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&.⠀⠀SAIGON⠀⋆⠀JOE BURROW.

pairing⠀⁎⠀joe burrow x doctor!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀10.4k.

summary⠀⁎⠀in small doses, stubbornness is attractive. it's the reason why they're both where they are: successful. but in large doses, stubbornness tangles all their wires, leaving them both turning away.

author's note⠀⁎⠀surprise, shawty!! wrote an actual summary, everybody cheer! was really trying for the angst, but dragging it out didn't feel like them. considering what i usually pull with angst, consider it a blessing lol. warnings⠀⁎⠀3rd person [she/her], angst, language, class differences (kinda sorta), argument about finances, a tiny bit of therapyspeak.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist⠀⁎⠀series masterlist.

Every inch of Joe's body ached. His head pounded against his skull, amplifying every sound that shuffled past his ears. The dull throbbing of his knee drew a pained hiss from his lips as he descended down the hallway of Allegiant Stadium, out to the team bus waiting to take them to the airport. His teammates dragged their feet, shoulders heavy with the weight of their loss. Joe's eyes searched the floor, avoiding the glaring lights above. The quiet whispers of disappointment grew as they boarded the bus, each player retreating into their own cocoon of defeat.

He collapsed into a seat near the back of the bus, sighing heavily as he pulled out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying messages from his father, one from his agent, and a few from his friends, all trying to offer comfort in their own ways. But one stuck out from all the rest. It was relatively simple as if she could sense the frustration and shortness in his voice from thousands of miles away.

Sorry about the game. Talk to me when you're ready.

His thumb swiped through his phone, hovering over the digital keyboard as he attempted to gather his thoughts. What was he supposed to say to her? That he'd let everyone down? That he'd played the worst game of his life? He couldn't. Instead, he dialed her number, his heart racing as the call connected.

"Hey," her voice came through at the end of the third ring. Almost instantly, his heartbeat slowed, gently washing over him as if he had breathed in the scent of her. Soft, soothing understanding flooding his ears and pulling a sigh from his chest.

"Sorry you had to watch that," Joe murmured, his eyes closing as his head leaned back against the headrest. "Played like shit."

"You're only human, everybody has off days," she replied. "On the bright side, it was nice to get some eye candy after work. You looked pretty good out there, despite the misery."

Her attempt at humor didn't lift the fog of Joe's mood entirely, but he managed a weak scoff, appreciating her effort. "Glad I could be useful for something," he muttered, casting a glance out the window as the bus pulled away from the stadium. The neon lights of Vegas, though miles away, taunted him with their brilliance, an unsettling contrast to the bitterness that had settled into the pit of his stomach.

"What's the mood like?" she asked, there was a shuffling in the background of the call. No doubt the sheets of her bed whispering against her skin as she turned, probably shifting to get more comfortable. The thought made Joe's chest tighten, a deep ache settling in his chest as he realized how much he missed her.

"It's like a fucking funeral," he grumbled. "You'd think we'd lost the Super Bowl. Feels like we did lose the Super Bowl." He laughed bitterly, the absence of a smile communicated over the line even though she couldn't see him.

"Baby," she sighed, her voice thick with sympathy. "You guys'll bounce back. You always do."

Joe nodded despite her not being able to see him. "Yeah, you're right." He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the bus. "But I just... I just really need to see you right now." He sank deeper into his seat, his hand rubbing the back of his neck which also ached and throbbed from the hits he had taken during the game.

She paused for a moment. If the defeat on his face displayed in high definition on her TV wasn't enough to tell her how much he was hurting, his voice certainly did. "How long is your flight?" she asked, pressing the speaker button on the call as she switched over to Maps. She typed in the address to Joe's house, mildly impressed with the flow of her thumbs, needing not a moment of thought to remember it in full.

"Uh," he squeezed his eyes shut, "about four hours, I think." The bus rumbled to life, shifting away as the light turned green, the vibrations echoing through his body. "Then it's about 30 minutes to my place. Why?"

"Well," she said, her voice light, "I know we had plans to spend my week off together. But since it technically starts tomorrow, I don't mind driving down tonight. Traffic's not too bad, I'll be there before you even land."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, baby," Joe said, the weariness in his voice palpable. "You just got off work. You deserve to rest. I can come pick you up tomorrow afternoon like we planned. I want to spend every second of your week off together, but I don't want you to wear yourself out."

"Don't worry about me, hon," she replied, her voice steady. "I'm already all packed, except for a couple of things. I'll grab them now and hit the road. I'll be there in four hours tops, all snug waiting for you in your bed." Her voice dipped low, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Joe's eyes lit up at the thought of her curled up in his bed, waiting for him; all sleepy love and warmth. It had been two weeks since he had held her, two weeks of endless nights filled with cold, empty sheets and the ghost of her scent lingering on his pillow, on his clothes, in his house. "You don't know how much I need that right now," he murmured, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly. "As long as you feel okay to drive. Text me when you're 30 minutes out, and I'll let security know."

"Don't worry about me, okay? I'm serious, Joe," she assured him. "I want to do this for you. I'll be fine. Promise."

"Alright," Joe relented, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, baby. That means a lot."

They talked a bit longer until the bus pulled up to the airport and the team started to gather their belongings. He promised to text her when he boarded and to let her know when he'd be home. With a final, "Love you," Joe ended the call and squeezed his eyes shut, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.

She stood from her bed, slipping her feet into her Ugg slippers and grabbing her phone and its charger from where it was plugged into her alarm clock. True to her word, her duffel bag was already packed, seated by her door, a pair of her gym shoes stacked on top. The room was dark, the only light coming from the hallway, painting a rectangle on the carpeted floor. She didn’t bother turning any lights on, knowing the layout of her apartment like the back of her hand.

Leah sat in the living room, cross-legged on the couch, eyes trained on the Real Housewives of, presumably, somewhere. The living room filled with the sound of expletives and yelling. She held a glass of wine in her right hand, her hair pulled up into a messy bun atop her head. Leah looked over at her, the TV's light reflecting off her glasses. "What's going on?" she asked slowly, the volume on the TV dropping as she hit mute.

"Heading to Joe's," she said over her shoulder as she set her duffel down by the front door. She turned back towards the kitchen, searching for something to eat before her journey. "I was gonna drive down tomorrow, but he sounded horrible over the phone. So, I figured I'd just go now and get the most out of my week off."

Leah looked up at her with a knowing smile, the TV's reflection flickering over her face. "You'll be getting something for sure," she teased. "You sure you're good to drive? That's like, what, a four-hour trip at this time?"

"I'll be fine," she said with a wave of her hand. "I had a pretty easy day at the hospital, and I'm in a decent mood. I have my playlists and some sugar to keep me awake." She grabbed a protein bar from the pantry and a Dr. Pepper from the fridge before returning to the living room. "But thanks for looking out for me." She leaned over the couch to hug Leah. "Give me a kiss for luck?"

Leah rolled her eyes but leaned in for a quick peck on the cheek. "One of these days I will steal you from him," she joked. "But I guess I can stomach this for now."

She laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. "You're so strong, babe." She squeezed Leah's arm playfully before walking towards the door, reaching for her keys. "I'll text you when I get there."

Leah nodded. "Drive safe, babe."

"I will," she said, slipping her phone into her pocket.

The drive was relatively quiet, with enough cars on I-71 to keep her company without causing any stress from unexpected traffic. The Cincinnati skyline came into view just as her dashboard read 11:45 PM. The city's lights twinkled like stars scattered across the dark fabric of the night, bringing her an inch of hope with each passing mile.

By the time she pulled past the gate to Joe's neighborhood, her phone lit up with a text from her boyfriend. "Just landed, be there in 35."

She parked her car in the driveway, waving to the security guard on duty, who offered to help her bring her things in from the car. "I've got it," she said with a smile. "Thank you, though." The guard nodded, his eyes lingering for a moment before returning to his post.

The house was still, much stiller than she had ever seen it. Darkness filled the rooms, the silence causing her every move to echo. She tiptoed to her bedroom, making sure to text both Leah and Joe on her way, confirming her arrival and that she was safe. His room was perfectly orderly, evidence of his housekeeper's recent visit. She tossed her bag onto the bed and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the tension from the road.

Her muscles eased as she trailed off to his closet, picking out a plain white t-shirt that smelled faintly of him. His shower was warm and welcoming, the water washing away the last of the road's grit and the day's stress. By the time she emerged, the scent of his soap clung to her skin, flooding her senses with his smell. She slipped into bed after completing her skincare, snapping a picture of herself in his clothes, wrapped up in his sheets, and sending it to him.

The minutes ticked by slowly as she waited for Joe. The house was so quiet she could almost hear the air conditioner run. She began to drift off, her eyes heavy as the analog clock on his dresser displayed 12:17 AM. The sound of his car pulling into the garage jolted her awake, her body rising from its spot in the bed. Her feet carried her to the door as she heard his footsteps approaching. The door swung open slowly, and Joe appeared in the doorway, visibly exhausted, his undereye darkened with shadows, his posture drooping with the weight of the loss.

He took a moment to drink her in, standing in his home in his boxers and shirt. A sleepy smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, his first genuine smile since the beginning of the never-ending night. "Baby," he murmured, his chest rising and falling with a breath. She looked so at home in his space, so beautiful in his clothes. He stepped closer to her, his eyes searching hers, the need for her comfort dancing through them.

"How was the drive?" he asked, his voice hoarse from the dry plane air. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She smelled like her, but also so faintly of him.

Her hands found his back, gently stroking circles, feeling the tension knotted into his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. "It was fine," she whispered, her voice muffled against him. "I missed you."

Joe's arms tightened around her, his grip fierce. "Missed you, too." He continued holding her, content to stand there in the quiet darkness for as long as she would let him. His heart rate slowed, his breath evened out as her warmth seeped into his bones. He didn't realize how much he needed this until she was there, a shiver coursing through him as her fingers continued their gentle dance along his back.

"I'm so tired," he admitted, his voice a low rumble against her neck. "But I'm so fucking happy you're here."

"I know," she whispered, her own exhaustion forgotten in the face of Joe's warmth. She could feel the tension in his body, the tightness of his embrace telling her everything she needed to know about his state of mind. "Let's get you showered and into bed," she suggested, her voice gentle. "Just wanna feel you next to me."

Joe nodded into her neck, reluctant to let go. "Okay," he murmured, his grip loosening just enough for her to step back. He turned and disappeared into the en suite, the sound of the shower echoing through the room. She took a moment to appreciate the noise, the house finally feeling alive again with Joe's presence. She climbed into bed, scrolling through her phone to hold off her own exhaustion until he was done.

When Joe emerged, his skin was pink and warm from the hot water, his hair brushed back from his face. She watched him move around the room, his movements deliberate and weary. It was clear that he was more than physically exhausted; his eyes were sad, his shoulders slumped with the burden of defeat.

He finally joined her in bed, his lower half the only part of him concealed by a gray pair of boxers. He slid in next to her, his body immediately fitting into hers as if they had done this a thousand times before. She set her phone aside, reaching over to switch off the lamp, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness.

Her neck craned upwards to meet his descending kiss, and their bodies aligned, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer. He surrounded her with warmth, and she felt the tension in his body begin to dissolve as his hands roamed over her. There was no urgency to the press of his lips, only a gentle selfishness that grew with every shared breath.

"Missed you," he repeated, the syllables slurring slightly from fatigue. His arms tightened around her, pressing his face into her neck, his nose skimming the skin. Her hands found his hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands. She could feel his warm breath, his heartbeat thumping against her chest.

Her lips pressed to the shell of his ear, peppering kisses along his tanned skin. "Wish I could just hold you like this every day," he whispered, the pacing of his speech slowing down in his drowsiness. His hands snaked under her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her back, his eyes screwed shut.

“I know," she whispered back, her voice just as tired. She could feel the beginnings of his stubble, scratching against her skin. The warmth of his breath danced over her neck. One of his hands dropped to her thigh, pulling her leg over his. "This would be the best part of my day," she murmured, her voice sleepy. "Every day."

He pulled her closer, kissing along her clothed shoulder. His breathing evened out as they continued to lay on their sides, wrapped up in each other's arms. "You smell good," he mumbled, his eyes still closed. "Always smell good, but especially in my clothes."

She hummed softly. "Used your soap," she said, her voice a whisper. "Been too long since I smelled you."

Joe's chuckle was low as he met her eye. "Been too long since I've felt you," he murmured, his hand sliding down to her ass, squeezing weakly before resting there. "Look so good in my clothes, in my bed." His voice was gruff, sleep tugging at the edges of his words.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispered, her eyes drifting shut. The weight of Joe's hand was comforting, grounding her in a way that she hadn't felt in weeks. "I'll always be here for you."

Joe nodded into her neck, his eyes slipping closed as his grip tightened slightly. "Love you, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

She felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, her fingers carding through his hair. "Love you too, Joey."

Joe's eyes remained shut as he drifted off to sleep, the comfort of her touch and the sweet scent of her skin surrounding him like a warm blanket. She lay there for a few moments longer, watching him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Then, she too, succumbed to the gentle embrace of slumber, nestled against him.

Mid-morning warmth flooded through the curtains as Joe's alarm blared, jolting them both from their deep sleep. He groaned and reached over for his phone to silence it, then turned towards her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "I don't wanna get up," he mumbled into her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

"It's Monday, babe, you don't have to," she groaned, her hand finding his as it pulled her back to his chest. "Why is your alarm going off?"

"Didn't remember to shut it off last night," Joe mumbled, his eyes still closed. His hand reached for her hip, sneaking under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her waist. "You don't have to go anywhere, do you?"

Her eyes remained shut as she snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "Just need to get out of your bed before I get too comfortable," she said with a small smile. "I should keep a schedule, you know, make sure I stay productive during my week off."

Joe's grip tightened around her, his eyes still closed. "No, you don't," he murmured. "You can stay here all day if you want." He kissed her shoulder. "With me." Dropped another to her neck. "In my bed." He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Where you belong."

She felt a smile tug at her lips. "That sounds tempting," she whispered, her eyes still closed.

"Tempting?" Joe echoed, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "It's more than tempting." His hand slid up to cup her face, turning her towards him. His eyes searched hers in the dim light, the shadows playing across his features. "It's necessary," he said, his voice thick with something that sent a thrill through her.

"Necessary?" She echoed, her body turning to face Joe fully. His hand remained on her cheek, his thumb tracing lazy patterns across her skin.

"Mmhmm," Joe murmured, his eyes still sleepy but focused on hers. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a gentle kiss that spoke of the ease that she brought with her. His hand slid from her face to her neck, his thumb resting just above her collarbone. He could feel the timid thump of her pulse under his touch.

Her eyes fluttered open as Joe broke the kiss. He was so close, his breath ghosting over her lips. She reached up to trace his jaw with her fingertips, feeling the rough stubble under her touch. "You're so needy," she murmured accusingly, her voice still thick with sleep.

He smirked. "You love it." He kissed her again, this time deeper, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She made a noise of protest that turned into a sigh as she melted into him. He rolled her onto her back, his body hovering over hers, his hand sliding down to the hem of her shirt.

He guided it over her head, his eyes focused on hers as he tossed it aside. His hands skimmed over her bare skin, his touch tender yet possessive. Her eyes searched his, her heart racing in anticipation of his next move. She felt the warmth of his body press into her, his chest to hers, her legs tangling with his.

He hummed, low in his throat, as he laced his fingers through hers, pinning them above her head. His kiss grew more urgent, his tongue dancing with hers as his hips pressed into hers. She felt the heat pool in her core, her body responding to his without hesitation. She arched up into him, her bare breasts brushing against his chest.

Joe's hand slid down to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak of one nipple. She gasped into his mouth, her legs parting for him. He took the invitation, his hand sliding down her side to her thigh, pushing it up and hooking it over his hip.

He ground against her, his hips rolling into hers, the friction making her squirm. "Joe," she panted, her eyes half-lidded. He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She felt a thrill of pleasure as his tongue followed, soothing the path his teeth had made.

"Can't stop saying thank you for being here," Joe mumbled against her neck, his breath warm and tickling. She giggled, feeling the vibration against her skin. She tilted her head to give him better access, his kisses turning into nibbles that forced laughter from her.

"You told me you needed me, so I'm here," she purred, her voice a whisper that was barely heard over the sound of his teeth scraping her skin. "But maybe I can be there for you... in the kitchen. Eating something?"

As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly, and Joe groaned just as loudly. His head fell forward, his forehead pressed against her sternum. "Fuck, I was just getting started," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers as his head lifted to kiss her again.

She couldn't help but chuckle. "We've got all week," she reminded him, pushing him off gently. "I'm starving."

Joe sighed dramatically but rolled off her, his hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh before letting go. "Fine," he grumbled, his eyes still closed. "But we're coming back to this."

She laughed, sitting up and stretching. The bed was warm and inviting, but she knew they both needed to eat. She slid out of bed, and Joe's eyes followed her as she grabbed his shirt from the floor, slipping it on. She walked over to her duffel bag, finding a pair of wide-leg sweatpants to pair with his shirt.

"I'll start breakfast," she said, leaning down to kiss him. He caught her hand, pulling her back down for one more deep, lingering kiss before releasing her.

"Don't burn anything," he teased, his eyes still half-lidded as he watched her leave the room. She shot him a playful glare over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway, the sound of her bare feet on the hardwood floor fading as she moved towards the kitchen.

Joe took the moment to stretch out in the bed, his muscles protesting after the tense game and the long flight from the night—or morning, really—before. He couldn't help but smile, though, as he thought about her wearing his clothes, feeling his warmth even in his absence. With a groan, he pushed himself out of bed and into the bathroom, hissing softly at the sight of his bruises from the game. Wincing, he applied some of the shea butter-infused lotion she had brought with her, the coolness soothing his skin.

By the time he made it to the kitchen, the smell of turkey bacon and eggs filled the air, making his stomach rumble with anticipation. She was moving around with ease, her hips swaying to some unheard tune. She looked over her shoulder at him, her smile bright. "How do you want your eggs, baby?"

