Thinking About Being Apprentice To A Tailor In Mondstadt; Perhaps With One With A Sterling Reputation,

⸸ Eyes on Me — The Silent Orchestra ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into aesthetically pleasing humanoids as possible, so OOC and fanon are to be expected. Inspired by my personal experience playing with these fuckers ladies and gentleman for the first time.)

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Mentions of other Abnormalities like the Crumbling Armor, WhiteNight, [Censored], and Nothing There as humanoids. MC knows nothing about classical music.

Pairing: [Insert!MC] x T-01-31

Word Count: 2200 <

Description: The Silent Orchestra was born to be praised. To be loved. To hear the applause of anyone that stumbles upon them. But to guarantee the survival of the facility's entire personnel, it is detrimental that agents must deprive them of that privilege. No matter how deserving, no matter how tempted they are to scream and applause with madness...

...The Conductor must never see their soul.

Warning: general yandere themes (obsession), gore

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The moment the Manager chose to contain T-01-31, the entire facility was bound to fall into break and ruin.

Agent [Name] was in the middle of doing Instinct work on O-05-61 when the warrior suddenly spoke to them.

"Go. Your strength is needed elsewhere." With a wave of his hand, a blue flame began flickering around [Name], sparking a new kind of vigor within them. And just like that, the door behind them slid open.

But before they ran out of the containment unit, they made sure to bow in gratitude.

Sure, it was just something the Abnormality did for those he found worthy, but it was still a nice gesture.

Some personnel had reported feeling wary or anxious around O-05-61. Some said that they felt something akin to a thin line being tightly wrapped around their neck around him. But for [Name], they only ever felt warm, safe, around the warrior, and with the blue flames engulfing them, that sensation didn't disappear, even as they traversed further and further away from O-05-61's containment unit.

Not long after, the Manager immediately ordered them to go to the Central Communications Department. Suppression Work.

[Name] could only assume the worst had happened. That an ALEPH-class Abnormality had breached.

...But who?

It couldn't have been Nothing There nor [CENSORED]. There were dead bodies, yes. A lot of them in fact, but it was too...clean. It was a word they never thought they would use to describe a massacre, but it was true. It lacked the barbarity and unrestrained violence that [Censored]'s unique killing style had. That Abnormality left entrails and mangled remains in its wake, leaving no surface untouched by blood.

But it couldn't have been Nothing There's either. The Assimilator left wounds too large to be from a human weapon. Besides, it favoured short-distance weapons; the scythe and mace in particular. These corpses had bullet wounds.

[Name] couldn't help but feel their heart sink. This was obviously a massacre committed by humans.

All the while, [Name] could hear it, the absolute chaos that was currently the CC Department. It was a tumult of horrified screams and the mad ramblings of agents on a murderous rampage. But even through it all, they could sense it.

The music of the end.

It thrummed through their bones, sending vibrations down their spine. It was as if the very sound was trying to encroach their mind.

By the time [Name] reached the Central Communications Department, they were greeted by absolute chaos. Beneath the sharp howls of violins and flutes, and the angry growls of brass instruments, they found their fellow agents.

The panicking ones were out on a murderous rampage, their eyes crazed with bloodlust as they hacked and slashed at anything that moved, but some were just sitting on the ground, staring catatonically at nothing. Then, there were those who were still sane, struggling to stay intact.

And at the midst of it all was the perpetrator.

He looked tall and proud as he stood there on a platform with his players. His hands gracefully motioned about, waving some sort of stick. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made from the ivory of bones.

At first, [Name] thought it was WhiteNight, but no. If it was, she should have heard the bells before she even left 0-05-61's containment unit. This was...was this the new Abnormality?

The brass were getting louder, overpowering the soft chords of the strings, until eventually, all slowed to quietness.

But the performance wasn't over yet.

[Name] took this opportunity to land their killing blow. The man—Abnormality had their back turned to them. He was completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Directing the Orchestra? But there was nothing else in front of him other than four women in white, all of whom only played violin and...whatever the bigger violins are called. Didn't they only need the stick-man for a large group of players?

Like WhiteNight, it was a mystery where music was coming from. Quite possibly, this Abnormality had a unique ability that negated the need for physical instruments. That was probably what its little stick was for.

Carefully, they aimed their gun for his head. Sure, a rifle from Der Freischütz won't kill them like it would a human, but it is a humanoid. Surely, a shot to the head would stop him even for just a second?

"S-stop."

A weak, raspy voice halted them. [Name] looked down at the ground beside him and realized the Agent was still alive. Immediately they knelt down. Not to help her, but so they could hear her better.

"How did everyone die?" Information was more important than anything else right now. Their survival relied on being able to avoid whatever killed their colleagues.

"The...music." She began hacking up blood. It took a while before she was able to breathe fine again. "It drove everyone mad."

"Then how come you're still alright?"

"I'm a senior. The lower-ranks weren't able to withstand it. What level are you?"

"Three...I think I have enough Prudence. And fortitude."

"Save it. You think you'll be able to take down that thing on your own? My entire team was decimated by that monster." Her rage seeped through their teeth like the blood on her chin. But beneath it all, they could see grief. Pain.

"Wait for back up, at least. Or hope that this day will be over soon, and you can leave this hell hole to be cleaned up by someone else."

That was...true. The departments from the upper levels were probably still harvesting energy. If that was true, then they should be reaching the daily quota soon.

But that was hopeful thinking. They might finish the day, but would they be able to make it until then?

"God damn, this is what I hate about this job," she angrily spat out, blood mixed with saliva dripping down her chin. "You'll never know what you're dealing with until its out killing all of your colleagues."

"What do you think its defenses are?"

She blinked, trying to recall, but with her blood loss, that seemed like a tremendous task. "I...I don't know. At first, no one could hurt it, but Emily with the Black weapon was able to hurt it for a while. But then, it just stopped working. After that, that awful noise began to ring in my ears, and everyone suddenly went crazy." Tears began to pool in her eyes. "I think...it became immune to damage altogether."

[Name]'s eyes couldn't help but widen.

Immune to damage..? That's..! That shouldn't be possible! If nothing could hurt them, then—

They turned to look back at the pale man. Beside them, they heard the dying Agent chuckle roughly. "What the hell is the Manager going to do about this?"

What the hell, indeed. If it can't be hurt, then was suppressing this thing even possible?

The music became more and more dynamic, probably nearing its finale, until finally, the clanging of metal and abrupt bellows of trumpets warned the descent of the grand finale.

A...flute? Oboe? Whatever it was, it began playing a soft sound similar to a rooster's crow in the morning. And as it did so, the women in white shook their fingers in a way that made the strings tremble.

When it finally did, [Name] thought they could relax...but they knew there were consequences for this.

They failed.

That was when every single person in the room began to laugh, scream, and cry in joy. Except for their senior. The agent beside them only clutched their head, nails digging harshly through their temples.

"What's wrong? Ma'am?"

She began to scratch, the soft skin easily peeling off from the unrestrained force.

"Make it stop make it stop make it STOP!"

[Name] could only watch helplessly as their senior kept banging her head against the floor. They tried to restrain her, but they only wound up with deep scratch marks on their arms. Their weapon might kill her, but knocking them out with the butt of their rifle would be worth it. But just as they were about to do it, all the lights in the department died out.

That was when when they heard the explosions.

All around them, [Name] heard their final cries of anguish before it all ended spectacularly with a bang. It was as if someone had shot them to end their suffering, but...

They touched the blood that splattered onto their face. It was still warm. Rubbing it between their fingers, they felt little chunks of meat and shards of bone.

What kind of gun could...did Der Freischütz shoot his magical bullet?

But that didn't make sense. His bullets never miss. Once he shoots, it hits everything in its way. They should be dead right now.

Their questions were answered soon enough when the emergency lights began to flicker an ominous red throughout the entire facility.

For a split second, they saw it. The corpses lying on the ground. The twisted bouquet of brain mush, eyes, and skull shrapnel where their heads should be.

They could only stand there, shocked. It was only a fracture of a second, but they were already closing their eyes, unwilling to see more.

'Maestro...it seems like one of them made it 'till the finale.'

They heard an airy voice speak, likely from one of the women in white.

Eyes still shut, [Name] could only listen to the clacking of shoes against the CC Department's polished floors. It grew closer, and closer until stopping in front of them. Just a little, they opened their eyes to see.

All they saw was the white of his shirt, the delicate black ornamentations on his tailcoat, and the fine weaving of his cravat. Even amidst all the gore and blood, he somehow remained untouched, unsullied.

The false purity reminded them of WhiteNight, and it made them sick.

[Name] refused to look up. They would have closed their eyes again if it weren't for how angry they felt. From their peripherals, they could still see the aftermath, and now, they couldn't stop looking at it.

The fact that something could kill, cause absolute chaos, and still remain clean, spotless, or act as if they have done no wrong...it made their blood boil.

"Maestro, perhaps she is deaf."

"Or crass. Trashy Another rubble in the heap."

"They must be for not appreciating the marvel they just witnessed!"

A sharp giggle pierced their ears. "Ladies, please. Let's be considerate. We must understand that not everyone has the same refined tastes as us."

At that, all the women began to giggle as if one of them had just said something clever.

[Name] had to grit their teeth at all the insults the airy-voiced women threw at them. She would soon rather go deaf than praise any of these plastic-faced pricks.

