. You wanted her, wanted her more than anything. You quickly composed a response, eager to find out if she meant to send it to you.

you - jenna?

you - was this an accident?

Jenna stares at your response, her cheeks turning pink. She takes a deep breath before responding.

jen <3 - no, it wasn't an accident. i wanted you to see it.

She watches as three grey dots appear on the screen, bouncing around every now and then. Her heart pounds in anticipation of what you're about to reply, then it stops as the dots disappear. She stares at the screen in disbelief, feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, shaking her head in frustration.

Until she hears your bedroom door open, she quickly leaves the bathroom, meeting you in the middle of the hallway. She looks up at you with a mix of emotions on her face, not knowing what to say or do.

You take a step forward and bring her into a heated kiss. As she begins to relax into it, she wraps her hands around your neck pulling you closer if that was even possible.

You tap on her thigh and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around your waist. You carry her to your bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. You cover her body with yours as you continue to kiss passionately. She moans, her hands exploring your body as you deepen the kiss.

You break apart, your eyes locked on each other, and the heat of the moment intensifies. "You're so beautiful, Jenna." You move your lips to her neck, gently kissing and nibbling as she sighs in pleasure. You feel her body trembling beneath you and you can't help but smile. You pull away and kiss her forehead tenderly, and she gazes up at you with a look of pure bliss.

You lean in and whisper in her ear, "Do you want to continue?" Jenna looks up at you with a small smile and nods. You press your lips against hers and kiss her deeply, your hands exploring her body as you do.

She wraps her arms around your neck as your tongues dance together. You can feel the heat radiating from her body as your passion builds. You break away, both of you breathless.

Her hands reach under your shirt, touching and gripping every part of your torso. She whispers your name, her voice filled with desire. You draw her close and kiss her again. Your longing for her grows with every touch. She takes off your shirt and you do the same for her. She pulls you close and your skin touches, feeling the mellowness radiating from each other.

Her hand leaves your core, and she reaches for your shorts, pulling them slightly. You slide out of your shorts and began kissing down her body, she gasps in pleasure, and you feel the same. "Y/N," she gasps out, tangling a hand in your hair.

You smile against her skin and continue exploring her body. You feel her trembling beneath you as you move lower, and you can feel her anticipation. You finally reach her inner thighs, and you know she's ready for you. Because she's so damn wet. You slide two fingers into her and she gasps, her back arching up off the bed. You watch her reaction, a smile on your face.

You start to move your fingers in and out of her, and her breathing gets more ragged. You feel her muscles tense around your fingers. "So...so good." You lean back down and tease her with your tongue and fingers, driving her wild with pleasure.

Her body trembles and she grabs onto your shoulders to steady herself. You began attacking her clit, flicking it with your tongue as you thrust your fingers deeper and faster. "Y/N! Fuck!" She shudders, her orgasm reaching its peak. "I'm gonna..."

"CUM!!" she cries out in pleasure. You slow down and kiss her softly as she comes down from the high. She wraps her arms around you, her body still shaking from the pleasure. She looks into your eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips. She takes a deep breath and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

The two fingers that we're just inside of her raise to your lips, and just as you're about to suck them off she stops you, her eyes burning with desire. She does it herself instead, staring at you through her brown hooded eyes, her full lips pressed together tightly, the tip of her tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar on her fingers. She licks them clean, then leans in and whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Lay back, let me return the favor."

Were you dreaming? Again?

You do as instructed. She begins to kiss your neck and nibble gently on your ear. Her hands explore your body, caressing your abs. "I love how fit you are. It turns me on so much." You can feel yourself getting aroused. You can feel her breath on your skin and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to her and kiss her and she pulls away too early for your sake.

She lies on your legs, her eyes burning with passion as her hands rest on your sides. You feel your heart skip a beat as you gaze into each other's eyes. Never breaking the gaze she grabs your cock, and starts stroking it with her delicate touch.

You feel a wave of pleasure run through your body as she moves her hands with gentle skill. You can barely hold back your moans as you give in to the intense pleasure.

"Keep your hands on the bed." She lowers her head and takes you in her mouth, her tongue curling around you as you feel her warm breath on your skin. "Oh my." You rasp out, clenching the bedsheets under you. Her tongue moves in circles, exploring every inch of you as her soft lips massage you.

She pauses, her eyes fixed on yours as she licks her lips, her movements becoming more passionate. You can feel the tension inside of you building, as she hums and sucks, pushing you closer to the edge. With one final stroke, pleasure rushes through your body. "Fuckkkk."

She smiles, sitting on your stomach as you are left panting with satisfaction. She leans in and kisses you softly, her hands caressing your face. She sits back up, a hand skillfully reaching behind her, teasing you again with a trail of fingers. You exhale in pleasure as she continues to explore, and you're hard again.

She straddles you again, lowering herself onto your erection. A hand helps while the other rests on your core, scratching you slightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so big, baby." You grunt as she begins to move, her body pressing against yours as she rocks back and forth. She leans in and kisses you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth.

When she leans back up, you grasp her hips, pushing them deeper with each thrust. You're truly in a daze, the pleasure too much to take in. You cry out, throwing your head back.

A quiet smack is heard throughout the room. "Keep your eyes on me." You quickly look up, locking your eyes with her. She smiles, her eyes twinkling with delight, but it fades away as her mouth opens widely, gasping your name out.

Your right hand leaves her waist, travelling up to her face. You cup her cheek lightly, caressing it with your thumb. She then turns her head, sucking on your thumb as her eyes never leave yours. You feel your heart racing, your skin tingling as she looks up at you. She was so fucking hot. She lets go of your thumb with a loud pop, grinning at your reaction.

You move your left hand to slap her ass, and she lets out a yelp of pleasure. You sit up, wrapping your arms around her waist, as she laughs and kisses you passionately. You fall back onto the bed, still holding her close as the kiss deepens.

She pulls away, her eyes full of desire as she whispers your name. "I'm about to cum." You grip her hips as she begins to quiver, her breathing becoming faster. You feel her tighten around you, waves of pleasure radiating through her body. She collapses on top of you, both of you panting with pleasure.

You lay her on her back, and she bites her bottom lip, looking up at you in excitement. You lean down and kiss her, your tongues intertwining as you move in rhythm. You enter her again, and you both let out a sigh of pleasure.

Your movements become more passionate, and her breathing quickens. A hand finds its way around your throat, pulling you back into a kiss.

Your pace intensifies, and her body trembles with pleasure. Her grip around your throat tightens as she reaches her climax, screaming out in ecstasy. "Y/NNNNN!!!" You follow behind, pulling out as your body shakes with orgasmic pleasure.

You collapse onto the bed, the two of you panting and sweaty. You smile and pull her close, your heart beating in unison. She lays her head on your chest, a hand pushing some hair off your forehead. You take a deep breath, content and satisfied.

What was the next step after all of this?

The next morning was just as normal as could be. You're sitting across from each other at the dining room table. You're a bit more smiley than usual and she notices.

"What are you smiling at?" You looked down, blushing. "Nothing," you said. She smiled knowingly and said, "It's okay, I know what you're thinking. I'm happy too."

Your eyes look at the ring on her finger and you clench your jaw, quickly taking a sip of coffee to hide your anger and confusion. She stands up, walks over to you and places herself on your lap. "It's okay," she says. "Let's just enjoy this moment." You look up at her and nod, giving her a small smile.

She wraps her arms around you and leans in for a kiss. You close your eyes and feel the warmth of her lips, instantly forgetting the pain in your heart. She pulls away and you open your eyes, finding yourself in a world of color and beauty.

"Do you wanna go shopping today?" You ask, your thumb rubbing against her waist. She smiles and nods, her eyes twinkling. "Sure," she mutters, staring at you before placing a kiss on your lips.

You just wanted to allow yourself to enjoy this and you knew she wanted to do the same.

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[that-basic-simp]

Let Your Hair Down

Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC: 1.2k+ A/N: This was originally going to be the first one-shot I was going to upload since this was the first one I wrote.

"You should wear your hair down more often," I said.

"And what? Get you and I killed?"

"No, I meant when we're alone. When we don't have to worry about people coming after you."

"I'm still surprised you haven't gotten killed either. Or kidnapped and made to be a prostitute."

"That makes two of us," I said.

"You really should hide yourself better."

"Like you?"

"It throws people off. And also no one will ever know because they die. A dead man tells no tales."

"Funny, weren't I the one to figure out your secret?"

"Because you kept following me when I said not to."

"You really don't remember me?"

"I try not to remember Kohama all that much."

"Can't say that I don't blame you. Kohama didn't treat me right either."

"This world doesn't treat women right."

"That's why we're not women," I smiled at Mizu.

"You do a horrible job at disguising yourself, you know that right?"

"Come on, try to be at least uplifting once in a while, Mizu."

"I can't when I am constantly worrying about our backs out here. More specifically yours."

"Aww, did I warm my way into the cold samurai's heart."

"I'm not a samurai. They're honorable. I have no honor."

"Not yet you don't."

"You think seeking revenge is honorable? It's anything but, Y/N. I don't know why you even followed me to begin with."

"Because I saw something you can't see in yourself."

"That being?"

"A lost, broken soul that is trying to get back at the people who wronged you. Especially that white man who caused your birth."

"What gave it away?" Mizu asked sarcastically.

"I wasn't finished. But also someone who constantly views themself as a monster, an onryo."

"Join basically everyone I have ever met," she sighed.

"But I also see a person who just wants someone to see you for who you truly are, not what you are."

"And who am I, Y/N?"

"You're Mizu. Simple as that."

"And who exactly is Mizu?"

I let out a soft chuckle, "Seems you need to do some soul searching, Mizu. Currently you're out for revenge, so I don't think soul searching is your thing to worry about right now."

"Well, who is Mizu to you?" she asked, curious.

"A strong person who will go the distance to get whatever needs to get done. A driven soul that wants to get back at the people who wronged you, but don't really go after those of your past. Those who treated you poorly and called you horrendous things. Just after the guy who made you and your mother suffer. Someone who is in need of a kind and caring  soul," I smiled at Mizu, trying to find her true eye color, but with her tinted glasses, they weren't helping.

Closing her eyes, she reached up and removed her glasses. Slowly opening them, she tilted her head upwards. My eyes found hers. I have only seen her true eye color once in a while and it was when she glared at me over her glasses. So to finally see them in their fullest and at their most vulnerable, it reminded me of the calm waters on the peaceful beach. How clear and stark they were, piercing like the ice, cold, too. Harsh, like a winter storm was raging behind those eyes. A single tear slid from her right eye and dropped onto the floor we were sitting on.

"I'm a monster, Y/N. Simple as that. Someone who shouldn't even belong in this world."

"Yet you're still here."

"I'm here for a reason."

"Your body could have easily given up on you. But you're resilient and able to push yourself through struggles. Sure you're here to get revenge, but you being here," I reached over and grabbed her hand gently. "Is a gift."

She shook her head, "I'm not, Y/N."

"To me you are. That's all that matters. And to me, I don't see a monster."

"Then what do you see?"

"A beautiful woman or handsome man. Whichever you prefer, with the most alluring blue eyes I have ever seen. Bright like the sun lit sky, calm as the waters at a peaceful beach, and yet, harsh and cold like a winter storm."

Another tear slid down her face as she turned away, shaking her head, "I-I--"

"It's ok, Mizu."

She turned and faced me, "No one has told me that before. T-Thank you, Y/N."

"You're welcome. It's a shame people only see you for your physical features and not what you harbor on the inside. Aside from revenge," I chuckled.

A slight smile formed on her lips. It was very rare for her to smile for a long period of time. Actually, it was just rare for her to smile period. Rare to show any kind of emotion other than being serious and taking no bullshit. But for some reason, I was able to worm my way into her life and still stick around.

"Everything ok, Y/N?" she asked, a little worried.

"J-Just thinking," I said.

"Thinking about what exactly?"

"Nothing too serious. Not like I could plot to kill you. I could never raise a blade like you do. It's almost as if you learned everything on your own. All the different fighting skills and blended it together to kind of make your own."

"I guess you could look at that in a sense."

"You're amazing, Mizu. You know that, right?"

Looking into her eyes, they widened slightly and she blinked a few times. Her mouth opened and closed before some pink crawled underneath her eyes. Reaching over, I placed my hand on her left cheek, turning her head to face me.

"Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Because I will come back and prove them wrong."

The right corner of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she was going to smile but didn't. My eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. Letting out a soft sigh, she reached up and removed the string that held her hair together. Her long, raven like hair fell down past her shoulders. It really complimented her blue eyes, making them stand out even more than they already do. I couldn't help myself now.

Leaning towards her, I lightly placed my lips against hers. A surprised sound came from her as she backed up slightly, causing me to pull back.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I should have asked. Fuck," I breathed out, some tears forming in my eyes now. "I-I read into it too much, didn't I, Mizu? Shit, I-I'm so so sorry, I-I didn't mean t--"

I was cut off by Mizu returning the gesture. Fluttering my eyes closed, I reached up with both of my hands and dug them into her silk like locks. Pulling away, she found my eyes and smiled. It was soft, genuine, and for the first time, full of love and admiration for someone.

"Don't be sorry," she whispered. "I should have done that first, but you beat me to it."

I giggled, "You know, I was right."

"About what?"

"That you look gorgeous with your hair down. Or handsome. Whichever one you prefer."

"I prefer yours," she smirked.

My eyes widened and blinked rapidly as blush crawled onto my cheeks.

"I--uhm--uhhh," my mind went blank.

She chuckled and pulled away, "Thank you, Y/N."

"Y-You're welcome, Mizu," I said once I gathered my thoughts.

Sitting beside her, I set my hand down. Looking down from the corner of her eye, Mizu placed her hand on top of mine. Smiling, I leaned against her shoulder, placing my head on hers. Hers rested against mine and both of our eyes closed, taking in one another as we fell asleep, getting some much needed rest.

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[thebearmage]

Hiii, could you write a one shot about Five Hargreeves being all cuddly and sleepy with his lover? the time is set in season 3 after the robe scene where he talks to his siblings and they're all eating take out.