"Any way you'll give 'em to me," he uttered, his hands finding her hips from behind as he nuzzled his face into her neck. She giggled, shaking her head as she continued working on the eggs. He kissed along her neck, his hands sliding around to her stomach and then up to cup her tits over the shirt. "You're so fuckin' perfect," he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with desire. "Gimme anything you want and I'll take it."

"Not my eggs, you freak," she huffed, playfully shoving him away with her elbow. "Scrambled, over hard, omelet?"

"Surprise me," Joe said, stepping back into his place behind her, his chest pressing against her back. He could feel her laugh reverberate through her upper body, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her closer. She playfully slapped at his hands, trying to focus on not burning the food.

The kitchen was filled with the sizzle of bacon and the crackle of eggs hitting the hot pan. Her movements were swift and practiced, opposing Joe's sluggishness. He leaned against the counter, watching her, feeling the weight of the last few days fall away. He watched the way she moved in his space, so confident and comfortable. If he could have painted a picture of what contentment felt like, it would be this; it would be her.

"You know," she said, her voice teasing as she flipped an egg expertly, "you could always help. Make some toast or something. Cut up some avocados?"

Joe groaned. "But then I'd have to move." He pressed himself into her with a touch more determination. "And I'm really enjoying this view."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. When his left hand snuck up to her tits again, she shooed him away again with a laugh. "Go do something," she said, pointing towards the refrigerator. "Make yourself useful."

With a dramatic sigh, Joe retreated to the fridge, grabbing the avocados and a knife. He took his time peeling and slicing them, savoring the feeling of normalcy he longed for during the spaces of time when their worlds diverged. "How many eggs do you want?" she called over her shoulder, not turning away from the stove.

"Two's fine if you're tossing in some veggies on the side," Joe called back, his focus on the task at hand. "I'll grab some of the Greek yogurt and berries too."

She nodded. She cracked his eggs into a small bowl and whisking them with a fork until they were fluffy. She poured them into the pan with the already cooked bacon and vegetables, mixing everything together. Joe grabbed two slices of bread, buttering both sides before sliding them into the toaster.

"Wait, what day is it?" she suddenly asked aloud, the question interrupting the comfortable silence that had settled over the kitchen.

Joe paused his toast prep, looking at her with a quizzical expression. "It's Monday," he said, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Why?"

"No, the actual date, I mean," she clarified, glancing at the calendar hanging on the fridge. "It's the 9th, isn't it?" She questioned with a gasp.

Joe nodded, reaching up to find plates and silverware. "Yeah, it's the 9th. Why?" He drew the syllables out, making clear his inability to follow her line of thinking.

Her eyes widened slightly as she continued working on the omelet. "My rent and my student loans are due today," she murmured, a hint of panic seeping into her voice. "I didn't transfer the money from my savings account."

Joe's smile fell, his eyes meeting hers with understanding. "You can do it from here," he said, placing a hand on her waist. "Use my laptop. It's on the table in the living room."

She nodded, her shoulders dropping slightly with relief. "Thank you, baby," she kissed his cheek before slipping out of his grasp and making her way to the living room. She returned a minute later, sitting down at the kitchen island with his laptop. Her eyes scanned the screen as she quickly logged into her bank account. She felt Joe's presence behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders as he leaned over to peer at the screen.

"Shit," she hissed under her breath, her eyes narrowing at the screen. At a glance, there was enough for her rent, but not nearly enough for her student loans. She felt Joe's hand tighten on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing gentle circles. "I must have used that money for something else," she murmured, feeling a twinge of frustration.

Joe leaned down, his cheek warm against hers, his hands moving to intertwine with hers. "Let me take care of it, sweetheart," he said softly. "It's no big deal."

She stiffened, her eyes snapping up to his. "No," she said firmly, clicking through her banking portal. "I'll figure something out." She shrugged off his touch, resuming her clicking around.

"Babe, it's just money," Joe reasoned, his voice gentle. "Don't stress over it. I got it."

Her eyes narrowed at the screen. "It's my responsibility," she said through gritted teeth, her hands clenching with tension before she relaxed them with an exhale. "Just give me a second to think."

Joe stepped back, his expression unreadable. He knew how important it was for her to be independent, to manage her own finances. But seeing her like this, the weight of her world on her shoulders, it was hard for him to stand idly by. He turned back to the toaster, his jaw clenching as he waited for the bread to pop. "Okay," he said slowly, noncommittally turning to finish off assembling their breakfast.

She continued murmuring under her breath, her right hand tapping at the calculator app on her phone as she mentally rearranged her finances. Her stomach tightened as the number on her screen grew larger, much larger than what she could reasonably part with at the moment. "Oh my god," she whispered, burying her face in both her hands.

Joe set a plate of perfectly toasted bread, eggs, and crisped bacon before her. "You okay?" He asked, his voice tentative.

She hesitated, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "I don't know," she sighed, picking up a piece of bacon. "It's just...I've been trying so hard to keep up with everything. I thought I was doing so well."

Joe sat beside her, his own plate forgotten. "Of course you are," he assured her, his hand finding hers. "So you don't have the loan money right now. It's okay, you'll figure it out."

"It's not just the loan money," she said, her voice rising with frustration. "My credit card's due in two weeks, and I won't get paid yet. I'm out of savings. I still need to pay for gas and food for the next three weeks. My niece's birthday is coming up, and I want to get her something nice..."

Joe found her hand, his thumb stroking her knuckles in comfort. "Let me help," he urged again, his voice softer this time. "Just tell me how much you need, and I'll transfer it to you."

Her eyes began to cloud over as she looked at him. "I can't," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "It's my debt. I need to pay it."

"Baby, please," Joe's voice was low and earnest. "I just want to take some of that burden off you. I know how much you've been working, and I can help. Let me do this for you."

She took a deep breath, looking down at their entwined hands. She knew Joe was trying to be supportive, but she felt a surge of exasperation. "Joe," she began, her voice steady but firm. "I appreciate the offer, but I can't. I have to do this by myself."

"If you're worried about paying me back, don't," Joe insisted, his voice filled with concern. "I just wanna take care of you. So let me. Just tell me how much."

She pulled her hand away, standing up from her stool. "Joe, I said no. And that's the end of it." She tried to keep the frustration out of her voice, but it was clear she was reaching her breaking point. "Just give me a second to think. I'll be right back," she added, escaping into the hallway and up to the master suite before he could respond.

Joe sighed, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he stared at the plate of food in front of him. He knew she was stubborn, but he couldn't help but feel a little hurt by her rejection. He pulled his plate closer to him, the smell of the eggs and bacon suddenly not as appealing as it was moments ago. He took a bite, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach.

As he sat there in the silence, he could help but take a peek at her phone. The calculator app was still open, and a number was displayed on the screen. He took a bite of his toast, the crunch echoing in the quiet room. His leg bounced as he fought the urge to turn her phone toward him, to confirm the digits of the number on her screen. The urge grew the longer she was gone, spreading through his limbs and making his heart race. He took another bite, chewing it slowly as he listened for the sound of her returning from his room.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned over, his eyes taking in the number displayed. It was a low four-digit number, enough to make him pause but not nearly enough for him to feel even a quarter of the stress she seemed to be under. He knew she was fiercely independent, but this was ridiculous.

His own phone sat on the island to his right, and without a second thought, Joe picked it up, navigating to his banking app. He had more than enough to cover her entire loan amount if he really wanted to, let alone the amount that was causing her such distress. But he knew that wasn't the point. He set his jaw, frustration and affection warring inside him. He knew her pride was important, but so was her peace of mind. The decision seemed simple to him—he had the means, and she had the need. In just a few taps he could ease her burden. Sure, she might be upset with him, but that was a risk he was willing to take if it meant she could focus on the important things, like her residency and making the most out of this week together.

He made up his mind then, tapping out a quick transfer from his account to hers. It was done before she could come back. It would take a moment to clear, but when he clicked the trackpad to reload her online banking page, the amount was there. Pending, but there. He took another bite of his eggs, his stomach no longer in knots.

"Okay," she announced, her voice echoing from the hallway. She returned to the kitchen, her expression composed. "Let's just eat," she suggested, sitting back down. "I'll figure this shit out after."

Joe studied her face, seeing the tightness around her eyes, the set of her jaw. He knew she was lying to herself, trying to pretend it wasn't a big deal when it clearly was. But he also knew her well enough to know that pushing now would only make it worse. "Come here," he said gently, setting his fork down. He opened his arms to her, and she leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," she whispered, the warmth of Joe's embrace seeping into her bones. She felt his hand gently stroking her back, his thumb tracing soothing patterns along her spine. For a moment, she allowed herself to melt into his comfort, to let go of the anxiety that had been building within her. But as she leaned away, she couldn't help the feeling of something being off. She glanced at her phone, realizing it was off from where she had left it.

Her head turned to look at her laptop, her eyes fell on the banking app, and she froze. The balance of her checking account was different—substantially so. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the screen, her mind racing. "What did you do?" she demanded, pulling away from Joe's embrace to look at him.

Joe swallowed hard, setting his fork down. He knew this was going to be a fight. "I just transferred some money," he said calmly, trying to keep the frustration from his voice. "You don't have to pay me back, babe. I'm your boyfriend; I'm supposed to support you."

She stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Joe, I already told you no," she said, her voice shaking. "Why would you do this?"

Joe leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. "Because I love you," he said, his voice steady. "And I can't stand to see you stressed like this. You work so hard. You dropped everything to be here with me on your week off. Drove down late after work just because I was feeling down. I just wanted to do one thing to make your life a little easier."

Her eyes searched his, trying to read the intention behind his words. Her hand hovered over the laptop, the urge to check her bank account again strong, but she resisted. "It's not just about the money," she said, her voice tight. "It's about me being able to stand on my own two feet. You're undermining me."

Joe's expression softened. "I know that's what you want to do," he said, his voice low. "And I respect that. But we all need help sometimes. And that's what I'm here for."

Her eyes remained on the laptop screen, the number staring back at her. "This isn't just about you, Joe," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "I don't want your money, just like I don't want anyone else's money."

Joe pursed his lips together, failing to suppress an eye roll. "You're being ridiculous," he said, his voice tight. "It's not a handout, babe. If you want to think of it like a loan, fine. You can pay me back, and I'll get you something nice with the money. It's yours, you deserve it."

"So every time that I've told you that I didn't need your money, you just... ignored me?" Her voice was laced with anger, her arms crossing over her chest. "Did you think I didn't mean it?"

"Baby," Joe growled lowly, "you're overreacting." His patience was wearing thin. "If your parents or anyone else offered, you'd take it without a second thought, wouldn't you? Why is it different coming from me?"

"No! I wouldn't. It's not different at all!" She snapped, pushing herself away from Joe. The heat of the kitchen seemed to rise around her, and she could feel the anger bubbling up inside her chest. "Didn't I tell you that I've done all of this on my own? I finished undergrad debt-free, I worked during medical school, and took out loans for what I couldn't cover. I've never once asked anyone for a handout, not even my own family!"

Joe stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. "And I'm not asking you to start now," he said, his voice rising to match hers. "Just take the money, this one time. It's not like you have to struggle now to make up for the fact that you grew up with more than I did! You don't have to prove anything to anyone, especially not to me."

Her eyes flashed, the words stinging like a slap. "What?" she whispered, the anger in her voice barely contained. "What the hell does that mean?"

Joe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just...I feel like sometimes you push me away because we grew up differently and, for whatever reason, that makes you feel like you can't take anything from me," he said, his voice strained. "But I'm good now. I have more money than I know what to do with. I take care of my people, and that includes you."

Her eyes narrowed as she took in his words. "I don't need to prove anything to you, Joe," she said, her voice steady. "And I don't push you away because 'we grew up differently'," her fingers air-quoted the phrase. "Maybe my family had a little more money than yours did, or I grew up in a different state, went to different schools, but that doesn't mean we grew up worlds apart. And it certainly doesn't mean that I'm going to let you throw money at my problems just because you think that's what I'm used to."

"That's not what I'm saying," Joe said, his voice rising in frustration. "I'm just trying to help!"

"I don't need your help, Joe! Not like this," Her voice was firm, her irate with irritation. She turned away from him, her hands trembling slightly as tears spilled over her lash line. She walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, taking a long sip to cool her anger. The cold liquid slid down her throat, but it did little to ease the burning in her chest.

"I just want you to catch a break," Joe said, his voice tight. "I know you're strong, baby, but everyone needs a break sometimes. You're not weak for letting someone else carry the weight every once in a while."

She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I know you mean well," she began, her tone measured. "But it's not about the money. It's about the principle. I want to be able to support myself. I don't want to rely on anyone else for my happiness or my security." She turned to face him, her eyes glistening. "If I let you pay for everything, then what happens if things get tough between us? What happens if you get hurt? What if we break up, and I've gotten used to you fixing everything with your money?"

Joe's jaw clenched as he looked at her, his frustration palpable. "You think that's what this is about?" he asked, his voice gruff. "That I'm gonna hold this over your head? That I'd use your financial situation against you?"

She set the water bottle down with a thunk, her eyes meeting Joe's. "Not now," she said, her voice softer. "But maybe in the future. I've seen it happen with other people, Joe. They start taking and taking, then suddenly they start expecting it. They forget that the person they're with had a life before them and they can have one after them too."

"You're not making any fuckin' sense, babe," he grunted, his voice echoing in the kitchen. "Why are you making this about something it isn't? It's just money."

She groaned, "Do you listen to anything I say?" Her eyes searched Joe's, looking for any sign of understanding. "Did any part of this conversation get through to you?"

"I'm listening," Joe said through gritted teeth, his blue eyes stormy. "But that doesn't mean I have to agree with you."

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping her emotions in check. "You can't just ignore what I'm saying because it doesn't fit with what you think," she said, her voice strained. She turned on her heel, fisting the water bottle as she muttered, "This is why I didn't want to tell you."

Joe stepped closer to her, his hands coming up to frame her face. "Baby, look at me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm not ignoring you. I just don't understand why you won't accept help from me."

"You would know if you would listen to me for once," she said, pulling away from Joe's grasp. Her eyes searched his for any sign of clarity, but only found a stubborn resolve. She could feel her anger rising, the walls she had built around her emotions threatening to crumble. "I need a moment," she managed, her voice tight.

Joe sighed, dropping his hands to his sides. "Fine," he said, his tone clipped. He watched as she strode out of the kitchen, her footsteps echoing defeat on the hardwood floor.

She retreated to the bedroom, pacing in the space they had just shared so intimately. The silence was deafening, filled only with the echo of their harsh words and the thud of her heart in her chest. She huffed out a breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. Even without him in her direct sight, Joe was everywhere. On her skin, in her mind, and now, in her bank account.

Her hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over her head and discarding the cotton blend fabric onto the floor. Her bare chest heaved with each breath, her brown skin warming in the early morning light that spilled through the bedroom windows. Her hands shook as she reached into her bag, finding a simple hoodie that had made the journey from Cleveland.

Joe remained in the kitchen, the silence thick and oppressive. He knew she needed space, but the urge to follow her, to fix this, was a weight in his chest. It went against his instincts to let her stew alone. He stared at the spot where she had been standing, gnawing on his lower lip, his brain racing with apologies and explanations and a million solutions.

He didn't stand there for much longer before he heard her approaching again. The jingle of her keys was a warning that she was about to leave. Joe steeled himself as she marched back into the kitchen. "I'm going for a drive," she announced, her voice firm. "I need some air."

Joe nodded, his heart heavy. "Okay," he said, his voice low. "But just...don't go too far, okay?"

Her eyes met his, and for a moment, Joe thought he saw a flicker of softness. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and she grabbed her phone from the counter, her shoulders tense. "I'll be fine," she said, her voice cool.

He watched her retreating back, the door clicking shut behind her, and the house fell silent. The echoes of their argument lingered in the air, a bitter taste left in his mouth. Joe walked into the living room, collapsing onto the couch, his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face with his hands. He was torn between anger and guilt, frustration and fear.

They had never argued like this before. Sure, they were both stubborn, but there was always an edge of humor to their disagreements, a playfulness that reminded them of their affection for one another. This was different. This was a crack in the foundation of their relationship, and Joe wasn't sure how to patch it up without making it worse. As he sat on the couch, listening to the quiet hum of the house, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had screwed up big time. He knew she was proud, knew that she valued her independence. He also didn't expect her to jump for joy when he offered his help. But the look on her face when she saw the transfer—that was new. It was a mix of anger, hurt, and disappointment that hit harder than any tackle he'd ever taken on the field.

He rose from the couch eventually, dragging his feet to clean up the mess in the kitchen. The pans clanked as he washed them, his mind racing.

What had he done wrong?

He just wanted to help her, to make her life easier.

Why couldn't she just accept it?

His hands clenched around the dish sponge, squeezing until water dripped out.

Did she really think he would use this against her?

He placed the rinsed dishes in the washer.

Why was she entertaining the possibility that they could break up?

As the washer hummed to life, Joe walked to his room. The crumpled shirt on the floor was a stark reminder of their argument. He picked it up, the fabric still carrying the scent of her perfume, and placed it on the chair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared at the floor. He hated this, hated that he couldn't fix it with a dry quip or a distracting kiss. But he knew her; she needed time to process, to cool down. He had to give her that space, even if it killed him.

His thighs ached, the pain spreading into his lower back as the rhythmic thump of his heart matched the sound of his feet meeting the flat surface of the running belt. The treadmill whirred beneath him, and sweat trickled down his forehead, stinging his eyes as he blinked. He had been here for twenty-seven minutes, and counting, his mind racing as much as his legs. The numbers on the digital display blurred together, his breaths heavy and ragged. He wasn't supposed to be working out, much less pushing himself like this on his recovery day, but the pent-up energy and frustration had to go somewhere. The house was too quiet, too empty without her.

Joe knew he had messed up. He knew she didn't need his money; she had made that clear on multiple occasions. What he hadn't anticipated was how much his offer would hurt her. He had seen the walls come up, the barriers she had worked so hard to keep at bay, and he had thrown them up without a second thought. He had been so focused on fixing the problem that he hadn't thought about how she might feel. It was a dumb mistake, one he shouldn't have made with someone he loved as much as he breathed, adored, and loved her.

