Fandom Smutty Shots

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Aang

Aang would be ecstatic.

He hadn't told you, but he wanted nothing more than an army of children to pass on his teachings to and keep his culture alive.

He would wait on you every second of the day. You needed for nothing and got all you wanted on top of that. Every strange craving, every tantrum, every breakdown, he took care of you.

It only got worse as your pregnancy progressed, Aang never leaving your side out of fear of you getting hurt.

"I'm going to take care of you and our little one, you understand?"

"Nothing will stop me from protecting you."

Azula

Azula would panic at first.

She would disappear, neglecting all of her royal duties for days.

You would be hysterical. You knew she wouldn't take it well, but running away? That you did not anticipate.

She would however return after a few days, tears in her eyes as she apologized and held you close, whispering how lucky you were and how beautiful your baby would be.

Azula prepared a nursery immediately, and called in royal servants to wait on you hand and foot. You had everything you could ever need.

Katara

"I think I'm pregnant."

Katara froze, and tears hit her eyes before she embraced you, rubbing your back as she said how happy she was.

She would care for you herself, using her water bending to heal any bruise, nick, or pain you felt.

You would feel so loved, and you knew your baby would be loved too.

Sokka

Sokka would laugh hysterically, wheezing as he finished with a hand on his knee.

"Good one!"

"I'm not joking."

He sobered up so fast, his face falling as he realized you were dead serious.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, sniffing nervously as you waited for the happy reaction you had hoped for.

His face changed as he processed, a smile spreading across his face.

"I love you."

He would kiss you, pulling you in by the waist as he showed you just how happy he was.

Toph

Toph would let her signature grin out as she bent down to kiss your belly.

"Hey little one. You're gonna be the most badass kid ever."

You would laugh and pull her up for a kiss, embracing her as you did.

"I love you," you mumbled, closing your eyes.

"I love you too."

Zuko

Zuko would definitely be the one to notice your pregnancy.

The morning sickness you brushed off, the mood swings, the lack of bleeding in the last few months.

"(Y/n), have you considered you might be pregnant?"

"Of course not."

He dropped it, waited a few weeks, and you began to notice your weight gain. You complained to him about it, and he mentioned it for a second time.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

You burst into tears, suddenly coming to terms with what had been in the back of your mind.

~

Wednesday Addams

Wednesday would make you wait for it.

You flirted with her for months, small comments as you passed in the hall, stolen glances during class time, late night hangouts that always lead to danger.

It was after you saw the Hyde for the first time. Wednesday had almost died, and she felt exhilarated.

You touched her face and met her eyes, seeing them soften as you leaned forward.

It was gentle and slow, like she had no idea what she was doing. You lead, meeting your lips to hers and devouring her delicious taste.

Enid Sinclair

Enid took you on a date, of course.

A picnic by a beautiful lake, you ate and joked and had an overall good time.

She'd be cleaning up at the end when it happened.

Enid would catch you staring at her, and she'd meet your gaze with a playful smile as she sauntered towards you, hips swaying dramatically.

She'd lean down and catch your lips in hers, a gentle motion as she fell to her knees and deepened the kiss.

You were out of breath by the time you finally pulled away.

Bianca Barclay

Bianca had to earn your trust.

You knew the reputations sirens had, and you had to be sure your feelings were real.

After months and months of tense encounters, you finally gave in and realized it was true how you felt.

You cornered her in a classroom one day, before anyone else arrived. You knew she was usually early.

You pushed her against the wall and passionately kissed, the heat from months of flirting all coming out at once.

When you finally did pull away, the now full classroom erupted into whoops and cheers, making the two of you laugh.

It had been overdue.

Tyler Galpin

You liked Tyler long before he even knew you were a person.

You got coffee from him every day, but he never seemed to remember you. He remembered so many orders yet... never yours.

At least, not until you saw him outside of work at the fair for the first time. He was alone, and he approached you quietly.

"Funny seeing you outside the coffee shop."

"What can I say, I do stop drinking caffeine on the occasion."

Tyler laughed and wrapped a hand around tour waist, pulling you in to his body.

"I've been waiting a long time to do this."

He devoured you. His lips hit yours with force and he tasted every piece of your soul as he moved against you, holding you closer than you thought possible.

"Huh," you breathed when he finally broke it off, minutes later.

Xavier Thorpe

It was your third date when Xavier finally die it.

You were out to dinner, and he was walking you home afterwards when he suddenly stopped. He put his hands on your hips and closed his eyes, leaning in.

He kissed you gently, his lips pressed to yours with a light touch.

It was only a peck, but it was enough to show you he was in this as much as you were.

Ajax Petropolus

Ajax would surprise you.

He'd tell you to close your eyes and he'd bring you out to the middle of the woods, the beautiful, tall trees surrounding you in a strange glory.

"Open." He would say, only giving you a minute to take it in before he'd crash into you, his teeth gently nibbling on your lips.

It was the best kiss of your life.

Isaac Night

Isaac would be lost on how to kiss you.

You would have to make the first move.

After weeks of flirting gone unnoticed, you grew frustrated. You sat on the sofa together, and you suddenly sat up and threw your leg over his to straddle his lap.

Carefully, you leaned down, placing your lips against his with a practiced talent.

He tangled his hands into your hair and dragged you into him, kissing you back much harder than you expected.

~

"What can I get you?" You asked as you turned to the new customer, a small smile plastered onto your face.

"Rum and coke please," the man answered, not looking up from his phone.

God you hated the clientele here, but fuck did they tip well when you wore a short skirt.

"Single or double?" You kept the same fake expression, though you knew he wasn't even looking at you.

"Single."

"You got it!" You said cheerfully, mustering all the excitement you could. You turned around and grabbed a single glass, adding ice before counting out a shot of house rum. You filled the glass with pepsi from the pop gun and tossed in a straw before handing it to the guest.

"Are you starting a tab or paying for that now?" You asked, leaning forward on the bar slightly to hear his response better. He was pretty quiet.

"Now, I have cash." The man pulled out a ten, grabbed his drink and sauntered off towards a group of men occupying the corner table.