In Their Arms

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summary: Five hasn't gotten the chance to rest for 20 days. Trying to save the world from apocalypse after apocalypse. Now, his body seems to be catching up to him. But luckily, you are there to catch him.

Five and reader are both 18+

You sigh as hot steam fills the room. You were sitting in the sauna by yourself, wrapped in a simple towel.

Five had taken a bath before you and had even offered to share, but you wanted to be left alone for a little.

It was nothing against him, and he understood, you just needed to decompress. Process a few things.

You had crash landed in 1963 with Diego. However, when he became obsessed with saving JFK, he quickly ditched you. Much to your annoyance.

You had wandered by yourself, taking odd jobs for cash but never staying in the same place twice. You didn't have powers of your own, but that doesn't mean you weren't powerless.

Thinking back on it, you realized how fucked a lot of the shit you had to go through was. Your heart reached out to Allison, who you knew had it worse.

You sigh and put your head in your hands, taking the moments you needed to process. After a while, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went back to your room.

You had stolen a pricy necklace back in '63, which, when paired with Luther's watch, had given the group three rooms.

One had two beds, Viktor and Allison had taken that room. One room had some bunk beds and a spring mattress, the rest of the boys took that one. So, you and Five were left with a tiny room with a single bed.

Neither one of you was complaining.

When you made it back to the room, you take the robe off. Wincing a little at the few wounds you'd gotten back at The Academy.

Jamie and Slone had attacked you before realizing you were powerless. Once they did, Jamie scoffed and said you weren't worth her time, but Sloane apologized and even offered to treat your wounds.

You were both touched and insulted by Sloane's offer but knew her heart was in the right place.

You change into a loose t-shirt and shorts, gently pulling up your shirt to bandage your wound.

You heard the door open behind you and a hiss of breath.

"Shit, did you get that at the academy?"

It was Five. He quickly walked over to you and guide your hands down, helping you bandage your wound.

"Yeah," you grunt when he presses a bit too hard, "It's just a bad bruise, I'll be fine,"

"Who was it?"

"Five..." you scold, "Don't, she apologized,"

Five growls but doesn't say anything, just continues to bandage you.

After he was done, you kiss his forehead, "Thanks, baby,"

You lay down in bed as Five changes into similar clothing to yours.

Suddenly, he stops. He's got his shirt halfway on, you notice the abrupt lack of movement and look up.

"Five?"

Five sways a bit, before shaking his head and pulling the shirt over his head, "I think I need to lay down,"

He slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. You slowly sit up to properly look at Five.

He looks so tired. Eyebags under his eyes, slumped posture, slow blinking. This man has been through hell and back, and it finally seemed to be catching up with him.

You hold your arms out, "Come here,"

He turns to you, "Huh?"

You smile, gently bracing yourself against the headrest, "Come here, baby.

Five blinks slowly before crawling over to you. You gently guide him into your lap, head tucked under your chin.

Five was stiff for a few moments, clearly testing to see if he liked the contact. You gently rub up and down his arms, before gently wrapping a spare blanket around him.

“Oh, baby," You coo, gently running a hand through his hair, "You take such good care of everything. The world, your family, me. But I think it's time you let yourself be taken care of,"

Five's body starts to slump onto you more. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps his around your waist. He's on top of you now, but you're both comfortable.

Five sighs. You're so warm and comfortable. He doesn't want to move. Why would he move? Why would he do anything else but lay here, wrapped up protectively in your arms?

Five feels his eyelids grow heavy. Your hands continue to pet through his hair and run soothingly up and down his back. Why do anything else? Why kill? Why fight? Why push forward? Now is not the time for that.

"Looks who's struggling to stay awake," You tease softly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Five whines, hiding his face away in your chest, "Noooo, I'm fine,"

“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you chuckle softly, “It’s okay, baby. You can fall asleep in my lap. I’ll hold you, all night long, just like this,”

Five hums, completely relaxing against you. You gently tilt his chin up and begin leaving kisses down his neck. Not to arouse, but rather to calm.

Five sighs in bliss

You kiss up Five's neck to his ear, “I love you,” you whisper right into his ear. You then start to gently kiss the lobe, 

Five squirms a little, laughing softly, “Y-Y/N! S-stop!”

You laugh too, “Stop squirming! I’m not even kissing that hard! You’re just ticklish!”

“A-am not!” Five protests weakly. You slowly start to stop, 

“Well, what if I move my lips over to your forehead,” You kiss Five's forehead, 

“Then your nose,” You kiss his nose, 

“Then finally, your lips,” You kiss Five's softly, trying to put all the love you feel into one kiss. You break away after a little, “I love you, baby. I love you so, so much,”

“I love you too,” Five lays back down on your chest, smiling.

“I know you do,” You purr, resuming your earlier movements, “You’ve shown me that every day. And I can never describe how thankful I am for that and for you,”

You kiss Five's head, "Now, just rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,"

Five smiles and finally lets his eyes flutter closed. He curls into you a little more, before finally drifting to sleep.

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WOO! Finally got this request done! So sorry it took so long, Anon! I'll get better at answering requests! Thanks again for the request and feel free to send more in!

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Right Here For You ~ HHJ

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

PAIRING: Hyunjin x fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, caring for hyunjin, soft, sweet

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - May 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Hyunjin groaned from beside you and you whimpered a little seeing him in the state that he was in and your stomach completely dropped. The two of you had driven over to his parents for the weekend and at first when he started to feel sick you figured he was having a little bit of travel sickness but the more time you spent with him you realised just how wrong you were about that. It turned out that while he was on tour he'd caught a pretty bad case of the flu and wasn't quite able to shake it as quickly as you thought he would be able to. The boys had all gotten a variant of the flu but none of them seemed to be handling it quite as badly as Hyunjin,

"Can I get you anything?" You whispered, slowly stroking your hand through his hair and gently untangling the strands as he whined a little. His eyes squeezed shut as he did his best to avoid the burning sensation the light was given to him and he let out a low groan. You'd been like this most of the night, every now and again he would drift off to get a little sleep but for the rest of the time he was wide awake and in a lot of pain with his head. It seemed as though he had a migraine paired with his headache and all you wanted to do was take away his pain and give it to yourself.

"A cloth for my head?" His voice was barely coming out as a whisper, he was terrified if he spoke any louder he would end up hurting his own head. You smiled weakly and gently slid out of the bed carefully going across the hall to go and wet a cloth for his forehead. So far, your weekend had consisted of watching over your boyfriend and taking care of him while he was sick - not that you minded at all. You always loved to look after those you loved and Hyunjin needed you,

"Yn," You span around, hand clutching your chest as you heard Hyunjin's mother call your name out. You thought everyone would have been asleep long before now,

"Did I wake you? I'm so sorry," You whimpered a little, looking at her as she smiled warmly and shook her head at you. She stepped closer to you and gently rubbed your arm, your eyes glanced over at the window and you noticed that the sun was peeking through the blinds inside of the bathroom and your mouth fell open. You'd been awake all night? 

"Not at all. It's almost 11 am. I was just coming to check on the two of you." She must have been worried about him since he currently seemed as though he needed to be in the hospital. It wasn't as bad as that though, it was a simple flu but for some reason, it was hitting Hyunjin a little harder than you thought it was going to. Maybe it was because he was so run down with work and getting sick was suddenly making him more drained. If you could switch places with him you would do it in a matter of seconds, you couldn't stand the thought of the love of your life being sick while you could do nothing about it.

"I'm just grabbing him a cold cloth, he didn't sleep much last night so I was hoping that this would help him," You smiled a little running the tap and gently running a cloth under the water before ringing it out and smiling at her as she nods. The two of you had met a few times before this and she treated you like you were one of her own, even texting you a few times a month. There were even sometimes when she would come to Seoul and the two of you would go for food together, the two of you had a very good relationship with one another.

"I'll go and get you both some hot tea as well as some painkillers. The two of you should at least try and sleep today though," She rubbed your lower back before her hand slowly travelled up to your cheek as she slowly rubbed her thumb over your cheek frowning a little when she felt how warm your cheek was.

"Are you getting sick too? You feel a little warm," She pouted out her lip before gently sitting you down on the edge of the bath, beginning to search the cabinets for a thermometer. You watched as she grabbed a small box filled with sickness tablets and everything someone could need to feel better.

"I'm okay, I just want to make sure he feels okay." You sighed a little but she was already placing the thermometer into your ear and smiling down at you running her free hand over your cheek and smiling warmly at you. 

"You can take this back through to him, I'll bring up some tea as well as something to eat for you both. It's not good to have an empty stomach," She explained before the thermometer beeped and you looked at her as she shook her head looking at the digital screen. There was no fever at all but she was still worried about you maybe catching something from Hyunjin and the last thing either of you needed was both of you sick at the same time.

"No fever, but still." She handed you the cloth and patted your shoulder putting the small box away into the cupboard and watching you.

"Take it easy," She finished before slowly pushing you back down the hall toward Hyunjin's room, when you walked inside you smiled down at the sight of him. He was curled up inside of the blankets like a blanket burrito and pouting when he saw you coming into the room.

"I missed you," He whimpered as you crawled onto the bed beside him and gently laid the cold cloth on his head and smiled down at him.

"Missed you too handsome," You whispered, gently kissing his cheek and trying to make sure he was comfortable enough. That was the thing about Hyunjin, whenever he was sick he would get a little clingy and want to be around you more and more.

The tea had gone down well but Hyunjin had barely touched the food that his mother had prepared for him, claiming he was too sick to eat anything and you didn't blame him at all. 

"You should get some sleep," You told Hyunjin when you noticed his eyes were beginning to get heavy and he swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. If he slept during the day he was going to throw his sleeping schedule out of the window and it was the one thing he needed to be strong in his life.

"We have practice when I go back, if I sleep I'll be all over the place," You hated that while he was sick his mind was still on work and what he had to do in the future instead of looking after himself.

"From this point on, I'm ordering you to focus on yourself," You pouted your bottom lip out, carefully pulling the covers up over him and tucking him in. He whined a little and pulled you to lay down with your head on his chest, your fingers stroking up and down his skin gently as you tried to soothe him into a deep sleep. 

It didn’t take long for Hyunjin to be nursed back to full health but by the time he was, you had fallen sick and it had become his turn to nurse you back to health. Giving you the same speech that you had given to him, making you promise you wouldn’t rush back into work and take it easy while you did your best to get better.

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[beautifulgirl223]

Intoxicating

Y'all, I'm in love with him. Like there is not enough text out there that will ever cure my depravity when it comes to how much I think about this man. He's out of character here I'm sure but I wish I could care. This is Rayleigh's character to me and honestly I'm the only one I care about.

About 5.5k words

CW: afab reader, use of she/her pronouns, cunnilingus (fem receiving), slight breeding kink, praise kink

Intoxicating. 

Everything about him made you desperately want more. He was addicting in his actions, his words, and how he treated you. Sometimes you were scared of how intense your feelings for him were.

But little did you know, he had it much worse when it came to you. 

***

She happily waved to the Straw Hats alongside Shakky and Rayleigh as they made their way off of the Archipelago and to the New World. 

“I’m excited to hear what they get up to next. They really know how to liven up the place!” Your eyes stayed on the ship until it was no longer in sight. With a slight smile you sighed. “I’m gonna miss them. Hope I can drink with them again sometime in the future.”

Rayleigh snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance sometime in the future sweetheart. I have a strong feeling that this won’t be the last time you’ll see them,” he chuckled. Placing a kiss atop your head as you cuddled into him. 

“I’ll miss them, but I’m happy to have you back,” you said, fully turning into his embrace for a hug. 

“What do you mean? After leaving Luffy on Rusukaina I’ve been back here, with you. I would never leave either of you unless I had to sweetheart,” he pulled you away from his chest so he could look down into your eyes, also giving a look over to Shakky.

All she did was shrug. She knew how he was, she didn’t need the reminder. But apparently the new addition to their relationship wasn’t as well-versed on how Rayleigh operated. 

“I knowwww,” you said with an embarrassed tone to your voice. “It’s just…”

He looked at her expectantly without saying anything. His expression speaking for him.

He could tell  by the way your cheeks were heating up that you were struggling to share how you felt. Even though you tried to hide it from him – which you were quickly learning was impossible due to a little thing called Haki (which you only knew about through him)  – he was able to detect how you were feeling based on your body language.

Embarrassed. 

“Of course I’m happy you helped the Straw Hats out. You’re amazing and generous as always Silvers…I just…” you averted his eyes, finding your nails much more interesting at the moment. 

That was until he gently grabbed your chin with his finger and thumb to look him in his eyes, demanding your full attention.

“I know it’s selfish of me…I just missed your attention is all…”

He didn’t say anything else as his mind recalled the last two years. While it’s true that he didn’t stay with Luffy the full two years during his training, even when he came back home, most of his time was spent covertly watching over their ship and waiting for their inevitable return back to the Archipelago. 

His heart hurt at the fact that you were right. He had been neglecting you when he didn’t even mean to. And here you were admitting so sweetly that you missed him. 

Oh. He was going to make up for lost time immediately.

The look in his eyes must have given away his intentions as Shakky looked over at the two of them and rolled her eyes lovingly. “I’m going back to the bar to serve the customers because you know, that’s how I get paid around here. Just don’t break the bed this time Rayleigh” she scoffed as she walked away towards the bar, lighting her next cigarette.

Rayleigh chuckled as he heard an embarrassed whine coming from the woman buried in his chest. Picking you up and following Shakky to the bar with the intention of going straight to their shared bedroom. You wrapped your legs around him so that you didn’t fall now that your feet weren’t on the ground. Not that he would ever let you fall from his arms. 

“You’ve been so patient with me haven’t you baby? I didn’t mean to neglect you sweetheart. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

***

So maybe you had an idea of what was going to happen when you admitted to wanting his attention back, but you had no idea it was going to be like this. How did Shakky survive so long?

Rayleigh had to relearn what restraint was the moment he finally had you laid out bare on the bed underneath him. It was hard to think of anything else but you when you were looking at him so desperately… so ready for him to take care of you.

He could tell you were needy from the look in your eyes, and he’d be damned if he didn’t take care of his sweet girl’s needs after he’s neglected them for so long.