His ringtone cut through his thoughts, loud, nearly knocking him off the treadmill. He grabbed his phone, expecting it to be his girlfriend, but instead, it was her best friend, Leah. He ignored it, let it ring through to voicemail. He was blessed with a few seconds of silence before it buzzed again. Evidently, she wasn't calling him to chat about the weather.

Leah's text message was short and to the point.

CALL ME BACK.

The urgency in the message was palpable, and Joe's stomach twisted. He didn't need any more drama, not today. With a sigh, he stopped the treadmill and wiped his face with the towel hanging around his neck. He stepped off the machine, his legs feeling like jelly as he made his way to the bedroom to call her back.

Leah picked up on the first ring. "What the hell did you do to her?" Her voice was sharp, accusatory.

Joe's shoulders slumped. "Good morning, Leah," he said wearily, trying to keep his voice steady.

"It is 1:35 in the afternoon. You're not cute, Burrow," she snapped. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but she called me sobbing and couldn't explain what happened, so you're going to tell me right now. What did you do?"

Joe sighed heavily, his hand raking through his hair. "We had an argument," he admitted. "I didn't mean to upset her."

"What did you do, Joe?" Leah repeated.

Joe took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's about money," he began, the words feeling heavy on his tongue. "I transferred some to her account without asking because I noticed she was stressed about rent and loans and her card. I just wanted to help."

"Why would you do that?" she said. He could almost see her face, the roll of her eyes, the furrow of her brow. He could hear her call him a name under her breath. "You know how she is about that shit, Joe. You've seen her work herself to the bone to pay for everything herself. I don't understand why she hates financial help, but that's just how she is, and it's what makes her her. It’s something that’s important to her. Did you stop to think for three seconds about how that might make her feel?"

Joe felt the weight of his mistake sink in. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice thick with regret. "Not long enough, apparently."

"Yeah, no shit, dumbass," Leah's voice was tight with annoyance. "How much was it?"

Joe swallowed hard. "Like, a couple grand," he murmured, the number sounding obscene in the quiet of the room.

Leah's sharp intake of breath was his only response for a moment. "Christ. Joe, she's a doctor, not a charity case," she said, her voice measured. "You can't just throw money at her problems because you think it's a quick fix. If you were feeling that generous, you could've just sent it over to me." The last part was said with a hint of a tease, trying to lighten the mood, but Joe knew she was at least somewhat serious.

"I just wanted to make things easier for her," Joe said, his voice laced with frustration.

"And in doing so, you made it ten times harder," Leah shot back. "Look, Joe, I know you're a good guy, and you're obviously crazy about her, but you can't just bulldoze over her boundaries like they're nothing, regardless of your intentions. Doing so only makes her feel like you don’t value the things that she does."

Joe nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But what do I do now?"

"You start by actually listening to her," Leah said firmly. "When she says she doesn't want your money, she means it. Her financial situation is only temporary. She'll be out of residency in a year, and things will get significantly easier for her. But until then, you can't just ignore her feelings because you want your knight in shining armor moment. That's not how it works with her; she doesn’t want that from you."

Joe felt the sting of Leah's words, but knew she was right. "Okay," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What do I say to her?"

"Start with an apology," Leah said, her tone softer now. "A real one, from the heart. Tell her you understand why she's upset and that you won't do it again. And let her know you respect her boundaries. Remind her how much you love her."

Joe nodded, his chest tight with the gravity of the conversation. He released a long exhale through his nose, allowing Leah's words a moment to hang in the air. "Look, Joe," she spoke up again. "I know I'm supposed to be the best friend who keeps you in check, but I'm not mad at you. I understand how frustrating this topic can be with her. But I set you two up for a reason. Don't blow this up and force me to cut you off. I have love for both of you, and I don't wanna be stuck in the middle."

He swallowed hard. "I won't," he said firmly. "I promise."

"Good." Leah's voice was firm. "I told her to turn her ass around and go home to you. She should be on her way."

Relief flood his senses, brushing cool air over his warm face. "Thank you, Leah," Joe said, sincerity coating each syllable. "For everything."

Leah sighed into the phone. "You're welcome," she said. "Oh, and also, don't let her send you that money back. Put your foot down about that, she deserves a break. Just don't try that shit again, 'kay?"

Joe chuckled sarcastically. "Lesson learned," he said. "Thank you, Leah."

Leah's voice softened. "Good luck," she said before hanging up.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his phone, staring at the screen. A few moments later, his phone buzzed with a text from her.

I'm on my way back.

The simplicity of the message didn't betray the tumult of emotions he knew she must be feeling. He texted back:

Drive safe.

The words felt inadequate, but he sent them anyway, hoping they'd serve as a lifeline across the digital divide.

As Joe waited for her, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. He knew he'd have to be more mindful of her feelings, her need for independence. He'd have to find other ways to show her how much she meant to him, beyond the material. But he also knew that she had her own walls to break down, her own compromises to make.

The sound of the garage door opening was music to his ears. He shot up from the bed and made his way to the door, his heart racing like he was running down the field with seconds left on the clock. She walked in, her eyes red and puffy, her shoulders slumped. She didn't look at him, just allowed him to wrap her in his arms. He could feel her tremble, the anger and hurt melting into his embrace.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, delicate as the brush of a feather. She shook against him, tears wetting his shirt. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby."

She didn't push away, but she didn't fully melt into him either. "Why did you do it?" she asked, her voice small and broken. "I was so angry, Joe. So, so angry."

He held her closer, his heart aching with each word. "I just wanted to help," he said, his voice gruff with his own unshed tears. "I should've left it alone, I know." He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her sweet scent. "But I can't stand seeing you stressed, you know that."

She nodded, her breaths hitching as she tried to hold back the sobs. "I hate fighting with you," she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.

Joe's arms tightened around her, his thumbs making gentle circles on her back. "Me too," he murmured. "Do you wanna talk about it? What can I do to make it right?"

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. "I don't know," she admitted. "I just... I don't want to feel like I owe you anything."

Joe nodded, his eyes serious. "I get it," he said. "I do. And I'm sorry for making you feel that way." He took a step back, giving her the space she needed. "But you don't owe me anything, sweetheart. Ever."

Her eyes looked for the truth in his words. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort of calming down. "I know you didn't mean it like that," she said finally. "But if I'm being honest, it scared me."

Joe's eyebrows furrowed. "Scared you?"

She nodded. "It's just... it's a lot, Joe. The finances, the future, all of it. I don't want to be that girl who's with you for the wrong reasons. I want to be able to stand on my own two feet, and I don't want you to ever feel like you have to save me. I know that I don't earn what I should as a resident. But this is temporary, and I have to learn these lessons before I start making real money."

Joe's eyes searched hers, understanding dawning on his face. He reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "And I'm proud of you for it, honey," he said gently. "You're handling all this stress with more grace than I ever could. You deserve every good thing I can give you. We just need to find a balance."

Her chest tightened at the nickname she had grown so fond of. It felt like a promise, a vow he was making to her right there. She stepped back, wiping her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice shaky. "I would like you to respect my boundaries, Joe. I can't do this if you don't."

He nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I will," he assured her. "I'll always respect you. I love you too much not to. But I want you to know that this is part of being with me. I'm gonna want to share all this with you, on your terms, of course, but I can't change who I am or how much I make."

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she composed herself. "I know," she said, her voice softer now. "And I love you for who you are. But I can't have you making my decisions for me, Joe. That's what it felt like."

He nodded, the gravity of his mistake settling on him like a heavy weight. "I get it," he said, his voice earnest. "I'll be more careful, I promise."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes drifting over his features, as if trying to read the sincerity of his words. Joe's heart was in his throat, hoping she could see the depth of his regret. Finally, she nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Deal, thank you," she said, taking a step towards him, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Leah told me to keep the money this time, but no more, I'm serious."

Joe chuckled, relieved. "Yes, ma'am," he said, kissing her back. "You know she called to chew me out?"

She laughed, a soft, genuine sound that filled the space between them. "Well, it worked, didn't it? I'm surprised she didn't just drive up here herself."

Joe chuckled, his arms still around her. "She can drive up here all she wants, I'm not letting her through. That's practically handing my ass up on a silver platter. No thanks," he said.

Her laugh grew stronger, the tension between them starting to unwind like a tightly wound coil. They stood in the entryway, Joe's heart thumping in his chest, her eyes searching his for any signs of doubt. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her mouth, hoping each touch would be a step closer to mending what had been broken.

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‣ vi x reader | arcane masterlist | 1.9k words | enemies to lovers, angst, not super fluffy but happy end, mentions of low self esteem

‣ you assumed she hated you, but maybe it goes deeper than that when a fight has you taking shelter in her childhood home

‣ welcome back vi lovers! the arcane s2 brainrot is here and im back from my hiatus! (i hope you enjoy i may be rough i haven't written in a while)

Vi was too reckless for her own good.

Self-sabotaging can only carry you through so much, her invisible trophy wall of each violent encounter growing by the day. It was frustrating to see her do this, and yet every time a splotch of bruises formed, or a new line of blood dirtied her cheek, the more her perseverance began to crack.

The pressure was abundant on her shoulders, you could practically feel it yourself. Whether she pulled you in, or you jumped yourself, the burden was also yours to carry.

Sometimes you wondered if she disliked you. A simple question of well-being, how are you, earned a chilling glare and passive aggressive comments she meticulously crafted to falter your ego. Maybe she thought you were too weak to understand her pain, or perhaps it was the way your concern pushed through whatever bite she spat at you.

Or maybe she just didn’t like you.

A bit ironic, seeing her sustainable relationship with the Enforcer from topside, the last person you would’ve thought her to be acquaintances with. And if you observed closer, Vi seemed to carry herself differently around her, this Caitlyn from Piltover.

Though, there was credit to give. Her marksmanship was unlike anyone you’d ever seen in the lanes. She was light on her feet and agile, shooting her targets with perfect precision. No wonder she bore a badge proudly.

And you were anything but a fighter. Maybe that’s why Vi looks at you the way she does. She’d marked you as a liability, vulnerable to the dangers of the world. It upset you, the way her nose scrunched up with her glares and cold shoulders.

Who was she to judge you anyway? Every time you choose violence, you come out broken and bloody, so what’s the point? Whatever. Screw her and her opinions. Who the fuck needs her anyway.

If only you’d fucked off when she told you to. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this mess. Here. In the ruins of Vi’s childhood home, with a bloody nose and bruised cheek. With Vi. Damn your determination to prove her wrong. Damn those thugs for surrounding her completely, for not giving her a second to get back up. There was no stopping what was to come, that was clear the moment your bags were strewn hastily to the ground and shouts were thrown at her perpetrators. A sock to the face immediately took to the ground. The punk wouldn’t stop pounding hits to your face. Damn you, Vi.

Your pain wasn’t for nothing when Vi dragged herself up and freed you from his grip, knocking his ass to the concrete with a bloodied lip. Your vision was blurry as she took off running with her fingers tight around your wrist. When you stopped to breathe is when you realized your surroundings, confirmed with a stone marked with the names Power and Violet.

The neon sign that previously towered over this ghost town had been toppled over and destroyed; half the foundations of the house torn to dust. The sight made you frown. The only remaining wall was to your left, sheltering a twin sized bed mattress with a tattered sheet on top. A groan to your side beckoned you to look over, watching as she shuffled to the mattress. In the distance, you could make out the faint echoes of yelling, the vast cliffs muffling the words together into a vague holler.

“It’s probably best to sleep here. They’re not gonna leave anytime soon.”

Vi grumbled, not missing the hint of annoyance coming from her. She was laying on her side now, back to you and arms circling her stomach. You didn’t respond, instead trudging over to the bed and stiffly laying down beside her, back slightly grazing hers.

Neither of you spoke a word.

It was hard to tell what she was feeling. She never was one to vocalize her thoughts, especially with you. With Caitlyn, maybe.

“...I didn’t need your help.”

Your shoulders tensed up.

“I had control of everything. You just messed it all up.”

The fabric of the thin sheets acted as a stress reliever as you gripped tighter and tighter.

“...What the hell was I supposed to do? Seriously,”

“Not interfere? Now we’re stuck here.”

Today was not the day to be dealing with her attitude. You were sore, bloody, and in the worst mood possible to be treated like this. It didn’t help that her words stung, the bitterness stabbing into your open wounds.

“Well, maybe don’t pick fights with a group of guys who are clearly bigger and stronger than you.”

She snapped her body up and looked down on you.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

You rolled over to your back, glaring up at her.

“They were clearly stronger than you! If I hadn’t shown up who knows what the fuck they would’ve done?”

“Oh yeah? And what good did you do? Take a few swings to the face?”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to be eye level.

“I mean, yeah?! If I hadn’t taken those punches, you would still be on that damn street!”

Vi mockingly put a hand over her heart. “My hero.”

“Fuck off.” You moved to shove her in the shoulder, but her hand snapped around your wrist. Her glare intensified, eyes turning sharp and nose scrunching up. All your anger drowned in a pool of nerves while her fingers tightened, the skin of your hand turning red. She leaned in uncomfortably close.

“You really wanna go there?”

Her eyes bore into yours, not faltering eye contact for even a second.

You could feel the tension in your neck beginning to ache. You would never win against her, but the thought was intoxicating. After a few quiet seconds, you yanked your wrist back, her fingers marking red indents into your skin.

She scoffed, nodding her head while moving away from you. “That’s what I thought.”

You wanted to beat her. You wanted to win, just once.

“What the fuck is your problem anyway.”

Her sharp eyes flickered to yours. It intimidated you every time, like she was the big bad bully in school, teeth grazing her lips as she fought back the retaliation.

You pushed through. “...All I’ve ever done was just try to help. Yet here you are, always pissed at me for no damn reason. What have I done to make you hate me so fucking much?”

Her eyebrows pinched together for a breath of a second. “...Huh?”

You threw your arms up, shuffling forward and standing from the cushion.

“Every single day, you treat me like I’m some helpless child, like I’m a fucking idiot who can’t do anything. I’m an adult, Vi. Just because I can’t fight doesn’t mean I can’t do anything, for fucks sake.”

She watched you pace throughout the empty house, her eyes heavy as lead. You huff.

“It’s like, every time I try to do anything, you look at me like I’m some stupid child who keeps messing up. I’m tired of it. Either tell me straight up or leave me alone.”

Your spine met stone as you slid down to the floor, her carved name above your head.

Pulling your knees up, your chin fell to your chest, arms dangling across your kneecaps to finally give your body some rest. Didn’t feel like a victory, but the weight of her burden dissipated just by a little. You’d never snapped back before, never given yourself the strength to stand up to her. Enough was enough. You can’t live like this anymore.

Vi remained quiet, whether she was debating on arguing or not, you didn’t care. The fight of sleep was winning, and your eyelids began to slowly surrender.

“...I wasn’t going to do anything, yknow.”

They snapped back open.

“Earlier, I mean. I wasn’t actually gonna hurt you.”

You don’t move to face her. Vi continues.

“I don’t hate you, you just,” She sighs. “You do things that confuse the fuck out of me, and frankly it pisses me off.”

You scoff. “Like what?��

“Like jumping into that fight. That was a dumbass move, and you know it.”

“Oh my god. How is that a dumbass move- I helped you out, didn’t I? Besides, I put myself there, why are you the one pissed off? I should be pissed off.”

“Yes. Yes, you should!” She stands up from the mattress to tower over you, her voice beginning to raise.

“You should be pissed off, because you got socked in the face and now, you’re stuck here. Why did you do that? That was so stupid.”

A pinch pulled your brows together. “Obviously I know what happened, I’m literally here. What point are you trying to get at?”

Vi shakes her head and runs a hand through her spiked, greasy hair.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe how dense you are.”

You watch as she saunters over to the same name engraved stone to slide down the rock, her knees knocking with yours. She’s silent for a moment as you stare at her profile, the hint of a smirk coming up her lips.

“It’s stupid of you to concern yourself with me. It’s my problem, not yours.”

You still didn’t get it.

“But why does that piss you off?”

She turns towards you now.

“I know what I’m capable of. I know what I’m getting into. You don’t. You walked into a fight that wasn’t yours to begin with, and in return, you got hurt.”

“So…you’re mad that I got punched in the face?”

A groan leaves her falling chin.

“I’m mad that you were there to begin with. I’m mad that you got hurt on my behalf, and I’m mad that you’re dragged into this mess. It’s my shit to deal with.”

She pauses to take a deep inhale. “And…I took my frustration out on you, and I’m sorry.”

The tensed muscles of anger faded from her apology, her eyes carrying a softness you’d never seen before. She was being genuine. Open. Vulnerable.

You sighed with her.

“Thank you.”

The quiet that fell over you two now was pleasant. It was nice seeing Vi like this, being used to her thirst for arguing. Your head leaned back against the rock as you let your eyelids close once more.

“How bad is it?”

Her fingers touch you softly before you peer up at her. She gazes at the blood smeared under your nose with a grimace, her pointer finger stroking the welt on your cheek.

“It’s fine. Could be worse.”

She shakes her head. “...It’s my fault you got hurt.”

You scoffed. “It’s completely mine. I’m the dumbass who jumped into a fight that wasn’t mine, remember?”

You smile at her despite the twang in your jaw. Her hand falls back to her side.

“My hero.”

Her lips upturned, the scar on her upper lip flashing itself at you. You don’t miss the way she falters for a moment, relishing the close proximity her face is to yours. Her fingers twitch by her thighs to touch your cheek again, but instead she smacks a hand on top of your head, gently ruffling your hair.

She stands up to make way back to the bed. “Come to bed. You need rest, too.”

You haven’t moved just yet, the whirlwind of her processing slowly in your brain. Your skin felt hot under your cheeks, but as you shakily stood up to join her, you found the burden of her turning into something else.

Vi was different, now. Good different. You liked this different. Laying down beside her on the mattress, you don’t turn away from her.