What were they even talking about? What did their hearing or taste in music have to do with this?

The Agent was glaring at them when she suddenly felt a cold hand pull their chin away from their direction, forcing them to look at the pristine face of the man. Half of his face looked human.

Well, as human as Abnormalities could look. His skin was as white as the fine fabric of his clothes. It was almost difficult to see the thin line between his true face and the porcelain mask that covered half of it.

His mask's eye was pure black, forever crinkled by the perpetual smile on its black-painted lips. But his true face, the one uncovered, was unsmiling. Dispassionate. Determined.

But for what?

The women immediately hushed upon noticing his solemnity. [Name] could feel their black beady eyes watching them, as if anticipating what their master would do next.

"Maestro, please. Let's not waste our time!"

"I agree! They aren't worth your salt!

"Ladies," the one with the terrible laugh cut in, but this time, there was no disdain in her words. Only stern assertion. "Remember your station. If the Maestro says so, then we follow."

What in the world are they even talking about? He hasn't said a word at all this entire time? Was all the Agent could think.

"Consider yourself lucky, human," a different woman, the one with the...dot with a wavy line drawn on her left cheek said.

Now that [Name] was looking at them, they noticed that all the women had symbols drawn on their cheek, and just like their 'maestro', they all wore porcelain masks. But unlike him, theirs covered their faces entirely.

"Our Maestro is planning another performance. Just. For. You~"

"After all..." One of the women leaned back on their chair. With her chin still pointing up, it was clear she was looking down on them. "...the show doesn't end unless we hear the applause. As such, the Maestro wishes to see you on our next performance."

"We will be looking for you."

And, just like that, all the lights in the facility turned back on. [Name] winced, blinded by the brightness. By the time their eyes adjusted, the ensemble had gone, vanished.

That day, they were busier than usual. Much to everyone's despair, they couldn't end since T-01-31's breach had completely depleted their enkephalin sources. Even the ones that the facility needed to run. Many other Abnormalities breached because of the power outage.

Not long after, the ensemble's entries were updated.

ALEPH-Class, T-01-31.

The Silent Orchestra.

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~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~

"Every song has a heart, and a heart, its own melody. By now, you should know his." - T-01-31's Redrafted Entry

This definitely won't be my last snippet on him. No, this is just the first movement~

I have a habit that I learned from my mother where if anyone’s lounging next to me with their bare legs, I’ll instinctually start massaging it.

Of course, it only happens with my friends and family. If I ever did it to a stranger I would die @.@

Anyways, acolytes’ reaction xD

Hey hey! I chose a few characters I personally liked to write about, but feel free to send in another ask if I missed the characters you wanted! I also changed the prompt here and there; it’s basically ‘’an unexpected massage’’, hope it’s still alright :)

Note: not proofread, wanted to post it tho

It had been a while since you first arrived on Teyvat. Everything is a lot more peaceful and you're able to enjoy your days with relatively little stress. 

One of the only chores you needed to do included paperwork. You have an office of your own where you do most of your work, usually with the help of some acolytes. Generally, you'd be at your desk, but today was a couch day. So as one does, you plopped down and patted the seat next to you

Venti is constantly testing how far you'd let him go. He'd hug you, attempt to cuddle up to you, he even tried to sneak in a kiss! So when he'd lounge himself onto the couch it's no surprise that he'd move his legs into your lap. Venti thought you were too occupied with your 'stupid paperwork', so he assumed something like this would bring your attention back to him. He'd be surprised when you'd continue to read the paperwork while your free hand starts to gently massage his leg. His shock passes quickly, and suddenly he doesn’t seem to hate the paperwork as much as before. When you notice that his constant nagging stopped, you look up; Venti isn't usually silent. When he throws a cheeky smile your way, you realise the situation you brought yourself in and get flustered real quick. 'Don't worry your Grace! I'll return the favor any time, ehe!'

Zhongli has no trouble helping you. He liked spending his time with you and felt happy whenever he could aid you in these tasks. His voice was a bonus for you as well, and you always listen carefully when he points out the important parts on the papers. His figure is close to yours and you’d been leaning closer to get a good look at the papers in his hand. Unknowingly to you, you had grasped his free hand in yours and had started to gently massage it. Believe me, he didn’t want you to stop but it was hard to point out things on the paper without a hand. He'd bring the situation to your attention and would give a deep chuckle when he'd see you get flustered. After he further explained the paperwork, he decided to massage your shoulders instead. Perhaps some closer contact would help your focus? 'Do you wish to remove my gloves, Your Grace?'

You were in Mondstadt for the upcoming weeks and decided to visit Diluc at the Dawn Winery. There had been enough time for you to visit the city and other places, but the endless workload still chased you. After procrastinating for a good while, you decided that Diluc could be your motivator! If he’s working, you might feel obligated to work as well! At least, that was the idea. At one point during your stay in his office you invited him to sit on the couch with you. Unfortunately, from that moment forward it’s Diluc that’s unable to work. The moment you moved closer to his figure,- his brain stopped working. He could feel his leg touching yours, -and why did you have to place your hand on his leg to massage him? He was certain you could hear his heartbeat. Are you doing this on purpose? It’s only when you remove your hand after finishing your paperwork that he regains the ability to think. ‘Hey Diluc, you’re not procrastinating right?’ You tease him. He huffs in response and returns his focus on his work, hopefully then you wouldn’t see his face. ‘I’d never.’

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ their favorite sex position feat ayato : itto : kaeya : xiao : diluc : zhongli : childe : scaramouche : dainsleif x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

standing up with ayato while he fucks you against a mirror, but you have to understand him! he's always so busy, even he needs some release every now and then. Good for him you're always by his side, completely unraveling against his touch whenever he wanted you to. "Open up a bit more, c'mon now." he whispered against your ear, gazing up at the mirror as he watched your facial expression knock to the other side, hiding your embarrassment that was written all over your cheeks. Though you obliged to his request, spreading your legs further as he seemed to approve, his voice low, barely a whisper as he continued to hum into your ear. Your whines set fire to his groin as the wave of pleasure hit your cunt so dearly, clamping down on his heavy cock which was dragging violently against your abused walls.

against the wall with itto because he's always searching for a new opportunity to show you just how strong he truly is, his shirt sweaty and stretched tightly over his body while his biceps flexed, the roped muscles of his forearms rippled while he was thrusting upwards your sloppy cunt. "you're mine mine mine." he'll chant groaning in between thrusts, feeling how you grabbed onto his upper arms with your small hands, nails digging and leaving crescent shaped marks all over it while you hid your face in the nook of his neck. Your eyes shutting tight at the stretch his cock would inflict on you while it dragged against your velvety walls heavenly, speed higher at every moan bubbling over your lips, biting down on the tender skin as he fucked you harder until white blurred your own vision completely, making you see stars.

69 with kaeya because even though you‘re on top of him, he‘s still controlling every part of your body. If you even dare to tease him a little bit, he‘ll make sure to properly punish you afterwards. Don‘t think he‘ll ever beg, it‘s beneath him and not his style, though when you still decide to toy with his heavy balls, touching his angry cock with light brushes, he‘s going to lose it. "Fuck, just- do it already." he snarls at you, combined with a whine that sounded unreal, arching his back when you drop it past your lips, not stopping until you feel it bob against your throat. "Please." his voice, barely hearable but you could feel the desperation in it. The whining that came out of his mouth was making you see white. A small chuckle escaped you as the vibration of it went all over his gut. For a second kaeya doesn‘t move, exhaling trough his teeth when he decided to play the game better than you, dipping his face into your sobbing cunt, flicking his tongue over your puffy clit because he craves the dominance you tried to take off of him a second ago.

straddling with xiao because it‘s exactly how he wants it, you‘re so close with your arms around his head while he can suck on your nipples without a care in the world. Not to mention he can guide you up and down his cock, controlling the pace as he pleases. He‘ll put the mounds of flesh into his mouth, licking and lapping all around your bud while handling the other tit sensually. He‘s so in love with your boobs, it’s not even licking anymore, he’s slurping to his hearts content, rolling his tongue around the bud like a madman while you‘re riding him, chasing your climax like it‘s the only thing that mattered in this world. And once you reach over to bring your hands into his hair, tugging on his scalp, hard, xiao‘ll completely lose it. He’ll groan out through clenched teeth, letting go of your tit with a lewd pop as he dropped his hands into the flesh of your hips, slamming you back hard onto his cock until you're whining for release.

spooning with diluc in the morning is probably your favorite way of starting the day. He'd watch your body sleep peacefully next to him, small breathing and fine drawn twitches as you continued to slumber deeply. Though once you can feel him press himself against your ass, eyes fluttering open and whining out his name all tiredly, diluc certainly got more than a little hard by those tiny gestures that you'd make whenever he would wake you up, and archons how much he hated himself right now. The last thing he would want is to wake you from your sleep but he just had to have you right now, he couldn't go another minute without burying himself deep inside your cunt, it was just painful around his groin. He'll continue to rut against your clothed pussy before hiking his fingers around your waistband, slowly pulling down your underwear as you reached over to stroke him lazily. He helped you line himself up with your hole, feeling your cunt sucking him in the second he pushed himself into you as you laid back to rest your head against his shoulder. <3

mating press with zhongli because he loves breeding you <3. He will literally lose all his self composure and senses whenever he thinks about it. It's like turning to a complete different being whenever you let him paint your walls with white spurts of cum. And zhongli will never keep his eyes away from your sobbing cunt, not when his juices are spilling from your hole, pussy fluttering around nothing while he continued to fuck the cum right back into you. Normally he'd always have to go slow when sliding into your cunt, but because of you being filled with his seed to the brim, sinking inside of you is easily done without any problems. "you're so obedient." he'll coo, his chest rising and falling once he thinks about a future with you, swollen belly and it's all because of his seed. Spreading you open even more to see his cum flow from your hole around his cock and connecting the both of you even after he pulled out, will certainly drive him completely over the edge.