"Thanks!" You called as he left. You rung in the drink and cashed it off, taking the change as your tip. You glanced around, checking beer and highball glasses to see if anyone needed a refill. You then looked for empty plates, spotting one and heading to it.

"Are we all finished with this?" You asked politely as you approached. They nodded yes and you took it out of the way, heading back to the kitchen. You made a left to the dishpit and smiled at TJ, your regular dishwasher.

"How's it going out there, (Y/n)?" He always made small talk when he had a second.

"Good! Got a few tables and a few sitting at the bar, can't complain," you replied, spinning on your heels to head back out. Your boots were heavy against the floor, your footsteps letting everyone know you were returning.

TJ was the only one left in the building other than you, and he would be finishing up soon, leading to the worst part of your night; working and closing the bar alone.

Only another forty-five minutes and you could do last call, it was getting late.

A man stood at the entrance to your bar, VLT ticket in hand, a nearly empty beer in the other.

"Can you cash this?" The man said gruffly, stepping out of the way to let you pass. You gently took the paper and scanned it, counting out two hundred and twenty-five dollars in front of him. "Is it still happy hour?"

"Right up until we close!" You answered, watching as he downed the last drop and put down the empty bottle. He handed you a five, and you grabbed him another, twisting it open with your sleeve. "Here you go!"

"Thanks," he said, heading back to the machine he had occupied for the past few hours.

Sometimes it was hard to watch people throw their lives away. You frequently saw alcoholism and gambling addictions, even drug addictions a lot of the time. You had lost count of how often you cleaned substances off the back of the toilet or found needles in the trash.

Downsides of working in a shitty dive bar.

You made a few more drinks and billed out some guests before you started your close, getting ready to do last call in a few minutes.

You tried to hide your displeasure as you heard someone new enter the bar, and you stood to face them with a smile.

You knew you made a face when you saw him. You usually had control over your expressions with a practiced eased, but he was just so beautiful, you faltered for a moment.

You hadn't dated anyone for a very long time, not since your high school sweetheart cheated on you. You no longer had trust for men.

But something about him was... different. The way he dressed, the way he carried himself. He was not to be ignored.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts when you realized you'd been staring for too long.

"How are you doing tonight, honey?" You chirped, your smile real this time as you heard his voice.

"I'm just wonderful, how about you?"

"Funny, I'm pretty wonderful myself. What can I get you tonight?" You almost forgot to add, "oh, and I'm doing last call soon as well, we close in twenty!"

"No problem. I just need a whiskey. High shelf, on the rocks." He pointed to the most expensive bottle you had. To be fair, it wasn't that expensive, but for this kind of bar? Nobody ordered it.

You placed your hands on the barback and hopped up, grabbing the bottle you needed before dropping back to your feet.

"Single or double?"

"Double," he said in that intoxicating, raspy voice. "I had a long day."

"Yeah?" You prodded as you poured up the liquor and handed it over the bar. You leaned your arms in before you continued, "what happened?"

"Nothing you want to hear about," he said, and you heard the darkness in his tone.

"Try me," you retorted with a smile. "What's your name, honey?"

"Chuck."

"Just Chuck? I expected Van Williams the third or something fancy," you laughed.

Chuck took a sip of his drink. "Do I seem that pretentious?"

"Nah, you're just wearing a very expensive suit to hang out in a bar where everyone else is in sweats," you answered.

"You're not in sweats," he retorted, and this time he laughed. It seemed bittersweet, like he was sad under all the pain.

"No, I suppose I'm not," you agreed.

There was a few beats between when he spoke next, as if he was contemplating what words to use.

"My girlfriend slept with my uncle." He declared, his eyes not leaving your gaze once. "She said it was to help me, but I still broke up with her. He was the one person I couldn't forgive her for."

"I'm so sorry, honey." Was all you could say in these situations. Certainly not the worst thing you'd heard, not even close. In your job you listened to tales of grief, pain, and loss. You listened to crimes committed, lies told, and everything in between. The human race tended to just experience tragedy after tragedy.

You wished there was more you could do to help people, but you barely got by yourself most months.

Chuck shrugged, "don't be. I wasted a lot of time on that woman, now I can start fresh and find the real one."

He thought so logically, you were impressed. Most would let their hearts dictate how they felt after something like that, but not him. He just became all the more interesting.

"So what brought you here then?" You pressed.

"I told you, I'm starting fresh. I think I need to purchase a new venue. This one is looking promising." At some point he had finished his drink without you even noticing. It was rare you were interested in a conversation, but you stopped to pour him another anyways.

You laughed, "I can't imagine just buying a place. A little out of my price range."

"Why do you work here?" He asked suddenly, and you frowned. That was a new one. You had people asking about your schooling, tell you that being a bartender wasn't a real job, all of it. But nobody ever asked that.

You swallowed, debating if you were going to open up to him. "My best friend and I got jobs here when we first turned of age. When I..." you paused. "When I lost her, I couldn't let go of this job. So here I am."

Chuck nodded at you. "Fair enough. You're here full time?"

"I close seven nights a week," you tried to muster up a smile. You remembered how exhausted you were, and you turned your back for a moment to take a gulp of your energy drink.

When you turned back, Chuck was gone, and a hundred dollar bill lay under his empty glass. His two drinks were only twelve dollars each, that was a massive tip.

You shot down the thought of him being your boss immediately, knowing you shouldn't get your hopes up about something that would never happen.

He just seemed so... genuine.

Why did he leave like that?

~

It was two weeks before you saw him again.

He ordered the same drink, double top shelf on ice and sat quietly in his barstool while he waited for you to finish counting your lotto cash. When you were done, you turned to him with a warm smile.

"How are you tonight?" You asked.

Chuck, yes you actually remembered his name, pondered his answer. "I can't complain. Just waiting for some financials to go through for my newest project."

"You mean this bar?"

"So you remember me," he said. "Yes, this bar. Seems like it could use an extra bartender so we can get this place busy again. How does some help sound?"