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Omg I hope I don’t sound sick but would you do Niki x Jake’s girlfriend (Jake is aware of it but dose mind because Niki is his makne)🤧

he knows - ni-ki x reader x jake

warnings: smut, nsfw, cheating, drinking alcohol, cursing, etc.

ni-ki always find it amusing how you act around him. you're polite and reserved with everyone else but with him, you were comfortable. he's the only person you ever spoke to and the only one who could make you laugh.

whenever he cracked a joke, you'd giggle behind your hand, your cheeks would turn pink and whenever he teases you or he'd throw subtle flirty remarks, you'd get all shy and quiet, looking anywhere but at him.

and whenever someone else tried to talk to you, you would just bow politely and walk away, sometimes outright ignoring them.

you had been rushing through the hallway so you could go home early when you accidentally bumped into someone.

"ah- sorry!" you winced, quickly bending down to pick up your fallen things.

you heard a warm chuckle along with pair of hands that helped you gather your belongings and when you looked up, you were met with a pair of kind, familiar eyes.

Sim Jaeyun.

he tilted his head with a curious expression. "oh?" he muttered, studying your face then his eyes lit up. "you're y/n, right?"

your heart skipped. "h-how…?"

jake grinned. "i think i saw your picture with ni-ki." he laughed.

your face heated up instantly. "ahh…"

"he told me lots of things, you know?"

you groaned playfully, shaking your head. "he must've called me ugly again, right?"

jake let out a short laugh before shaking his head. "but you're not, though..." he continued, "you're very pretty."

"wha- what?"

he smiled, completely unfazed by your flustered face.

this is jake sim... and he just called you pretty.

you knew jake is a flirt and it was just a simple compliment, but still, it feels really good to be called that every once in a while.

you laughed awkwardly, really unsure how to react.

"you should hang out with me sometime." he said, pulling out his phone and casually handing it to you.

you hesitated, staring at the device in his hands.

then he gave you that look... soft, expectant puppy eyes. it's actually unfair.

handsome boys just might be your weakness.

"...okay." you smiled, typing in your number.

now here you were, standing beside jake, looking all shy as he introduced you to the rest of their friend group.

you felt nervous, not because you weren't used to meeting new people but because these weren't just any people. these are THE people. heesung, jay, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki...

and judging by their curious smiles, you thought that they might be trying to figure out why jake, of all people, had chosen you.

i mean, he asked you out, he kept texting you, and not to mention, he's literally perfect... who are you to say no?

"my girlfriend, y/n." jake said smoothly and laughed shyly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

ni-ki barely heard the surprised "oohs" and teasing from the others because all he could do was to focus on you... how your cheeks turned red, how you avoided his eyes, and how you nervously fiddled with the hem of your sleeve.

since when?

since when did you start dating someone and why the hell was it jake?

"wait, i feel like i've heard that name before…"

jake nodded, "yeah, probably from ni-ki 'cause they're classmates."

"oh, that's right!"

you glanced at ni-ki, who's unusually quiet. he just stood there, staring at you and jake.

he smiled weakly and nodded at everyone before walking away.

then ni-ki didn't talk to you for days.

you weren't one to approach people first, and now you have a boyfriend… but ni-ki is your friend, you should at least check up on him, right?

you: hey, how are you?

no reply.

he wouldn't look at you, wouldn't say hi, and wouldn't acknowledge you at all.

plus you were super "shy" to push it further.

is he upset?

you sighed, the ache in your ribs refusing to go away, it pressed against your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

you pulled one hand out and rubbed your chest, fingers pressing over your heart like that would somehow ease the strange, suffocating feeling inside.

after class, you stood by your locker, stuffing books into your bag when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you chose to ignore it.

another tap.

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes but can't help to smile a little bit. you didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, you guessed he probably stopped acting nonchalant.

another tap.

"ni-ki!" you said excitingly, but instead of ni-ki, you found yourself staring at your wide-eyed classmate holding out your pencil case.

"you- you left this in class!" he stammered before shoving it into your hands then ran away.

the hallway got dead silent. dozens of eyes were staring at you, some students whispering, and others were just staring.

your stomach dropped and then, just when you thought the situation couldn't get worse, you caught sight of ni-ki who had stopped in his tracks after hearing his name from your mouth. he's just a few feet away, staring at you awkwardly.

a confused look appeared across his face for a second. then he scoffed, smiling widely before walking away.

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your pencil case. you shook your head and lightly bashed your head into your locker. "that's so embarrassing..."

later, you were staring at everyone's pictures stuck to the fridge.

you were just waiting for jake to finish getting dressed, when someone opened fridge door beside you, nearly making you jump.

ni-ki.

he didn't acknowledge you, he just grabbed a bottle of water and cracked it open, like you weren't even standing right there.

you pouted. he's so rude.

and when you turned to look at him again, you realized he was already watching you, even as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

your heart skipped then you quickly looked away, suddenly feeling nervous.

he smirked and before you could even process it, he was already stepping closer.

"hey…" you greeted, still nervous.

ni-ki then leaned in tilting his head before he kissing you slow and passionate as if he was savoring you. his lips were cold from the water, but he tasted so good, it's so right.

when he pulled away, the sound of your lips parting was loud, sexy, and intimate.

then you looked at his eyes, you started panting.

you panicked at the sound of footsteps approaching. you shoved ni-ki away, your face burning as you ran outside.

he watched you disappear with an amused smirk on his lips.

he turned back to the fridge just as jake walked in.

"where's y/n?" jake asked, adjusting his watch.

ni-ki grabbed another bottle of water and popped the cap off before shrugging, "i don't know."

you avoided everyone after that.

it was wrong. all wrong.

why did he do it?

and it's also wrong that you're thinking about it while on a karaoke date with your boyfriend.

"jake, i have to tell you something…"

he smiled. "hold on, i gotta sing this."

then started singing while looking at you, his voice warm and full of energy. he was so sweet, it made you want to cry.

it's always fun with him.

and on the way home, jake couldn't stop talking to you in English, excitedly rambling about random things. "i like that i have someone like you who i could talk to about this." he said, joked that he was tired of speaking with his friends.

you laughed softly. "well, i'm happy to listen."

jake smiled before tilting his head. "is it true? i remember ni-ki saying something like you don't like anyone touching you?"

you heart raced hearing his name but you forced yourself to stay calm.

"no, not really." you replied. "but it's not that i don't like it. i guess i just like it better when i'm really comfortable with someone."

jake stopped walking and stared at you. "look at you…"

you blinked. "huh?"

"you're already opening up to me."

you chuckled after feeling the warmth in his voice then he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

you smiled weakly.

"i gotta warn you," he grinned. "i'm really clingy."

then you laughed, letting yourself be in this moment with him that you actually forgot about what happened with you and ni-ki.

you were hanging out with everyone but you only had your eyes on jake. you were laughing weakly, hands tracing his arm as you leaned into him. his touch was warm, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

ni-ki sat quietly across the room, watching. his jaw was getting tighter the longer he observe.

he had been patient, biting his tongue, but when you nearly stumbled forward in your drunken state, only for Jake to catch you with an amused chuckle, ni-ki finally had enough.

"hyung," he said abruptly, standing from his seat. "she needs to go home."

you blinked, your laughter fading as you turned to look at him and alcohol made it hard to focus but you still managed to send him a hazy glare, eyes narrowing.

jake frowned as he glanced at ni-ki. "oh, is that so?" he raised a brow, clearly entertained by ni-ki's sudden concern.

ni-ki didn't back down, he wasn't playing games. "yeah." he said, his tone unwavering. "she's too drunk."

jake gave him a confused look. you're with him, your boyfriend. so what?

"hey, woman. should i tell your mom you're drinking?" ni-ki asked you.

then jake chuckled, brushing his fingers soothingly over your back. "okay," he murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "i'll come see you tomorrow, alright?"

ni-ki exhaled through his nose, stepping forward as if ready to take you himself. jake noticed but didn't react, only smiling softly as he helped you up.

and since he's too drunk as well, he asked ni-ki for help.

he held your arm carefully. "take care of my girl." he said lightly, as if provoking ni-ki.

but ni-ki didn't respond, he just led you forward. he sighed, adjusting his grip on you as you swayed slightly against him.

it was cold outside so you were practically glued to him, your fingers clutching at his sleeve because if felt like you'd float away if you let go.

why did jake let you drink this much?

"ni-ki..." you called out, "kiss me again." you said suddenly, soft but insistent.

ni-ki stiffened, halting for a moment. his grip on your arm tightened as he let out a slow breath. "you're drunk," he muttered.

"i can't stop thinking about it..." you admitted, stopping in your tracks and looking up at him with big, glossy eyes.

he clenched his jaw, clearly fighting himself. "you'll never ask or tell me that when you're sober, right?" he smiled.

you giggled, leaning closer, swaying again. "because i'm smart when i'm sober."

ni-ki scoffed, rolling his eyes. "right. and you're real dumb right now, huh?"

and instead of answering, you grabbed at his sleeve again, tugging like a stubborn child. He groaned, clearly exasperated, but there was no real bite to it.

"stop moving so much," he muttered.

but you just pouted at him. "kiss me," you whined, repeating your words.

ni-ki let out a long sigh, like he was actually debating whether to listen to you or throw you over his shoulder and carry you home.

but he gave in, leaning down and pressing a long, firm kiss to your forehead.

you wanted it on the lips but you immediately melted, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your arms around his waist. his arms came around you too, pulling you in even closer.

next day in class, you were back to being yourself again, as if you hadn't been all cheeky, clingy, and asking ni-ki for a kiss last night.

he leaned back in his chair, watching you from across the room as you quietly wrote in your notebook, acting like nothing had happened.

he got up, grabbed a chair, and dragged it beside your desk, resting his head on the surface. "why are you still here?" he asked.

"i'm waiting for jake." you answered simply, not looking up.

ni-ki rolled his eyes before he pulled out his phone and texted jake.

ni-ki: she's waiting for you.

jake: omg, i forgot. my head still hurts.

clicking his tongue, ni-ki set his phone down and looked at you. you were still writing, completely unaware. "you look dumb."

you laughed it off, brushing off his bluntness like you always did.

"do you wanna go to our house? he's there."

you paused before finally looking up at him. "he's… not coming, is he?"

ni-ki nodded. "sorry."

you shook your head quickly, forcing a smile. "it's fine. not your fault. i've got things to do anyway."

he reached out and gave you a quick pat on the head. you blinked up at him in surprise.

"let's eat then i'll walk you home."

"huh?" you hesitated, blinking up at him.

he laughed. "you're gonna sit here all day looking dumb?"

you glared at him. "i said i have things to do."

ni-ki raised an eyebrow. "yeah? like what?"

you opened your mouth, then closed it, unable to come up with anything convincing.

"come on. let's go."

you pretended to think about it for a moment before finally standing up. "fine." you said, grabbing your things.

later that night, as you lay in your bed, your phone rang with an incoming call. it's jake.

"hello?"

"did you get home safely?" he asked, yawning because he just woke up.

you sighed softly. "yeah, ni-ki walked me home."

there was a pause before jake let out a small scoff. "ni-ki… that kid…"

you frowned. "what?"

"he's not gonna take you away from me, right?"

your eyes widened slightly. "that's ridiculous..." you muttered, your voice quieter than you expected.

jake hummed. "i should confront him."

"wha-"

"i'm kidding, i love that guy..." he laughed. he added, "i miss you..."

you rolled onto your side. "i wish that was true."

jake laughed again, a little softer this time. "of course it's true. i'll make it up to you, i gotta go now."

you chuckled. "okay, bye."

he hung up, leaving you staring at your screen.

he's not gonna take you away from me, right?

you pulled out your phone and typed a message.

you: i should thank you.

ni-ki: hell yeah.

ni-ki: jk, it's good :p

you smiled, shaking your head.

you: you want coffee or something?

ni-ki: what's the something?

you: anything you want.

then moment passed before he responded.

ni-ki: bet. see you.

you stared at your screen for a while, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you sighed, locking your phone.

and when you and ni-ki were finally alone, he quickly shut the door behind him, locking it with a soft click.

you watched as he took off his jacket, tossing it aside. you gulped, "so- so… do you want something?" you asked, your chest rising and falling with excitement and anticipation as he slowly walked closer.

"yeah, i want this…" he panted, cupping your cheeks before pressing his lips to yours.

you gasped against his mouth, your hands gripping onto his arms as you kissed him back. the familiar warmth of him, the way he tasted, the way he held you, it made your stomach flutter.

"i miss you, ni-ki." you murmured between kisses, barely pulling away before diving back in.

then he smiled against your lips. "i miss you too." he whispered, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. "you should say that more." he added.

you moaned softly in response, fingers tightening around the fabric of his sleeves.

this was so wrong.

your body was longing for ni-ki.

his hands began to wander as he pressed his body on top of yours, you could feel how much he wanted you with the evidence of his arousal hard against your thigh.

"ni-ki," you whimpered, tilting your head as his lips trailed down your neck. he nipped and sucked, but not enough to leave marks.

"we shouldn't..."

"we- we shouldn't." he repeated, continuing his kisses on your skin as his hips began to grind against yours. the pleasure in the friction made you roll your eyes, hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

ni-ki's hands slid down to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he picked up the pace. you bit your lip to hold back a moan while feeling yourself growing wet already.

it felt so good, his strong body pinning you down.

"i want you," he panted, the movement of his hips were stuttering.

you nodded breathlessly, too far gone to protest.

he lifted you up slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist which you did so eagerly, the new position allowing him to grind harder against your clothed cunt.

his thick bulge rubbed against you with each roll of his hips, you squeezed your eyes shut, really overwhelmed by sensation.

you were both groaning, moaning, and panting now, completely lost in the heat of the moment. his lips found yours again and you gave him sloppy kisses.

all thoughts of wrongdoing were forgotten because it was replaced by the all-consuming need to have ni-ki closer.

ni-ki adjusted his grip, one hand sliding between your bodies to palm at his straining erection through his pants. he groaned on his own touch, bucking into his hand.

"i'm gonna cum like this."

"hmm, i can't wait." he replied, kissing you.

your hips rolled shamelessly against him as you feel the pressure building, very tight in your core.

he was really going to make you cum just from this. just from dry humping him.

"ni-ki," you called out his name, fingers clutching at his shoulders. "i'm gonna-"

he panted, picking up the pace then he quickly slid his fingers in your underwear and started moving his hand skillfully.

"cum, y/n... i wanna feel you." his words pushed you over the edge and you came with a silent scream, convulsing in his arms, creaming all over his hands and you could feel the wet heat of it, soaking through the fabric of your pants.

for a moment, you just clung to him, coming down from your high.

then ni-ki had to go to the bathroom for a good five minutes. probably jerked off because he came out with a tired arm.

you both avoided his eyes, the reality of what you'd just done sinking in but ni-ki didn't seem to care, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead.

then you tried. you really did.

you rehearsed it in your head a dozen times, thinking of every possible way to say it. to tell jake the truth about you and ni-ki, about what's been happening.

but every time you tried, jake never gave you the chance.

you took a deep breath, gripping the hem of your sweater while sitting beside him.

you swallowed. just say it.

"jake, i need to talk to you about something." you started, voice steady despite the way your heart pounded.

he would interrupt you before you could even get another word out. asking about what to call each other, "do you prefer love? baby?"

"jake-"

his hands trailed up and down your sides, "ugh, it's been so busy lately, it’s driving me crazy."

your heart clenched.

"you love me, right?"

"what?"

he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of affection, it's making you feel so guilty you thought you might drown in it. "you love me," he repeated, more certain this time. "so whatever it is you're stressing about, it doesn't matter. we're good."

the courage to tell him was gone.

but ni-ki could tell something was off, jake was being distant.

they're really close, so he noticed right away how jake would leave the moment he would join them and how he barely acknowledged him. it wasn't obvious to everyone else, but ni-ki could tell.

though others noticed jake acting strange too but they brushed it off, not thinking too much about it.

does he know?

ni-ki's chest tightened at the thought.

he might be an adult now, taller than most of them, stronger even but these were still his friends, his brothers and despite everything, he still felt scared sometimes.

fuck.

the house was loud. music, laughters, banters and clatters of bottles as they knocked against the table.

some of the guys were already wasted, slurring their words, and their voices were overlapping each others as they rambled about the dumbest things.

jake is really really drunk, his head was already resting against the couch but still grinning as he took another drink.

somehow everyone ended up talking about relationships, sharing stories, teasing each other about past flings, you know, the usual drunk banter.

"bro, i mean..." he started, voice slightly slurred but still clear enough for everyone to hear, "fucking your friend's girl behind their back is really crazy, right?"

the room fell silent.

whatever's happening, all of it died instantly. everyone exchanged glances, awkwardly moving in their seats.

"why- what are you even saying?" Heesung laughed, his eyes were darting around the room as if trying to gauge the situation.

jake let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "i'm just kidding!" he grinned, waving his hand dismissively.

the others forced out laughs too, brushing it off as another one of jake's drunken jokes but some were annoyed that he had to kill the vibe.

then the conversation slowly picked back up, though the energy wasn't quite the same.

ni-ki didn't laugh. he didn't even move.

and when jake and ni-ki were the only ones left in the kitchen.

he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before finally speaking. "hyung…"

jake scoffed, not even sparing him a glance. "what do you want, asshole?"

ni-ki clenched his jaw. jake's mad and he wanted to be mad too, he wants to throw something, to say something that would make jake lash out at him just so they could get this over with.

"i'm sorry." he said. that's all he could say.

jake let out a cold laugh. "keep that sorry and don't talk to me."

ni-ki swallowed, staring at him, searching for something. jake didn't look drunk anymore. he looked sharp and clear-headed like he had been waiting for this moment.

"you know i liked her first, right?" ni-ki said quietly.

jake went silent.

he had known before even meeting you. before anything had even started.

but he only smirked. "i guess you're too slow, ni-ki." he said, adding, "she's not leaving me so you should probably leave her alone."

"i can't."

jake knew. he knew what happened in this kitchen, he saw the way you looked at ni-ki when you thought no one was watching, he also knew what you've been trying to tell him and the truth was, he thought he didn't mind because he also loves ni-ki.

he believed and hoped that maybe you'd grow to love him the same way but i guess it's exhausting, and it's gonna hurt all of you if he let it continue.