having you in a chokehold with childe because he doesn‘t really care how he‘s fucking you, all he cares about is how good his hand looks while choking you hard, feeling the way you desperately hiccup whenever he ruts into you. The sharp tone in his voice clinging through his teeth could tell you just how fucking needy he was for you already. And those whines you'd try to get out while he's choking you is music to his ears, you're so adorable in his eyes. He's impatient, pulling you closer to his body before he went to place one of his hands back on your neck, teasingly squeezing against your flesh as you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy. The heat in between your legs was almost unbearable to you, radiating through your body until you felt it in your bones, "archons, you're so sexy." he'll blurt out while sensually swiping his thumb over your abused lips, "come on now, don't give up on me yet, 'kay?"

doggy style with scaramouche because he'll always find a way to degrade you somehow, he needs to be in control and wouldn't want to give it away at any time, basically holding onto every single straw of control he could get. His thoughts haunted him for hundreds of years now, tainted with images and blood he wished he could shake off, though impossible in doing so. The only release he could get, the only way of him running away from his thoughts was whenever he was with you. He wouldn't be nice though, scaramouche doesn't know how that worked or how he should behave normally. Pushing you harder against the mattress while he pumps himself inside of you, bodies melting and sticking together from all the liquids pouring out of you but archons, you were so vulnerable in front of him. Marks visible to his possessive eyes while he continued to thrust sloppily into your messy hole while kneading the mounds of flesh on your ass.

reverse cowgirl with dainsleif because it‘s all in front of him, really. Your ass dropping down his cock and soaking his legs with your slick, he was so unbelievably sensitive and throbbing against your walls. "fuck- 'm gonna cum." he uttered while grabbing the flesh of your ass, trying to slow you down somehow but you wanted to make dainsleif cum so badly, he was always so good to you! the faster you‘d go, the more he would clench his teeth together just to hold out a little longer, arching his back only to gulp out harshly, adams apple throbbing against his throat in response. Though once he starts to wince and whine that he‘s going to release any given moment, you can‘t help it but clench around him even more, rolling your hips harder and those lewd noises, archons, skin slapping and dainsleif crying out screaming with his newly found aching voice which sounded so fucking erotic in your ear.

(heizou : kazuha : albedo version)

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⸸ The Beholder, the Arbiter, and the Executioner ⸸

(A Yandere AU where I turned the Black Forest Birbs of Lobotomy Corporation into controlling eldritch husbands. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Characters: Big Bird/O-02-40, Judgement Bird/O-02-62, and Punishment Bird/O-02-56, GN L-Corp Agent (S/O)

Contains: anthropomorphized Abnormalities, the birds are brothers, polyamory (at least their attempt at it), slight codependency, unhealthy relationships, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of torture, controlling behavior, intimidation, power imbalance, domination

Description: I said at some point about writing the idea of the birds sharing a darling, and now, I finally have. Well, here it is, loves.

Word Count: 1500+

It was an agreement. An arrangement of sorts. One that left the brothers pondering, wondering if this was truly the right decision.

Unsurprisingly, it was Judgement Bird that proposed the idea. The little one was too jealous and demanding to ever think of it, and the brawnier of them all wasn’t the sort to take the initiative. But of course, even the fair avian had trouble accepting it. As much as he liked to play the role of a fair sage, the Bird of Judgement had his reservations.

Unfortunately, this was the only solution that most of them could benefit from, and the only one of the two that included him. Had he been more selfless, perhaps he might have allowed his brothers to do what they will with the human. But no.

He wanted his share.

Understandably, the target of their affections couldn’t care less about the conclusion they have come to. They were doomed either way, regardless of who got to keep them. Having three ‘guardians’ didn’t change much from anything they already did as an Agent.

But at least they still had Big Bird

Out of the three, the human found O-02-40 the easiest to approach. Gentle, kind, afraid. It was rather immoral to take advantage of his timidity, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t feel empowered by it.

It was ironic, really. Despite being a monster, he was the one who would cling onto them like a baby chick would to its mother. Then, he would ask them about the bloodstains, about the tears on their uniform, and-was that another Abnormality's EGO gift?

The entire time, his heavy, ink-black arms would be wrapped around their waist, holding them close to his chest.

“Had the beast come?”

His grip would loosen slightly only after seeing them shake their head with a smile.

“No. Don’t worry about it.”

It was quite obvious that the Agent favoured him. Not that the human would choose from any of them if they had a choice on the matter, but this was enough.

Enough to make him burn with pride and make his eyes shine more radiantly than gold.

Enough to make the other two green with envy.

He won’t deny that he was scatterbrained, but his skull wasn’t so thick that he couldn’t notice the red glint in his brother’s eyes whenever he and their beloved were together. Punishing Bird had always been that sibling who wanted more than what everyone had.

Perhaps once, he always gave in to his brother, but for once, the hulking avian was adamant about keeping his share.

Big Bird was a compassionate creature at heart. It was why he could never deny his brothers, even if he knew they were only manipulating him to get what they wanted. This time, however, his desire to protect the human was stronger.

How convenient. It made his chest warm that the human preferred him over the others—even if it was because they had no choice. That alone was enough reason for him to be…selfish.

If the many-eyed avian wasn’t asking about the ‘Beast’, then he was inquiring the human about their work, about the various Abnormalities they had met up with, and of course, the Birds.

“How are they doing? Is his neck still aching? I bet it is with that terrible posture of his.”

“Has Little B returned what he stole from you yet? Hehe, I saw you frantically searching around the facility for it, silly. Of course, I know.”

“Those scars around your neck. Did he…no, no, you would have told me if he did.”

“They hadn’t done anything to hurt you at all…right?”

He might attempt to play it off as simple, ‘brotherly’ concern, but his unblinking eyes said otherwise.

This was how the Agent discovered that he was capable of being manipulative. Not that they found it worth fretting about. The hulking avian was still the epitome of a birdbrain. Just say nothing but positive things about his brothers, and he would back off. That was what the human had been doing for a long time now, and it always worked.

At leas that was what the Agent preferred to believe.

Every time they left his containment unit, they would swear they saw the glow in his eyes dim.

They could only wonder just how much of his ignorance was genuine…and how much of it was feigned.

But O-02-56 was…different.

For someone whose eldritch form looked like a swab of cotton, the Abnormality was a wrecking ball. A force to be reckoned with. He hated to be belittled, so he became someone who could bite off more than he needed.

He and Big Bird were complete opposites.

Punishing Bird was, true to his name, fueled by retribution. Nothing brought the fair-feathered avian greater satisfaction than inflicting divine punishment on those he deemed a sinner. Whereas his brother felt genuine concern for the welfare of others, he was just vindictive.

But was that really the case? Or was it just bias from the human’s perspective?

No, he really was just that.

There was no deeper meaning behind his cruelty nor actions. There was no sympathetic story to explain as to why he is especially brutal and merciless in his ways. He was just efficient at what he did.

After all, what was punishment but a righteous means of instilling fear?

That wasn’t to say that he was evil. Ultimately, no Abnormality could be truly called that. Such labels only applied to humans. Though they originated from the latter, they were ultimately nothing like them. For instance, could one call an organ extracted from its host ‘human’?

And just like that organ, the Bird of Punishment could only do what it knew best. A heart won’t stop beating until the end even after it left the body, and he won’t stop punishing sinners either, even if he was no longer the Executuoner of the Black Forest.

Disciplining and hurting others still felt natural to him. Not that he would ever do it to his brothers—because in his eyes, they could do no wrong. Pain was just how he showed he cared for others, truly. He only wished the best for everyone, and by inflicting enough of it, he believed he will frighten them away from becoming the Beast.

But as for his beloved?

His very human, very sinful little seedling?

It was almost maddening how much his mouth watered. His true one.

Perhaps it was because he saw the human slacking while on duty, or because they were prone to mental breakdowns at the worst times possible (seeing the death of a friend isn’t an excuse to panic).

Or perhaps it was because he knew, deep down, that his little seedling would never love him?

That rather than a confidant, the human saw him as their captor, tormentor, a scourge in their life?

He knew. The human might try to hide it, but he knew.

It was hard not to when his brother, who they should see as another one of their ‘captors’, was instead treated better. He would dare to even say that Big Bird was the only one they truly liked. They could never conceal the spark in their eyes whenever their manager orders them to come to him. It was…baffling.

So, was it really a wonder why he just itches to hurt them? Why he wants to leave deep, bleeding lines down their back for his brother to see?

‘No fair. You can’t just sign an agreement and reap all the benefits for yourself, big bro.’