It actually sounded great. You were exhausted, and being able to take a night off would be a dream. You could pick up the extra hours another day. "Good luck getting people in here," you finally answered. "My boss has been trying for years, longer than I've been here. Nobody is interested."

"That's because you're advertising the wrong thing," Chuck stated.

"And what would the right thing be?"

"The experience, of course. Coming in to an old school bar with a pretty bartender who talks to you is most people's dreams. You just haven't capitalized on the right clientele." He sounded so sure of himself when he spoke, like he knew this world better than anyone.

"I would like a change in the guests that come around," you admitted, blinking slowly as you dreamed of a night off. You shoved the thought away and smiled, "though I guess you're a nice start."

Chuck laughed. It was an intoxicating sound, a deep yet gentle chuckle. You wanted to make him laugh a million times over just to hear it again. "I appreciate the honesty. I hope I get more of it when I own this place."

You rolled your eyes, "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Fair enough." He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and left it as he took the last sip of his beverage. "Have a good night, (Y/n)."

You didn't remember telling him your name.

~

He disappeared again, this time until you nearly forgot about him. It was only when the owners, Jim and Helena, came in to talk to everyone that you remembered.

"We have decided to sell Lost City and Hidden Gem," Jim announced, clearing his throat when the room broke out in whispers.

The restaurant and the bar? That was... why? You couldn't help but remember the man at the bar, claiming he would buy the place that wasn't for sale.

"It wasn't an easy decision," Helena continued, her voice shaking. "We've been assured none of your jobs will be disrupted."

This was shocking news. They always claimed they would never sell, they built this place from the ground up by themselves as a young couple. Everyone knew the story. From rags to... well, lower middle class. Better than what you lived in, you supposed.

"The new owner will be in later today to fill you in on more details. For now, you're closed." Jim finished, clapping his hands on his thighs. "Good luck with this new chapter, it's been a pleasure."

With that, the pair walked out, leaving you all with mouths gaping, unsure what the next step was. Did you stay? Go home? You supposed you needed to wait to meet the new owner... or perhaps see him again.

~

Over the next few months, Chuck Bass made good on his promise. He changed just about everything, even upped your pay a dollar. Well, everyone's, but the sentiment was the same.

He was the best boss you'd ever had. He hired staff slowly, hand picking who he thought would match his vision best. You were currently out clubbing with one of the new hires, a tight little black dress to contrast her red skirt-white shirt combo.

Dakota was beautiful, and just your type of person. Fun, laid back, and always down to drink and have a girls night.

You swayed your hips to the music, your hand thrown in the air carelessly while the other cradled your drink. You had been doing apple pie shots all night, and you were pretty loaded.

Two men on the dance floor approached you, one heading to grind against Dakota while the other reached out to grab your hand and spin you. You giggled as you went around, your head spinning with you.

"You look good," the man shouted to you, and you blushed. You hadn't been out with a man in as long as you could remember, not since the last one shattered you.

But a little fun couldn't hurt, right?

"Not so bad yourself," you replied as you turned around and dropped it down to the beat of the song. You danced like that for what felt like hours, grinding and teasing each other in a way only strangers could.

When your drink was empty, you excused yourself to find Dakota and head up to the bar. After a few minutes of searching, you realized she was nowhere to be found. You dug through your purse to pull out your phone, where she had left you a message.

Have fun! Went home with a mans. Don't worry about me.

You furrowed your brows and set down your empty solo cup, sighing as you opened uber. You didn't like being out alone, it wasn't always the safest, especially when you were drunk. You booked a car, and glanced at the ETA.

Fifty-four minutes!? What the hell!? You couldn't wait that long, the club closed in forty-five. You began to panic, how were you going to get home? You headed for the door and exited the noisy club, the nighttime chatter outside a stark contrast.

The breeze was cold on your legs as you scrolled through your contacts hopelessly, knowing there was nobody to pick you up with Dakota gone. You were a little annoyed she had just abandoned you like that. Without even so much as a goodbye?

You stopped when you saw his name. It was two in the morning, far too late to be calling your boss to pick you up from a club.

Yet, when you clicked his name and pressed dial, you weren't sure what came over you. It rung only one and a half times before his soft voice picked up.

"What can I do for you, (Y/n)?"

He had your number programmed into his phone.

"I'm at Redrock, can you come get me? The uber is an hour away and Dakota left me and I just wanna go home," you rambled, word vomit spewing out of your mouth.

He didn't even pause before he answered, "I'm on the way."

The alcohol from your last drink must have hit right around then, because the rest of the events of the night were gone from your memory when you awoke the next morning.

In a bed that wasn't yours.

You shot up and looked around frantically, hoping to see something you recognized that would tell you where you were. You vaguely remembered calling Chuck to come get you... there's no way you stayed in his home last night.

Yet, the expensive decorations and thousand-thread-count sheets told another story. Perhaps it was a spare bedroom? It didn't look very lived in, after all, more like somewhere for emergencies. The walls were decorated, yes, but generically with paintings of the woods and ships and landscapes. Nothing clearly personal, no books, no computer, nothing that said someone actually lived in this room.

You concluded you did not sleep with your boss last night.

A pang of disappointment surprised you at that thought. Would you want to be with Chuck? You shoved the thought away. You knew who he was now, the Charles Bass. About as rich as rich gets. And you barely made ends meet.

Although, you'd been doing much better financially since he had taken over the building. Both sides were busy, he had to hire more kitchen and front of house staff. Your dying job was thriving for the first time since... well, since you had lost your best friend.

There was a knock at the door as you started shifting around in the bed, making noise with the comforter as you tore it off to stretch yourself out. You realized your head was pounding and every muscle in your body was sore. You groaned and mumbled something to the door, which Chuck took as an invitation to open it.

"Good, you're up. I was starting to worry. How do you feel?"

A million questions flew through your head as he spoke. Why did he bring you back here? What had happened last night? Why hadn't he dropped you off at home? Had you said something?

"I hurt, but I'll survive. What happened when you picked me up?" You left a few beats of silence between your sentences.