“You missed me sweet girl?” he asked, ghosting his lips over yours, kissing everywhere but where you wanted him most. His hands wandered across your body as if he were learning you for the first time. You both had done this many times before, yet he was always amazed at how soft your body was in comparison to his. How your skin felt underneath his hands. Every single inch of your body, your soul…just you, was intoxicating.

You whine and pull his lips onto yours in response to his question. His lands leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched. It was amazing how was able to melt your brain with only gentle caresses, but he did so without fail each time. Whining as he pulled away from the kiss, immediately missing his lips, and he groaned at the noise you made. 

If he looked hard enough, he was sure that deep within your lust filled eyes, he could make out little hearts in them as you stared up at him. Being so patient and waiting once again for him to take care of you. His hand made its way to your neck and squeezed gently. The full power and control you willingly submitted to him made him dizzy. He was going to ruin you.

“I’m sorry I made you wait sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl being all patient for me haven’t you?” he cooed at you. Quickly nodding your head in agreement. Already drunk off his praise.

“Y-yes, I’ve been good,” you whimpered in response. Waiting on him to continue.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention you needed. I’m gonna make it up to you okay? My sweet sweet girl deserves a reward for being so good, yeah?” He lightly pinched one of your nipples. Not bothering to hide the shit-eating grin on his face at how your body immediately reacted to his touch. He was addicted to how responsive you were to him. Even if it was involuntary, it let him know that he was doing something right. 

He released your neck as he took his own shirt off. Allowing you a moment to rediscover his body. Taking pride in how you shamelessly eye fucked him. He even let you pull him down for another kiss. Sighing at the skin on skin contact. He didn’t even realize how much his own body missed yours until he was finally over you.

He pulled away from your mouth as he smiled sweetly to you. “What’s the safe word sweetheart,” he tapped the side of your face to make sure you were listening, immediately recognizing the spacey look forming on your face. He couldn’t get started just yet until he knew you would be alright. 

“Haki,” you said with a smile. Being able to find your voice for the first time in the last few minutes. 

“There you go…” he whispered. 

You drive him crazy with the innocent look on your face despite knowing exactly how depraved your mind was in that moment. Knowing how he’s the last one who will get to see you like this brings him a high he will never tire of.

He makes his way down your body all while keeping eye contact with you until he reaches the lower half of your body. He grabs a pillow from the top of the headboard and shoves it underneath your hips. He gently rubs your legs in a comforting manner while he slowly forces them apart. 

He breaks eye contact and mentally curses himself for not tending to you sooner. He wonders how long you went just thinking of him, how often you missed his touch, how often you craved him. 

He groans appreciatively at the sight of you spread out in front of him. Your extreme arousal was evident in the way it flowed from you. Suddenly he was dehydrated and his eyes glossed over as if he found a never ending source of hydration. His hands made their way to the back of your thighs as his patience was starting to thin. He coaxed the back of your thighs before he cupped the back of your knees and pushed them up towards your chest and laid his arm out over your legs to keep you completely open and bent.

You whimpered at his strength and how easily he maneuvered your to his liking. Turned on by the way his strength made you feel small and protected. you didn’t even realize that he had guided your hands to his hair until you felt his fingers run along the slit of your core and teasingly circle your clit. The touch took you by surprise as you gripped at his head between your legs. 

“Who got you this excited sweetheart? Surely it couldn’t have been this old man,” he teased as he continued to toy with you. Smiling at the way your breath hitched at his touch.

“You did, only you Silvers,” you whimpered. your hips jolted when he pressed his finger into you. He blew air onto your core, and he felt himself harden even more at the way your body winked at him. your body’s promise to him of how amazing you would feel wrapped around him. 

While you laid spread out in front of Rayleigh, all you could think about was how easily he could ruin you. He could ask you to go after the One Piece yourself and you would agree in an instant if it meant that he would never stop touching you. you wanted him to please you until you were brainless. Until the only thing you could think about was him. He could take you right now and all you would be able to do is thank him. 

“Please Silvers, I’ve been so good, please just -” he cut you off with a stroke of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. The moan you let out – pornographic and needy.

“Don’t beg,” he states, staring at you. “You never have to beg me for anything sweetheart. Anything you want. It’s yours.”

He pressed his arm harder into your legs to keep you still, and brought his other hand to spread you open for him. Mouth watering at the sight of you and the thought of making you come undone with only his mouth. 

Sure, he sailed with the King of the Pirates, but nothing made him feel more powerful than the way your body reacted to just his mouth. 

They both moaned at the same time. yours at the slight feeling of relief, and his at the taste of you that he missed so much. He licks and sucks everywhere he can get his mouth to, and groans at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. He has to press his arm down a bit more, because your body immediately tries to up the friction, trying to grind yourself into his mouth as much as you can. 

He greedily licked up your arousal as his eyes looked up from between your legs. Smirking at the sight of your already fucked out face. Your eyes blurry from unshed tears as your mouth opened in silence.

“You gotta breathe baby,” he muttered against you.

Releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding  “Thank you thank you thank you” you chanted as he continued to ruin you with only his mouth. It was quickly becoming too much too fast. As worked up as you were, you knew you weren't going to last long with how well he was working on unraveling you.

Your body tensed as you felt him insert a finger into you. Her body clamped down on the intrusion, happy to no longer be empty. 

“Gods you’re so tight sweetheart,” he groaned at the feeling of you around his finger. Knowing that you were going to feel even better around him. “Loosen up for me, yeah?” His mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Her body buzzed beneath him. All he could focus on was you. you overwhelmed his senses in the best way possible. 

It only took a few moments before he was inserting another finger into you. you cried out as he began to stretch you out. The tension in your lower body was growing tighter and tighter by the second. Her toes were curling as your breaths became even more labored. 

“S-Silvers! S-slow down. I’m-I’m,” you cut yourself off with a scream as he massaged the spot inside of you that you were never able to reach yourself. 

Rayleigh paid your words no mind as he continued to push you to your finish. While you may have been saying one thing, your body could never lie, and told him exactly what you needed. He knew you were close. And there was no way he wouldn’t give his baby what he knew she needed.

“You gonna make a mess on my face pretty girl? You gonna cum for me, beautiful?” he said as his pace increased. His fingers relentlessly hitting that spot inside of you as he watched you furiously nod your head. He hummed in approval as he continued to lap at your clit. The way he massaged you inside and out made your hips attempt to buck into his face. 

He grows harder at the sound of your voice moments before you came undone. you probably didn’t even realize that your voice started to get high pitched and whiny as you tried to warn him of your inevitable fate. With one last stroke of his tongue, and one last thrust of his fingers you started to scream. 

You looked ethereal as you reached your climax. He groans as you tugs at his hair, but he doesn’t let up. He continues to slam his fingers into her as her walls clenched at his fingers. 

The tension in your body felt like a rubber band that had been pulled so taut that eventually it snapped. Your orgasm crashed on you so strongly that instinctively you tried to move away from the constant pleasure that Rayleigh gave you. His arm pressed into the back of your things prevented you from doing so. The next best thing was to grip his hair as you rode out your climax. you threw your head back in silence as you took in a deep breath and screamed.

Rayleigh continued to work you through your orgasm while listening to the beautiful sounds that fell from your mouth. He grinded himself into the bed at the sound of your voice. It was a mixture of moans and his name. And he knew right then that his name never sounded better than when it was coming from your mouth.

Without relenting, he continued to caress you with his mouth, only slowing up a little when he felt your body relax a bit after that high. Only giving you a moment of rest, knowing that he wasn’t going to stop there. He wanted to force your mind into a state of overstimulated bliss. And he knew exactly how to do that. 

you tried to wiggle out of his grasp and away from his sinful ministrations. you needed a break after having an orgasm that strong, but the pressure on your legs became stronger. you was still rendered immobile and at the mercy of Silvers Rayleigh.

“Silvers, p-please. It’s too much,” you whined. Her mind was fuzzy at best. Still floating somewhere above your body and you couldn’t bring it back down. 

“But I thought you wanted my attention?” he teased from between your legs. He pulled his fingers from you and shoved them in your mouth to keep you quiet. “I know when you’ve had too much sweetheart, and right now, your body is telling me you haven’t had enough.”

This time he took his mouth off your clit to let you have a moment before he forced his tongue into you. A completely different feeling than his fingers, as your body tensed in appreciation. Groaning at the taste of your climax, he dug his tongue as deep as it could go into you. His nose bumping against your clit as he did so. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck…” you chanted at the feel of his tongue in you. He expertly explored every inch of you that he could reach while building you up again. He bobbed his head between your legs as he drank every ounce your body so generously gave. If he could spend the rest of his life in this moment, he thinks he would never leave. Thankful for the fact that you chose him. That you allowed him to be the one who you allowed to please you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life thanking you for that fact.

He took his fingers from your mouth and brought them back down to your core. Now that they were wet with your own saliva, he brought them to your clit, and rubbed it to the same pace as his tongue. Your body the instrument he knew how to play best. 

It didn’t take long at all before another orgasm washed over you. Not as powerful as the first, but just as satisfying. The feeling of being restrained making it that much better. 

You felt as if you could breathe again now that he finally decided that you had enough. He pulled his face away from you and gently released your legs. They flopped back down onto the bed as you were unable to control them. You watched as Rayleigh made his way up your body until he eventually made it to your face.

“You doin alright sweetheart?” he asked with a big smile on his face. You said nothing as you pulled him down for a kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and in his mouth. You tried to win the fight to see who would lead the kiss, but you lost immediately. Happily surrendering to the gentle caresses of Rayleigh. 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, enjoying being with each other in a moment of peace. But it was only a matter of time before you became needy again. Your hands drifting down to the waistband of his pants. Clumsily fumbling with the fabric between your fingers. 

“Take these off” you mumbled into his mouth as he pulled away to take a breath. He chuckled at your eagerness. 

“Should I? Cause I remember distinctly a few moments ago when you said it was ‘too much’ and how you wanted me to stop,” he teased. His smirk growing bigger at the sight of your lips forming into a pout.

Your fingers finally made their way under the waistband as it was your turn to ignore his words. You shimmed them down, until he finally caved and took the rest of them off himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. 

Silvers Rayleigh was an attractive man in his younger years as he sailed with Roger. But how he looked then has nothing on what he looks like now as an older man. Nothing about him said old unless you account for the gray hair atop his head. Even in his old age, he looked as good as he did when he was younger. Even better now. And that even went for what he held between his legs. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Wanting nothing more than to take him into your mouth. It was almost as if he read your mind as he brought your attention back to him. 

“Let me just take care of you, okay sweetheart? We’ve the rest of our lives for you to-” you whined in embarrassment.

“Silverssss don’t say it” he laughed at your bashfulness. 

“Sweetheart…I just had my head between your legs and you just finished screaming to high heavens, and you're embarrassed about how-” You pulled him down to cut him off. You couldn’t help what you were embarrassed by.

He relented with a smile as he kissed you back.

“You ready sweetheart?” he asked. You could sense a little restraint in his voice as he rubbed himself against you. Sliding himself along your center, letting the wet mess he left between your legs transfer onto him as well. 

You eagerly nod, excited to have him properly fuck you. 

“I gotta hear you ask for it,” he teased kissing along the expanse of your neck. “Let me hear you ask me, yeah?”

Knowing you weren’t going to get your way unless you did as he asked, you swallowed the last embarrassment you had in your body. There was no way you were going to cheat yourself out of this after so long just because some things made you embarrassed. You already knew he was going to make you feel amazing, so you just had to give in.

“Yes. I’m ready, please fuck me,” you asked quietly as you wrapped your legs around him in an attempt to bring him closer.

Grabbing your hips to pull you closer, he pushed himself into you. Groaning at how you felt. Moving slowly until he completely bottomed out, his hips touching yours. His breathing turned a bit heavy as he waited for you to adjust to him. 

It really must have been a while due to how you both reacted. No matter how many times the two of you had slept together, somehow it always felt like the first. 

Intoxicating.

You felt full as you grabbed at his back to pull him in. His muscles stiff beneath your fingers as you grasp at his shoulders for purchase. 

He slowly pulls all the way out to force himself back in. 

“Still so tight for me princess,” he groans as he begins to thrust into you, “gonna be good and let me use you hmm?”

“Yes yes yes please use me,” you don’t care how pathetic you sound. You were finally getting what you craved for so long. You were needy and you knew he was going to take care of you. 

He folds her legs once more so that your knees are bent near your chest while your feet dangle by his ear. He uses his body weight to slam into you, driving you up the bed. He ruts desperately into you, addicted to how you feel squeezing around him. 

His thrusts are rough and punishing and the tip of him kisses the back of you, kissing your cervix each time he bullied his way into you.

Your eyes quickly glazed over once again and the nonstop pressure of him knocking into your spot. The constant bombardment of him forcing himself into you too much for you to take at once, yet you needed more. 

Resting your ankles onto his shoulders, he leaned forward to capture you in another kiss. Trying to hold himself out longer. How you were looking at him combined with the sinful noises falling out of your mouth with how tight, wet, and hot you felt around him, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t stop please please,” you breathily chanted in his ear. You were close to your third orgasm of the night and needed him to give you everything. 

He brought one hand and grabbed at your neck, while the other slid down your body and began to rub hasty circles onto your clit.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum on me? I wanna see you lose yourself again pretty girl,” he praised as he worked you to your end. His pace never faltered as he leaned over and put more of his weight onto your body.

Intoxicating. That’s all Rayleigh could think of as he fucked you deeply into the mattress. The sound of your skin slapping against him made him groan at the filthy thought. He wanted to make sure you never felt forgotten again, and with the way you were babbling nothing but his name, it was safe to say that he achieved his goal. That and how adorable you looked losing yourself over his dick.  Over him. “...only you Silvers…” your previous words coming back to the forefront of his mind. You were going to make him lose his mind.

You let him use your body, scratching at his back as he forcefully brings you closer and closer to a praecipe. 

Maybe it was because you were overstimulated. Maybe it was because it had been so long since the two of you slept together. Or maybe it was because of how he played your body perfectly…something about this orgasm felt different.  You placed your hands on his hips trying to slow him down. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck w-wait s-slow d-down Silvers!” You squeal. The back of your thighs tensing against his chest. You felt as if your body was trying to leave you.