He wondered if the human even knew what his brother was truly like. Were they aware that only desperation and a crippling fear of loss lied within him? That had they left him on his own devices, the Beholder would have decapitated them a long time ago?

Punishing Bird would never tell them that, of course. He understood at the very least that the arrangement relied on what little fondness the human had for him.

For now, he was just content knowing that even the Great Bird of Judgement didn’t have any luck with love.

The human neither disliked nor hated O-02-62. Rather, they feared the Arbiter.

Even with half of his face covered in bandages and his eyes gone, there was this perpetual feeling of being observed. Around him, the air feelt so thick that it was suffocating just to be near him.

The avian might call them ‘his’, but that was only on paper. The way he treated them wasn’t any different from how a warden would abuse his prisoner.

If they so much as act out of place, falter in their actions, or break one of his many bizarre and irrational ‘laws’, the human would find themselves bleeding from every part of their body, skin torn, their blood pooling on the concrete floor beneath them.

On his most merciful days, the most he would do was wrap his ink-black fingers around their neck, and just slightly, very slightly, press his talons into their skin. On his worst…well. Truth be told, they couldn’t even guess the worst he could do.

There were many ways one could torment another with a long line of barbed rope, after all, and he hadn’t even done half of them yet.

The tall and noble avian would say that he did all of it out of love. That he acted cold and calloused because he mustn’t let his own feelings cloud his judgement. As far as the human could tell, he was telling the truth when he said he would rather get himself executed than do anything to truly, irreparably hurt their beloved.

In his abnormal mindset, he truly believed that all those floggings and sessions of strangulation was for the best, and not even Punishing Bird was fit for the task.

Unsurprisingly, the three often fought a lot.

Big Bird furious about the new scars on his beloved’s skin. Punishing Bird about how greedy the former was being. Even the Bird of Judgement had trouble keeping his composure.

It shouldn’t be so relieving to see. Seeing the conflict shouldn’t bring them so much joy, but it did.

Because as long as they were too busy, too immersed in their fights and arguments, trying to drag their human doll from one containment unit to the other, they could feel relief.

Even if they wound up being torn apart in the process, even if they might not survive, anything was better than the alternative.

Should the Beholder, the Arbiter, and the Executioner ever come to the same conclusion…one could only imagine what would happen should the advent of the Apocalypse comes true.

It is honestly embarrassing how long I've been wanting to write this idea down, and now that I have, I don't consider it enough. I might write more on this scenario.

Anyway, if you have read this far, I would like to say thank you~

Your heart. 

I feel at home, just not with you.

Summary: After noticing Kazuha becoming rather distant and unusually rarely poetic than he usually is while staying in Inazuma, you notice how happy he is in the crux and when you had brought it up with your dear friends Kujou Sara and Yae Miko, they had told you the painful truth; He was tired of you and Inazuma. It was time to let him go. You thought his home was Inazuma and you, but it didn’t make him happy. His home was the Crux, not you.

Relationships: Kazuha x F!Reader, Lumine x Kazuha (suspected)

Warnings: Angst with no comfort. like there's no happy ending. uhm suspected kazuha is in love with lumine. some lumine slander (only for the fic i acc love lumine)

Characters: Kazuha, Beidou, Lumine, Thoma, Yoimiya, Yae Miko, Kojou Sara

“Hey guys!! So good to see you again!!” Yomiya ran up to you and Kazuha, squeezing you both tight. “I can’t believe the Vision Hunt Decree is finally over! Like oh em gee we should totally all go get dinner since you know Kazuha isn’t wanted anymore and Ayato doesn’t have to deal with so much and Thoma’s on his break and-”

“Yoimiya!” You cut her off, giggling. “We should all go to dinner sometime. But for now, I wanna spend some time with Kazuha.”

“Of course! He’s a free man now, so have fun lovebirds.” She ran off to some little kids, giving them candy.

“That girl is full of energy,” Kazuha said, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

You smiled at him, grabbing his hands. “Come on Zuzu. We have all of Inazuma to see.”

The next few hours was your entire day as you and Kazuha made sure to visit every single island, shrine and special places of Inazuma. On his own request, he had gone to the Kamisato Mansion to greet his old friends again, and Watatsumi island to see Gorou and Kokomi.

The entire day you made sure to take him to places with all his friends so he could see them again. But, for some reason, he wasn’t his usual self.

His ‘poetic’ self you dare say. He always had a way with words, but today he was rather…off. He had a smile, but even you could notice how fake it looked. 

He was barely even talking too. Usually, he always had childhood memories or stories to tell you whenever you visited a certain spot in Inazuma. Whether it be the shrine or the Kamisato house, there was always a story to follow it.

But there was none.

When you questioned it on him, he just said he was tired from the fighting he had done just a few days ago against the Shogun and her forces. 

That fight, the one he fought alongside the Traveler with. You didn’t know her well, but heard many things about her. She was kind, strong, and willing to help whoever she could, no matter how far they were. She had saved Mondstadt just a year ago, apparently saved Liyue from a water-dragon-snake thing, and now saved Inazuma from the Vision Hunt Decree.

Kazuha always talked about her whenever he would sneak into Inazuma, whether it to give Yoimiya fireworks that were shipped from Liyue or just to see you. 

You’d never admit, but you were jealous of her. 

“Where do you wanna go next?” You asked. “Oh! Or do you wanna continue tomorrow?”

“Y/N..” He turned to you, frowning. “I have to return to Liyue.”

“What?! What do you mean?” 

“I’m a member of the Crux now, and I agreed to travel with the Traveler. We’re heading back to Liyue.”

“Oh..” You sighed, trying your best not to let tears flow out. The Traveler. Lumine. Everyone talks about her, about how great, wonderful and beautiful she is. That she could be as strong as the archons themselves and is the definition of perfection.

“You can come with us!” He suggested, giving you a small smile.

Your eyes lit up at that. You really didn’t wanna see the traveler, or leave home, but you’d do absolutely anything for Kazuha and to be with him.

You nodded in agreement, and on your way home, you couldn’t stop the twisting feeling in your stomach.

Leaving Inazuma? You’ve never set foot anywhere else than the islands in Inazuma. You’d be leaving all your friends here, not even being able to say bye to them because you had to leave first thing in the morning.

But you couldn’t stay away from Kazuha any longer.

The feeling in your stomach only became worse when you had arrived in Ritou to get to the Crux, and you saw his entire face changed into real happiness when he saw Beidou and the Traveler.

It made you wanna stop in your tracks, not even boarding the Crux to go say hi.

“Y/N?” Beidou called, “You coming up?”

Kazuha, who had already boarded turned and looked at you confusingly. 

You couldn’t stay here. This wasn’t where you should be. But Kazuha had already told Beidou the great news of you traveling with them. 

“Uhm..” You breathed out, trying to think of something. As you looked around, you saw a Ms Hina poster and your eyes lit up. “I’ll be back tonight. Just need to go talk to a few people!”

Before they could ask, you had already run off. 

If you couldn’t figure him out, maybe someone else could…

~~~~

“Leaving Inazuma?”

Even the Head Maiden of the Shrine was rather surprised. So was Sara, who sat beside Yae Miko.

You knew that she was Ms Hina and that she made Gorou dress up as her. But even still, she was always answering advice for everyone behind it. So, why not go to her for advice?

When you had gotten to the shrine asking for advice, her and Sara were just having a normal conversation when they saw you. They had gotten a table and a few chairs and set it in the middle of the area, tea being made by other maidens.

“You know, I could’ve just asked without all of this.” You pointed to the tea, and all the maidens gone for privacy.

Sara chuckled. “Well, when it comes to you, there’s always a rather long story to everything.”

“It’s Kazuha…” You said, and giggled when she rolled her eyes at the name.

“Your husband?” Yae asked, and you spit out your tea.

“Nonono..” You shook your head. “Boyfriend.” 

“Whatever.” She scoffed. “No difference just need a ring.”

Sara put down her tea, straightening her back. “What’s up, Y/N? You usually never ask for help or advice when it comes to him.”

The next few minutes went by with you explaining everything to them. You had first started with the traveler, and of course they knew who she was.

“Not the biggest fan of them.” Sara said, and you felt a little bit of relief wash over you.

“I understand, Y/N.” Yae put a hand on your shoulder, before sipping on her tea. “Continue, dear.”

Minutes turned into an hour as you explained about Kazuha; How you haven’t seen him in months due to the Vision Hunt Decree, and the only moments he could have with you when he visited inazuma was always with Lumine. 

You talked about how happy he was whenever he saw the Crux and Beidou, but while you both walked around Inazuma, he didn’t look genuinely happy when with you or walking around his home. 

You talked about how you thought that it would make him happy- that he could finally roam around Inazuma again free with no one trying to arrest him or take his vision. Maybe Inazuma was just no longer his home.

As you talked and talked, you didn’t notice how Yae and Sara glanced to each other with frowns.

“That…was a lot to take in.” Sara put down her now cold tea.

Yae nodded in agreement, but then took ahold of her hands. “Y/N, do you want to leave Inazuma?”

“For Kazuha-”

“No.” She cut you off. “For yourself.”

You blinked a few times trying to think, and then shook your head. “No. I don’t.”

Sara sighed. “I’ve never been in love before but-”

She was cut off with Yae laughing, probably about the fact Sara was so visibly in love with Itto.

Sara rolled her eyes and continued talking. “Maybe his home just isn’t Inazuma anymore…nor is it you.”

Yae immediately stopped laughing and looked at her wide wide eyes, and so did you.

“You really think that?” You asked, tears starting to well up.

“A home should make someone happy.” Yae spoke, her hands squeezing yours. “Home isn’t a place, it could be anything and anyone. Y/N, my dear…I don’t think is home is Inazuma anymore.”

“But what about me?” You whisper-asked.

Yae and Sara gave each other a sad glance.

You already knew, and they knew you did too. You weren’t his home, nor were you his love anymore. He just didn’t know how to break it to you…and something else. 

The way he talked about her…you knew it.

“He’s in love with Lumine.” Sara whispered.

The painful truth.

It wasn’t you anymore. Maybe it was just never you. Even if he still wasn’t in love with you, you were in love with him, and all you wanted was for him to be happy. Maybe it was best you let him go on his travels without you.

“It’s time to let him go Y/N.” Yae let go of your hands, frowning when she heard your sniffs from crying. “Inazuma…and you…is no longer his home.”

You chuckled and let out a sniff. “The Crux and the Traveler is.” 

“How are you gonna do this?” Sara asked.

You looked up to the sky, it was already getting dark out. By the time you were to head back, it would already be dark, and maybe Kazuha would be asleep by that time.

“Do you have paper?” You asked, and Yae snapped her fingers and a maiden came, already holding a paper and pen.

“We’ll help you write it.” Sara smiled.

The next few minutes went by with a lot of tears falling onto your final words to Kazuha.