"You said you didn't want to be alone in your apartment, so I brought you back here. You said some... interesting things, but I eventually got you to bed." He laughed, and you were glad you couldn't remember as your face heated up.

Why were you such an idiot when you were drunk? Why had you called him of all people?

You supposed you didn't really have anyone else.

"I'm sorry. It's just, after Dakota left-"

"No need to apologize," he cut you off. "It's my pleasure."

~

You wished you could say the next few weeks went on without incident, but that would be a blatant lie.

Between the flirty comments, light touches, and him standing far too close to you, something had shifted that night. He made his intentions far more clear, and if there was one thing you were learning about Chuck Bass, it was that he generally always got his way in the end.

He had also promoted you to Lost City supervisor. Jim and Helena had never allowed you to work at Hidden Gem, they said you weren't 'family friendly' enough. Chuck did not share that opinion, but you still remained over at Lost City once you got your promotion.

This time it was of your own choice, however, which felt much better.

You and Dakota had made up after a heated conversation, and she apologized for abandoning you like that. You had hung out since, you just hadn't gone drinking again.

Your clientele had changed, exactly as Chuck had promised it would. You actually enjoyed the conversations you had now, not having to listen to hopeless stories of poverty, addiction, and losing everything. A higher class of people began to come in, spending more money and getting less fucked up.

They ordered cocktails and wine, something you had never really served before. They ordered off the new menu, pub food upgraded from the simple happy hour menu you had before. You now had fish and chips, nachos, mozza sticks, all sorts of meals to choose from.

And wow did the guests tip well, especially on the VLT's. Every couple hundred won, you'd get at least a twenty slipped across the bar for you. You had never thought you'd be happy again, not at work, not without her.

But Chuck had changed everything.

It made you wonder; just how much of your life was going to alter now that he was forcing his way into it?

Though you supposed it wasn't really forcing if you let him.

For he had also let you claw your way into his routine, picking you up to bring you home from work every night. It sure beat the walk in a sketchy neighbourhood in the wee hours of the morning.

You became comfortable together, chatting and hanging out like old buddies. You had much more in common than you thought you would, and you were slowly falling for him.

~

You lay awake in your uncomfortable bed, the dorm quiet as nobody else was home. Sleep had escaped you for weeks, since everything with your ex-boyfriend, Tyler, had happened.

As much as you hated him for being a lying, serial-killing monster, every bone in your body ached with the pain of missing him. His warm, muscled form holding you, keeping you safe.

You had never felt safe before you met him. Growing up an Addams, you never knew what was around the corner. Wednesday could be... hard to live with, and your parents were just so overbearing. Tyler was the first place that felt like home.

Now, you were lost. You longed for someone to find you, to save you. To pick up the pieces of your heart and tape them back together, making you whole again.

You felt so empty, so cold. Your sheets were chilly from the window you left open, and you shivered in your pyjamas. You curled into yourself, trying to get warm. Perhaps you should have gotten a warmer blanket.

Tyler would have brought you a warmer blanket.

He did everything he could for you, caring for you in a protective way.

He had even killed for you.

But you couldn't mention that part to anyone, or they might think you suspected him before he was discovered. Of course you had, but you loved him so much you painted the red flags pink.

Only you could forgive a serial killer and desperately want him back after everything he had done.

But it wasn't you he did it to.

You shoved the thought away, refusing to give it any meaning. You did not love him. You could miss him, but you did not love him anymore.

Not that you ever got the chance to tell him the first fime that you did, but he knew. He had to.

Now, he was gone. You didn't even get to say goodbye. You supposed you could visit him, but you weren't even sure what you'd say if you did.

Why? Why would he leave you like that? You knew Laurel's manipulation and his Hyde nearly gave him split personalities.

Your sister had gone to visit him. Wednesday wanted answers, and she was braver than you. You hadn't even bothered to ask what had happened when she went, and she hadn't offered up the information.

Your spiralling was interrupted by a thud you heard somewhere in your room. You sat up and snapped your eyes open, looking around wildly to see what was going on.

There he stood, by the open window, hair slicked back with sweat and shirtless. He wore tattered bottoms, and no shoes. The look in his eyes was one you didn't recognize, something feral.

Neither of you spoke. You sat frozen, paralyzed with confusion and fear as he stalked towards you, each step faster than the last. He stopped in front of your bed and tilted his head, then reached out his hand for you as if you were a wild animal that needed to sniff.

You still did not move a muscle, unsure if you were dreaming or this was real. In your dreams he looked as he did before, innocent and loving.

Today, he looked like a monster. Had he been one this entire time, and you hadn't noticed? How did you miss the glint of hunger in his eyes? How did you miss the way he looked at you like you were a prize to be won?

Maybe it was the monster you loved. Your family had fucked you up, and now a serial killer was the only one you had ever caught feelings for.

What was wrong with you?

"Come," Tyler finally barked, and you realized he held his hand out to help you up.

You weren't sure why, but you stood, his tall figure towering over you as you tried to hide the tears in your eyes. Once he had ahold of you, he didn't let go. His hand gripped your wrist and dragged you to the window he had climbed in, and you tried to reel backwards with realization.

"I'm not leaving here," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I wasn't asking." He grabbed your hips and scooped you over his shoulder as you yelped. You slammed on his back with your fists and kicked at him, all to no avail. You began to panic, not sure what the fuck was going on, how Tyler was here, why he was taking you, where he was taking you.

You began to hyperventilate, and you felt a panic attack come on.

You were unsure how long you stayed in that state, snotting and crying on Tyler's back as he ran through the woods. He was stronger than you remembered.

Or had he devolved further into the madness of the Hyde? Was it taking his sanity while giving him supernatural powers?

You weren't sure at what point you dozed off, but you must have, as when you woke again, you were tucked in to a couch, a warm fireplace flickering heat next to you.

Tyler stood next to it, looking into the flame as if it was speaking to him.

"Where are we?" You asked, feeling groggy from what must have been a terrible sleep.

"Somewhere safe," he replied, turning his head to face you once he realized you were up. He had changed into sweats, though his feet were still bare. "Somewhere nobody will find us."