He only held you a little tighter response. He’s got you right where he wanted you.Your body may try and leave you, but he would make sure it stayed exactly where he wanted it to in his hold.

He was going to be the death of you…but you craved him all the same.

You tried to hold out. You were about to make a mess and it didn’t seem like he cared. To be completely honest, it kinda felt like he knew that and continued his brutal pace anyway. His hips move in an almost primal way. It was as if he was digging the orgasm from deep within you.

“Just let go for me sweetheart…I got you, I promise,” he whispered in your ear.

Turns out, that was the final straw as you finally let yourself fall over into bliss. Rayleigh continued to fuck you through it all while praising you. Holding your body to the mattress so you didn’t ruin your own orgasm.

“There she goesssss, come on baby,” he grunted, bullying his way into your contracting walls. He wanted you to milk him dry. The way you were squeezing him made his pace falter. “You’re being so good f ‘me hmm?”

This time you did actually forget how to breathe as your mouth was open in a silent scream. Your nails scratched at his back as your third orgasm washed over you almost painfully. It took you by surprise how strongly it came. It was so earth shattering that you actually started to cry. 

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…” he groans at your words. At how you thank him for how he makes you feel, when he should be the one thanking you. He moans when he feels how wet you’ve gotten, realizing that he’s made you squirt. It wasn’t his intention this time, but he’s saved this information for the next time he’s got you trapped underneath him. 

“What a messy baby hmm?”

His heart swells as he looks down at you. A heavenly sight that he feels lucky enough to have gotten the chance to see. Let alone be the reason he could even have the view. 

“Where do you want me,” he growls into your ear, “tell me where you want me baby?” he asks kissing behind your ear, removing his hands from your neck and clit. Moving them to rest on both sides of your head. 

“Want you inside,” she cries, “I wanna be full of you Silvers.”

In that moment Rayleigh would do anything you asked him to. If you wanted him to build you a ship and sail you to the New World, he’d do it without an ounce of shame and with a smile on his face. Anything for his baby girl.

“That’s my girl. Let me take care of you baby…” trapping your legs between the two of you, and used you to chase his own end. With only a couple more thrusts he bottomed out completely and finished deep inside with your name as a whisper on his breath. You feel amazing as you take everything he has to offer as he lightly thrusts into you. Finishing with a deep groan into your ear. He quietly keeps you flushed to him as he rocks into you, his way of silently worshiping you and your body. His way of thanking you for trusting him. The silence not needing to be filled as the unspoken words say enough. 

He lowers himself closer to your front, as your legs slowly let go of his abdomen. He places lazy kisses along your neck as the both of you try to catch your breath. You two sit in silence for a moment before he slowly pulls himself from you. He covers himself as he quickly leaves the room to grab you a glass of water. 

He comes back with a warm rag along with a glass of water. He sets the water down on the bedside table and gently begins to clean you up. His movements slow and calculated, being careful to not wipe too harshly in fear of overstimulating you anymore. When he cleans you up to his liking, he tosses the rag into the hamper in the corner of the room and guides you to sit up in bed.

“Drink some water for me princess,” he coos. You blush as the older man dotes on you and you do as he says, sitting up and taking small sips of the water. All you wanted to do was lay and cuddle with him, as your preferred method of aftercare, but you knew that he was just doing what he needed to before he indulged.

After you drank what he felt was enough, he took the glass from you, took a large sip himself and set the glass back on the table. He laid back into bed and pulled you onto his front so that you could lay your head on his chest. 

“How are you feeling sweetheart? You back with me?” He rubbed your back and brought the blankets up to cover your body as he stroked your hair. He knew that after a passionate session, you typically needed coaxing to come back to reality. It was his favorite way of taking care of you. Having you lay here completely vulnerable while you placed your complete trust in him made his heart soar. He would never dream of taking advantage of what the two of you have built.

You answered him with a hum, snuggling more into his chest, chasing after the warmth his body provided. Your eyes started closing to the feel of his hands rubbing soothing patterns on you.

“I’m…perfect,” you manage to say after finding your voice. Your voice was a bit scratchy, but you laid there wholeheartedly happy and satisfied. Knowing he wouldn’t be happy until he heard your voice. 

“You did so well for me princess. Was it okay? Did I go too hard on you?” He asked a bit worriedly. While you never said your safe word, he couldn’t help but be a little worried after each session. Wanting to make sure that he only ever made you feel good. 

“You were perfect Silvers. Honestly, I’d like it if you were a little more rough with me. Not that rough everytime, but…ya know,” she said as she traced her finger up and down his abs. Sex with Rayleigh most of the time was soft and slow. And while you didn’t have a problem with it (Rayleigh made sure you were satisfied each time), being manhandled is something that you wish would happen a bit more often. It melts your heart that this strong man treats you with the fragility and tenderness of ceramic, but you like to be broke once in a while.

“Strongly noted,” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “Shakky will be happy I didn’t break the bed this time.”

“Yeah well, with how you had me folded, I’m surprised I didn’t break,” she giggled. 

“Well if you want me to break you then you only need to ask,” he teased as one of his hands snaked down to your ass and gave it a slight squeeze. 

“Strongly noted.”

***

Literally foaming at the mouth I love him so much we're actually married. Shakky and I tease him all the time

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[purpleberiii]

"Payback"

☆Part 2 of the Nightingale fic

☆Prompt: After the talk with chief, you decided to make up for the way you treated nightingale, even going as far as changing for her.

☆Warnings: None

For the last two weeks, you and Nightingale had been living separately. She was renting an apartment, while you lived in your shared house. To say it was heartbreaking was an understatement; but you had to bear with it until she was ready to face you. After that night with Chief, you returned the money to Chelsea and Chief gave her a stern warning to stay away from you.

It was a very busy day at the MBCC, the chief had just destroyed a black ring at Keylan Square and is now recovering from the severe injuries. All of the work was left on Nightingale and she didn't ask you for help, nor did she inform you. She took all the responsibility without letting anyone know but luckily Chief called you and told you which is how you're currently in chief's office, finishing out the rest of the paperwork at 2 in the morning, normally people didn't come that early.

You were so focused on the paperwork you hadn't noticed that Nightingale walked in with a confused expression on her face. "What are you doing here?" She asked, that voice you had come to love even more resounded in your ears.

Through the busy facade, you gently smiled at her before replying, "I'm helping-I don't need your help. I can handle things on my own." Your words were caught in the back of your throat at her harsh tone but you knew it was coming.

"Please let's put our differences aside and work together. Chief's not here, we need to keep the MBCC off the higher ups radar."

"I can handle-no you can't. Look at those bags under your eyes. You clearly haven't been sleeping well. I know you're worried about Chief but she's okay."

"Why shouldn't I? Chief has been more of a lover to me than you." Your eyes widened when she said that and you could see a tinge of regret in her eyes. She walked towards you and collected the papers, before walking out. "I'll be in my office working."

As she left, you sinked down in the chair, lost for words. Maybe she did love chief all along. Either way, you were going to give her a choice to make. A divorce or your marriage. But you were going to give her after chief returned.

Chief did come out of the hospital a few weeks later, all ready for work and Nightingale'a mood had increased and brightened. Through the course of chief's absence, you tried so hard to earn her forgiveness, declining money right in front of her, helping her do little things, you name it but nothing seemed to be working.

These worries had been making you lose sleep, and you've been sleeping on the job. Nightingale gently shook your figure, a tired groan leaving your lips. When you realised it was her, your eyes shot open. "What's wrong?! Are you okay?!" Those questions shot out of your mouth quickly because she had a soft expression on her face.

"Why are you sleeping? Have you not been sleeping at home?"

"Ah yes... but I... we need to talk..."

"I-please listen to what I'm saying. For the last few weeks I've been trying to earn your forgiveness but nothing has worked. You've been sour to me but as soon as chief came, your mood somehow brightened up. I know I made a terrible mistake and I'm trying to fix it and to change. I want to be better but I feel like you're happier with chief so I'm giving you a choice to be free."

"I'm not divorcing." Her gaze was stern and intimidating. "I've noticed the efforts you're making and I was only sour because I was tired," she chuckled. For the very long time, you heard her laugh and your heart fluttered. "I know you've made a terrible mistake and I've already given you Payback for that. I'm willing to give us another try but..." she gripped your collar and pulled you close, "if you mess this up we're done."

You gulped before nodding enthusiastically. She smiled, pleased at your answer before kissing you. Her lips fit perfectly with yours and you couldn't help but sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist whilst hers went around your neck. She pulled away, gasping for air and rested her forehead against yours. "Please don't do something-I won't do it again. I promise. It was so fucked up that I had immediately regretted it."

Nightingale chuckled before patting your cheek. "I've seen your behaviour as changed. You've gotten more soft spoken with your colleagues and more gentle but tell me... has your attitude in bed changed?"

"I will be more gentle."

"Don't be..I like it when you're rough."

She winked before walking away, leaving you a flustered mess. Now that things have resolved, you could now get a good night's sleep, with your wife in your arms.

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[sleepyfaequeen]

Hello!! I saw your life weaver one shot and I just adore it. I was wondering if you maybe had some general LifeWeaver headcanons? Maybe for a clumsy person, who is definitely not me but tends to have old scars and new injuries from things?

Thank you, your one shot made me weak he is such a darling of a man ♥️

Well, I didn't expect another request for Lifeweaver, but I shall grant you what my mind can muster up. I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy~

Roommates

Summary: You just happen to always slip on your own two feet. Even in Vishkar University. Lucky for you, Vishkar has given you a nurse who is in 24/7.

Pairing: Lifeweaver x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff

Requested: Yes, anonymous

Song:

A groan escaped (Y/n)'s lips as she laid down on the ground. The days of overworking yourself to the bone (has) finally caught up to you, and you can't help but just accept it. (Y/n) could hear sudden footsteps from upstairs before a familiar face peering down to look at what had probably caused all that ruckus. It was right then and there that she had wished she would've died on impact, so she didn't have to witness her roommate looking at her pathetic hopeless self sprawled out on the ground.

"(Y/n), did you just fall?" Niran asked as he held onto the railing of the top of the stairs.

"No." She replies.

"Then why are you on the ground?" He cocks his head to the side with a small smirk and raised brow.

".. I fell." She admits and this makes him sigh.

"I'm going to help you up." He said, already heading downstairs. Her roommate was always so nice and friendly while she was a clumsy mess. "Does anything hurt?"

"No." She lies. Nothing was broken, but she did feel ashamed that nearly everyone she knew had known her as the person who always would be in an accident.

"Good, then you can get up." He taps her hip and she couldn't help but groan. "Unless you want me to help you."

"No, I'm totally fine here." She smiles as she watched him roll his eyes and stepped over her before resting his hands on his hips.

"This is your last chance, N̂ảp̄hụ̂ng." He warns.

"Or what?" (Y/n) watched as he bends down and grabbed her legs before pulling her down the hallway.

"NIRAN!?" A squeak leaves her lips as he practically drags her. Her arms cover her fluttering face as he continues to drag her before he lets go of her legs and moves. She can't help but peak between her arm, though that was probably a mistake as his chest was in full view. The man was wearing a deep rose pink V neck t-shirt, revealing his hard yet soft looking chest. How was it that she was so blessed and cursed at the same time to have such a good-looking roommate. She swore she only joined Vishkar to learn and provide people with hope for the future. Still, her eyes can't help but look at the way Niran's white hair was tied up in a messy bun, and his bangs happen to fall over his eye.

"You must really like staring at someone who is treating you." He said with an amused smirk on his lips. This makes her avert her eyes before yelping as he picked her up and sits her down onto the couch of their living room. "I'm going to have to ask you if anything hurts. That was a dangerous fall.."

"I'm alright.." (Y/n) stretched her arm before whimpering as she held it to her stomach. Niran can't help but lean forward and reach over, gently holding her arm. "Okay, maybe not as alright as I had thought."

"This is why I'm studying to be you're nurse." He jokes as he decides to have a look at your arm. "Well, I can't fix it now since it's late. Lucky for you, I happen to be trained in wrapping a broken arm."

"Thank you so much, Niran. I'm so sorry to be such a clutz." She let's her eyes meet his soft chocolate ones.

"It's no problem. Without you falling around everywhere, I wouldn't be learning how to treat different kinds of first aid." He chuckles as his eyes glance at every small scar and recent bandages on you. "But really, I think it's rather adorable."

"Ho-!?" She can't help but almost choke on her own saliva before going into a coughing fit. He quickly pats her back before letting his hand rub the middle of her shoulder blades. "You think I'm.."

"Of course, I do. You're also the sweetest person I have ever met on campus."

"Ahh.." She was feeling her entire face burn up and quickly averts her eyes only to see Satya in her light blue pajamas with her pillow under her arm. She looked so tired and upset, which was never good.

"If you two don't stop flirting so loudly, I will not hesitate to strike you both." Her hands already holding up her pillow.

"Wait.. is that a seashell pillow?" Niran asked as he pointed at it. Satya can't help but look at it herself.

"Yes, it is."

"I didn't realize you believed in fairytales." Immediately, Niran's face is met with a loud "fwap" as the pillow is slammed against his face.

"(Y/n) if you're going to start dating him. I suggest you teach him some manners." She takes her pillow back, glaring at Niran before walking back upstairs. "Start with his snoring."

"Satya!" Niran whines as he can't help but tuck his face into your shoulder as he hugs (Y/n). Whether it was to comfort himself or to hold you didn't really matter.

Translation: N̂ảp̄hụ̂ng / น้ำผึ้ง: Honey

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[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 8

Summary: Some mysteries are revealed. Mentions of past abuse to Geralt and Naurel.

The Wolf and the Flame

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to 

Words: 2,274

Naurel sat on the small bed in the healing wing curled against Geralt’s side as he leaned against the headboard beside her. Jaskier had been treated with the herbs that she helped grow and Nennenke cleared the healing wing. It was now just the priestess, Geralt, Jaskier who was still asleep and her.

Nenneke looked at the redhead with expectant eyes but when she didn’t speak she pressed on. “How long have you known?”