~~~~

“Hey!” Beidou greeted you as you walked aboard the Crux. “Kazuha and Lumine just went to sleep. I’ll show you your quarters, com-” She stopped talking when she noticed your tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You gave Beidou a smile. “I can’t come. I’m sorry. I can’t leave my home.”

Beidou frowned. “Sad to see you leaving, but I know what it’s like. You wanna go say bye to Kazuha?”

You wiped your tears while shaking your head. “No, but can you give him this in the morning?” You handed her the letter you had wrote folded in an envelope.

She nodded, and gave you a final hug before getting off the ship, and a small smile grew on your face when you saw all your friends waiting for you.

“Guess no dinner after all, huh?” Yoimiya chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

Thoma looked like he was gonna cry. “Hey, sweetie.” He hugged you tight.

You assumed Sara and Yae had told them the news. Surprisingly, Sara was crying a little.

But you cried more as you watched the ship leave, soon disappearing into the fog.

“Goodbye Kazuha.” You whispered, breaking down in Thoma’s arms as he hugged you tight.

Dear Kazuha,

It pains me to write this. This was the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I guess the universe just had other plans for me, and for us.

I think you already know I’m not on the boat with you, and I’m sorry. But I cannot leave Inazuma, and especially not with someone who doesn’t love me anymore.

I see the way you stare at her, and how happy you become when your around her. You used to do that around me, but not anymore.

I know you’re in love with Lumine, and all I want is for you to be happy, so I wish you the best on your travels.

Now for us, our goal was to always stick together no matter what. If the other had to travel, we always know the other would come back no matter what. But it looks like we are straying farther from the goal, and the dream we had of us being together forever. 

You won’t feel at home with me, or here in Inazuma, and I don’t know what path you will be led on, but I know that you’ll feel at home with the Crux and Lumine. 

Goodbye Kazuha, and farewell. I wish you the best.

Y/N.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 [𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

kaeya, diluc, albedo, thoma, childe & itto x fem!reader

cw: smut, mentions of kinks. praise is the main one, ugh suckers. creampies, oral [f. receiving + m. receiving.], mentions of squirting, name calling [use of slut], breeding,

one man, one kink. brief explanation of each, bonus of how long they can last [how many rounds]. this was a popular one when i wrote it for AOT, hope you enjoy! + RBS ARE APPRECIATED !

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𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

+ praise, creampies;

loves it when he can throw your thighs over his shoulders and fuck his cock deep inside you, hitting that one spongy spot he can find with such expertise. his airy grunts as he leans down to mutter the sweetest, but nasties of things to you. ‘look at that baby.. how well you’re taking this cock.. that’s what you needed isn’t it? a thick cock to stretch you out like this?’ when he gets closer he definitely loses it, fucks into you harshly, hips slapping letting the sound of your abused, sloshing cunt echo around the room. ‘look at that mess.. mind if i try it?’ he wouldn’t be ashamed of getting messy, he’d wanna eat you out with his cum dripping out of you.

kaeya can last about two rounds, three if he’s really worked up.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

+ orgasm control, praise, overstimulation, spanking;

fucking loves it when you’re riding him, slamming your hips down against his as he grabs at your hips, ass and thighs to keep the momentum going, keep his dick drilling in and out of you. he would moan lowly when he can feel your cunt start to spasm around him, one of his favorite feelings. this is one of the moments he would pull you off of him, flipping you over onto your back only to toss your legs over his shoulders. ‘nasty girl.. you thought you can cum so soon?’ oh and how he would slap his tip against your clit for way too long, knowing it makes you so wet.. oh and when you’ve already cum but he’s still hard he would just keep fucking you through it all. ‘you can give me another one, can’t you? oh yes.. fuuuuuck yeah you can.’

diluc can easily last two rounds, but probably get a little sloppy near the end.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

+ praise, breeding, sensory deprivation;

just the idea of throwing a blindfold over this man and riding him absolutely stupid is driving me up the wall. he would cum so much and so soon without having his sense of sight, imagine how he would whimper and wanna rip it off to fuck his cum into you so deep. ‘that’s it sweet girl.. i-i can’t.. gotta..’ he would rip it off, turning you around to lay down on his desk, resting a hand in the middle of your back, using the other to guide his slicked dick back inside, his eyes wouldn’t stop looking at that white creamy ring start to form around there base of his cock. bedo is a man who would press soft kisses to your spine while beating it up.

albedo can last not as much as diluc and kaeya, he gets pretty sleepy after a bit, probably can’t reach round two til the next morning or after a lil nap in your arms.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

+ degradation, praise, breeding;

very much into calling you names, he would have you bend over with your tits pressed against the counter top as he’s bullying your cervix, letting his tip meld into that sensitive spot inside, feelin you get wetter and wetter with each stroke, starting to splash out and drench his cock. his calloused hand would slowly run you your spine, oh and how he would grip your hair, pulling you up to his chest. he would smirk as he sees the expression on your face in the mirror on the other side of the room. he’d turn his head to look at you while groaning lowly, ‘look how pretty you are.. shit.. such a pretty little slut for me huh? yeeeah you are… fuck, gunna cum,’ he’d throw you back down, both hands gripping your ass cheeks to pound himself inside you deeper, feeling that knot start to tighten harder, letting out the prettiest noise as his cock twitches inside you, unloading his hot cum rope after rope.

childe can easily go a few rounds, his stamina is through the roof, as well as his nasty ass sex drive.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

+ praise, orgasm control, overstimulation;

thoma is such a sweetie pie but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna use you to get himself off when he’s needy as fuck. he will gladly grip your hips to fuck himself up into you with force if he’s right at the edge. he’d pull you into an empty room and hold your face close to his, keeping his pretty green eyes locked onto yours as he’d fucking himself deeper and deeper by the second, taking it slow at first but then pulling out all the way to start that kind of pace. slow but hard, the way he loves it. ‘c-i can feel every inch inside you.. oh my word.. you feel so good! please take it.. take my load sweet girl..’ when he cums he lets out the prettiest whines, he always ends up fucking himself silly by accident, but you just feel so good tightening around him he can’t help it!

thoma can last two rounds at most, he gets sleepy :(

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

+ creampies, praise, breeding;

itto fucks to breed, must i say more? okay! he can go ROUNDS and i mean ROUUNNDSSS, like all night. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, itto loves to cum deep inside you, cock warm you after even to feel your cunt throbbing around him, the sound of his cum squelching around him as he makes the smallest of movements. ‘think that pretty pussy can take another load?’ but like.. he doesn’t have normal cum? he’s an oni so like.. there’s a lot.. and it’s so thick that it drips out in globs when he pulls your lips apart to see it all coming out, one of his favorite activities.

fucking all night.

tagging @paradisdementor @soaringmirror @rowsn @p-antomime

In the middle of the storm

Summary: A storm, a hard landing, an unexpected company and many feelings exposed.

A/N: English is not my first language. Sorry for mistakes. Valyrian isn't my language either. Just a detail, although the events of Storm's End happened here in this story, Lucerys is still alive. Because I want it to be and period hahaha have fun!!

Warnings: nsfw, f!reader, reader is a year older than jacaerys, velaryon/strong reader, sex, targcest, aemond very possessive, pet names, dirty talk, some soft feelings ❤️🥰

"Lykirī, ñuhys raqiros." (Calm down, my friend.) You whispered to your dragon, feeling Merax's annoyed snore shake your body gently. An amused laugh leaves your lips as Merax struggles to do as you've asked. You've been gliding beneath the clouds for a while now, the vastness of the night sky your only company. But Merax felt something, he could see and feel much better than you the clouds getting thick and thunder rumbling in the distance, he smelled a strong storm approaching and he was getting agitated trying to somehow warn you about it.