You shuddered, the reality of the situation crashing down on you. You had been kidnapped by your crazy ex-boyfriend, and nobody knew where you were. You doubted anyone even knew Tyler had escaped yet, if you were the first thing he came to see when he got out.

You wondered if you were.

"What is your plan here?" you asked, getting frustrated with the situation.

Tyler shrugged, then moved over to the sofa to sit next to you. You shimmied over, swinging your legs down to hit the floor. "I just needed to see you again."

"Seeing me and kidnapping me are two different things," you retorted. "Besides, how do you know you won't hurt me when your Hyde comes out?"

Tyler's lips pressed together as his hand moved to stroke your cheek. "I would never hurt you. Human or Hyde. But you already know that, don't you?"

He was right. There was a reason you were so scared of him. You had seen him as a monster first hand. He had saved you, actually, by ripping apart an asshole who was trying to hurt you because you were an Outcast.

He had protected you, even in Hyde form.

That scared you more than anything.

Your first day was the strangest. You had no idea how Tyler had the money for groceries, or how he even walked into a store to get them without being arrested, but he somehow had enough to feed the two of you three meals a day. He even included your morning coffee with breakfast, and a sweet treat for after dinner.

It all seemed so mundane when you went to sleep that night. You wouldn't let him sleep in the bed with you, you made him stay on the comfortable sofa. You wished you knew how he had found this place, it was like your dream off-the-grid cabin.

You didn't struggle to sleep that night, despite your previous turmoils. You slept through the entire night like a dead baby.

When you awoke to coffee and breakfast on day two, you wondered if he had something to do with it.

Your spiralling thoughts every night aways ended in him. You fell asleep thinking of him, woke up thinking of him, ate, drank, pissed, every thought was on him.

And here he was.

He had come back for you.

By day three, you wondered if your family had noticed your absence. You lived with Wednesday and she knew your habits, surely she's realize. Your heart only sunk when you realized she probably didn't care enough to come looking.

Or even tell your parents.

For once, you felt you truly needed their help.

On night four, you let him return to bed with you. That make have been an error in judgement as you lay next to his shirtless form, your pussy longing to be filled by any part of him.

"I can smell you, you know," Tyler said quietly next to you. "How you weep in anticipation of me." He rolled to look at you, "did you masturbate to the thought of me while I was gone?"

His hand slowly reached out for your nipples, and when you didn't stop him, he squeezed them gently in his fingers, rolling them around to make you groan.

His hand trailed down to your sweatpants, where they stretched the band and entered, lazily going down to your folds and playing in the wetness.

"I spend months away from you, and just seeing me still turns you on, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. He left sloppy kisses down your neck as his fingers gently circled your clit, making you cry out with need.

"Fuck right there," you couldn't help moaning as he used the pad of his finger to draw rough patterns on you, and finally they slid back and entered you.

"Is that good, baby?" He rasped, moving his lips to your nipples. "Is that how you like it?"

You cried out and squirmed into his hand, trying to get the pressure you needed to build up your orgasm. You hadn't finished in so long, you were getting too close far too quick.

"Look me in the eyes when I touch you," Tyler commanded, and his dirty talk nearly pushed you over the edge.

You obeyed, forcing your eyes to focus on his beautiful face, the way his eyes darkened as you got closer.

"O-oh fuck, Tyler, I'm gonna-" just as you were about to finish, he hauled his hand away and covered you up again, turning around to lie in bed facing the other direction.

"You get to cum when I say so," he said quietly. "And not a second before, sweet girl."

The fifth day, he made you breakfast and coffee as if nothing had happened last night.

You still dripped your own slickness down your thighs, and you were sure he could tell as he smirked when he set down your plate.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, sitting next to you and digging in.

You shrugged, "fine I suppose."

"Maybe we can work out today. That might help you sleep a little sounder." You huffed at the amusement in his voice. You knew he was teasing you, but you refused to admit you needed him. His touch, his lips, his love.

You no longer wanted it, but deep in your bones, you needed him. You longed for him to care for you and protect you, something you thought you'd never deserve from a partner, let alone receive.

What the hell were you going to do?

If someone came to save you, would you even let them now? At first you were desperate to escape him, but you'd grown used to your daily routine. It was comforting to wake next to him every day, to sleep next to him each night. To know you were loved by a true monster, it made you feel special.

You never saw the Hyde. Whether it came out while you slept and just didn't realize, you had no idea. But you never encountered that part of him, not since that one horrific night you had watched someone get ripped apart.

You knew what he was capable of, and you still stayed here willingly. You were in love with your captor long before he took you; now that he had, everything felt right somehow.

Like you were a person again.

You spent so long feeling like an empty shell. Before you had met him, and then again after he had been taken from you. You felt hollow, like some piece of you was missing.

Apparently that piece was Tyler.

It was probably only a matter of time before he was ripped from you again, and this time it might be much harder. You felt like you saw the true Tyler, a broken little boy who just wanted someone to love.

And you were a broken little girl who just wanted to be loved.

How would you ever find someone who was such a perfect match again? Even Wednesday thought you were good for each other, and she didn't like or care about anyone. Yet after the first month of dating, when he had breathed some life into you, she had commented on how much happier you were. How much more fulfilled, how much you wanted to purse your newfound hobbies with him.

You'd never been much of a reader, for example. Until he had introduced you to dark romance, then you nearly always had a book in your hands with your eyes furiously eating each word.

And Tyler read some too. He claimed only for the ideas to see what you wanted in bed, but you always thought he secretly liked them just as much as his fantasy and sci-fi.

At some point, you lost track of the days in captivity. If you could even call it that. He brought you everything you needed, though you had not a clue how he was getting any of it, and though you didn't ask, he also didn't offer up the information.

Not to mention how in love you were. You let him tie you up, choke you, spank you, whatever he pleased. And you loved every second of fucking him.

You never thought you'd wish to have more sex than you were having, but Tyler always left you both satisfied and wanting more.

It was a true talent the way he played with you.

As if you were a puppet on strings, and he danced his fingers around, making you moan and scream and squirm for him.