“I..” how could she explain any of this? She didn’t know the answers herself so how could she tell them what they wanted to hear. Would Geralt leave her because she was a freak? Taking a moment to gather her courage she chose her words carefully. “I have known that my blood was different since I was a child. I got punished for breaking a dish and the master left me laying on the ground outside. When I stood up the grass was green where my blood had been. I thought it was just a trick of the eye, to be honest, but the more it happened the more I realized that I was,” she paused searching for the right word. “Evil?” It was the only word she could think of.

“Evil?” Geralt growled in question.

She nodded. “The master realized it was happening one day when he punished me for spilling his ale. He was a bit heavy-handed with the belt and my back had already been split from another lashing a few days earlier so the skin broke easier. I bled a lot that day and it caused some wildflowers to bloom. He kept calling me cursed and saying I was a child of the black sun so they took me to Queen Calanthe. Her healer did all sorts of tests on me,” she closed her eyes against the memories. “He told her I was too young to be a child of the black sun but then they started whispering and I couldn’t hear what they said. I know her eyes got really big and they kept looking over at me.” She hid her face against Geralt’s muscled arm as shame burned her skin. “After that, I was given to a new master and the healer sent a medication that they had to give me daily. Said it would stop the evil from growing in me. All my punishments after that were done inside and if I changed masters the queen chose who got me.”

Geralt looked over at Nenneke a moment before gently lifting Naurel’s chin so that she was looking at him. “If you had any evil in you my medallion would react to you, more than that I would feel it.”

She wanted to believe him but it didn’t make sense. “Maybe the medication hides it? The evil is still in my blood so it has to be true. You saw what it can do.”

“That is not an evil gift my child,” Nenneke shook her head. “That is a blessing from Melitele. Your blood is different but not all things that a different are bad. What’s happening with you,” she looked at Geralt then back to Naurel. “There is a legend as old as the convergence itself about beings that were sent here to protect those that protect the world from evil. They worked in unison with the first witchers boosting their strengths and mutations making them nearly unbeatable but it took its toll on their bodies. The first witchers were almost feral and only cared about the kill so they wouldn’t give their counterparts time to heal before using them again and they died out. Legend says that in a time of great need that Melitele would send them again.”

“Nephilim?” Geralt gasped. He’d heard the stories they grew up with them but he never believed. The first witchers were as brutal as the beasts they killed and wreaked havoc everywhere they went. They raped women, killed men for fun, and did whatever they wanted. Through the years they started to become tamer but even in Vesimer’s generation some of them were still brutal.” He remembered the tortures he and his fellow young witchers endured at their hands. Most of the things they did to the young boys were inhumane, to say the least, but they were mutants and no one cared what happened to them.

“It seems fate has spoken my dear witcher,” the priestess nodded. “Your specialness among the witchers, Ciri’s gifts, and now Naurel. You are all meant to be together, you’re a part of something big.”

“But if that were true then why wouldn’t I be able to do more? Why wouldn’t I be stronger?” Naurel didn’t believe it. There was no way she could be part angel. “I’m just a slave,” she insisted.

“The medication that the healer kept you on was to subdue your powers girl. Calanthe wanted it to be hidden just like she hid her own bloodline and kept Ciri in the dark. If people knew of your powers then they would begin to question things and everything she fought so long to hide would have come to light. Her family secrets would have been revealed and then she would have had to admit that she’d lied all those years. People would have come for Pavetta and if Ciri had even been born and they would have come for her too.”

Geralt hummed at her line of thinking knowing that she was probably right but what did it all mean. “We need to find out all the lore on this we can and find out how this ‘medication’ has affected Naurel long term.”

“I have a feeling that I know the answer to that,” Nenneke told him. “The blood sample Triss brought to me when Naurel first came to be with you, the blood had differences but the blood I took when she arrived here a few days ago? It is teeming with particles that are unlike any I have ever seen in other blood. The longer she goes without the medication the stronger she is going to get. I believe that the magic that we all feel on her is a binding spell as well to inhibit her from growing stronger and coming into her full powers.”

“Can you remove the magic?” Geralt asked.

“No,” Nenneke shook her head. “I have tried and I can’t but something tells me that Naurel will be able to break the magic’s hold herself when she is strong enough.” She paced in front of the bed for a moment, thinking. “There is much to learn still. As soon as Naurel is healed then you can start in my library but you know where you need to go for this sort of information. You are about the only one she will even see anymore.

Geralt nodded. They would indeed need to take a trip to see Finn. “We will go as soon as they are well enough to travel. I’m not going to leave Jaskier unprotected again either,” he looked over at his friend.

“I think some time spent at Kaer Morhen would do you all good before you go see Finn. Wait out the winter in the keep like witchers always do.”

“But is it safe to wait?” he argued.

“Safer than people seeing a witcher traveling with companions during the winter.”

He couldn’t argue that logic. It was true that most beasts hibernated in the cold so witchers used that time to heal and gather their energy until spring. It would be good to stay in one place for a while anyway. To just be able to spend some time together. “You know best my friend.”

“And it’s about time you admitted it,” she teased then left them.

Naurel was still trying to process everything that she’d heard. How was any of this even possible? Yeah, sure, she knew Geralt was special and even Ciri, but herself? Nope. No way. Not a chance. The only powerful part of her was that she’d learn to take a punch. How to survive on little to nothing and how to become invisible in a room full of people. She was lost in thought when she felt Geralt’s hand on her cheek. “Huh?”

“Are you alright?” he frowned. “I know that’s a lot to take in.”

“Are you alright?” she asked. “The girl you have feelings for is a freak whose blood can make plants grow and is some freakish offspring of an angel and a human who may or may not have great power and may or may not cause or help whatever great war is about to happen and oh, by the way, if she can’t get her shit together then you may be totally screwed because she’s supposed to be the one to help keep you safe but likely someone fucked up that bit because I mean, hello, it’s me” she gestured to herself, “and I always screw everything up and destroy everything I touch!” She was breathless when she finished because she’d said all that in one breath.

“You are not a freak.”

She sat up straighter and stared at him. “That’s all you got after all of that is that I’m not a freak?”

He chuckled and shrugged, “Destiny seemed to have gotten this one right. If you are so unsure of yourself then it’s a good thing I’m a witcher. You won’t hurt me while you are learning to deal with your powers and how to use them.”

She shook her head, “You are…” she couldn’t think of a word that would work to describe him.

“Wonderful? Amazing? Perfect?”

The smirk on his face had her fighting not to laugh. “Impossible.”

“Humm,” he leaned in and kissed her. Soft and gentle at first but soon his tongue was pressing against the seam of her petal-soft lips and he was pleasantly surprised when they parted allowing him access. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her so that she was half laying on top of him with one hand on her back and the other cupping the back of her head. Her small hand rested on his chest over his heart and he wanted nothing more than to flip her over and ravish her right there. He knew she still needed to heal before that could happen so he settled for lazily kissing and exploring what he could over her night gown.

Naurel finally pulled away from Geralt’s lips for no other reason than that she needed to breathe. Her eyes were glazed and her body tingled as she looked into his golden eyes longingly. His lips were red and kiss swollen and she knew hers must look the same and it left her feeling a bit debauched. It was a feeling she found she liked quite a bit but only because it was him that made her feel that way. She felt a rather large bulge pressed against her hip where her thigh rested between his and she pressed down ever so softly dragging across the bulge a bit. The soft gasp and almost unnoticeable buck of his hips was something she wanted to explore more. “Why witcher I think you’ve got a monster of your own there that needs to be tamed.”

“Be careful,” he smiled. “He’s been waiting to be set free for a long time now. He might not want to be put back in his confines once he’s out,” he teased her.

“He just needs lots of pets and kisses,” she smirked and pressed against him again causing his hips to buck. “And maybe a nice, warm, wet place to hide in for a bit.”

He growled low and deep as one big hand moved down to cup her ass under the sheet and he pressed their lips together in a kiss.

“I’m gonna puke,” a voice rasped from beside them.

“Jaskier?” They both sat up and moved to him. “How are you feeling?” Naurel asked as she took his hand.

“Not nearly as well as Geralt apparently,” he teased.

Geralt held a cup of water to his lips so he could wet his mouth then set it aside. “I'm so glad to see you awake,” he gripped Jaskier’s shoulder.

“Where are we?” he looked around trying to figure out exactly what had happened. “I remember seeing you and dwarves and catching a head,” he frowned.

“He rescued us and the dwarves brought us to the Temple of Nenneke,” Naurel explained. “We’ve been here nearly five days.”

“Five days?” He couldn’t believe he’d been asleep that long. “Yennefer,” he gasped trying to set up.

Geralt carefully pushed him back down. “She’s gone but harmless. Her magic has left her. She made a deal with the deathless mother but it backfired on her.”

“No, she got screwed over,” Jaskier said as he rubbed his thumb over the back of Naurel’s hand that was holding his own.

Naurel nodded, “The fire fucker who gave her the potions to open a portal told her that he was working with Voleth Meir. He was the one who wanted Ciri and knew at the very least if he had us that you would come looking. He told Yennefer that you would have Ciri with you because after her betrayal you wouldn’t trust anyone else with her. “

Geralt shook his head. “It’s a good thing he was wrong then. I trust my brothers. Eskel, Coen, and Lambert are on Ciri watch.”

“Poor witchers,” Jaskier teased and laughed, causing a coughing fit.

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[sisterofficerlucychen]

“You kept it.”

“What?” It takes her a brief second to put two and two together. She’s still a little groggy, having barely gotten any sleep though she has absolutely no complaints. Her brows furrow as she lifts her head from his bare chest to look up at him and the realization hits her the moment their eyes lock.

His thumb brushes against her smooth skin as his hand is sprawled out over her side. He’s been mindlessly tracing around it since Lucy woke up but she hadn’t quite placed where his hand was until he mentioned it. Truthfully, she doesn’t think about it as much anymore. At first, she couldn’t wait to get it removed, counting down the literal seconds until she was able to get the reminder off of her body.

Then, at four weeks, one day, and seven hours, she was given a new perspective on it. Reminded that she wasn’t a victim but rather a survivor; that it wasn’t her day of death but rather the first day of the rest of her life.

Up until this moment, she was unsure of whether he knew or not. She assumed he did since she never mentioned that she got it removed but neither of them ever really brought it up again. Now, she realizes that he may have assumed otherwise and she shifts off of him, pressing her elbow onto the bed to get a better look at him.

“I did,” she answers with a soft smile, “You reminded me that I wasn’t a victim.”

“You weren’t.”

“I know, it was just so hard to get past that. Everyone was treating me like this fragile little thing that was going to shatter. The looks they gave me, some out of pity and others like they’d seen a ghost. I remember walking into the roll call room and everyone clapping and I just—I didn’t want that attention, it was too much. And it was itchy!” she chuckles lightly at this, “Not only did a sadist etch my day of death onto my skin but it was gnawing at me like a reminder and I was literally counting down until the day it’d stop boring into me. But then you came in and gave this speech about how you saw me as a survivor and I don’t know, something clicked? It suddenly didn’t bother me anymore.”

Tim’s eyes never break from her and he stares at her in a way that she’s never been looked at before. His lips are pressed into a fine line but she can see how he’s fighting the curve against the edge of them that threatens to break into a small smile. It sends shivers down her spine, how they’re currently existing in space and time. Her free hand reaches for his, intertwining their fingers together as he gently strokes the side of her thumb.

“You were talking about the scars you have, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn’t. Your dad, Isabel, the job. I mean I didn’t know as much as I do now but I know it was a lot. You told me that you saw it as the first day of the rest of my life and I couldn’t shake that, you were right. Caleb died and I lied. You know? I told him that too. He asked me if I had any last words as he put me in the barrel and I told him that he’d be dead before I was. I knew that you were coming, I knew you’d come and save me. I didn’t know how but I knew.”

There’s a silence that fills the air as she stares at Tim. There’s a shift in his expression, there’s a mix of anger and fear that she can see crackling behind blue eyes, how his jaw has hardened and he’s taking in everything she’s just said.

“You saved yourself,” he finally answers.

“I did,” she smiles softly thinking back to how she’s heard those words before and how much of a reminder it is of her strength, “But you definitely helped. How did you know I’d left the ring?”

It’d been a gamble, there was nothing more that she could do but make the split second decision to leave something behind. It was something she learned at the Academy, one of the many lessons that Lucy hoped she’d never need to use. She hoped and prayed those that were looking for her would spot it but even then, she didn’t know because despite the fact that the ring didn’t belong in the middle of the desert, she also knew that because she wore it only off duty, it wouldn’t be a given that it belonged to her.

Except, he did, and she’d never been able to form the words to ask him about it until now.

“It reflected back, the sun was hitting it at just the perfect angle that it stood out,” he explains.

“Right,” she gives him a small nod, “But that doesn’t explain how you knew the ring was mine.”

Tim’s free hand rises to her head as he runs his fingers through her messy waves in comfort. She’s always known that the entire ordeal was hard for him too. She was his rookie, there was the guilt he felt over her going out with Caleb to begin with, the fact that he’d been the one to pull her out and breath her back to life. She just never realized what the extent of it was. She’s about to apologize and tell him that they can change the subject when he answers.

“I’d see you wearing it out of uniform sometimes.” Lucy’s expression morphs into slight confusion as her brows knit together with a small smirk. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Spacial awareness,” he teases, “I thought that the moonstone was pretty. It’s what caught my eye. Afterward, when I’d see you wear it, I kind of hoped you were wearing it to remind yourself that you were a survivor.”

Her gaze brightens as a smile curves on her lips. “It was. It is.”

It’s funny how a little piece of jewelry could hold so much meaning. Before, it had been a statement piece that she liked to wear, something to jazz up her wardrobe. Afterward, it became a symbol of her resilience and a trinket of safety. She associated it with him the moment he gave it back to her. As if it was a reminder that as long as she had it, he’d be around to help and support her. He denied it once, saying that wasn’t really part of the job description but if there’s anyone Lucy trusts with her life, it’s Tim.

“It did remind me of that but it also reminded me of you.”

“Oh?”