The two of you were coming from a visit to the Riverlands, looking for allies for the Black's. You came back with good news, which was very rare these days. Your spirit was positively uplifted. After many disappointments, finally some good news to give you some hope. You had the support of a great house now, with resources and numbers that would certainly make a difference in the face of a possible clash.

As your brother Jacaerys had said, dragons were decidedly more convincing than ravens sending messages. Merax, with all his size and sturdiness, made a pretty obvious point in his silent threat that things wouldn't end well if the answer was no. And besides, of course you were prepared to offer your own hand in marriage as an offer of alliance, as ridiculous and oppressive as that sounded to you. But a war was about to break out, you couldn't afford to believe that sacrifices weren't necessary. You were willing to do that, if it meant the Lord of Riverrun's support. You'd sell yourself like cattle if you had to, willing to do anything to ensure your mother's victory. His acceptance was all the motivation the other Lords of the Riverlands needed to also swear their loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra again, as they had done years ago when the then King Viserys Targaryen named her his rightful heir.

Yes, you were engaged now, but it could be worse. Your fiancé wasn't nasty as you knew many were. Indeed, Lord Tully was a good-looking young man; tall, auburn hair, beautiful blue eyes. He also had status as a well-recognized house and a great education. And he had treated you very well during the short time you were in Riverrun for the negotiations.

It wasn't the wedding you had dreamed of for yourself. But it could be much worse, you knew.

You felt the wind abruptly getting stronger at the same time as raindrops began to fall hard on your face, pulling you out of your thoughts. Merax growled and shook off his head. You knew your dragon well enough to know he was upset that you hadn't heeded his warnings sooner. "Ziry iksos separ daomikydoso, Merax. Īlon jahor sagon sȳz." (It's just rain, Merax. We'll be fine.) You said at the same time that lightning whizzed right next to both of you, making you jump in fright. Merax roared louder, shaking his black scales in annoyance.

Merax was very protective of you. From the first flight, both formed a strong bond that surprised many. Merax was a full-grown dragon, strong and terrifying. He was not afraid of rain and lightning, not least because there was nothing to fear, since he himself was a force of nature. But he wanted to protect you, he knew you were different from him obviously. Even if Targaryen blood ran through your veins and made you tougher than others, you were still human. And therefore susceptible to disease and disaster which, for a dragon like Merax, wouldn't be a problem. Whenever you both flew in conditions similar to this, he would get irritated and annoyed. You knew he would fly home in that angry, mumbling state. And there was still a long way to go to Dragonstone, you thought with a snort, it would be an irritating journey.

"Nyke tepagon bē, ao uēpa zaldrizes!" (I give up, you old dragon!) Merax seemed to be pleased with your giving up, though he growled at the nickname. You laughed feeling your hair stick to your rain-soaked face. "Ivestragī's jikagon ilagon, Merax!" (To the ground, Merax!) He wasted no time and obeyed you, shrinking his gigantic wings as he descended fast. You spread your arms, trusting the straps around your body so you could enjoy the freezing rain hitting your face harder on the way down, the strength of the wind against you making you let out an excited yelp knowing no one but Merax could hear. It's been a long time since you felt like this, so free. The obligations and pressures of a war knocking at your doors left everyone tense and with no time for fun. But, heavens, you missed it.

Merax spread its wings again as you both neared the ground, and you turned your attention to where you were going. The rain was very heavy, as was the fog, but when you finally managed to see the ground, you realized that you were under a field of crops. Merax continued gliding along the ground for a while until he reached an area with a large lake, some rocks and mountains around it. His huge paws touched the muddy ground once, twice, three times until he finally dug his claws into the ground to stop. You looked around for where you could take shelter and saw that farther away was a ramshackle shack, clearly abandoned. But it had a semi-decent roof, which would serve to quell the storm until it was safe to fly again. At first you were irritated at the thought of stopping the trip for a silly drizzle, but with the gale shaking your body on top of Merax, the torrential rain that was falling now and the thunder and lightning bursting in your ears louder and louder, you agreed to yourself - with a frown on your face - that Merax was right.

But your dragon wasn't relaxed like you thought he would be when you decided to give in and do his bidding. He looked even more tense now, in fact. Wings outstretched, slightly crouched posture and sharp teeth bared in a menacing snarl as he stared up at the sky. He was ready to fight. But what was it here that posed a threat to a terrifying dragon like Merax?

You could barely see a hand in front of you with the rain pouring down the way it was, but even so you brushed your soaked hair out of your eyes and tried very hard to see what threatened Merax.

At first you didn't notice anything. The only sounds you could hear were the rain falling in full force and Merax's growl below your body. But then a familiar roar sounded above your head, a fierce roar that had you straightening your body in Merax's cell, alert.

Vhagar.

You knew it was her, having heard that roar again before. After your aunt's funeral, after your uncle, Aemond, to claim Vhagar and lose his eye for it. You heard her roar when her rider was wounded, and you never forgot it. It was the same roar as now. And if Vhagar was here, so was Aemond. You haven't seen him since the family dinner fiasco where he humiliated you and your brothers. You had nothing against Aemond, in fact you had defended him when you both were children and your brothers along with his brother made cruel jokes with him. But clearly his uncle was no longer the boy he was before, the intentions of his heart being completely unknown to you at this point. Lucerys recounted a cruel pursuit when he was at Storm's End seeking the support of Lord Borros Baratheon. Thank the gods your brother had managed to escape along with Arrax, but it had been close.

You didn't know what Aemond wanted, or even what he was capable of, and even though neither the Blacks nor the Greens had made a violent move against each other yet, you couldn't help but puff your chest out in preparation. What if Aemond decided to do to you what he did to Lucerys? A cruel and malicious pursuit. Merax was a full-grown dragon, much older than you, perhaps he had even battled another dragon before. You couldn't tell. He hadn't had a fitter for many years before you claimed him for yourself. Until then he was considered a wild dragon, without an owner. But anyway since you became his rider, the two of you hadn't fought another dragon directly before. Much less one of Vhagar's size and experience. You knew that in strength you both wouldn't win, as Merax was smaller than her. But maybe if you kept your cool and a objective strategy, you could escape just like Arrax and Lucerys.

How the hell did Aemond know you were here? You didn't even know you'd be here!

Through the haze of the heavy curtain of rain Vhagar crossed above you, much closer this time. Merax roared aloud in defiance and turned his large body to match her movements.

"Lykirī, Merax." You said in a firm tone, trying to calm your dragon who was starting to act on instinct in the face of the possible threat. You knew you couldn't ask him to fly now, the weather wouldn't favor you. You had no option but to wait for Aemond and Vhagar's first move and then act accordingly.

With a loud thud that shook the earth below you, Vhagar landed. Her giant body oozing rivers of water as she shook her head and her wings with a roar. Merax was restless, not knowing exactly what that meant, but deducing that he was hostile. His paws propelled him forward instinctively, though you again said "Lykirī". But he ignored your request - for the first time - and continued on his way to Vhagar, growling and spreading his wings in defiance.

This was too bad.

Aemond's blond head popped out from behind Vhagar's neck and you could see that he was holding tightly to the ropes that connected her body, pulling on them as he shouted a "Dohaerās, Vhagar". He was trying to control her. So he didn't want to fight. It was just two dragons acting on instinct.

This spurred you to action and before Merax approached Vhagar to the point of no return you also firmly gripped the ropes near the cell, lifting your body a little to gain momentum and shouted as sternly as you could: "DOHAERĀS, MERAX!" He hesitated, wanting to continue walking, but confused by your determination to deny him that. "KELĪTĪS!" You ordered him to a stop with a strong tug on the ropes. Your resolve being tested by the dragon, you knew.

Obviously annoyed and still angry, Merax roared but stopped his advance towards the other dragon. Aemond also having succeeded in taming Vhagar, looked at you soaked in his cell.

"But what the hell do you think you're doing, Aemond? You know you shouldn't approach a full-grown dragon like that! Are you wanting to start the war today?!" You shouted from above Merax to Aemond, trying to control your heart that was beating desperately at the possibility of a fight between the two dragons.

Aemond didn't answer you, instead descending from Vhagar with all the mastery and grace that only a Prince and Rider of his level would have. Even if though he looked like a drowned cat. You watched him turn his back on you and walk across the muddy earth towards the run-down shack.

You stared at him open-mouthed, not understanding anything about this situation.

"Are you going to keep screaming like an animal at slaughter or are you going to seek shelter from this storm, niece?" He spoke loudly over the noise of the rain without stopping his walk. Merax seriously torn between facing Vhagar to the death or facing Aemond, fearful he might offer you harm.

"Nyke'll sagon sȳz, nyke kivio. Sagon sȳz naejot se gevie riñnykeā toliot konīr." (I'll be fine, I promise. Be kind to the beautiful Lady over there.) You said fondly, nodding in Vhagar's direction as you smoothed Merax's hard scales. Somehow Vhagar heard your words and growled at you. You widened your eyes and left as quickly as possible, almost running towards the shack. Far be it from you to want to be the target of Grandma Vhagar's wrath.

You entered the house, which had no door or window, both broken into and decaying on the floor. Large piles of hay scattered across the decrepit floor. Streams of rainwater seeping through the wood of the ceiling and the corners of the walls to the floor. It was all crap. But it kept most of the rain outside, and that in itself was a mercy.