Months passed, and you stopped caring about anything but being with Tyler. You were far too young to be this in love, but perhaps that was why you fell so hard.

Neither of you had voiced it, said the actual words. You didn't need to, you both knew how the other felt.

~

You sat in your bedroom, your sixth glass of wine in hand. You had only been drinking for an hour and a half, but that was precisely how late your husband was tonight.

This had become your new habit. He worked late with Rhaenyra, you stayed in your quarters and drank as much wine as you could handle until either Daemon returned or you passed out.

These days, there was a lot of passing out. You always woke in the bed, signalling your husband did in fact return, though he was usually gone by the time you woke in the mornings.

This war was miserable. You knew you had no right to complain, when others were out on the front lines dying. The thought of your husband dying echoed every night in your dreams. Sometimes you drank enough to sleep soundly, but that was very rare as of late.

The darkness that peeked through your window distracted you from your thoughts.

You stood and walked to it, glass in hand. You took a big sip before looking out at the view. Gods how you missed King's Landing. Your friends and family all resided there, presumably in hiding from the usurper king. Your marriage to a Targaryen put them in danger.

You felt the tears falling before you realized you were crying.

You had waited long enough. You were exhausted and wasted and upset. You needed sleep.

~

You tried to run for Daemon, but your legs felt like they were moving through water.

You could do nothing but watch as your husband ran at his enemies, an army against him alone.

Where was Caraxes? Why is he not here helping him?

Daemon dropped his sheath to the ground as the men with spears ran at him. He swung one, lopping a head off. He swung again, stabbing a heart. He swung again, and again, and again, but it was never enough.

There were always more.

Why were you running so slowly? What was wrong with you? You refused to look down at your feet, that would mean taking your eyes off the battle.

He cut through man after man, but they just kept coming. How could he possibly fight them all? You knew it was a losing fight, no matter how good Daemon was with a sword. He was outnumbered.

You cursed as you saw him get swarmed, circled by the enemies. You could still see him clearly as a spear was stuck through his back, then another.

You were close enough to hear his cries of pain, his screams of defeat.

You were close enough to see him fall to his knees.

You were close enough to see someone pick up his own sword and behead him with it.

You were close enough to see your beautiful husband's head roll away from his collapsing body.

You were close enough to experience him die.

You died in that same moment, your heart taken with his.

You sat up, a coat of sticky sweat covering your body as you screamed. You couldn't tell if your face was covered in tears or sweat, but it was uncomfortable either way.

Once you realized it had been another nightmare, and it was morning now, you could finally breathe.

These nightmares had been plaguing you since you had left King's Landing. You knew Daemon was in danger, being the charge of so many battles, and it was coming out in your sleep.

You went through the motions of your day as you always did. Washed your nightmares away, ate, went for a walk, ate again, read some of a good book, then ate dinner. Your favourite meal, as it meant you could start drinking wine again.

And drink you did. An hour later, you were three glasses in, feeling the warm tingle effects of the beverage.

Your eyes were blurry, and you could not focus on your work any longer. You gave up, moving instead to your bed and pouring another glass. As you sipped, you hoped you would fall into a deep, dreamless slumber.

It was no wonder you weren't pregnant yet, you and Daemon had barely consummated the marriage before the war broke out. And he had not touched you since. He claimed he was too tired from his days of work, on the few nights you had tried to seduce him.

You had never felt so unwanted.

You were stripped of everything in your life. Your comfort, your activities, your friends, your home, your family. You had nothing but Daemon, and you would argue you no longer had him.

Rhaenyra owned him now, her and her bloody crown. He loved her more than you, and you knew it. He followed her away from everything, and dragged you along with him. All for another woman.

You wanted to spit on her you hated her so much. Which was not fair, as she had been nothing but warm, kind, and welcoming to you. Even since the fighting started, she was not cold and distant as she was to many.

Perhaps she could sense your loneliness. She was also alone, though at least she had her children.

You wished you could have that. Unconditional love, someone who needed you to survive.

Oh how you wished Daemon loved you the way you did him. You had fallen for him as a young girl, and only luck had made you his wife. Born to the right family, born pretty enough. You thought marriage would be different than all the women's complaining you had heard.

You knew now you were naive.

~

You were trapped. Locked inside a cage at the edge of the room, crying as you watched them walk your husband into the room in chains.

You were locked in the room with the Iron Throne, and Aegon sat on it, his beady eyes boring into you as he watched you helplessly thrash around.

Daemon was brought to his knees in the middle of the room, his armour ragged and bloody.

How did you get here? How did Alicent manage to get you both in chains?

"Nobody is coming to save you this time," Aegon snarled, his voice high pitched and whiney to your ear. "You will die today, Uncle."

It was only then you noticed the executioner at the side of the throne, axe in tow.

You screamed in protest, but no sound seemed to come out. You were weak and feeble, and there was nothing you could do to help him.

You cried as the man approached Daemon, axe at the ready as Aegon spoke.

"Daemon Targaryen, for your crimes again the throne, you are sentenced to death."

The weapon came down before you could blink, forcing you to watch as his head rolled away from his body, the way blood spurted everywhere, the way Aegon laughed a maniacal, hysterical sound.

You yelled to him, but again, your voice could not make out the words, or at least, make them loud enough for anyone to hear. As they turned their heads to you-

You sat up, a coat of sticky sweat covering your body as you screamed. You couldn't tell if your face was covered in tears or sweat, but it was uncomfortable either way.

Another nightmare. Another day waking alone in bed with nobody to notice the terrors you experienced night after night.

Perhaps you would visit the maester, get something a little... stronger to help you sleep through the night.

You could no longer take the plague that was your dreams. You could no longer watch your husband die, time after time, in horrific ways.

After calming yourself down, you washed up and dressed yourself, preparing to attend breakfast. The meal went smoothly, but instead of taking your habitual morning walk, you strode in silence to the maester's chambers, where you knew he would be working.

You knocked on the door when you arrived, deciding to not wait for an answer as you slipped inside. With a deep breath you looked the maester in the eyes and broke down, all of the feeling you had kept bottled up suddenly unleashed.