“I was dead, Tim.” She can’t help but notice how he stiffens at this, his hand protectively squeezing hers in reaction to her statement. “I died and you brought me back to life. You helped find me, you pulled me out of the barrel, you held me as I fell apart, and you never left my side. Having you around made me feel so safe and I’ve known since that no matter where I am and no matter what’s going on, as long as you’re nearby, I’ll be okay.”

Just like that, he relaxes and she sees how all the negative emotions that suddenly clouded them by the topic of conservation melt away. His smile reaches his eyes as he gives her a small nod in agreement. “I’m never going anywhere. Promise”

“You better not or I’ll hurt you!” she chuckles.

Tim laughs, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at her with a brow raised, “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” she nods as she shifts again, this time moving to be on top of him as she straddles him, knees pressed onto the bed as he realizes what she’s up to and catches her by the wrists, flipping her over in a swift move.

“I do love a good challenge.”

They laugh as they start to wrestle each other for a moment before Tim’s lips crash into hers and Lucy completely melts into him. Now that she knows his taste, knows his touch, it’s all she craves. She didn’t realize just how much she wanted needed him until a few hours ago when they discarded their clothes and stumbled onto her bed. A moan leaves her lips as his lips roam down her body, it’s absolute bliss and she’s unsure how she ever went about her life without Tim Bradford in it. 

#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #the rookie fic #the rookie fanfic #tim x lucy #*slams head against a wall* i didn't know how to end it and i'm literally adflkasdjf @ myself because no me gusta :-))))

[ctitan98official]

Y/N gets Cassandra pregnant part 2

I had to revisit the Cass au I did for this series. I love Cass omg. I’m just gonna do fluffy/funny/(Sorta) angsty little head canons. Let’s get into it!

Cass and Y/N are very excited to become parents, but there have been some obstacles Y/N has needed to adapt to.

About a week after finding out about the baby, Cass started to be a bit… Territorial (Feral). She is hyper vigilant and wants to keep the baby safe. It’s part of her protective nature.

Cass kind of treats her room like a… Nest? She likes to hoard soft items like pillows and blankets and only people with express permission can come in. Even Alcina has to ask first.

However, the lady of the castle is beside herself with joy at the knowledge that she will be a grandma very soon.

She often buys gifts for the baby to help Cass and Y/N prepare… When Cass lets Y/N help, that is. She wants to make sure everything is perfect for when the baby comes.

Cass’s bed is sometimes off-limits to Y/N. Especially when she gets cranky and needs a nap.

She legit snarled at Y/N when they tried to lie down next to her one afternoon. “No! This is my space. Leave my child alone!” She snaps as she hides under a mountain of blankets and curls up in a ball, trying to shield the baby from any danger.

“Hey! That’s my kid too!” Y/N pouts. They need some attention as well… They’ve gotten kind of spoiled after being Cass’s main focus for so long. Right now, they just want to snuggle with their lady, and it stings that she doesn’t seem to trust them.

Cass immediately pokes her head out of the blankets and shoots Y/N a murderous glare… They have quickly learned not to mess with her when she’s like this. Y/N’s need for cuddles is soon replaced with hurt feelings. They run out of the room, upset.

Y/N actually runs past Alcina in the hallway, who tells them to slow down. “I will not have running in my castle, Y/N.” She scolds. “Where are you off to in such a rush, anyway?” She questions.

Y/N turns to her, trying to hold back tears.

Alcina’s eyes widen as she realizes how upset Y/N is. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” She says and leans down to open her arms for a hug.

Y/N immediately flings themself into Alcina’s arms and lets her comfort them.

“Cass won’t even let me n-near her!” They sob into Alcina’s shoulder.

Alcina gently pulls Y/N’s face back to look at them. She knew Cassandra might have a hard time with being possessive over the baby.

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll try to have a talk with her later.” She promises.

Y/N sniffles and nods their head, but Alcina can tell they need a little bit of one-on-one time. “Would you like me to read to you in my study?” She offers.

Y/N’s eyes brighten immediately at the offer. “Yes!” They cheer.

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Later on, Cass feels bad about how she treated Y/N and goes searching for them. The last place she would have expected them to be was in Alcina’s study… Dozing off on her lap, no less!

“Mother!-” Cass begins, but Alcina softly shushes her so she doesn’t wake Y/N up. She pats the space next to her on the couch and Cass slowly walks over to sit down.

“How are you feeling, draga?” She starts and runs her fingers through Cass’s hair. Cass feels herself calm at her mother’s touch.

“Fine.” She lies.

Alcina smirks. “Y/N has given me quite a bit of insight as to what’s been going on between you two lately.”

Cass sighs at being found out. “I just feel so paranoid, mother. Like something bad could happen at any moment.” She looks down and cradles her tummy protectively.

Alcina smiles. “Yes, that is the hardest part of being a parent. We only want the best for our children.” She says as she continues to pet Cass’s hair.

“But remember, Cassandra. This is Y/N’s baby too. They love you and just want to help. They would never do anything to harm either of you.” Alcina gently offers.

Cass looks at Y/N and rubs their head as they sleep. She loves them so much and she knows they love her. She needed to make a better effort to show them how much they mean to her.

“Alright, mother. You’re right.” Cass concedes. “Is it okay if I take Y/N with me so that I can apologize?” She asks, slightly embarrassed of her earlier actions.

Alcina nods. “Of course, dear.” She gently shakes Y/N awake.

Y/N begins to stir and lets out a huge yawn. They rub their eyes and the first thing they see is Cass. “Babe!” They exclaim, happy to see her. Then they scratch their head and look around.

Realizing that they fell asleep on Alcina’s lap, they quickly scramble off and blush. “Hehe, sorry about that.” They say to Alcina.

Alcina just smiles, showing that she didn’t mind.

Cass drags Y/N back with her to cuddle in her room. She buries her face in Y/N’s neck, breathing in their scent. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” She starts as they sit together on her bed. “I’m just so worried something will happen to the baby, and it’s on me to protect them.” She says and meaningfully places Y/N’s hand on her belly to show them that she trusts them.

Y/N smiles and nuzzles their face into her hair. “I understand, Cass. If you ever need personal space, I’ll give you that. I love you and this little bean.” They say and rub Cass’s stomach.

Cass giggles at the cute nickname Y/N gives to the baby.

“I want you to feel comfortable. You mean everything to me.” Y/N promises.

Cass feels tears of happiness sting her eyes at how loving and kind Y/N was to her.

She sits up straighter and gently guides Y/N’s lips to hers to capture them in a kiss.

“It’s so weird, Y/N,” She muses, enjoying the feeling of Y/N stroking her tummy. “Since I’ve gotten pregnant, sometimes I just want to scoop your eyeballs out with rusty spoons and shove them down your throat, you know?” She admits and smiles, like that’s a normal fucking thing to say, as she snuggles closer to Y/N.

Meanwhile, Y/N sits there, utterly terrified, and tries not to make any sudden movements. “Uh-huh…” They agree, beginning to sweat.

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Dani and Bela are also excited to become aunts. They offer their time to help Y/N assemble baby furniture… Y/N needs any and all assistance desperately.

“So wait, does this part go into this slot??” Y/N asks Bela and Dani as they try to put the crib together.

Dani rolls her eyes, frustrated. “For the love of fuck’s sake, Y/N! Look at the picture on the box or something. I know as much as you do!” She yells out as she tries to decipher the instruction manual… That is completely written in French.

Bela is currently banging her head against the side of a dresser. “This is hopeless!” She exclaims.

“We would be better off if we didn’t have a dumbass like Y/N slowing us down!” Dani accuses.

“Hey! I’m not the one who suggested we order this overly complicated, frilly crib! The only reason we can’t figure this damn thing out is because the instructions are all in French, Bela! What were you thinking?!” Y/N defends themself.

“Well excuse me for trying to class things up around here, you idiot! I wanted my sister’s baby to have something nice!” Bela crosses her arms angrily.

The three continue to insult each other and fight as they unknowingly wake up a very sleepy and irritable Cass in the other room.

Dani whacks Y/N in the head with some railing from the crib, before the door bursts open to reveal a furious Cass, complete with adorable bedhead and cute 4-month baby bump.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” She shrieks and everybody winces.

Y/N rubs their head from where they got hit and speaks first. “We were trying to put the crib together and- Well, it’s confusing and- It’s Bela’s fault!” Y/N points to the blonde and tries to pass the buck.

Bela scoffs in disbelief at Y/N throwing her under the bus. “It is not! I-”.

“Quiet!” Cass yells and marches over to take the manual from Dani. Everyone is dead silent as she reads, not wanting to agitate her anymore.

Cass finishes reading and immediately starts putting a few crib pieces together herself.

Dani, Bela, and Y/N all shoot each other startled glances at how Cass is somehow able to understand the instructions.

“All of the parts have letters that match up on the end. That’s how they connect.” Cass informs them, much calmer now. “You should all be able to figure it out now.” She says before going over to Y/N, giving them a kiss, and walking out of the room.

This was pretty much everyone’s reaction:

Y/N: …

Bela: …

Dani: …

Y/N: … Does Cass speak French? Because that’s really sexy, not gonna lie. Imagine her in a hot french maid costume-

Dani: *Smacks Y/N again with the crib railing*

Note: How many dum-dum idiots does it take to put a crib together? Anyway, had to write some soft (but protective) Cass. I hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought!

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[futureslaps]

The Captive - Chapter 27

Chapter 26     Chapter 28

Not too much in this chapter, but still some angst!

Enjoy💙

“Norm? This is Jake. Do you copy?”

Jake held his breath as he stared down at the radio in his hand. It was late in the night, but he had to get Norm and Max to them as soon as possible. Spider needed human medicine if he was going to heal properly.

After a few seconds, he pressed the talk button on the radio again.

“Norm? Come in. Are you there?”

This time, after a few seconds, a voice crackled from the other end.

“Jake? Is that you? What’s going on? Did something happen with Neteyam?”

“Norm. It’s Spider…”

Jake’s worlds failed him for a moment. He felt so guilty with what had happened. And now, he had to tell Norm everything. The thought somehow made everything feel more real, more…

“Jake? What happened? Is Spider okay?”

The voice shook Jake out of his thoughts.

“Spider…he…he got shot.” Jake finally got the words out, his ears drooping despite knowing the human on the other end couldn’t see him.

“What?! Where’d the bullet hit him? What’s his condition?” The panic was evident in Norm’s voice, even over the radio’s poor quality. Jake grimaced.

“He’s…stable for now…but he needs treatment. Human treatment. He got hit in the right shoulder really bad.”

Jake paused for a moment before adding a key detail.

“And it wasn’t a bullet…it was an arrow.”

A loaded silence passed after the revelation. Thankfully, when Norm spoke again, he didn’t press Jake on it.

“What got hit? Any arteries?”

“The Tsahik says no…” Jake explained. “But it went through his shoulder, bone and all. He needs medicine, he needs blood, probably some surgery, and…”

He didn’t want to bring up the possibility of what else might be needed.

“Just bring everything you can think of, okay?”

“Copy that. You said it was the right shoulder, correct?”

“Right shoulder, arrowhead right through the joint. Entry and exit.” Jake confirmed the details almost robotically.

“Alright, Jake. We’ll be airborne as soon as we can. See you soon.”

When the radio went quiet again, Jake let out a long sigh. He knew Norm and Max were glad to help, but it still felt painful having to bring them in again. Less than two weeks ago, he’d made an eerily similar call for Neteyam. Yet another child he was supposed to protect.

All he could do now was try to mend his mistakes.

After taking a moment to calm himself, Jake started making his way back to the infirmary. It was a quiet, peaceful night, aside from the faintly audible commotion from his destination. It almost felt inappropriate, given what had just happened.

As he walked through the night, he caught sight of Kiri. She was in Spider’s usual sleeping spot, slumped over and peacefully sleeping, clutching a blanket.

She’d nodded off waiting for Spider, and apparently her distance from the beach meant she hadn’t woken from the fight.

Jake stood still, watching for a moment. Should he wake her? She’d take the news hard…

He decided against it. She’d be better off with a full night of sleep.

He took another glance, before continuing his walk to the infirmary, taking deep breathes to steel himself.

Finally, he reached the large Marui and stepped inside.

Ronal was knelt over Spider’s pale figure, carefully inspecting the affected area, the same as she’d been when Jake had left. He slowly, almost hesitantly walked up next to the Tsahik.

“I called my sky-person friends. They’re on the way with medicine for him.” He explained quickly. Ronal hummed in acknowledgment, but remained fixated on Spider, gently feeling his right shoulder, making sure to avoid the bandaged areas. The way the bones were moving…

Jake felt slightly sick.

“How…is he?”

Ronal kept feeling the bones for a moment, then finally leaned back slightly, her expression unreadable.

“The impact has shattered his shoulder.”

“How bad is it?”

For the first time since she’d started treating Spider, Ronal let an emotion besides pure focus creep onto her face.

“For a Na’vi, perhaps there would be a way. But he is a sky-person. His arms are small, and…fragile.”

She hesitated for a moment.

“I…cannot save the arm. The damage is too great.”

Jake felt his heart drop all over again.

No.

That couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t…

He turned back to Ronal.

“There has to be some way.”

The Tsahik looked back at him, her eyes filled with regret.

“I am sorry, Toruk Makto. It…would be best if we amputated before…”

“No!” Jake blurt out. He wouldn’t accept this.

“Norm and Max…they’ll find a way!” He was trying to convince himself as much as Ronal. “They can figure something out. They’ll know what to do…”

Ronal looked down, clearly conflicted.

“The more we wait, the risks will grow…”

“Just…give it a chance. Please.” Jake pleaded.

In truth, he had no idea if the scientists could do what Ronal couldn’t, but the thought of amputating Spider’s arm, and having to tell him when he woke…

“Let them see him at least. Maybe they could figure something out. If not…then…we’ll do what has to be done.”

Ronal pursed her lips. She looked down for a moment, then nodded.

“You have much faith in your sky-person friends.”

“If anyone could figure this out, Norm could.” Jake spoke quietly.

Ronal considered the possibility.

“I do not understand the sky-people’s medicines. But I hope you are right, for the child’s sake.”

Jake nodded back. Slowly, he made his way to Spider’s side.