Aemond stood by the broken window, no longer wearing his heavy black coat and leather shirt, wearing only a long-sleeved shirt. Hands clasped behind him, posture perfectly upright looking at the gale outside, water still dripping from his hair and clothes. You stood there in the doorway, eyeing him suspiciously, the one-room house being too small to house all the strangeness that had formed around you both over the years. You didn't trust him. He insulted you more than once by calling you a bastard. He almost killed your brother. He was your rival.

"Are you going in or are you going to keep staring at me until the storm passes?" He grumbled without looking at you. Your bored voice unnerved you. You huffed and walked into the house. The sound of the wind on the boards making the house creak in a frightening way, as well as the flashes of lightning.

You walked in circles around the room, feeling soaked to the bone and shivering. Your boots soaked in water, your thick shirt half red and half black weighing your body so wet and your riding pants clinging to your skin in an irritating way, as well as the gloves on your hands.

You were smart, you'd read enough books to know that keeping your clothes wet on your body in this cold weather wasn't going to end well for you. Chills disease being, in most cases, fatal for those who catch it. And it all starts with a cold. You were one step away from entering a war, you couldn't afford to die from a damn cold.

You knew what to do.

But where could you muster the courage to take off your clothes while standing right in front of your slightly psychotic-leaning uncle?

You stood there debating the options, whether it would be better to work up the courage to do what you knew needed to be done or whether it was better to risk catching a disease and dying, when Aemond turned to you.

"I can hear your teeth chattering even over the roar of the storm, child." He said with a cocky smile, not unclasping his hands behind his body.

Child? You two were almost the same age!

"As if you weren't freezing after that storm too, you idiot!" You screamed, offended and embarrassed, trying to control your jaw quivering in the cold.

He just shrugged.

You felt your body shivering more and more, the cold of your clothes getting deeper into your skin as time passed.

"Take it off." he said, suddenly impatient, taking you by surprise.

"N-no!" You responded too quickly to be considered natural. Yes, you knew it had to be done. But hearing the command from his mouth made you irritated and embarrassed.

Aemond sighed, as if the whole situation was beyond him, as if he didn't deserve to be here with you.

"Come on girl. You and I both know it needs to be done. Let's get this over with." He grumbled walking towards you, as if he was going to take off your clothes himself. Your eyes widened like plates and your cheeks heated up when you realized that.

"I do it alone!" Your desperate words left your lips before he could get any closer.

Gathering courage, you undid the click of the chain that held your sodden cloak around your neck, hanging the fabric over one of the many old boards propped up against the wall. Then you bent down and removed your boots and gloves. Never once did you dare lift your eyes to Aemond, or else you would lose your nerve. Being in his presence for some reason made your heart race and your body tingle in a way it shouldn't have. Your fingers were shaking — you told yourself it was just the cold — as you unbuttoned the long-sleeved shirt, slowly pulling it off his shoulders.

God, why was he still standing right there watching everything?

And more importantly, why weren't you yelling at him about it?

You were feeling overwhelmed with emotions, none of which you should be feeling.

With a final sigh you finished pulling the heavy shirt over your arms, and without stopping to think too much, you pulled your pants down too, leaving only a thin, loose shirt that reached mid-thigh. Your arms instantly crossed in front of your breasts as you remembered that the shirt was also wet and therefore transparent. You wouldn't take that shirt off, even if it meant your death. But stark naked in front of Aemond you wouldn't be. In your peripheral vision you noticed him shifting from one foot to the other, looking impatient. You could have sworn you saw him reach out, but he quickly forced her back behind the body.

You didn't have time to think about the bizarre strangeness of the situation, as he quickly turned around and picked up a pile of hay, placing it in the center of the room, gathering some sticks and rubbing them together trying to generate a spark . Understanding what he was going to do, you felt yourself relax a little, the thought of warming up a bit being very welcome at this point. Targaryen blood or not, the cold was more than you could bear.

Soon you found yourself watching with totally unexpected fascination the mesmerizing way in which Aemond's large hands - thickly veined, you couldn't help noticing - twirled the sticks deftly over the dry hay. The way he gently blew to help sparks turn to flame. The way he seemed to do it easily, as if he'd done it a thousand times before. He gave you a tranquility and control of the situation that left you not knowing what to think.

A flame finally appeared among the hay and Aemond quickly surrounded it with the palm of his hand to keep the wind from blowing it out. He gathered more hay until that flame was higher, then put some sticks and wood chips he found on the ground to make the flame last longer.

You standing around the whole time watching in awe.

When the fire was strong enough to sustain itself, Aemond stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Just like that.

You haven't had the time or mental preparation to see Aemond's sculpted chest and muscled abs to perfection. His skin glistened with the wetness of the rain against the fire's flames, creating a mesmerizing shadow. White hair clinging to shoulders and chest. He bent down to take off his boots - by divine mercy he left his pants in place - then stood up and turned his back on you. You gasped when you realized he was taking off his eye patch. He gathered his long hair in his hands and wrung out any excess water. Then he put the eye patch back in place and turned to you again.

Still not speaking, he sat down against the wall, facing the fire. You didn't know what to do, the roar of the storm still loud outside preventing you from leaving, but the awkwardness of being practically naked with Aemond in this abandoned cabin also didn't let you relax.

You should have stayed one more day in Riverrun.

"Sit down before you freeze in that position, niece." Aemond grunted, leaning his head against the wall and closing his violet eye. "Come here by my side and warm up." His words could have been interpreted as concern for you if he hadn't said it so bored. But he was right, you would really end up freezing like that. With your arms still covering your breasts, you moved closer until you crouched down and sat next to him, keeping a safe distance of course.

You stood there in total silence for a long time, long enough for you to feel your hair starting to dry. He still has his eyes closed - maybe even sleeping - and you're staring at the flames slowly consuming the pieces of wood. You had the urge to go see Merax many times during this period, but you held back. He was a full-grown dragon, he knew his way around much better than you.

Hearing the creaking of wood between the flames you glanced sideways at your unwanted companion, watching the adam's apple rise and fall slowly as he swallowed once, his hair a bit disheveled now as it began to dry without the aid of a brush, his arms supported on both bent knees. Oh, the defined muscles of his arms, firm forearms with prominent veins.

You really needed to go.

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond would also stare at you when you weren't paying attention, watching the way you hugged your knees to your chest, the way you rested your head on them as you stared into the flames. Your half-dry hair rebels around your face, your eyes reflecting the fire's flames, your smooth skin flushed...

There was a tension between the two of you, and that tension increased with every second you were trapped in this cabin.

You turned your head again to look at him, but this time you found him with his eye open, already looking at you. The shock of seeing his violet eye glowing with the firelight was so great that you sighed and couldn't take your eyes off it.

"What were you doing in the Riverlands?" He asked slowly, not taking his eye off yours.

You knew this moment would come. Two rivals trapped under the same roof without trying to get information from each other? It was impossible to remain like this for long.

"You know very well what I went to do, uncle." You said lifting your chin in defiance.

"Hmm." He said still very calm, looking you up and down, making you feel uneasy. "I was planning to pay a visit to the Riverlands myself soon." His voice sounded superb, as if he knew he had more to offer than you. It irritated you.

"I find it difficult for Lord Tully to consider a better offer than marrying his eldest son to a Targaryen, his grandchildren will have dragons and his son will be King consort once I am Queen, as I am in the line of succession to the Iron Throne." You said it loud and clear, daring him to retort.

In fact you never boasted about being in the line of succession to the throne. You were, unfortunately, a year older than Jacaerys, being your mother's rightful heir and therefore next in line. But unlike your brother, you didn't want to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You never made a point of reminding anyone of that. But the pleasure of finally getting a thrill out of Aemond, seeing his pupil dilate at your words and his jaw tense, made it worth using your ace up your sleeve.

"Are you engaged to the Tully boy?" He repeated his words slowly, as if he was struggling to keep calm.

You didn't think that would be the part he would fixate on. The question of who would sit on the Iron Throne was the point you imagined your two discussion would focus on.

"First of all, he's not a boy. Lord Edward Tully is a man. And yes, I'm engaged to him. Not that it concerns you, dear uncle." You said the last part muttering, turning your attention to the flames of the bonfire.

"You're fighting to be the fucking Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and you intend to have a scum of Tully for a husband? Is that serious?!" He looked angry, his words carrying a weight that left you shivering and alert.

"What does it matter to you who will be my husband, Aemond?" You said standing up, which he responded by standing up too. His height intimidated you, but you would never let him see it. "This is war, in case you haven't noticed! We need allies. I know even you understand that, since your visit to Storm's End wasn't just to offer pompous words to Lord Borros, or to threaten my brother in a stupid pursuit, I suppose." In your rage you forgot the indecency of your clothes and dropped your hands in front of your body, only realizing it when Aemond lowered his heated gaze to your breasts.

You tried to cross your arms again, but he was faster. Aemond took you by the arm and shoved you hard into the wall, your head banging uncomfortably on the weathered wood. But you didn't have time to think about that because Aemond's tall, hot body was soon on top of yours, pinning you down. The heat of his bare chest against you, one of his hands resting on the wall beside your face, the other cupping your chin. His face coming too close to yours, too close.