Once he had stopped the waterworks, he finally got what was wrong out of you. You stuttered along about your nightmares and your drinking and your husband's absence.

When you were finally done, you had a cup of water dry eyes. The maester was clearly used to hysterical wives. You wondered if you were the first this week to come to him, or if he got these calls daily.

"I think this calls for a little more than what I can give you," the maester said softly, standing from his wooden chair. "Wait here, I'll return in a few moments."

With that, he was gone, and you were somehow alone all over again.

You curled your legs into yourself and held them, staring off into nothing as you dissociated from your body. You thought of being on the beach, building water tunnels in the sand with Daemon and your children. You thought of how excited he would be when you told him, how excited he would be to meet his son or daughter.

Or both, if your fertility would pick up a little.

In all of your fantasies, Rhaenyra was in King's Landing, running the kingdoms, while you and your husband lived in a small castle away from everyone. No one to bother you, no one to interrupt your private time except your own children.

What a life that would be. How peaceful.

The door opened and you jolted, on guard as to who was entering.

When you saw the maester with your husband in tow, you nearly sobbed. You had not seen him in days, much less when you were sober and awake.

"Daemon?" You manager weakly.

"(Y/n). What is so important you had to pull me away from work?" He spoke with annoyance, his body language angry.

You shut down. Your smile faded and you saw the way even the maester winced at Daemon's words.

"I apologize. I was feeling under the weather, I shouldn't have bothered you," you rushed out, standing and letting your hair fall in front of your face to cover the tears in your eyes.

"I will see you tonight, (Y/n)," he answered, turning around and disappearing as quickly as he came.

You followed, passing the maester wordlessly, returning to your room instead of attending lunch. You let the tears fall as the door slammed shut behind you.

You became hysterical again pretty quickly, your wet sobs echoing throughout the chamber. Why did he hate you? What had you done that was so wrong?

"Fuck this," you headed straight for the wine. You poured yourself a glass and drank it in one long swig.

Then another.

Why did he not love you?

And another.

Were you not pretty enough?

And another.

Not smart enough?

Another.

Not interesting enough?

Another.

Or perhaps you just weren't Rhaenyra.

You lost count of how many you drank while the sun was still at midday. Not much time could have passed, but you could barely think anymore you had so much wine.

You felt your stomach churn, and you knew you had made a mistake. You headed for the chamberpot in the other room, speeding up as you felt your breakfast coming back up.

You heaved up all your stomach contents, the vomit red and watery mixed with undigested chunks. The smell was detestable, and it only made you throw up all over again.

You had no recollection of how long you sat there, your tummy rumbling, before you finally curled up on the floor next to the chamberpot. You feared if you left it, you would make a terrible mess.

~

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) wake up, what is the matter? (Y/n)?" You were being shaken. "Why are you on the floor, (Y/n?)"

You opened your eyes and saw Daemon standing over you, worry clouded in his eyes. You managed to slur an incoherent response, but that was about all you could muster in your sleepy state.

Your husband cleaned you up and got you off the ground, leading you back to the bed and helping you sit. He plopped down next to you, and you noticed the sun had yet to set.

What time was it? Why was your husband home so early?

"Wh-what are you doing here?" You slurred, confusion riddled in your question.

Daemon looked at you wearily. "How much wine have you had tonight?"

You shrugged. Which was about as close to the truth as you could get; you had no idea.

"I spoke with the maester."

"Oh?" You froze before you spoke, unsure how much of your conversation had been revealed.

"He claims he told me everything you said. You have been having trouble sleeping, and you're using wine to numb your nightmares, was the main gist." He sounded like he wanted to scold you, but could see the pain in your eyes. His expression softened as he pulled you in for a peck, lingering for only a moment with his forehead on yours. "Is this true?"

You nodded, closing your eyes. You were unable to meet his gaze as he looked at you like a broken toy.

"And you tried to tell me earlier, when I snapped at you?"

You nodded again, avoiding using your voice as much as you could. You didn't want him hearing how fuzzy you were.

"What on earth is the matter?" He asked, using his finger to wipe away a tear that had fallen.

You shrugged, "I guess I'm just lonely. You work all day and night, and away from King's Landing I've really not much to do."

"How do we fix this?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. "The war requires my time. I cannot let my own blood down, my brother named Rhaenyra queen. It is my duty to ensure she ends up on the iron throne."

You thought for a few minutes. You knew what you needed, but weren't sure if he would go for it. He had no family before, why would he want to start one now?

"Speak what is on your mind, (Y/n)."

You took a shaky breath. "I want children." When you saw his expression change, you began to blabber. "I-I just, I need someone to care for. I am failing at everything, and I just need one thing to go right. Something to pour my time and energy into."

Daemon kissed you, hard. You thought it was probably just to shut you up, but you would not complain. He pulled away, standing up and then he began to undress.

"If impregnating you is all it will take," he drawled, "we can move up the timeline."

When his hard cock popped out, you were distracted from everything else he did. He approached you, taking his time with each step.

He did the same to you, going as slow as he could, making it so sensual as he revealed your breasts, your waist, your legs...

You moaned when your husband kissed your neck, suckling lightly as he trailed down to your breast. He licked your nipple, swirling his tongue around and making you throw your head back.

"Shit," you cursed, curling your fingers into his blonde hair. He released you, coming back to tower over you. His hand forced your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

"Lie down," he commanded, motioning to the pillows. "Open your legs." He crawled towards you, stopping when your legs were hanging over his shoulders and his breath was at your clit. "Now come on my face for me, beautiful wife."

He licked through your folds first, groaning in delight as he tasted how wet you were. "Good girl," he mumbled as he made his way up, finally landing exactly where you ached for him.

He finally sucked your swollen bud into his lips, circling his tongue around it with a practiced precision. You nearly screamed at the feeling, the sudden, intense pressure building you up so quickly.

He was relentless, he seemingly stopped breathing as he licked you, your unintelligible moans only spurring him on. He kept perfect rhythm, only switched it up when you needed him to, and he just kept going.