The boy was still completely unconscious, his breathing slowed. But he was pale, and the various bandages, ointments, and splint on his arm and shoulder spoke for themselves.

Jake gingerly placed a hand on his chest, feeling the human’s heart beating. He looked up to Neteyam, also unconscious a few yards away.

Two people Jake was supposed to protect.

The avatar closed his eyes. He thought a silent prayer.

Forgive me, Eywa. I have failed…twice to protect those I should. Please, do not make either of them pay the price I owe.

Jake thought for a moment.

I know I can be better. Help me see. Help me help them.

He took in a shaky breath.

Help me help my family. I don’t know what to do.

It hurt to admit, even to himself, but he didn’t. He didn’t know how he’d ever explain what just happened to Lo’ak, to Tuk, especially to Kiri. He didn’t know what he’d tell Spider when he woke up.

And everything with Quaritch…

And Neytiri…

It was all so much to process. So much to deal with. Jake was surprised his head didn’t just explode right there…

As he kept his hand on Spider, he heard movement by the entrance.

“Toruk Makto.”

Jake opened his eyes, turning to face a Metkayina warrior.

“What is it?”

“The Olo’eyktan wishes to speak with you. We are with the Demon.”

Jake nodded.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

He turned and gave Spider and Neteyam one more look as he braced himself.

Eywa, help me.

He took a deep breath, then walked back out of the infirmary, slower than before. Exhaustion was starting to get to him. Only a few steps away, on a patch of sand, knelt Quaritch.

When they had moved Spider off the beach, the Colonel had still been behaving strangely, insisting that he should come with. Jake had balked at the idea, but, strangely, Ronal accepted. She wasn’t naïve, though, and a strong escort of warriors had ensured that Quaritch couldn’t try anything. The same escort now surrounded him, with a spearpoint levied at the Recom from eight different directions. Several other warriors were alert nearby, as if Quaritch could somehow still break free from his current situation.

Tonowari stood among the warriors, taller than all of them. He greeted Jake as he approached.

“Toruk Makto, I see you.”

“I see you, Olo’eyktan.” Jake responded back, almost sighing the words in a mix of exhaustion and stress.

“Before anything, I would like to offer my sincerest apology.” Tonowari began. “However the Demon escaped; it should not have been possible. The  guards that were on-duty have been reprimanded, but I shall take ultimate responsibility.”

Jake thought about how to reply. He didn’t know how Quaritch had escaped. He’d been too…in the moment to think up possibilities. For now, he settled on nodding in acknowledgment.

Now, it was time for the big question.

“What do we do with him?” Jake asked, gesturing to the defeated Colonel.

“You have captured him twice now. Under my watch, he escaped. I have no right to say. The choice is yours, Toruk Makto.”

Jake paused.

The choice.

What choices did he have?

Jake took a few steps closer to Quaritch and knelt down to look at the man’s face. The Recom was a wreck. He’d already come out of the prison looking unkempt and haggard. Now, his blue skin was a tapestry of light and deep cuts, bruises, bloodstains, dirt, and sand. Dried blood was pooled under his nose, and around a quite deep cut in his lip. One eye was practically swollen shut, compliments of a hit from the butt of a Metkayina spear.

More than one of the warriors had tried to goad the Colonel into attacking during their march to the infirmary, but the man had been unresponsive to the attempts. Walking at an even pace as various insults, then attacks, were thrown at him. A look of quiet contempt, the same one he was wearing now, had been his only reaction. He had remained silent since they’d left the beach.

His one good eye stared back at Jake, the look in it unreadable. Maybe from the various wounds.

“What do I do with you…?” Jake repeated the question out loud in English.

He could end this all right now. By escaping, and attacking Jake, Quaritch had effectively renounced his protection under the laws of Eywa. Jake had the full right to execute the Colonel on the spot. He squeezed his knife in it’s sheath…

A day ago, Jake would have jumped at the opportunity. He’d practically dreamed of a moment like this.

So why was he hesitating now?

The events of the night replayed in his mind.

Finding Spider with the Colonel.

The way the kid had talked about Quaritch after Jake had saved him.

The fact that Quaritch had come after Spider, trying to convince Jake to hand the boy over.

The way Quaritch had behaved after Spider had been shot.

Jake could remember it clearly. The worry, the care, it had seemed genuine, despite the man it was apparently coming from. It almost seemed like an illusion. But it had happened.

Jake looked a little closer at Quaritch, trying to see if there was something else beneath the expression of hatred. But, aside from the typical signs of exhaustion, there was nothing. Whatever had overcome the Colonel had apparently subsided. But Jake couldn’t forget.

Who was Spider to Quaritch, really?

Who was Quaritch to Spider?

Jake frowned.

Somehow, in some way, it didn’t feel right to kill the Recom right now. Not while these questions lingered. Not while Jake was still trying to process the events of the night. Not while…something. There was something else Jake couldn’t quite name, but it was there.

Whatever the case, Jake had made up his mind. Whether he was making the right choice, time would tell.

“He will not die tonight.” He finally announced to Tonowari and the gathered warriors. “The Demon will still have his trial.”

Tonowari nodded sternly.

“You are strong to be able show such mercy, even to a being like him. Your wish will be respected. No further harm will come to him until the trial.”

“Where should he…go?” Jake asked. He presumed the previous arrangement was a no-go. Tonowari had the same sense.

“He will not escape again. In the five days until his trial, he will be kept tied in a Marui in the center of the village, in the open, under constant guard, and, under all our watchful gazes.”

Jake nodded.

Tonowari nodded to the warriors, and they quickly moved to relocate the Colonel, standing him up and prodding him forward. Yet again, he offered no resistance, but Jake didn’t miss the quick glance he gave the infirmary before he was marched off.

There had been something more in that gaze.

As Jake watched the group depart, he heard Tonowari approach him.

“Toruk Makto, I had hoped to speak with you alone. Now is a good time, if you are willing.”

“What is it?”

Tonowari looked away for a moment, before explaining.

“I spoke with the warriors about the events on the beach. I trust you are aware of the arrow that struck the boy Spider.”

Jake nodded, closing his eyes. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“And you are aware of who shot it?”

Jake nodded again, unable to meet Tonowari’s gaze.

“You understand the implications? You told me this child was in your family’s care.”

Jake sighed.

“I’ll…I’ll handle this.” He finally managed to muster a reply.

“See that you do. Otherwise I will have to...step in.” Tonowari spoke sternly, before softening his tone. “If you need help during this…troubling time, do not hesitate to ask.”

“I’ll take care of it but thank you.” Jake left out that he did need help, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Tonowari he felt like he was running blind with his own family. He couldn’t bring himself to unload all his family’s…baggage on the man.

Tonowari gave him a nod back, and left. However, he turned back around after a few steps.

“If you do not mind me asking…what is the Demon’s relation to Spider? My mate told me he claimed the child as his son and was…soft with him.”

Jake pursed his lips, almost smirking slightly.

“It’s…complicated. I’m asking myself the same question.”

Tonowari looked at Jake curiously, but said nothing more, finally leaving.

Jake sighed as he sat on the woven bridge, finally alone. He turned to face the ocean, watching with bleary eyes as the horizon slowly began to brighten with Alpha Centauri’s rise. He was utterly exhausted by the last few hours. Broken, even. But the brightening sky was a reminder that this hard day had only just begun.

Poor Kiri doesn’t even know yet...

Hope you liked the chapter! Like I said, there isn’t too much going on in this one, mostly just setting up what’s coming next. Hope I sill managed to deliver on angst though (with some small bits of hope sprinkled in...)

As always, TYSM for reading 💙 

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The Red Strokes

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: angst, romance, fluff

Word Count: 4611

Summary: Wires are crossed and assumptions are made, can the reader and Jay resolve what has been left unsaid?

A/N: I'm finally posting again, hooray! This is part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo! I'm using this fic to fill the "Fight That Ends In A Kiss" square!

-

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green

But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Oh, the red strokes

Passions uncaged

Thundering moments of tenderness rage

Oh, the red strokes

Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)

Burning the night like the dawn

-

The Red Strokes by Garth Brooks

-

You sit in the passenger seat of Kevin’s car on the way back to the 21st, your mind is a whir of clouded thoughts that morph from one thing to the next until you ultimately settle back on that one thing that sticks into you like the mother of all thorns.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kevin approaches gently, he and Kim had debated about it that very morning whether he should say anything at all, but given how you and Jay were bickering at the scene today, he felt it necessary to at least try and help somehow.

“Yeah, Kev?” You ask almost robotically, still transfixed to the outside world blurring at the same speed as those thoughts in your mind, your chest ached something fierce.

“You can tell me to mind my business, and I want you to know I appreciate you and respect you, but…” Kevin pauses, clicking his teeth as he hesitates to finish.

You owed Kevin this much, he was your partner now and it was important to not shut out the one person you so intrinsically relied on from day to day. The irony of that code of conduct was not lost on you, given how you and Jay treated each other at the moment. “It’s okay, Kev, you can ask whatever’s on your mind.” You sigh, smiling sadly, waiting for the words you knew might come next.

Kevin takes a breath, calculating his words carefully, “I get not challenging Voight on the change of partner, he’s got his rules and his own decisions to make. I just don’t get what’s happening to you and Halstead, right now. This isn’t you, and it sure ain’t him, you two seem to be arguing over sharing the air that you breathe”

There’s a beat of silence, and you swallow. You can tell Kevin seems to be worried he’s overstepped, but you hold out a hand with a small shake of your head. 

“You’re not wrong, Kev.” You say quietly as if uttering the words would destroy the wall you'd built to keep thoughts of Jay out.

“Did you ever ask him what was on his mind?” Your partner’s tone is soft, it’s not laced with accusation, only a simple reminder of things you had ignored in cowardice and fear. 

“I-... He never asked me either, Kev. He didn’t even fight it, he welcomed it, couldn’t wait to call her ‘partner’, and show her the great land of the 21st District like he was some royal prince who had found better blood to share the kingdom with.” 

The lack of an answer from Kevin only makes your words feel as petulant as they had sounded and felt coming out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Kevin. I know, you’re right. I didn’t ask him, and he didn’t ask me. We let it go, we let each other go and now I don’t how to change that. I get so angry when I see them together. She’s an amazing detective and she’s been nothing but good to me, and yet…I can't seem to shake it. What if they’re good together, and not just at work? I’m not making a fool of myself like that, man.”

Kevin hums in thought, “I can’t prove 100% there ain’t nothing going on, Y/N. But I’ve known Jay for a while now, just like you have, and I think he’s trying real hard to not push it with you. He’s not letting go, I think he’s trying to hold on to whatever’s left and let you do what you need to do. And you can slap me for saying it, but it can’t keep on like this, Y/N, or you’re gonna lose all of it.”

The words linger in the car, and your eyes sting with the beginnings of unshed tears. Atwater wasn’t wrong on anything. You had been so busy focusing on what Jay was or wasn’t doing, that you hadn’t done anything to help this situation either.

You needed to fix it, and fast.

-

[Flashback Dream] 

When Hailey Upton gets assigned to Intelligence it’s immediately easy to see why she had been handpicked by Voight. Her quick thinking, unrelenting energy and knack for being unphased by what others thought of her made for good police work. Hank had clearly thought so too, given that at the end of that first week he decided she should join Jay as the only other detective in the unit and be his partner. Instead of you.

Voight tells you and Jay in his office one morning, and more hurtful than the news itself is Jay’s lack of reaction. In fact, he seems all too happy to nod and say, “Of course, Sarge, she’ll fit right in.” This leaves you with no choice but to nod and say “Of course, Sarge.” too, even if you actually wanted to say “What the fuck, Hank?” and “What the fuck, Jay?”

Throughout the day you wait for Jay to tug you aside in the break room, or in a corridor, or strike up a conversation in the basement as you gear up for a scene, but he never does. He never tells you that he hates the decision, he never tells you that he would miss you, that he wants you. 

Of course, you could have chosen to tell him first, but that felt like an unthinkable option. The vulnerability of such a situation didn’t seem possible, so when Jay’s first move still doesn’t come you tell yourself to keep your mouth shut.

She’s better than you, that’s what you decide. Your first instinct is to turn your frustration and hurt inward, you make yourself respect Voight’s decision and tell yourself that it’s what you deserve. To lose Jay is your own doing, you weren’t good enough to be Detective Halstead’s partner, whether that be personal or professional.

“It’s good to have you on board, Upton. Welcome to Intelligence.” Jay was as ever the professional, shaking Hailey’s hand as he spoke. You watched from behind your computer as he smiled at her. There was some sort of recognition or connection there as if they’d met before.

You were about to return to work, choosing to force yourself to get over the juvenile feelings of jealousy and resentment, focusing on the notes in front of you. However, from across the way, you hear those fateful words that send you right back into a spin.

“Come on, partner, let me show you the locker room.” The words flow with ease as he gestures for Hailey to go first, not even glancing at you as he walks away.

Hank seems to sense your gaze, focusing on you for a moment with eyes that are knowing, that feel somehow judging and reproachful, they seem to say “This is exactly why he’s got a new partner.” without saying anything at all. 

The air leaves you a little and the sting of embarrassment knocks you for six. You were an idiot for thinking Jay really liked being your partner, and you were a bigger idiot for thinking that there was something between you and him that would somehow survive Hank’s law of no relationships. Ironic considering you and Jay seemed to be the furthest away from a relationship than you’d ever been.

You swallow the last bitter and cold drops of your coffee, losing yourself in the brightness of your screen and the dancing profiles in front of you.

Heartbreak was not on your agenda for today, no matter how much your chest hurt.

[End of Flashback Dream]

You wake up from the memories with a sharp intake of breath, the hurt in your chest proves to be in the waking world as your anxiety thuds out a wild rhythm with your heart. You're unable to stop replaying the day it had all started to turn sour.

-

Things felt particularly scary this morning, after your talk with Kevin in the car, you had decided to extend the olive branch to Jay. You felt a good portion of the responsibility for the current predicament, in the moments of clarity and hindsight you could see Jay was simply following orders and respecting the decision that had been made.

It was you that had let the jealousy consume you, it was you that had turned every action into a slight on you. 