You feared what he would do to you now. You were at a disadvantage here, your dagger still stuck in your pants, now drying away from you. Your recklessness in letting your guard down near the enemy could cost you dearly.

His chest pressed your body even closer to the wall, the two of you so close it would be hard for even a hair to get between you. His mouth went to your ear, his hand still gripping your jaw tightly.

"You're shaking so much, princess." He said slowly against the sensitive skin of your ear, the soft brush of his lips and hot breath sending an intense shiver through your body. You had no answer to his statement. "humm" he let out an amused growl against your neck as he dragged his nose along your skin. "You know, a princess like you deserves better than a shitty marriage to a miserable lord." He said before licking your neck, making you sigh and instinctively recoil at the unexpected sensation. This was so wrong.

"I don't understand… Why do you care so much about this? Why now?" Your fragile voice leaving your throat as you felt him leave a mark on your skin. Your hands went to his shoulders, feeling his skin tight and warm. Your intention was to push him away from you, but Aemond chose that moment to push a knee between your legs, which made you cling to him instead of pushing. He forced you to spread your legs to accommodate his between yours. Even though you had every reason in the world to refuse, you found yourself leaving.

"You've always been a fierce little thing, haven't you? Always speaking your mind and chasing what you want." He lifted his head from your neck to stare at you, even as his knee pressed against the sensitive spot between your legs, the damp fabric of his pants rubbing against your most intimate area. "But not with me. You've always treated me well, even defending me when I needed to." He caressed your nose with his, thumb circling your cheek. "I will not let any lord take what was always rightfully mine." The last words whispered into your mouth before he pulled your into his.

You knew this was wrong, he was a threat to you and your family. He was arrogant and stubborn. Your brother had almost died because of him. He thought you were nothing but a bastard.

You knew all this. And yet, you found yourself responding to the kiss.

Aemond's slightly chapped lips touched yours with purpose, after all he wasn't one for subtlety. His mouth devoured yours hungrily, forcing you to part your lips for air, and at that moment his tongue invaded your mouth. You stood on tiptoe to facilitate the kiss, one hand holding his neck and the other going to the back of his head, where you grabbed some of the damp hair and tugged. The hoarse groan he released into your mouth electrified you, left you hungry for more. You could barely breathe, the way he licked your mouth, encouraging your tongue to dance with his, making you dizzy with need.

Heavens, the frustrated experience of kissing the baker's son definitely didn't compare to this.

Aemond's big hands went under your shirt, gripping your waist and forcing your body to rub against his leg, nearly making you straddle his thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and slammed your head against the wood behind you, closing your eyes and moaning as you felt your clit brush hard against the rough fabric of his pants. Almost to the point of hurting, but it only served to turn you on even more.

You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles and watching him shiver as you dragged your nails across his abdomen. His forehead pressed against yours, his violet gaze never leaving yours as he breathed faster. Grinning mischievously you continued your hand down until you touched the big bulge inside his pants, closing your hand around it. Aemond growled into your lips as you gasped in surprise at the size of him.

He suddenly pushed his way between your bodies to unbutton his pants and pull his cock out, always looking at you. Grabbing your buttocks he pulled your body up until you wrapped your legs around him. You moaned loudly as you felt him drag his hard cock against your soaking pussy, up and down, dragging hot skin against your clit.

"I want to hear you moan my name, love. Say who's making you feel good." His voice was husky and slurred as he kissed your ear.

"A-Aemond..." You sighed, moaning each time you felt the hot head of his cock nudging your sensitive clit. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving your breasts visible to him.

"Look at this love, and you want me to accept that this is going to belong to another man?" He growled and lowered his head to lick your nipple, holding it in his mouth and swirling his tongue. You tried to move your hips faster, but Aemond had an iron grip on you, forcing you to accept what he gave.

"Aemond, please more…more…" You begged, tugging at the root of his hair, trying to get him to look at you. He released your breasts and looked at you, his violet iris being almost entirely dark with need.

"Look at this, love, look at our bodies together, where they belong…" He whispered, forcing you to look at where his cock rose and fell against your intimacy. "Fuck baby, you're so wet. It must be fucking heaven inside you." He growled without taking his eyes from the junction of your bodies, just like you. The eroticism of the situation making you cringe in need around nothing.

"But I won't." He said and you felt euphoric, desperate to think he would deny you that. "I'm not going to take your virginity in a ramshackle tent, baby. No, I'm going to fuck you for the first time in a bed, damn, how the spoiled fucking princess you are deserves to be fucked." He continued to rub his cock into you, making you clench your legs in anticipation of the coming orgasm, your moans getting louder. Your arousal was such that his cock slid easily between your folds. "So be a good girl and come on my cock right here, now, love." He said continuously slamming his cock into your clit, sending you straight into a spiral of pleasure. Your needy moan sounded loud in the cabin as your body shook, your pussy contracting rhythmically with nothing inside, your hands gripping Aemond's hair tightly.

He laughed breathlessly, ecstatic to see your fall and allowing himself to fall too. Thick, white cords of come painted the skin of your belly, running down to your pussy as he moaned hoarsely. Aemond smeared as much of his seed as he could on your body, the knowledge that you were going to go home with his dry cum under your clothes driving him crazy.

Your legs were still shaking as he sat on the floor with you still on his lap, your mouths meeting in a wet, slow kiss. Your bodies now wet with sweat instead of rainwater.

You leaned your forehead against his, trying to control your ragged breathing. Aemond kissing the contours of her jaw and neck with a caress you'd never expect from him.

The whole experience had been surreal for you. The fact that you'd been trapped in an abandoned cabin with your uncle, argued, and that argument had led to the two of you committing such a blatant act of obscenity, horrified you now. But at the same time you were ecstatic to have done the craziest thing of your life. You were always a rule breaker, there was no denying it.

But the war between the family was still going on, you knew. This interaction between the two of you could go nowhere.

"What are you thinking, princess?" Aemond saw your expression change, he knew you were trapped in your own emotions. His big hand cupped your face and pulled your lips down for a gentle kiss.

"That doesn't change a thing, Aemond. I'm still going to marry Edward Tully, I hope you know that." You said, trying to convince not him but yourself too.

Aemond frowned, his expression suddenly dark. But he soon masked it with a sly, wicked smile.

"That's what we'll see, niece."

tbh kuni being a tittie lover is so true and i stand by that

“Do you not understand that you have ascended in the top stratum of mortals with my offer?” The emphasis tacked on his words was hard to miss, along with the clear frustration etched across his face that seemed to deepen together with your incredulity.

“Do you know what I think? I think you need to sleep.” You tugged and spread the blanket over your legs, inching just close enough to the bonfire to keep you warm throughout the night.

In disapproval or disbelief, he groaned loudly and treaded heavily in front of you. “And how do I sleep?” He sneered on your face. “How do I sleep in this condition? Pray tell.”

You closed your eyes, humming to the tune of the sleep beckoning you closer. “Well, first and foremost, you need to shut your mouth and lay down.”

“Mortals surely are the daftest creatures that have graced Teyvat. They cannot realize a blessing when they see one. How absurd,” he droned on. His mumbling and murmuring went on for minutes, deliberately causing disturbance to a rather pleasant night under the clear starry sky.

Your nose flared in impatience that you bolted upright, grateful that the blanket did not fly to the nearest fire, before facing him. “And how is refusing you to touch my breast considered daft?”

Immediately up for the challenge, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared you down. “Ha! You do not understand the weight of your words, do you? You should’ve considered yourself fortunate.”

“I have allowed you ten nights to touch my breasts while you sleep because you said it was cold. And despite seeing no correlation between the weather and your hand on my chest, I have let you in your freedom.” You were face to face with him. None of you seemed aware of the mere inch that’s separating your faces. “Tell me, what makes you so addicted to it?”

“They are soft! And supple! And I like how they feel on my hand!” He was out of breath when he finished.

So were you, with the force of his confession. It was you who broke the eye contact first by stomping back to your place.

“You can say I have grown accustomed to them,” he continued. “Perhaps one day I shall see them for myself—”

“Stop talking,” you deadpanned before breathing deeply. At last, you looked at his direction. “C… come here.”

Against the fire, you would’ve thought that his eyes brightened up a fraction. But you knew better than anyone else how he liked to keep his emotions at bay no matter the circumstances.

“You can touch them,” you murmured. “But I have rules.”

“Madness!” he was quick to retort. “You dare make rules?”

“Alright, then, good night.” You pulled the blankets over you again and prepared to lie down.

He sighed, long and ingested with patience. “Alright, alright. I will hear them: your rules.”

You raised one finger. “One, you should not speak anymore. Two, you shall not squeeze—” He gave you a stupefied look. “I’m serious. I cannot sleep when you do that. And those are my rules. How about that?”

“Shall not squeeze? You are merciless. Even I wouldn’t have thought of such cruelty.”

“Stop the nonsensical drama and lie down. Now. We have a long way ahead of us tomorrow and we shall get all the rest we can.” You tapped the space beside you, firm and solid on your words.

Surprisingly, he did not raise any more objections about the set-up. He positioned himself beside you, his hand crawling inside your shirt and finding the treasure there. Like a warm kerchief, his dainty hand cup your breast. It was only a matter of time after that before you heard him softly snoring. Again, for the 11th day, it would seem as though you were to sleep with burning cheeks and swirling stomach.