"fuck you." he walked away, leaving ni-ki standing right there with his heart pounding and his head spinning.

jake was laying on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your waist while you were playing with his hair.

he was talking about something, one of his usual dumb stories where you wouldn't stop laughing.

"that's so stupid." you giggled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

he is stupid, cuddling, laying on his cheating girlfriend's chest...

jake started propping himself up, his eyes met yours and then he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

it was the first time he had ever truly kissed you. "jake?"

he didn't answer. his lips trailed down, pressing aggressive kisses to your neck, tightening his grip on your waist.

"j- jake…" you said as you tried to pull away.

"is this how ni-ki does it?"

your entire body tensed.

you pushed him slightly, sitting up with your heart hammering through your chest.

jake scoffed, he was angry, frustrated and... hurt. he leaned in to kiss you again.

and when he felt you weren't kissing him back, he pulled away with a quiet sigh.

"what did i do to deserve this?" he asked you.

you swallowed hard, tears forming in your eyes. "nothing. you did nothing…"

he forced a small smile and reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "sorry, y/n. i-"

you grabbed his hand, holding it tightly while tears slipping past your lashes. "no, i'm sorry..."

you didn't know what else to say. jake hugged you.

maybe it was your fault for saying yes in the first place and for letting things get this far despite loving ni-ki.

maybe it was ni-ki's fault for being a coward and only realizing what he wanted after he saw you in someone else's arms.

or maybe it was jake's own fault for falling for you despite knowing his friend had already set his heart on you.

he hugged you tighter, afraid that if he let go, you'd slip away completely.

jake took you somewhere, a quiet place with a beautiful view where you talked, you laughed, and where things felt okay.

then ni-ki showed up.

"hyung?" ni-ki called out, his voice was uncertain and despite calling his friend, his eyes locked with yours.

jake sighed, patting ni-ki's back with a chuckle. "you're so late."

"hyung…"

"it's okay, idiot. you go get her." he said, adding. "i'll leave you two."

ni-ki sat on the edge of the bench, his hands were resting on your waist as you stood between his legs, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

he looked at you, unsure. "y- you're mine now, right?"

you nodded without hesitation.

relief washed over his face and he let out a quiet breath before resting his forehead against your shoulder. "ni-ki,"

he hummed.

"sorry for letting you go through that situation." you apologized.

ni-ki leaned back to look at you, "sorry too…" he cupped your cheek, tilting your face slightly before giving you a kiss. and when he pulled back, he brushed your hair away from your face. ni-ki stared for a moment, taking you in, your eyes, your lips, the way you looked at him now compared to before.

you ducked your head and buried your face in his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him again because you felt suddenly shy.

ni-ki chuckled at your reaction, his hands sliding around your back to hold you even closer.

he was already mentally preparing himself to be the other guy. like, really ready to sneak around and everything but luckily, jake is smart.

"you know," he laughed, "i figured i would have to be all stealthy, careful and sneaking out the back door but he figured it out right away." he said, joking.

you groaned in disbelief, burying your face in your hands.

"oh my god..."

a/n: ni-ki is a snake T T and i hate y/n here. this was painful (cause i don't want to hurt jake) but fun to write (might not be what i was asked so forgive me!) i didn't go crazy with the smut, i hope you'll still like it <3

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honeyshiddendesire · 3 months ago

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Cold Carrots

Warnings: trouble/mentions of infertility, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of menstrual cycles, Law being an overprotective wacko lol FLUFF and maybe some ANGST

Summary: more dad headcanons

🥕 So everyone in these Headcanons had a smooth run but why not make it more realistic!

🥕 So despite his devil fruit what if he struggled with weak and low sperm count. Both of you banging raw for yearssss!

🥕 When you tell him you're pregnant all he replies with is a simple "I know. You missed your period weeks ago" So much for a cutesy announcement lol

🥕 Yes Law is beyond ecstatic but because of his weak sperm he tries to remain neutral incase of the sad chance your child doesn't last in the womb.

🥕 But your unborn child has your strong will and his stubborn attitude and takes wonderfully.

🥕 Because this is the first time his sperm has actually took expect him to be super OVERPROTECTIVE!!

🥕 Honestly you should've known that he knew you were pregnant since he didn't let you out of his sight.

🥕He needs CONSTANT reassurance that you and the baby are okay. He worries double than the usual amount

🥕 Works harder but less if that makes sense lol

🥕Like the man will not pause for food breaks just to finish as much as possible so he can hurry up and get back to you

🥕BUTTTT!!! You have prenatal anxiety which causes you to forget to eat which makes him remember to eat so that you eat lol (that's a mouthful lol)

🥕 Will make you the most nutritious foods, snacks, teas and drinks all throughout the day

🥕 Since he knows the human body well, him and Zoro are massage kings. Except unlike Zoro he won't get handsy as fast lol

🥕 Does all the ultrasounds and checkups don't even tell him no or he'll throw a fit lol

🥕 Best believe he delivers his own baby lol

🥕 When the baby is delivered and he feels the weight of his little bundle of joy in his arms he finally gives a sigh of relief.

🥕 After you have the first hour of skin to skin as mother and child then Law will also do the same knowing that it's also important for father and child as well for bonding.

🥕Will totally slip the baby inside of his sweater against his bare chest and zip it up to keep the baby warm

🥕If you so much as see a tear leave his eyes then no you didn't lol

🥕 If you do mention the tears then he'll come up with some sassy response, "Oh please of course I'm crying it's a biological response when one holds their own child from the first time."

🥕 I can see his favorite picture of the baby would be when you fall asleep the first night shes born and the baby opens her eyes to stare at him.

🥕 Even though she first opened her eyes to look at Law he will deny it just so he can see your excitement in the morning when the baby looks at you and you think it's the first time

🥕 As much as he likes being right there's some things that aren't worth debating especially seeing how happy you looked when you shed some tears at her pretty eyes opening

🥕 Since his sperm was weak he wouldn't expect another kid, nor would he think it was possible so he would be one of those parents to make all the little crafts.

🥕 Paintings with the baby's hands and feet, or the ceramics of her feet that you hang on the wall or his desk all sorts of things.

🥕 Has a bunch of pictures of you and the baby but probably has more with her and Bepo lol they're just so cute lol

🥕 Bepo will take the baby for naps so you and Law can have a moment to relax and since the baby thinks Bepo is a walking blanket you both have no issues with him and your child

🥕 Law is supportive if you breastfeed or if you need formula for the baby but if you do breastfeed he will share a bunch of recipes that help with production.

🥕If you just pump and don't breastfeed then he will take over all nighttime feedings for you with no worry.

🥕Diaper changing is easy for the man, any bodily fluids will be no match for the pirate surgeon

🥕 Would totally bring the baby with him into his office so you could rest or do whatever it is you want to do

🥕 Prioritizes your mental health probably the most out of all the girl dads because he understands the chemical response that pregnancy and hormones can cause.

🥕 LOVES your changed body but if you ever feel insecure he will know all the right exercises that will help you get fit will also preventing strain on your body that just endured labor.

🥕 He's always had issues of when to call an end to his work and go to you in bed but now he doesn't mind leaving his office to cuddle you and his baby to sleep.

🥕Follows all the rules of when and what to introduce your baby. Will only pick the best fruits and vegetables to offer to her

🥕 Will panic like you've never seen before when months pass and shes not eating any food for him. He tries everything, even going against his own wishes of adding a sprinkle of sugar to some carrots that he made

🥕 Totally wants to give up and wait another year until shes ready but one morning walks into the kitchen to see you feeding your daughter carrots.

🥕 "Don't worry Law it just takes some trail and error." You tell him and he gasps in shock. "How! How did you?" Law will ask as he watches your daughter smile and babble away. You laugh and explain that she only likes her veggies cold, no matter the sugar he adds to them it still doesn't compare to the yummy taste of it being chilled. "Guess she's like me. I lovvvve cold carrots." You laugh and Law will smile as he looks at the both of you. Yeah she was definitely like you.

🥕 Will sneak a picture of you feeding the baby for the first time that she actually enjoys it, her smile wide and toothless, skin orange with mashed carrots smeared all over, chunky fingers wiggling in happiness.

🥕 It was moments like these that he didn't mind one bit not being King of the Pirates

🥕 Teaches your daughter to read early on and is excited to see how smart she is.

🥕 First word is totally Bepo lol dont fight me on this

🥕Next word is 'captain' for sure lol can totally see her looking at Law and being like "Captain!" Law's face would pale as you and the crew burst out laughing. "Dammit." He'll sigh as he runs a hand along his face as you pat his back

🥕 Will try to play it cool when she finally shouts a happy 'daddy' upon seeing him after he leaves for a few days. You and Bepo would deny that you constantly said it all day for days lol

🥕 You will catch him in his office having conversations with her but its just random babbles mixed in with a few words that she's learned lol "Baba dada bado dobadee daddy" Law would push up his reading glasses with a head nod and write in his note pad as if he's taking down notes like a therapist. "Then what happened dear." He'll say back and it would take everything in your power not to burst out laughing as you hear her continue on.

🥕 Will try and help with her hair and outfit choices but he has no fashion sense when it comes to his princess. Her hair will look like a rats net but he makes up for it with cute accessories that he buys her.

🥕 Will leave the outfits to you but takes control of the training

🥕 Without a doubt buys her play doctor sets after he gave her a real set and discovered the horror of all her dolls being pried open as if she was preforming heart surgery.

🥕 Plays doctor with her as much as possible "Daddy tweezers!" "Yes doctor. Tweezers!" "Scalpel!" "Scalpel doctor!" Her gasp as she performs her surgery makes you hold in a giggle. "Gauze! Gauze stat! We have a torn artery!" Law wants to jump for joy at her naming correct organs and tools but takes his role as a doctor seriously even if it is playtime. "I'll page the other doctors right away."

🥕 Gets her a lab coat lol

🥕 Your daughter takes to all thinks medicine and Law just eats it up lol

🥕 Since they live on the submarine your daughter also turns out to love marine life which Law fuels her passion of course by getting her as many books as he can. He thinks she'll be a vet but he doesn't worry as long as she's happy and flourishing.

🥕 Your daughter gets his brains, your strong willed attitude and Law's stubborn spunk which makes for a whirlwind as she gets older.

🥕 When your daughter gets her period he will literally put a hand to your shoulder and say , "Don't worry I got this."

🥕 Will have no issue with the menstrual cycle/ puberty discussion UNTIL he mentions how often it happens

🥕 You'll walk back in hearing lots of crying and see Law in a panic lol "I know it sucks baby but the cool thing is~ daddy will buy you all the chocolate, ice cream and steak you want!"

🥕 Every bathroom on the Polar Tang is stocked lol even gives his little girl an emergency kit in a cute discreet bag

🥕 Will teach your daughter to use a sword but its not her thing unfortunately

🥕 As his daughter studies all her books she will snack on cold carrots and other raw vegetables and still it makes Law smile remembering his little baby.

🥕 When his daughter is around 13 you announce that you 're pregnant with another and Law practically faints. It was a miracle to have his daughter with his weak sperm but now years later you give him another miracle?! Yeah expect him to pass out.

🥕 Your daughter totally gets jealous hearing that she'll have to share her father. Then enters the MOODY TEEN PHASE.

🥕 Despite her moody attitude to your pregnancy Law tries his hardest to always be there for the both of you.

🥕 His usual office buddy now holes herself up in her room but Law will knock on her door with a plate of her favorite veggies "Hey princess. I brought you a snack and a new book I thought you'd like it." As stubborn as she is she can't say no to her father she loves him too much

🥕 Those stubborn guards around her heart will crumble when she holds her little brother for the first time.

🥕 As much as Law and you want to hold the baby you have to pry it from her hands lol that's her baby now

🥕 (sidenote if your teens aren't compassionate for their family members then I feel sad for y'all 😭 cause my teenage nieces and nephews are the sweetest ppl you'll ever meet)

🥕 Your daughter will be caught holding her brother every chance she gets. Feeding him and dressing him up but will totally pass the baby off to her dad when it's time for a diaper change

🥕 Law now has two office buddy's lol

🥕 Totally gets her brother to like cold Carrots too and as she feeds her baby brother with a 13 year age difference, Law can't help but snap a photo to add to his collection

🥕 Law didn't think he'd have a son 13 years after his daughter but he definitely didn't think that same son would go and marry one of Kid's daughters

🥕 Totally gets backed into an alliance with Luffy and Eustass but what can you do?

When you have little carrot cuties as adorable as his how can you say no to anything that involves them?

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𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝—𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: You and Changbin have a deal that everytime the both of you want to get off some steam, you know who to call. The rules were simple. No strings attached. Only fucking. And damn, that was perfect...

Warnings: Mention of academic validation. Smut🔞 Friends with benefits (to lovers at the end), unprotected, rough sex, Bin's cock too big, size kink(?), praising, dirty talk, pet names (doll, baby, princess), name calling (slut. But only once), oral (f. receiving), fingering, overtsim(?), squirting, creampie, cum play(?).

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: Academic validation is my best friend but also my worst enemy. With the stress I'm going through because of college, I felt like writing this. I'd like a rough fuck as a distraction ngl.

And this is probably the filthiest one shots I've written so far— LMFAO.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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You stared at your test paper as if it had personally insulted you, which it kinda did, the big red circle with a "C-" looking right back at you cruelly.

You had put weeks, as in WEEKS of hard work for this test only for you to get a grade that felt like a slap in the face.

The dull ache behind your eyes only intensified as you crumpled the test paper in your fist, a confirmation that no matter how much effort you put in, it never seemed to be enough.

Dragging your bag over your shoulder, you walked briskly out of the lecture hall, dodging classmates who threw each other pitying or triumphant glances. They didn’t get it. They couldn’t.

You had been running yourself ragged with late-night study sessions, caffeine-fueled breakdowns, and an endless loop of second-guessing. All of it for this.

Once you were back at your apartment, you tossed your bag onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. The air felt heavy, suffocating almost.

You needed release, a distraction—something, anything, to snap you out of the vortex of self-doubt threatening to pull you under.

As if he could hear your thoughts, the need for a distraction, your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bin: Wanna fuck?

You playfully scoffed at the screen. His message straightforward as always. You both had been friends for a very long time and you made a deal one night after being dared to kiss during a party, that if in need of blowing off some steam, you knew who to call.

The kiss had your knees weak that you initiated this idea to Changbin—as a joke—but he agreed to it without a second thought. And since that day, whenever either of you needed a quick distraction or are super horny, you were there for eachother.

What an awesome agreement right?

Me: Sure. my place or yours?

Bin: Mine. Be here in 30?

Me: See you soon.

Thirty minutes later, You arrived at his place wearing a hoodie and leggings, the picture of casual. You rang the bell and the moment Changbin opened the door, the tension in the air was palpable.

His eyes scanned you briefly, his lips curving into that familiar smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

Changbin opened the door wider to let you in, he was wearing a tank top and grey sweatpants. Closing the door, he sunk back into his large plush sofa, exhaling sharply.

"Bad day?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah. Accidentally deleted a file that contained a comeback track. Chan's not pissed but I'm disappointed." He said, cracking his knuckles.

You frowned, stepping inside and kicking off your sneakers. “Damn, Bin, that sucks. Did you try recovering it?”

He shook his head, running a hand through his dark hair. “I did, but it’s gone for good."

You made your way over to him, plopping down beside him. "I'm sorry," you said softly, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"You're tense." He murmured looking at you, his voice low, soothing, recognizing the slight difference from your usual voice.

Your throat tightened as you wanted to shrug it off, to bury yourself in the comfort of this arrangement without delving into the emotions clawing at your chest. But Changbin wasn’t letting you hide tonight.

“Talk to me,” he urged, his fingers falling ever so slightly on your waist.

“It’s just…” Your voice cracked, and you looked away, shame flooding your chest. “I’m so tired, Bin. I worked so hard, and I still couldn't get a good grade. It never feels like enough. It’s like no matter what I do, I can’t catch a break.”

His expression softened, his brow furrowing as he cupped your face gently, forcing you to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly, “A red ink on paper doesn't define who you are. Don't be so hard on yourself.”

You blinked up at him, stunned by the sincerity in his voice. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were here for distraction, for release, not to be seen so deeply. But Changbin had a way of disarming you without even trying.

You nodded wordlessly, and something in his gaze shifted. The heat was still there, smouldering just beneath the surface, but it was wrapped in a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“We both had a bad day today I guess,” you said, attempting to brush away the tingling sensation.

“True that,” Bin scoffed, turning away from you for a second.

“Wanna get that frustration out?” you asked, your tone shifting to something more suggestive.

Changbin’s smirk returned, this time sharper, darker. “You offering, princess?”

You leaned closer, your fingers trailing higher up his thigh. “Always.”

In a flash, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap. You gasped, straddling him as his hands gripped your hips firmly, his touch possessive. His dark eyes bore into yours, his frustration melting into something far more primal.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Let me return the favour.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours, the kiss rough and hungry. His hands slid under your hoodie, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes raking over your exposed skin. “You’re gorgeous.”

You barely had time to feel flustered before he claimed your lips again, his hands roaming your body, leaving trails of fire as he unclasped your bra, revealing your breasts to the cool air.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Normally you'd fight back, but today you obeyed, feeling your own arousal taking over so fast.

You really needed this distraction.

You stood before him as he tugged your leggings and underwear down in one motion, leaving you completely bare.

Changbin leaned back, his eyes darkening as he took you in. Already fucking you in his head as his gaze never left your pretty pussy.

"What a sight," he said, his voice rough like distant thunder. “Now, come here.”

You climbed back into his lap, your bare skin against his clothed body sending shivers through you. Before he even let you breathe, his mouth closed around your tipping nipple and sucked it, your head fell back gripping on his shoulders.

He played with your breasts, sucking and kneading them with his big hands, making your needy core grind against his clothed bulge. He released the bud with a pop, and pulled you down, crushing his mouth on yours again, slower this time.

“Feel that?” he growled against your lips. “That’s what you do to me.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips against him, the friction making you ache for more. “Bin, please…”

He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to cup your ass, guiding your movements. “What do you need, princess? Tell me.”