You could have just asked Jay what he thought or felt, then you would have had an answer to react to. Instead, you had let him think the worst, and he had let you run rampant with your indignation.

Today was going to be different, you were going to make sure of it.

-

Walking up the stairs to the bullpen you had coffees and pastries for everyone, spotting that you were on time but still the last to appear. 

You give everyone a smile as you set down the goods, responding to the “Good morning”s and the “Hey”s you received. 

You meet Jay and Hailey’s eyes, offering them the same genuine greeting, complimenting Hailey on her hoodie which really did look cosy. 

You could at least commend yourself on the fact that you had never taken any of this out on her, in fact, you both got on really well. She had only the misfortune of walking into whatever was going on between you and her new partner.

“Jay, can I borrow you for a moment?” You ask as disarmingly as you can, finally striking up the courage to really look at him for more than a few seconds, mustering a smile that wasn’t so totally laced with fear or sadness.

Jay swallows, nodding, “Uh yeah, of course, Y/N. Let me just-”

It’s your miserable luck as Voight comes out of his office holding files with a look of immediacy on his face.

“We’ve got a case, and the wheels are already rolling on this one, robbery-homicide wants our help. It’s going to be undercover, got us some rich white folks getting ripped and killed in the process. Jay and Hailey will do the UC.”

All of your personal thoughts are swept by the tide of work from the minute Hank slaps the first few victim profiles on the whiteboard, along with suspects and locations.

-

The case is in full swing for most of the week, you make sure to be a partner Kevin likes having and one that he deserves. He had always been good to you ever since you were put in the unit, but especially now he had been there for you and that wasn’t something you let yourself forget. He could have easily chewed you out a few times here and there but he hadn’t, only extending you patience and understanding instead.

The real speedbump test of your sanity comes when Jay is finally put undercover with Hailey on the third day of the investigation. They were supposed to pose as a couple trying to rent a highly-priced apartment. They would meet with the realtor who was in cahoots with the suspected gang and would scope out potential locations for a robbery. 

The idea was that new residents were naive enough to share secure and private information with their realtor, exchanging details about their routines and their valuables that they wouldn’t otherwise share. That information would then be passed on, and the new residents would become the next targets on the hit list.

Of course, being a couple meant Jay and Hailey were going to be doing and saying couple-y things, and that had been particularly daunting for you after weeks of concealed pining and missing your partner's proximity.

You listened on the wire with Adam and Kim in the van with you, on the monitor you could see Jay and Hailey holding hands around the tour of the apartment, discussing excitedly where they were going to put valuable pieces of art, sculptures and historical artefacts in the office space. 

They would exchange doting looks and the occasional kiss, each gesture only serving to drive pressure into your forehead between your eyes. It was surely giving you a migraine.

Still, you stayed the course, you supported your team when they needed it, and you did everything you needed to put the job first. The rest of the day was spent trailing the realtor around and following their digital footprint until eventually, you realise you had caught them on a greedy day.

Jay and Hailey’s appointment with the realtor had been an information-gathering exercise, that rip wouldn’t happen for the next few days, you had expected the investigation to carry on until the week’s end, but it turned out that the gang were in a daring mood. 

Keen to try a previously planned rip on a different home that same afternoon, the gang’s activity had Intelligence moving fast to the next location. 

You held onto Kevin’s shoulder as you followed him down the corridor on the ground floor of a three-floor mansion that had just been renovated. The air still smelled of paint and plaster as you shuffled in the now-darkening rooms toward the back of the property where the gang’s commotion could be heard.

Your team moved in unison and unspoken communication as you, Kevin, Adam and Kim flanked either side of the property.

Jay, Hailey and Hank had moved to the back of the property, and each small team had officers from robbery-homicide with them.

It’s over almost as quickly as it starts, the open plan nature of the property and the countless windows and doors made it easy to see inside and attack from the most ideal points.

The masked figures guarding the family drop like flies as officers pick them off one-by-one. You and Kim move fast toward the twin girls in the family, untying their bonds whilst Kevin and Adam get the parents. 

Behind you is the commotion of Hank, Jay and Hailey’s team taking care of the other gang members who appear from upstairs on the property. 

You clutch the child in your care to you, shielding them from any wayward bullets or unseen assailants until a chorus of “Clears” is yelled out by each of the leading officers.

The smell of gunsmoke is strong, you and Kim wrap the girls in your jackets until ambos can arrive to check them out, carefully leading them to their parents who sob in relief when they see their children are okay.

You turn to Kim to check she’s all good, then you scan the room to catch the eyes of the rest of your team, glad to see that everyone was fine. 

The eyes that you catch last are the green ones that make your body hot and cold, your heart constricts as it remembers the deed it’s yet to do. 

Then, Hailey is in view and she’s slinging an arm over Jay’s shoulder, clearly and rightly satisfied with the results of the bust. 

The eye contact between you and Jay is broken as soon as it’s even made, you watch as Jay wraps his arm around her waist, laughing at something she says.

You don’t waste any more time on the feelings that were fighting their way back to the forefront of your mind. Instead, you turn back to the others to discuss the cleanup and the procedure that follows a bust.

Unaware that those green eyes had returned to watching you as you head out to direct forensics inside.

-

It’s late in the evening when you finally have a cocktail in hand, sat next to Kim as the bustle of the bar surrounds you and your team.

Everyone from Intelligence, except for Hank, was letting the pressure of the week’s work decompress with a few rounds at Molly’s. So it wasn’t even like you were the third wheel with Jay and Hailey. Yet somehow after that moment between them back at the scene, your sour mood had returned with full force.

Once you’d changed back into civilian clothes at the District, you were back to driving yourself crazy with your own petty thoughts, wishing like hell you could just let it all go. 

You had yet to even see the evidence of a relationship between them that wasn’t professional, friendly or strictly undercover related. Beyond a good rapport, sincere eye contact and the occasional hug or playful punch, there was literally nothing else to report. All things of those things you and Jay had shared at one time or another, but those small things, rightly or wrongly, had become something big to you. 

You found it hard to keep that forced laughter going, found it hard to even look at Jay for longer than a few seconds. You’d caught the way his face dropped each time you made eye contact, the way he’d take a long swig of his beer to swallow down whatever was on his mind. His apparent indifference was maddening.

Everything Hailey and Jay said or did somehow affronted you, and the more you tried to get a handle on your emotions the worse it somehow felt. Kim had sensed your distracted and irritated mood, doing her resolute best to turn your attention to her, Kevin and Adam - it had little effect.

“Hey, do you need an escape route?” Kim whispered, a gentle hand on the small of your back.

This would have been the moment to call it quits and head home for some much-needed sleep; but your nerves were frayed beyond the point of salvation, frozen in your seat and doomed to stew in your own jealousy, confusion and anger. 

Shaking your head at Kim with a weak smile, holding onto the tattered shreds of appearing sociable and engaged, you take another sip of your cocktail. You focus on the tangy burn of the alcohol as you hear Hailey laugh at something Jay had said.

Adam gives Kim a look, and she worries her lip between her teeth. She couldn’t see how this would end well either, but you were nothing if not stubborn.

When it came down to it, this was all about your shaken confidence and your lack of ability to make the first move. You had tried so hard to protect yourself from your feelings towards Jay that now you were staring at a possible reality that you’d driven him away altogether. 

You knew deep down that Jay had never pulled away, he was only keeping a respectful distance to honour the steps away from him you had taken - Kevin had been totally right about that, you were sure. You had wanted Jay to try harder, which wasn’t fair, and you hated yourself for it.

“-and that’s when Y/N said…well, Y/N, you tell them, you can do the story justice.” 

Several seconds pass when your brain offers the information that someone had been talking to you. That someone is Adam. You snap your head up from your staring at the watermarks on the table, seeing that your friends were waiting for your input with expectant, somewhat waning happy faces.

“Uh, ha, yeah. So-... actually guys, I’m sorry, I need some fresh air. Be right back, you all get a round on me.” You stand, feeling the alcohol in your legs, still mostly sober but weighed down by everything else.

You’re haphazardly fishing cash out from your pocket, passing it to Kim with a nod as you wander hurriedly towards the front door of Molly’s, the panic and upset bubbling to the surface. You don’t look back at the confused expressions or the worried murmurs between the group and some of the other patrons who knew you.

-

As soon as you’re outside you feel the embarrassment wash over you like pins and needles, the pit in your stomach feels like it could devour you from the inside out. You’re feeling childish, you’re feeling wronged, you’re feeling stupid, and you’re feeling the fire in so many directions you’re not sure where it’s going to land first.

Unfortunately for Jay, he chooses that exact moment of your conflict to try and catch up with you outside.

“Y/N? What’s going on, come on, talk to me we can’t keep doing this-” 

You know it isn’t his fault and not even close to the accuracy of the situation, but your mouth doesn’t get the memo and the venom passes your lips before you can stop it.

“Talk to you, Jay? Don’t even say that to me! You don’t look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge me for weeks, and now I’m supposed to talk to you? Did you suddenly get bored of playing house with Hailey? Am I going to be the next best option, huh? I don’t think so! I’m not stupid and I’m not something you can pick and choose when the mood takes you. So just go back inside and leave me be!”

The words linger in the cold air between you and Jay. You watch his eyes harden, and his jaw becomes terse in that you’ve seen many times before. In an instant you know you’ve struck a nerve, and Jay doesn’t seem to be feeling in the mood for coddling you and your sensitivities. 

As if to confirm your thoughts he scoffs, looking away for a moment before turning back to you, fire in those green eyes that makes your heart thud nervously for what was about to be dished back to you. He steps forward, pointing an accusing finger that might as well have been a knife stuck into you.

“You’ve got guts, you know that? I didn’t split us up, Y/N, that wasn’t our fault but you let it be mine! I tried hard to be patient, to be understanding, I didn’t want to be someone else’s partner either. But you know what? This isn’t fucking high school, we’re adults, and you let it become something bigger than it had to be. I wasn’t the one who pulled away, Y/N, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand here and be told that I don’t give a fuck about you when it couldn’t be further from the truth!” 

You stand in silence, nostrils flaring as you flounder for a fight, flight or forgive response. 

Lips pressed together, looking away as you kick at the loose stones on the sidewalk. “Well, that’s great to know, great to know that I could have been something to you this whole time, and now it’s tough shit because somebody else beat me to it.”

Jay scrubs a hand over his face, moving in one stride to tilt your chin and make you look at him, the hurt still laced with anger in his tone. “I never said I was with Hailey, and that’s because I’ve never been with Hailey! What do you want me to do, Y/N? What’s it gonna take to make you see? Why the hell do you think Voight split us in the first place, or did you forget how he treats partners who get too close? Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t fight him on it because it was the truth?”

He studies you and you study back, both of you are panting from the yelling and the adrenaline surging between you. You could see that he really was upset about everything you’d put him through, and you could feel the frustration with yourself bubbling over, you had put him through hell and for what? Your wounded pride had shown itself to be quite the problem.

When you don’t speak, Jay’s nostrils flare in dismay, shaking his head, “Say something, Y/N, I can’t-”

You’re done with talking, you’re done with dancing around it all, simply grasping Jay tightly by the collar of his jacket as you tug him those last few inches until your lips are pressed desperately to his, feeling him moan with what can only be described as a growl in his throat as he kisses back, hands gripping your waist roughly as he puts all of his energy into you.

The air outside is biting, but the heat of Jay so close to you is enough to make you forget. Your clutching fingers eventually relax to rest on his shoulders and neck, pulling back to look at him with wild and worried eyes.

You wait for the anger to remain, or for him to declare it “Too little too late”, but he doesn’t. Giving you the courage to speak as you see a smile start to grace his lips, “I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so sorry for everything.” 

Your thumb strokes the nape of his neck as you wait for a reaction, Jay’s hands are holding you securely, virtually pressed chest to chest in the middle of the sidewalk with the world still spinning around you. Illuminated by the streetlights and the glow of Molly’s as he studies your face.

He leans in, kissing you softer now, peppered kisses to your jaw and to your cheeks, “I appreciate you’re sorry, and I’m sorry too…but, Y/N, I don’t need you to be sorry anymore-” 

There’s a slight pause that makes your heart drop, maybe he was going to reject your apology and tell you that it wasn’t going to work. What if-

Jay’s quick to fill the pause and stop your anxiety dead in its tracks. “-I just need you to be mine, if that’s what you still want too.”

Your breath is caught, and your legs are jelly with the nerves and realisation that this was actually finally happening.

The sound of a door behind you is followed by Kim’s voice, “Are you guys good?” She tests, noticing quite smugly that you’re clutching at each other. 

“We’re good, Kim. Go away now, love you.” You holler, still looking at Jay in awe.

You hear Kim’s laugh and the sound of the door opening again, “Going away, love you too!” Hearing the door clunk shut as if it put you back in the safe bubble with Jay again.

“So?” Jay asks softly, waiting with bated breath. 

You swallow, nodding eagerly and unashamed of that eagerness. “I want to be yours, please. If that’s what you still want.” 

Jay chuckles, “It is, it really is.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, letting you fold into his embrace as you hold him tight, nestling your cheek against his chest. 

“Mhm, this is nice.” You remark, shivering in Jay’s arms. Jay snorts, “It is, but how about we do it in the warmth of my apartment? Or yours?” 

You hum in thought, “Yours sounds good, you still owe me a drink and takeout from our missed hangout last week.”

Jay’s eyebrows go up in a silent point being made, the reason you hadn’t met up was that you were busy sulking.

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s my fault… But I'm still sad we missed it, your couch is bigger than mine. Takeout’s on me this time, might be some dessert in it for you.” You tease, letting that innuendo sit.

Jay nods with a grin, “Sounds like a good deal. Come on, let’s go home.” 

You reach for one of Jay’s hands, another silent squeeze of apology.

He holds your hand tight as you both cross the road to get to his truck, you had hitched a ride with Kevin and didn't have your car anyway.

You make a mental note to text the others later to apologise for bailing early and taking Jay with you. 

You were sure they wouldn’t mind, instead being thankful that the war was over between you, in favour of you both being annoyingly in love and mercifully quiet instead.

Fin. 

A/N: Whew, I hope the ending wasn't too lame! Here's to hopefully writing more stories to see the year out!

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