“Fuck me.” You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Changbin swifted you instantly, pressing your back against the sofa as he removed his tank top and slid off his pants. Your eyes trailed every detail of his muscular body, strong biceps and soft torso, the hint of dark hair going further down towards his…

Holy shit.

His huge cock jutted up, hard, leaking pre cum. And THICK. So thick, that it was impossible to take him without prep.

Changbin smirked at the look on your face as your gaze stayed glued to his shaft. His confidence was palpable, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he leaned down over you, caging you beneath his frame, making you swallow hard with anticipation.

His hands slid between your thighs, spreading you open, and a soft gasp escaped your lips when his fingers pressed against your slick heat. He chuckled darkly.

“Already so wet for me.”

“Changbin,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He positioned above you, aligning himself at your entrance. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your folds, and your body tensed. You bucked your hips upwards but Changbin wasn't gonna let you have him that fast.

He knew your body, how it strained to take his girth. And damn he's going to have dessert first. A sweet treat for the bad day right?

Instead of pushing himself inside your aching, needy pussy, he trailed downwards, making a path of hot, wet, open mouth kisses down your body, sucking on your breasts and leaving purplish red marks behind.

Your fingers went through his hair guiding him to give you more. When he reached your core, glistening and clenching around nothing, his warm breath fanned over your velvet folds, making you shiver.

"Relax for me, doll." Bin murmured, his voice low and soothing.

He placed a kitten kiss on your clit—gosh, always so respectful—his tongue swiped through your folds, slow and deliberate, as he pushed two fingers.

Your walls clenched him instantly, the sensation was overwhelming, making you arch your back. The heat of his mouth and the stretch of his fingers combining to ignite every nerve in your body.

“Fuck, Bin,” you gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue circled your clit with precision.

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. “That’s it,” he said, pulling back briefly to look up at you. His dark eyes were molten, his lips glistening with your slick juices.

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Your head fell back as his mouth latched onto you again, his fingers curling inside to hit that spot that made you cry out. His free hand slid up your body, gripping your waist firmly, keeping you anchored as you writhed beneath him. He was basically making out with your sloppy cunt.

So sweet and dripping so much just for him, Changbin's forehead beaded with sweat as he focused on your needy pearl, sucking and swirling and finger fucking you till you were whimpering.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging them as the pressure built inside you. “Changbin, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cut you off, his voice commanding. His tongue ruthlessly circled and sucked on your clit that made you squirm and tear erratic moans out of your throat.

The coil in your stomach tightened further as his fingers sped up, his mouth relentless against your pulsing bud. The pleasure crested like a tidal wave, and when it crashed over you, it left you trembling and gasping his name.

Bin didn’t stop right away. His movements slowed to guide you through the aftershocks until your body went limp beneath him. He let you calm down after the high of your first orgasm, your pussy so wet, tight and perfect, he couldn't wait till it wrapped around him.

When his fingers left you, you whimpered at the loss, but the sight of him stroking his cock with your slick arousal, made your breath catch.

Bin smirked mischievously, his chin and lips glistening with your essence, your eyes glassy with need, both your minds fogged and consumed with lust.

“Think you’re ready for me now?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he leaned over you, his face inches from yours. He slapped the angry tip of his cock against your nub, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You squirmed and nodded beneath him, biting your lip as the anticipation built.

"Will you let me stretch this tight pussy, doll?" he murmured, his tone dark and teasing, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your voice betrayed your need. "Please, Bin… I need you.”

“Yeah?” he taunted, his cock sliding through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. “You want me to fill you up? This little cunt can take all of me right?”

You whimpered, your hips bucking up to meet him. “I can. Please.”

He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Such a greedy little thing,” he growled, positioning himself at your entrance. “Want me to wreck you till you can’t think straight, right doll?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “I need it, Bin. I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he began to push in. The stretch was intense, his thick velvet shaft sinking into you inch by inch, forcing your walls to adjust to his size.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his head falling forward as he buried himself deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Squeezing me like you were made for me.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you moaned. “You’re so big,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with both pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of fullness.

“Damn right I am,” he rasped, pausing to let you adjust before pulling out slightly and pressing back in, each movement slow and deliberate. “And I’m gonna make you feel every inch of me.”

His hips began to pick up a rhythm, the pace rough but controlled, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. “Look at you,” he groaned, his eyes locking on yours. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your back arching off the sofa.

He began to move a bit, you moaned softly, rolling your hips to test the way he felt inside you. The movement made him curse under his breath, his control slipping as his grip on you tightened.

“Patience, baby,” he growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with deliberate force. The sudden fullness made you cry out, your nails digging into his biceps.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his thrusts picking up pace. The way his length appeared and disappeared back inside you, the way you writhed beneath him, it made Bin feel like he was in heaven. Literally in heaven.

When the stretchy discomfort was replaced with intense pleasure, he began pounding into you in a bruising force that did feel like he was going to wreck you apart into two.

Your mouth fell open, breasts bouncing with each hard thrust, Bin struggling to keep his balance on the sofa as he hammered into you, making you climb higher and higher in the throes of pleasure.

“You deserve an A-plus for taking my cock so well, doll,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he leaned over you. His lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver beneath him.

You moaned LOUDLY, your walls fluttering around him as you tried to adjust to the punishing rhythm he set. “Bin… you’re too much,” you choked out, your nails scraping down his back in desperation.

He chuckled darkly, slowing his thrusts just enough to pull almost all the way out, teasing you with the head of his cock before plunging back in with a force that made your breath hitch. “You can take it,” he said, his tone low and possessive.

“You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.” He rasped harshly.

He leaned back slightly and pressed your legs against your chest, sinking deeper into you.

Your moan broke into a cry as he thrust deeper, his words a mix of praise and sinful promises. “Look at you,” he growled, his gaze locking on yours. “Letting me stretch this perfect little pussy like it’s mine.”

You couldn't form any words. The way he kept hitting all the spots, the way he kept calling you his, made you see stars.

The knot in your stomach was close to snapping and you needed release, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, groans and whimpers echoing off the walls of his living room.

“Bin, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he urged, his pace unrelenting.

His words were your undoing, and the orgasm tore through you like a storm. You writhed, body shaking uncontrollably, the thread snapping and you were unable to register the depth of your ecstasy as he pulled out, making you squirt, long and hard, shooting clear streams around him.

You made a huge mess between you two, back arching and squealing moans that drove Changbin out of his goddamn mind.

“Holy fuck," Changbin groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt the wetness that spasmed out of you coat his thighs and the sofa beneath you. His eyes darkened as he looked down at the mess you made.

“Didn’t know you could be this filthy,” his thumb brushing over your sensitive, swollen clit, making you jolt.

“Squirting all over me like a good little slut.”

The mixture of praise and degradation sent you reeling, your head falling back against the cushions as he rubbed your clit and pushed back in, picking up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with wet, obscene sounds.

His own release wasn't so far as he followed after you, the way your walls continued to clench around him, sent him spiralling. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his seed spilling into you in hot, thick spurts.

His dick throbbed uncontrollably and slowly pulled out, his cum pouring out of your hole and you squirted again. You were FILLED.

His chest heaved as he admired the sight before him, his substances sliding out of your cunt like golden nectar slipping from a comb.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “Look at you, baby. Completely ruined.”

Your legs trembled as you tried to catch your breath, your body still buzzing (literally) from the aftershocks. His hands found your thighs, spreading you wider, exposing just how thoroughly he had claimed you.

He smirked, holding the base of his length, swiping the tip through the thick white mess painting your swollen pussy, pressing it back inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body arching into his touch.

“Don’t think you’re done yet, princess,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing. “I’m not letting any of this go to waste. Gotta make sure you keep every drop of me inside.”

“Too much,” you whimpered, but your body betrayed, hips rolling against him as he worked himself into you, pushing deeper. Sticky strings attaching from you to him as he fucked his cum back inside you.

“Too much?” he echoed with a dark chuckle. “You will take it, won't you?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You nodded gasping then your head lolled back, another moan escaping your lips when he leaned down, his mouth brushing against the swell of your breast, hand circling your puffy, cum filled pussy and your body trembling with overstimulation.

His voice softened, a hint of tenderness breaking through his rough words.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, baby. Beautifully wrecked, and,” he nipped your sensitive skin, “Professor Bin grades you an A-plus.”

A breathless laugh escaped your lips at his teasing, he knew how much you love getting the perfect grade, though it quickly turned into a soft gasp as Changbin pressed another kiss on your skin.

His warm breath fanned over you, sending shivers up your spine despite the heat radiating between your sweaty bodies.

The weight of his gaze made your chest tighten, the intimacy in his eyes almost overwhelming. For a moment, the rough edges of your deal blurred, replaced by something raw and more vulnerable.

He reached closer, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping the streaks of tears that had rolled down your face.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice low and earnest. The contrast to his earlier teasing tone clenched your heart.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you placed your hand over his. "I'm okay. Just...a little overwhelmed. And stretched maybe," you admitted chuckling.

“I didn’t mean to push too hard, I'm sorry,” he murmured, brushing away a strand of hair from your face and leaning down brushing his lips against your temple. “I just got caught up in you. You’re…everything.”

His words sent a new kind of warmth through you, one that made you feel loved rather than overwhelmed. You smiled up at him, your hand slipping from his to cup his cheek. “I wanted it, Bin. All of it. I promise.”

Changbin leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss that seemed to melt the tension from your body. "I’ve always got you, baby," he murmured against your mouth.

The words hung in the air, their meaning lingering even as he pulled back, going into the bathroom to be back with a warm cloth.

He gently wiped you, opposite from the man who wrecked you into oblivion a few moments before, his hands moving to guide your legs around his waist. He shifted, settling beside you on the sofa, pulling you into his arms as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek grounding you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, soothing in a way that felt achingly intimate.

"Bin," you whispered after a long pause, tilting your head to look up at him.

"Yeah?" His voice was soft, his eyes searching yours.

"What...what are we doing?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you voiced the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind.

For a moment, he didn't answer, his gaze dropping to where his fingers rested against your skin. Then he let out a quiet sigh, his hand coming up to cup your face. "I don't know," he admitted, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“But I think we both know that this is more than just…casual.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice making your chest ache. "I think so too." you said slowly.

Changbin's lips curved into a small smile. "Then let’s figure it out," he said, his forehead resting against yours. "No more rules. It's just you and me now. Okay?”

Slight tears pricked your eyes, but this time they were tears of relief, of something that felt dangerously close to happiness.

"Okay," you murmured, a bright smile blooming on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, savouring his warmth, who hugged you back cherishing you in his embrace.

Rules are meant to be broken. And some lines are meant to be crossed.

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imadhatt3r · 2 months ago

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I feel like Akechi was probably on a constant super-strict diet when he was living under his Detective Prince persona, you know, gotta keep that waist trim to look "perfect" on TV. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure that it's canon that he doesn't really eat well. He's totally the kind of person who'd throw himself into his own plans and goals and wouldn't look after his physical body; Hell, he would probably think he's above that, that he can pull through just thanks to his will alone, and overcome any physical discomfort or weakness.

So during that infamous pancakes scene, maybe he was telling the truth; Maybe he really did skip lunch and he was hungry. He overheard someone talking about panckes, the most basic part of his brain relised how starved he was, and he absentmindedly mentioned food to the group without thinking; Not to mention that hunger could also bog down his thought process and attentiveness.

Idk, I guess that I'd find it compelling if it was such a basic biological need that did him in in the end. No matter how much he schemed and planned, he was a human in the end, an animal who is driven by simple needs and desires. He neglected that part of himself, thinking his brilliance, his "higher" self alone will let him achieve his goals, but in the end it was that "primitive" part of him that he trivialized that pulled him down and undid all of his hard work.

#p5 #p5r #goro akechi #hatter blathers #i guess what im saying is to give this boy a stew. something hearthy #i have a soft spot for characters who are highly intellectual and/or have grandiose ideas about themselves #being humbled by still having basic needs like needing to eat or sleep. or getting sick #your software cant beat the hardware. its actually dependent on it #its very humanizing to me #and akechi imo is just the type to be this way #since hes still immature and nobody probably taught him how to actually properly look after himself #please p5 superfans dont beat me with hammers if this is ooc #im new here and im still trying to build the characters in my head properly

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heartlilith · 2 years ago

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The Rising Signs

Aries Rising

❤️Probably has something that makes them stand out whether that be tattoos, scars, or a birth mark

❤️Masculine features - defined jawline, thick eyebrows, muscular body, intense eyes

❤️Always looks like they’re on their way to bitch someone out hahaha

❤️High energy placement - walks quickly and with purpose, hates slow people and slow drivers (probably drives fast too)

❤️Don’t mess with people they care about because they will bitch you tf out on the spot

Taurus Rising

🌿Chill reserved stoner vibes

🌿Not a morning person whatsoever

🌿Likes the finer things in life; you’ll see them in nice clothes and even if their clothes aren’t expensive they look like it because they take care of their stuff

🌿Loves going out to eat

🌿Probably has a mother who cooks some bomb ass food

Gemini Rising

✨Ive noticed a lot of Gemini risings have blonde hair and usually on the taller side

✨Smarter than you or at least they think they are

✨They are smart though and know the most random facts ever … but interesting none the less

✨Loves music and has a diverse taste

✨People like them because they’re easy to talk to and they’re very interesting; they have cool hobbies/skills and they tell funny/memorable stories

Cancer Rising

🦀 Looks like 🌚 and also they really resemble dolls

🦀 Females can act bitchy or defensive when first meeting them because they’re really sensitive but don’t want you to know cause they think it’s a weakness

🦀Same with males but probably worse - feels like they have to take on more Martian traits because they feel like being sensitive is shameful

🦀They have the cheeks that grandmas always pinching

🦀They also have a resting bitch face just like Capricorn rising but unlike their sister sign they wear their emotions, you can always tell if they’re pissed off

Leo Rising

☀️Beautiful hair but we already know that - they also have full lips and literally resemble the sun - happy, good vibes, and just a beam of fucking sunshine

☀️Want to do everything fun they make great friends

☀️High self esteem and even if they don’t, you wouldn’t know because they naturally come off as confident

☀️Kids love them

☀️Very comfortable in their skin especially as they get older

Virgo Rising

🥑 They look really “clean” if you know what I mean - like they always look neat and simple in a good way

🥑Beautiful skin and symmetrical faces

🥑I’ve noticed these people can get along and talk with anyone about anything thanks to their mutable energy

🥑Likes to match everything - clothes and accessories, nails with outfits, etc

🥑Can look younger than they really are

Libra Rising

💕Super sociable, polite, and kind

💕Probably popular in highschool or at least in their friend group

💕Can be fake nice to someone and talk about them behind their backs later

💕Aesthetically pleasing instagram

💕Great at doing makeup

Scorpio Rising

🦂Dark just dark - their eyes look dark even if they’re light colored, dark auras, tattoos, literally looks like a fucking shadow ok

🦂Doesn’t realize they death glare people they hate

🦂I love these people tbh they’re so intriguing and beautiful in a mysterious way

🦂DEFINITELY attracts obsessive people and friends

🦂Probably feels like they’ve been 20 different people in their lifetime - always transforming their image and looks

Sagittarius Rising

🗿Ok legssss 👏 fr tho they have stallion legs

🗿Also likes the finer things in life and will probably get them because they’re lucky in life and blessed

🗿Really funny placement and someone you want to have around all the time to do fun shit with

🗿Carefree for the most part but they have certain triggers that they’ll cause a fit over

🗿Usually hates commitment (depending on other aspects and planets) because they don’t want to be tied down or have a loss of freedom

Capricorn Rising

🪵 Resting bitch face - their face literally screams “please don’t talk to me”

🪵Likes neutral colors for clothes and such

🪵Wise asf and literally downloads information from the gods or maybe they’ve lived 100 lives who knows but they definitely know

🪵Will not be falling for your bullshit or buying any dream you sell

🪵Strives to be self sufficient and independent - oh and also NO SCRUBS (shoutout TLC)

Aquarius Rising

💨Kinda look like aliens but in a hot sexy way

💨Can get along with anyone they talk to like Virgo Rising

💨Rebellious and a trendsetter who can attract a lot of copy cats

💨These people actually knew the song before it was famous

💨Has a lot of friends that are all different personalities - they could have one nerdy smart friend and another friend that’s the captain of the football team (this is cliche but yk what I mean)

Pisces Rising

🐟Looks like a mermaid

🐟Beautiful people and angelic looking but they can’t see that so when people compliment them or stare they don’t really get it

🐟Looks different in every photo they’re in

🐟Another placement that attracts creeps and stalkers

🐟Picks up everyone’s energies around them which is why it’s important for them to be around good people

#rising signs #aries rising #taurus rising #gemini rising #cancer rising #leo rising #virgo rising #libra rising #scorpio rising #Sagittarius rising #Capricorn rising #Aquarius rising #Pisces rising #astrology community #astro observations #astrology #astro

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loveunt0ld · 13 days ago

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all my affection — lee minho

distance makes the heart grow fonder… right? except, for minho, it also made him extremely homesick. oh how he craves to be with you again. he wants to love you, and be loved by you.

a/n: i wrote this while listening to calum’s new album! this song is what inspired this minho piece. divider is from @uzmacchiato! i hope you enjoy ♡

another long day you thought. you trudged your way up the stairs of your shared apartment with minho. the house you two shared was everything you could hope for. it only lacked one thing, him.

minho had been overseas on tour for about a month now, with only a couple more days before you could see him again. time always seemed so cruel during his long periods of absence.

it was moments like this when the presence of your boyfriend was missed. his scent clung to just about everything you could think of. it was on the clothes he’d left behind, on his side of the bed, on the couch… it even lingered in the kitchen (maybe you just really missed his cooking too.)

the nights dragged on longer than they should have and your days were spent looking at the clock, hoping minho would come back faster as the time ticked. home didn’t feel like home when either of you was gone.

perhaps you were just being dramatic. you were more than capable of functioning without minho, but it wasn’t that you needed him for a particular reason. you missed him. you craved his warmth, his voice, his laughter, his mannerisms. you missed the things that made minho, him.

you felt soonie rub against your leg, a simple action to break you out of your trance. not realizing you were spacing out, you looked down to find soonie staring at you. he lets out a cry for help. in his case, a meow which alerts you that they’re hungry.

“what would i do without you soonie?” you ask while picking him up from the ground. now if soonie could talk, he’d probably have some witty response. something that would make him sound a lot like minho.

you finish feeding soonie, doongie and dori when you feel your phone start to vibrate in your back pocket. you look to down to see the words “cat lover ♡” staring right at you. your minho. you answered the phone with an urgency, too scared that the call would end before you could hear him.

you bring the phone to your ear. all you hear is a commotion over on his end, thinking he maybe butt dialed you. however, you hear your name before you pull away. “y/n-ah? baby? can you hear me? i know it’s sort of loud.” minho asks, while trying to keep his loving tone despite the fact that he’s almost shouting.

“yes min, i can hear you. it sounds like you’re super busy right now though. why didn’t you call later?” you question him back, hoping that calling you wasn’t a chore for him.

he sighs before answering, clearly exasperated with the chaotic background but not with you. never with you. “we go on soon and i just needed to hear your voice is all.” minho says, voice sounding a bit defeated, a little distant even.

you still. “is everything ok baby?” you ask, voice feigning concern for the way he sounds. your heart felt heavy for the boy who’s usually never too nervous before shows. despite how loud the background is, minho’s silence is even louder. what’s gotten into him.. you wonder.

“i miss you. and the kids obviously. but i miss you the most. you know that i love what i do,” you nod while listening to him, as if you are physically in front of him, “it’s just.. i can’t help but count down the hours, minutes, even seconds until i can see you again.” minho confesses, whispering as if he was telling you a secret.

his vulnerability with you has always been so beautiful. he interacts with so many people on a day to day basis but not many can truly see him like this. you let him be weak, you let him be who he was meant to be. life was familiar for him with you by his side.

you stayed silent for a second—you just wanted to bask in minho’s words. his feelings. then your thoughts started running, faster than you could catch them. “minho, you’ll be back home before you know it,” you whispered while swallowing the lump in your throat, “no matter how much i want you to come back.. your tour will be over before you know it.” you explained while sounding defeated.

on the other end, minho closed his eyes. the tears he tried so hard to hold back had slipped before he could stop them. distance was your biggest enemy when it came to him touring. he knew that, you knew that. but being away from you for so long took more of a toll on him than he’d like to admit.

minho had something that made him so weak in the knees and he didn’t know how to be without it—without you. when he first started to harbor feelings for you, it scared him bad. until then, he didn’t know that caring for someone could be this beautiful.

the silence carried on from both ends. you continued, “the second you come back home, ill be right there. waiting for you with my arms wide open. you don’t have to say anything, you can just run to me.” you said, wanting nothing more than to comfort his aching heart.

minho found himself feeling grounded from your words. his entire being knew peace because of you. “i’ll run to you, just like i always do.” he responds with a slight smile forming on his lips. oh how he wishes he could kiss you. “my heart fluttered just now by the way. how do you make loving me sound so easy y/n…” minho adds on, clearly fighting back the urge to giggle through his ongoing tears.

“you make it easy minho. there’s no maybes with you because i know what it is with you. i feel the most alive when i get to love you, just like this.” you comment, your smile growing as you think of him.

“all that i am belongs to you. i love you y/n.. more than words can describe.” minho declares, signing an unspoken contract that states he is yours until the end of time, if you’ll have him. and you? you’d find him in every lifetime, just so you can fall in love with him over and over again.

“i love you for each eternity i get to spend with you, minho.” you state, voice filled with a joy that can only be felt between the two of you. “hurry up and finish your tour so i can kiss you again min.” you added on after your confession.

“i’d drop everything and take the next flight to you. maybe i should…” minho contemplates aloud, hoping you’ll try to convince him to do so. your laugh on the other end of the lines causes him to also laugh.

“i don’t think chan would like that idea very much min. but you’re cute for trying. we’ll wait it out like we always do—soon enough we’ll be together again.” you state. it was always going to be you two. nothing could ever change that.

“yeah.. soon, my love.” minho says, finalizing the promise of seeing each other soon. you never needed much, but minho always gave you everything. he gave you the barest parts of his soul and for that you couldn’t thank him enough.

lifetimes won’t ever be enough time with you the two of you think to yourselves, not wanting to fill the comfortable silence. the two of you had nothing to lose except all the love and affection you two had for each other. loving each other was just so easy.

distance was always hard, but you two always found your way around it. even if some times were harder than others. it was just minho and yourself against the world.

#lee know scenarios #lee know #stray kids lee know #lee know imagines #lee know blurbs #skz lee know #stray kids minho #lee minho imagines #lee minho scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz minho #stray kids fluff

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poetryvampire · 10 months ago

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Well, I feel like utter trash tonight so

Rating BG3 men on how well they'd take care of you on your period

This is dumb and not well thought out and probably a bit bias let's gooo

Gale 🔮 Sweetheart cannot read the room bless him. Is so ready to help easy the pain, he's cracking open dusty books, going through all his herbs, spends all day trying to craft the best potion for your needs. Very sweet but honestly Tara sitting on your lap is doing a fine job. Once you get him to cuddle you're golden 6/10

Wyll ⚔️ Cmon. Are you kidding me? He's got you babe. Need something picked up? Done. Craving something? Made. Just want to lay around in bed all day? Hell yeah he's right there with you, you couldn't get out of his arms if you wanted to.Also a fan of romance novels? Wyll would 100% read to you. Like voices and everything, really amps up the mellow drama. He's happy to keep you laughing or get sultry with it. Makes a great opening act to spicy times. 10/10

Halsin 🐻 Woof. Very happy to help chase away those cramps by some good old fashioned pounding you into the earth. You're not gonna be able to feel anything after he gets his paws on you. Not put off by blood that's nature ba-by. Also pls consider bear sized teddy cuddles. 7/10

Astarion 🍷 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 9/10

Rolan ✨️ As usual baby boy is too awkward to live. Not like super knowledgeable about them but wants to help you the best he can. Won't ask you directly though. Is a very quick study and takes note of what you need and like. If you need space or want to be glued to him hes already in place.If you're the kind of person that's laid up with cramps for a day or two he just happens to have those days off to be with you. You'll go for a hot water bottle and the kettle is already on. Honestly after awhile he knows your cycle better than you do. 8/10

Zevlor 🔥 If there's one thing this man knows it's being sore. It just comes with being a swordsman and an older gentleman. He is a god of working out sore muscles. Feeling achy? He goes all the way. Expect a long bath with a full body massage. He's gonna work out every inch of you and praise you like his personal god. Very patient really gonna go for the slow burn from sensual to sexual. Doesn't even expect anything back just wants to make you feel good. Will turn a downer day into a wildly romantic night. 11/10

Haarlep 😈 Couldnt give less of a shit. It's not that he's put off by it, he's had lots of experience with them but it doesn't do anything for him either. As for your suffering? He's a little empathetic, poor mortal with your poor weak body. That being said he does like you and to cuddle once in awhile so if you need some comfort he'll be there. 3/10

Raphael 👿 Jfc listen, he's waaaaay into it but will Not admit. In fact goes out of his way to let you know how off putting it is. He'll tell you how its nice to know you could still bare his young, like if he let's you. Loves the thought of breeding you and just the simple humanity of it that gets him. He cannot keep his hands off you but again will not admit why and will get mad about it. Like, how dare you look so good now of all times it's so rude. Guess I have to fuck you even though your pathetic little body keeps getting blood on my sheets smh -3/10

#I need to go to bed omg #Listen #I'm rotted #cw periods #Bg3 #gale dekarios #wyll ravengard #zevlor #rolan #halsin #astarion #raphael #holy rolan empire #zevlor nation #raphael bg3 #Headcanons #Haarlep

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dani-says-stuff · 10 months ago

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Weak Point

❥ Back to the Control Center

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Davos Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

Summary: It was a well known fact that the Blackwoods and the Brackens hated one another, the houses would die before agreeing on anything. And it stayed that way until Davos Blackwood realized he might share one thing with the Brackens after all, his weak point.

Warnings: possible ooc davos?, i also made him Willem's nephew idk if thats accurate but whatever, allusions to smut but no actual smut, men being creepy, gross, and objectifying to reader (not Davos), mild violence, Daemon Targaryen, probably more stuff I don't remember... just tread carefully. its no worse than the stuff in the show. this is also very very unedited.

A/N: so, yeah, this is my first time ever writing for got/hotd so i hope i didnt screw it all up too bad. i started this just wanting to jot down this thought i had while watching the show and ended up getting SUPER carried away. i haven't read literally any of the books though so this could be completely messed up for all i know and i apologize for any lore butchering i may have done. i hope you enjoy !

Word Count: 6.2k

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He was running.

His feet pounding against the ground as he wove throughout the trees under the cover of the black night sky. He hoped the torches carried in the hands of some of the other men didn't betray him, the dim yellow-orange glow casting light upon his face and showing off the panic he'd been trying his best to conceal, hidden poorly behind a half-hearted snear since Willem had returned to Raventree hall.

Willem Blackwood had announced to the room, bursting at the seams with leagues of angry Blackwood men, that their King consort had granted them leave to do whatever necessary to bring the Brackens to their knees. To destroy their alliance with the Greens and join the right side of history, pledge their allegiance to the true Queen Rhaenyra.

At first, like all the other men and boys in the room, Davos was excited. He was practically shaking in elation, itching with adrenaline, ready to storm Stone Hedge.

To make the Brackens pay once and for all.

He imagined some sort of battle would come from the ordeal. They would go head to head once more, fight like they always had with the other house, bring them to their knees for their Queen. It would be bloody, but the potential violence against their long-time rivals was customary, expected at this point. Or maybe they'd ransack some houses along the border. Burn a sept or two, destroy some of the more important harvest fields the Bracken's relied more heavily on.

That is what he expected to come from Daemon Targaryen's indirect orders.

But no, there would be no fighting this time. Not exactly.

They were to exploit the Brackens weak points.

To poke repeatedly at their sore spots until they finally admitted defeat, desperate to have returned what was stolen from them.

Davos Blackwood did not expect to have his weak point threatened as well.

But alas, it was. His weakest point, by the name of Miss Lady Y/N Bracken, was in grave danger, and she had no idea.

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It was an unlikely friendship that bloomed when the two were young, still green and ignorant to the centuries of history between the houses they came from.

A young Davos was practicing archery down by the border stones, unaware the large rocks were truly meant for something other than the simple job of being large rocks in the middle of the open field. He was only told never to cross them by his father... who had also told him never to wander near to them unaccompanied.

Nevertheless, here the young Blackwood stood, a crudely made target propped up against one of the stones, alone.

He pulled back the string, one eye closed, preparing to loose the arrow. His last arrow.

Maybe this one would actually hit the target. Every shot had found purchase on the fabric at least, just out along the outer border.

He held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he let go.

The boys eyes flew open at the sound of a high pitched squeal and the frantic rustling of leaves, like an animal caught in a bush. He soon realized that his last arrow hadn't hit the target at all, but instead flew over the stone entirely and landed somewhere in the woods on the opposite side of the border.

Had he hit an animal? Had he been such a nuisance at archery, but his luck so spectacular, he managed to miss the target by a mile yet make his first kill?

Davos was still for a moment, if he crossed the border to find the animal, his father would surly be angry with him for his disobedience, but would he be proud enough his young son managed to strike an animal that the punishment would be forgotten?

Surely his father would be more angry when he found his son's quiver one arrow short, and even angrier when it was explained how and where it was lost.

But just as the toe of his boot made it across the border, the rustling of the leaves returned.

What if he hadn't killed the beast with his misfire at all? What if he had only awoken it from it's slumber, and the beast he now wished he had paid more attention to when his father and uncle spoke of the miscreants on the other side of the border was angry and on the hunt for him.

But, rather than some large hairy creature lumbering out from the bushes, eyes glowing and drooling with bloodlust for the one who dared disturb it, he was met with a young girl. A child of his age, if not a year or two younger--it was hard to tell with the distance which still separated the two children. The baby fat, still stubbornly hanging onto the girls cheeks, didn't help either.

She emerged slowly, eyes curious and cautious as she scanned the area before her. Back and forth, left and right, eyes hungrily eating up each and every inch of the grass, hoping to find where the wayward arrow had come from.

Finally her gaze found his own and he found himself calling his father a liar for the first time in his life.

She was no beast, surely there couldn't be evil creatures over there as he had said. She was far too pretty for his father's claims to be true. She looked like something divined straight from the gods themselves.

Her hair was tangled and sweaty where the strands had fallen loose around her face, released from the intricate braided style on the back of her head. The courtly dress draped over her figure, torn and dirty at the sleeves and rips along the bottom of the skirt with mud caked in the lower fabric as if she had been running wild through the trees. A wooden practice sword lay loosely in her hand, his lost arrow held in the other.

She may not have been perfect to everyone, but she was to him.

She moved forward, walking slowly, making sure to glance from side to side every few steps, ensuring the two of them were the only ones in sight. She finally stopped a couple of paces before him, she raised the arrow playfully, "I believe you may've missed your target."

"Did not." he shot back immediately, kicking himself for a little for his hastiness, but too proud to let a pretty girl think he had messed up that horribly.

She smirked, shifting slightly on her feet, "Really?"

"Really."

"So this is not your arrow?"

"Nope."

She hummed, looking down to the obviously hand-made and well-used projectile. The body bent in a continuous curve from over use and harsh slices in the wood from where a dull knife had been used to widdle it down. She played with the feathers on the end, running the soft material between her fingers, "You sure?"

"Positive."

She looked up, catching the gaze of the boy just an inch or two shorter than herself, "You know I can see your bow right?" she lulled, unimpressed, "No matter how hard you attempt to shift yourself in front of it, I can still see it peeking over your shoulder." she slid around the stone separating the two, leaning down to compare the arrow with the ones firmly lodged in his target, "Not to mention the arrows are from the same bunch."

Davos stayed silent, eyes narrowed at the beautiful and strange girl before him, determined not to give in.

Perhaps if he was stubborn enough, she would forget the accusation like the maids that walked the halls at Raventree did. They always gave up before too long, scurrying off back to their duties when they'd catch him doing something he wasn't meant to.

"Well alright then," the girl shrugged carelessly, returning to her full height, no longer crouched down on her knees, "Its probably for the best these aren't yours anyway. Shoddy craftsmanship," she spoke, caressing the wood once again, "I fear a blind man may have done a better job-"

"Hey!" he cut her off, stomping forward and ripping the arrow from her gentle grip, "I spent an entire moon on these!"

"So it is yours then?" she questioned softly, a winning smirk pulled across her face.

Davos could feel heat rush to his cheeks, quickly causing him to hang his head, eyes focused on the pebbles sown between the blades of grass below his feet. He already embarrassed himself enough in front of this girl, he didn't need her to see his skin flush a deep crimson as well. "No."

The two children stood before each other in an awkward silence. Both not sure what exactly to say, but neither wanting to leave just yet.

She made the first move, stepping forward and coming to a stop beside him. No longer facing the boy head-on, but rather positioned so both were looking in the direction of the target.

"So," she began, "how'd you manage to shoot so far off anyway?"

"'m not good at it yet" he mumbled, face still stubbornly pointed down, "'S why I'm practicin'."

"Well, try again."

He looked up at her confused, the flush finally fading from his skin, "What?"

"Try again" she shrugged. "You have your arrow back, so try again."

He sputtered, about to tell the girl off for telling him what to do, but the look in her eyes made him think twice. She was so sure of herself, so determined. He couldn't leave her there like a coward, he'd already made a fool of himself, it's not like it could be any worse.

But he was wrong.

It could be worse.

The second he let the arrow loose, it failed to hit the target again, stopping about a foot short of the stone, stuck in the grass.

She snorted, a hand flying up to her face to conceal the noise to the best of her ability, "Do you even know how to shoot?"

He scoffed, turning to fix her with a nasty glare, "Of course I do."

"'Ya sure?" she smiled, "Doesn't really look like it from where I'm standing"

His glare hardened, "And what do you know of it? You're just a girl."

She nodded once, stepping forward to retrieve the arrow from the grass as well as the one from the target, "Maybe, but my older brother has been teaching me for years." she spoke returning to his side with a grin, "And I like to think I'm quite good."

Davos only laughed. Like a girl would ever be allowed near a weapon, there was even less of a chance one would know how to use it.

"I'm not jesting" she insisted, eyes narrowing in annoyance, "I do know how!"

"Sure," he laughed again, shoving the bow into her hands, "Give it a shot then, why don't you."

"Fine." she dropped one of the arrows to the floor, shoulder-checking the shorter boy as she lined herself up with the target.

It took her all of five seconds to load the arrow, align the point, and shoot.

And she hit the fucking center of the target too.

She turned to face him and crossed her arms over her chest, the bow held in the crook of her elbow, with a smug smirk, "Believe me now?"

"Whatever."

"Ok," she shuffled back to him, offering the bow back, "Your turn."

He picked the arrow up and aimed, he was about to let go when-

"Stop!" she shouted, quickly moving behind him. "Don't be so tense" she scolded, poking him in the back, "Your elbow is too high," she moved it down slightly "You use it to help aim, it doesn't always need to be completely level." She kicked the inside of his feet next, "Widen your posture, your feet are too close. It'll mess up your balance and aim."

"Are you done?" he gritted out, teeth clenching hard against each other. His arm began to ache, straining from the tension while she twirled in circles around him, giving him a whole explanation for each detail he had wrong.

"Almost" She laughed softly, moving to stand over his left shoulder, "Just two more things" He groaned again, but she only giggled soft at his impatience, "Keep your eyes open. It doesn't have to be both if that's uncomfortable but keep at least one. Shooting blind is practically a death sentence. Lastly, just remember to breathe." she stated simply, "Holding your breath will lock up your muscles. Be fluid, not rigid." he nodded once, relatively relaxed bar the shaking of his tired arm on the string. "Good. Now shoot."

He let go, and watched the whole way as the arrow soared through the air, hitting the target with a satisfying 'thunk'. It didn't hit the center like hers, but it was the closest he'd come thus far, landing on the inside of the ring just off-center.

She jumped in excitement, clapping happily as she did so, "See! You did it!"

"I didn't." he grumbled, "It still didn't hit the center."

"No, but it's closer" she spoke, excitement for the boy still heavy on her tongue, "All you need is some practice." She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly, "You'll get there one day."

He hummed unconvinced, he'd been practicing for almost a year at this point, and only now was he told what he was doing wrong. He doubted he'd ever master the art of archery but that was alright with him. He'd become more skilled with the sword during his training and found he enjoyed the blade over long-range anyway.

Feeling her job complete, the arrow returned and an impromptu lesson to keep more from disturbing her peace, the girl nodded once and smiled at the boy, turning to cross back over the boundary and lift the practice sword she had abandoned on the other side.

She was about to walk away, disappearing back into the thicket when Davos finally shook himself from his thoughts. "Wait!" he ran after her, quickly catching up to her and grabbing her wrist, "I'm Davos. Davos Blackwood." he introduced himself, annoyed he'd forgotten to do so earlier.

She smiled, "Y/N Bracken."

The two explored the underbrush for hours that day, picking through the bushes for berries and telling stories to one another. He soon found out her strange state of dress, was because Y/N had fled from the hall halfway through their meal. She ran, quickly escaping after overhearing her father and some lord discussing her betrothal. It would never go through of course, the Lord too upsettened by the girl's wild display to continue the conversation.

She had fled through the hall, one of her brother's practice swords in hand and clumsily hitting the trees with it, hoping she could somehow teach herself to use the weapon so that her future would never need to be in the hands of another again.

Upon hearing the story, he quickly offered his guidance to her, promising to bring two swords to the clearing the next day as long as she would bring better archery equipment. She would teach him the art of the bow, and he would show her the ways of the blade.

Through their lessons with one another, they would ultimately come to the conclusion she preferred archery and he preferred steel, but both became skilled in the two practices nonetheless.

Lessons slowly turned to practice, and practice turned to sparring until sparring gradually turned to something more over the years.

Stolen kisses were shared in the shade of the branches. Words of affection whispered along the tall grass. Purple bruises and love bites exchanged under the cover of night and the watchful eye of the stars, easily concealed under the collars of their shirts.

They hadn't begun knowing how divided they were due to their names, but even when they discovered it, they found the years of hatred between the houses hardly held a candle to the feelings they harbored for one another.

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Fear flooded his veins when the words changed from those of violence against the men and soldiers, to violence against the women. Violence against the children. Violence against her.

"It is clear that our forces no longer intimidate them," a man decorated in silver plated armor called from the crowd, "how are we to persuade them, as you say, if they no longer listen?"

"We shall change our tactics" a dark smirk slowly formed across Willem's face as he spoke to his men, "The crown allows us grace to do what is necessary to gain the allegiance of the Brackens." the name left his lips with a sneer, as if saying the name itself caused him pain, "So, perhaps we move our gaze from those who've come to expect us."

The excitement of the room changed from one of violent delight, to one of lustful rage. All men in the room, old and young alike, seemed to understand what was implied from the words of both their Lord and their King. All bets were off tonight, they were to take whatever—and whoever—they wished, just as long as it pushed the Brackens to surrender by morning light.

Davos stayed frozen upon the stairs while his Uncle spoke, and the men cheered before them. Many of which, boasting clearly of the prize they wished to gain. The prize that would give them pleasure that night, as well as potential favor with their Lord and Crown. The bargaining chip above all else, the very soul that would surely break the camel's back.

For if Y/N, Lord Bracken's most favored and precious daughter, were to be stolen and sullied, the Bracken people would surely be broken as well. Surrender would be all but guaranteed.

That's how he found himself sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him, subtly kicking rocks and twigs under the feet of his bannermen. Anything to slow them down. Anything that would allow him to get in front of them. Anything that would allow him to be the one that would reach her first.

He'd heard the way they spoke about her. The things they wished to do to her. It all but made his blood boil, the urge to remove their tongues—or perhaps their manhood—was strong. It was what they deserved for speaking about his lady in such a matter.

Yet he couldn't. He didn't care for his own safety, if he were to be hanged for defending his lady love's honor, he would do it a million times over. But the fact that the outcome on her could be worse if he were to confess, is what held him back.

He couldn't do anything in the bright lights of Raventree Hall, but if anyone were to come between his blade and his lady now, he cared not for what would become of them.

He'd kill a thousand Blackwoods if he must tonight. No one was going to touch her.

When finally made it into the halls of Stone Hedge, he was out of breath and his lungs were burning. His breaths quick and labored as he gulped for air, but he couldn't stop until he knew she was safe.

The words they levied against her echoed in his ears, filling him with a blinding rage that powered him forward, allowing the pain in his bones to evaporate from his mind.

They spoke of her as if she were a piece of meat and nothing more. The beautiful Bracken girl ripe for the taking. The forbidden apple that was all but theirs for tonight. They spoke of how they wished to deflower her. To take her maidenhead, rip it away from her and claim it for themselves. "it's what we deserve after all the Brackens have done." he remembered hearing one say, "We deserve this."

They didn't deserve shit. Hell, there were days Davos himself didn't believe he deserved her, if he didn't, then there was no way in hell they did.

He tore through the halls, the anger in his soul bright enough to light the way. He abandoned his torch once he made it inside so none of the other men would be able to follow his trial.

The screams began soon after he reached the second floor. The hushed symphony of horrific melodies carrying up the stairs and echoing down the stone halls, ebbing in on the wind through the windows of the keep, tempting Davos’ heart to beat faster in it's rhythm.

The Blackwoods had begun their raid. He was running out of time.

He cursed her in his mind, his beautiful girl more cautious than he, convincing him that their escapades should be confined to the secrecy the fields and forests provided. He had tried to persuade her to sneak into one of their homes, claiming she deserved the luxury and privacy of one of their bedrooms over his cloak on the harsh terrain. So she could feel the soft feather bed and furs beneath her back rather than the rough sticks and stones scratching her bare skin through the thin fabric. She always declined, arguing the need to keep their love in a place that matched that of which it was sewn from. Somewhere wild, free, and pure.

He always laughed along with her, choosing to ignore the fear that gathered in the corners of her eyes. He knew the real reason, she was afraid they’d lose one another if they were to enter the enemy's halls, that they’d be caught and torn apart forever. So, he just laughed along and agreed full heartedly, dropping the idea so his girl could return to her usual carefree spirit. So her worries would be carried off on the chilled evening breeze, set ablaze in the light of the setting sun.

He lived for her, and if it was her wishes to stay confined in the bugs and dirt, he’d happily oblige without a complaint, even if he ended up with cuts along his palms, skin pierced by the rocks his cloak couldn’t cover as he hovered over her body in the foliage.

But now, he was running through the large keeps halls, throwing open the doors of guestroom after guestroom in the residency hall. Panic increasing for each empty room revealed.

If she just let him come in once, if she allowed him to climb up the wall and through the window like he’d joked one evening, he’d know exactly where to go.

Davos finally approached the last room in the hall, still no luck in finding her room. The voices of his men had increased, finally making their way to the level he stood.

And for the first time in years, Davos found himself praying.

He wasn’t a particularly religious man and he hadn't been since his mother had ceased dragging him out weekly to worship the gods. He found himself finding solace in the heart trees for their beauty rather than religion and becoming more devout to the sword than the gods. But now, outside the heavy wooden door, he found himself praying quietly under his breath. To both the God’s he’d turned his back on and the ones she treasured. He prayed to both the Old gods and the new, that his own goddess would be sound and safe behind this very door.

“Please” he whispered, “I know I haven’t been the most… pious over the years. I know I haven’t followed the rules you have set for the people” he laughed bitterly, “In fact, there were times I blatantly went against you just because I could. But please” he begged, feeling a burning form in the corners of his eyes, “please, I beg you, have her be behind this door. She doesn't deserve what's coming if I don't find her first. I may not believe you exist, but she does. Please don’t fail her now.”

He rammed his shoulder into the door, the lock giving way after two sturdy blows, swinging open to reveal yet another dark, empty room.

His heart stopped, split between the feeling of devastation and unadulterated rage. The emotions clawing their way up his throat, threatening to drown him if he didn’t release them soon.

There had to be a mistake, she had to be here. Was he already too late? Had someone somehow managed to get ahead of him and steal her away before he arrived? It couldn’t be, he was the one to break the lock and sneak around the watch in the front of the keep.

He wanted to scream. To curse the Gods, curse his uncle, curse himself.

But he couldn’t.

Instead, he punched the door frame, knuckles slamming into the stones and splitting open the thin skin from the force. A muffled curse left his lips, not loud enough to reveal himself to the men beginning their descent on the hall, but loud enough to reveal a sliver of the emotions pent up and burning its way through his veins.

He was yanking at the strands of his tousled and sweaty black hair, pacing the area outside the open door. Mind racing as he contemplated what exactly he was meant to do next.

But then he heard it. His saving grace. A muffled sound, a soft mumble coming from inside the bedroom followed by the quiet ruffling of sheets.

Davos whipped around, neck straining under the speed of which he snapped to face the inside of the chamber. There, he found it, shrouded in the shadows and tucked beneath the covers was a lump, with her beautiful, wild hair peeking out and laid upon the pillowcases.

He rushed into the room, slamming the door and bolting it behind him.

It was the heavy slam that finally roused her from her sleep. She sat up in her bed, the white sheets falling down and resting over her legs as she did. She squinted into the darkness, unable to make out who it was but able to see the figure posted inside her room, the moonlight catching on the metal armor adorning the man before her.

It was normal for a maid to come into her room, accidentally wake her in the later hours as they entered her chambers to gather things they had unknowingly left behind earlier in the day. It was strange for a knight or watchman to enter, on the eve of a gathering or a feast at the keep where her father had invited many guests a guard may be placed outside her rooms but never inside.

“Sir?” she spoke, voice soft and confused, roughed slightly by sleep, “What is—”

She wasn’t able to finish her question in full before the man hurtled himself at her. In a panicked haste she reached to her bedside, reaching for the heavy silver candle holder on the table, whacking the man repeatedly when he became close enough.

“Fuck!” the man yelled, stepping back when she jumped up from the bed, swinging the candle holder before her. He reached up, one hand poorly acting as a shield before him while the other went to his brow, touching the now split skin from where she managed to strike him.

“Damn you woman” he yelled half playful and half serious, a proud smirk resting on his lips despite himself. Maybe his love didn’t need him to protect her after all. “I’m just tryin’ to help you!”

Y/N dropped the candlestick in an instant, immediately recognizing the voice that often found its way into her dreams and day to day thoughts, “Davos?” she whispered, now rushing forward, pulling him down by the neck to get a better look at the gash she’d made. “Gods, I’m so so sorry” she muttered, delicate fingers running over his brow bone and assessing the damage in the dim light provided by the moon, so focused on Davos’ injury, she failed to notice the soft smile tugging at his lips, “you–you just startled me. I’m not exactly expecting visitors in the middle of the night.” her brow crinkled in confusion, wiping away a streak of mud on his forehead and brushing through the sweat-soaked hair falling over his forehead, “And why on Earth do you look like you crawled through the riverbeds to get here?”

He laughed, exhausted and relieved to see her standing before him. Davos reached out, grasping her elbows softly, proving to himself she was real. That he did make it in time after all. “I mean, not exactly, but that's close enough.”

She stepped back, eyes wide as saucers. Her sleep muddled mind, finally beginning to catch up with what was going on. Part of her thought it was all part of some strange dream, getting attacked in the late hours and suddenly her forbidden lover is standing before her in her bedroom.

But it wasn’t a dream. This was real. So what in the seven hells is he doing here?

“You can’t be here!” she whispered harshly, “I–What? Davos, you need to go.” she sputtered rushing to open the door and shove him out, ushering him back off to raventree, “My father could–”

He reached out, catching her wrist and yanking her back away from the door harsh enough her back crashed into his chest.

“What–”

“Stop.” he cut her off, spinning Y/N around so they faced one another, “You can’t open the door.”

Her eyes grew even wider at his words, fear slipping into her gaze and he hated himself for being the one to put it there, “Why not?” a crash erupted not far down the hall, the sound of one of the vases clattering and shattering down onto the floor followed by a group of men, maybe three or four at least, cackling. She jumped, clinging onto his arms, her grip tight and nails cutting into his skin, “Davos? What’s happening? What’s going on?”

He looked anxiously up at the door as the footsteps grew louder, shifting Y/N and holding onto her with one arm while the other drifted to hold the pommel of his sword, “It’s a long story.”

“Care to share the summary then?” she bit out at him, but her words were less harsh than she intended, the fear coating the statement making it far less intimidating than she’d prefer.

“You’re in danger.”

“Well, yeah, I kinda gathered that.”

“This is the only one we haven’t checked,” they heard a deep voice say from through the wooden door. “Ya’ think its this one?”

“It’s gotta be” another spoke, tone giddy in a horrific kind of excitement, “It’s the last on the hall, surely the Bracken Brat is in here.”

Davos spun on his heel, looking into her eyes with such intensity Y/N was unsure if she wanted to run or drop to her knees, “I have an idea. I need you to play along.” she nodded immediately, she trusted him with her life. Davos smiled softly, leaning down to place a long, tender kiss on her forehead, “Just remember I love you, ok? I’ll explain later, I promise.” she nodded once more, lifting on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

His gaze hardened a harsh sneer screwing up his features, the grip he held on her wrist tightening, “Stop struggling! I already told you, you can’t worm your way out of this one Bracken.”

Y/N turned, swiping her arm across her vanity, a collection of glass jars and pots tumbling from the surface and crashing to the floor, “No!” she screamed, “I won’t! You can’t make me!”

The noise from the hall silenced, and both Y/N and Davos smiled. It was working.

“Oh,” he laughed darkly, walking her closer to the door, both of them taking turns at shoving the furniture to fake the struggle, “I most definitely can–”

“My father–”

“Fuck your father” he sneered, reaching up and helping her mess up her hair further than the slight bedhead she still had, and stretching out the neck of her pale nightgown. He then grabbed her robe, throwing it haphazardly over one of her shoulders, “He can’t help you now, the Blackwoods are taking our revenge. The Brackens will finally fall once and for all.” and with that he swung open the door, tightening his grip on her wrists to drag her through the door frame.

“What’s this?” Y/N laughed, overexaggerating her breathing to further fake the strain of the struggle as she faced the four men outside her door, “Is Willem Blackwood's little nephew so incompetent they needed to send four men just to make sure he could get the job done?” she snarked, trying to pull herself out of Davos’ grip.

He growled, spinning her around and yanking her back against his chest, caging the girl in with his arms tight around her waist and arms. “What do you want?” he spoke, ignoring Y/N and looking directly at the men.

“We were coming to get her,” One spoke up, gesturing at the girl with his sword, “but it seems we missed all the fun.”

“Nah,” another added, stepping forward gleefully and running a hand over Y/N’s hair, “he just caught her, we can still get a turn later boys.” he smirked cruelly, dirty fingers dropping down to caress her soft skin.

Y/N shifted at the Blackwood soldier's words, glancing up and seeing the expressions of sick joy on the other’s faces at his statement.

So this is why Davos had broken into her room. She could hear the sounds of what could be happening to her from the maids down the stairs, but no, Davos had reached her first.

She moved slightly, subtly pushing more of her weight against his chest, seeking comfort in the small gestures, that he wouldn’t let that happen to her. He gripped her tighter when she did, to both assure her she would always be safe with him, and to keep him from relieving the men before them of their heads.

“It’s just a shame young Davos beat us,” the youngest of them, a man looking to be in his late thirties, whined, “I had plans of all the ways I wanted to take her and ruin her for the first time. See her scream as I–”

“No.” Davos grit out, cutting the man off swiftly, clenching his jaw harshly between his words and a glare that could cut through iron shifting among the four men “None of that will be happening. She is mine. She is my prize for tonight.”

“But–”

“No!” he yelled, sneering at the men, “I am the nephew of Lord Blackwood, you will not disobey me and my claim. I fought and won her. I claimed her. She is mine. My prisoner and I am not keen on sharing.”

Y/n did her best to keep up the act. To keep the look of fear and anger on her face and struggle to get out of his grip. But something about those words and his tone of voice made her melt inside. She knew they weren’t all true, she wasn't a prisoner, but something about the way he proclaimed her as his made her think it wasn’t far from his true feelings.

“I will be the one taking her back to Raventree. Go find something else. You will not be laying a single finger on her, am I clear?” The four men begrudgingly nodded their heads, walking back down the hall with wounded egos.

Davos “dragged” Y/n all the way through Stone Hedge and back out the main door. He found an abandoned horse not far from the gate and quickly helped her up on the saddle.

“You’re really taking me to Raventree?” Y/n whispered as he too, hauled himself on the horse, settling behind her. His arms wrapped around her to grasp the reins.

“Well I kinda have to” he responded playfully, words hushed into her ear, his breaths tickling her skin, “Wouldn’t make much sense for me to take a prisoner and release her that quickly now would it?”

“So that’s all I am to you huh?” she hummed as they made their way through the trees, the cold night air pebbling her skin through the sheer nightwear, “just a prisoner?”

He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, “Nah, you're much more than that.”

“You sure?”

Davos bit at her ear, watching with a smirk as she shivered, one she’d surely claim was from the cold, “I’m Positive.”

They reveled in the moment of relief and playful joy that encompassed them on the journey back. They both knew it wouldn’t be before long when the reality of the situation would set in. The fear would return to her bones and he would need to fully explain in detail what was going on. They would need to come up with a plan on how to move forward.

But for now, it was just the two of them riding through their forest on horseback.

Davos swore he would be there for her when it came time for her to shatter. When she would feel safe enough to cry for the fate of her people who couldn’t be saved as she had once they found their way to his chambers for the night, and however many after Y/N Bracken was to be a “prisoner” at Raventree.

He swore that when she broke into millions of tiny pieces, he would be there with hands ready to bleed as he held her tight and helped put all the shards back together in the intricate puzzle that was her soul.

He would always be there for her. He would always protect her.

He swore it upon the old gods and the new.

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