It did not take long before you reached your climax and came undone, screaming words you could not remember and curses that would have the gods smiting you. Your legs clamped shut on his head as he licked you through your orgasm, making you ride your high as long as possible.

You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you came down to earth, but were only given mere seconds before you were flipped over the edge of the bed, your feet dangling above the ground.

Your husband impaled you with his full length, not giving you a second to protest as he pounded into you with quick but deep thrusts. You tried to say his name, but only a strangled cry came out, and Daemon used his hand to shove your face into the sheets.

"Be a good wife and take it," he ordered, "take every drop of cum I leave in you."

~

Daemon finished in you four times that day. You had lost count of yours, once it had hit seven or eight, you did not remember you what numbers were anymore.

There was only his cock.

You woke up shivering the next morning, alone in bed. He still woke up and left for work early, but he always returned to eat dinner with you and prevent you from drinking wine.

He wanted his baby healthy and strong, he would say, before he would fuck you into oblivion.

Even as your belly began to swell, his cock would be inside you, pleasuring you in every way possible.

He even joked he would leave a dent in the baby's head from fucking you so hard.

~

HOMELANDER'S POV

She was so fucking beautiful when she was asleep. To be fair, I had only really seen her awake once, and she was in shock for most of that. She had been sleeping off her wounds, though once I had her examined it turned out it was really just a concussion that she had. Nothing broken, only severely bruised.

(Y/n) (Y/l/n). Twenty-four year old waitress at some shitty diner near her old house. I had a thorough background check done on her on day one, of course. Once she was cleared I could relax a bit with a strange woman sleeping in my bed.

Nobody was happy about it. Homelander kidnapping a woman after killing her father? Not exactly a good look. But she was just so... broken. And I wanted to see if I could put the pieces back together.

Perhaps if I could fix her, it would help fix myself in turn.

She had been asleep for three days now, only waking to stumble to the bathroom and back. She would barely drink and refused to eat, despite my attempts.

Suddenly, she shot up in bed, wild eyed-and heavily breathing. She glanced around, suddenly realizing she had no idea where she was, and began to panic.

I quickly went to the bed and sat next to her. "Hey, hey, it's okay," I said reaching my arm out as if to let a stray dog sniff me. She seemed on guard when she was awake, not really trusting of anyone. "You're in my home. You're safe."

Had she been having a nightmare? I should have heard her elevated heart rate and smelled the thin layer of sweat on her, but I didn't. Not until I sat next to her, rubbing her back to calm her from whatever horrors her mind played for her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked her, trying to hide my awkwardness. I had no idea how to comfort anyone, it's not like anyone ever comforted me before.

She shook her head, but didn't lean away from my touch. That would have to be a start.

"Can I have a shower?" She said it so quietly only my super senses picked up on it, but I heard her.

"Of course, you can have whatever you need." I respond, wondering if she would let me wash her. I doubted it, she barely knew me, but wow I wanted to do everything for her.

I wanted her to be mine.

I had no idea what this sudden infatuation with a human girl is, but I wasn't one to fight my instincts, and something deep in my bones was telling me (Y/n) needed my protection for something.

I wondered if it was just from her father, or if it was from herself as well.

READER'S POV

"Thanks," you mumbled, suddenly aware you had forgotten it moments ago.

Homelander lead you to the bathroom and pointed out towels and toiletries, then showed you how to work the shower. Once you were locked in and alone, you undressed, your body still sore from your father.

Where was your father? Why hadn't he come for you yet? How long had you been asleep? You recalled waking a few times and groggily drinking a glass of water, then using the toilet, but you were unsure how much time had passed.

You turned on the hot water, waited a moment, and climbed in, the steam releasing your tense muscles. You let it drip down your hair, your face, your torso, your legs. You washed yourself of everything that hurt.

You wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel once you were done, taking some time to dry your hair with a second one. You left the bathroom, nervous to ask for clean clothing, but he already had sweats laid out on the bed for you.

"Did you want something to eat?" Homelander asked from behind you. You nodded and he smiled, "I'll order from wherever you like."

"Taco bell?" You asked quietly. It had been so long since you'd eaten out, you didn't know what else to ask for.

He laughed before answering. "Of course." He pulled out his phone and typed out a message. "Is there anything in specific?"

"No. Just a soft shell taco," you hurried to add, "please."

He finished the message and you heard a 'send' sound before he slipped his phone away. "We have to talk."

Your blood ran cold. You hated that phrase, it usually ended bad for you. "Oh?" You managed.

Homelander took a deep breath before he said the words that made your world shatter.

~

Your hips swayed to the music as you danced along to one of your favourite songs, your best friend only inches away, doing the same.

You each had a drink in your hand, and it certainly wasn't your first. Not to mention the tequila shots you had been doing when you first arrived at the bar, which was probably why you were falling all over the place. Not that you noticed, to you it seemed more like the world was spinning than you.

As you looked over to your best friend, you realized she was trying to yell something to you, but the music was up too loud for you to make anything out.

"What!?" You screamed back, furrowing your brows.

"-outside-air-" you could only make out two of the words she said, but it was enough to grab her arm and tug her towards the back exit, abandoning your glasses on a nearby table after downing the drinks in a few quick gulps.

The pair of you opened the heavy door and stepped out into the bitter cold air, immediately shivering and regretting not bringing jackets. She wore a short dress and you a crop top with a mini skirt, neither of you was dressed for the dead of winter.

When you could finally hear yourself think, you turned to your friend and said, "what did you want to tell me?"

"I'm not feeling well," she answered quickly, and you noticed how pale her skin looked.

"I bet I can make you feel better baby," an unfamiliar voice calling out from a nearby alley.

"Oh piss off," you retorted, not taking a second to think about it. You hated men sometimes. You walked a few steps in the opposite direction before the group finally revealed themselves.

"Now now, no need to use that tone," the taunting continued as three men came into the light of the street, showing three very mean looking faces.

"And who the fuck are you?" It was the liquor making you brave, but you didn't consider that in the moment. "You can take your little friends and go fuck each other. Leave us alone."

Two of the boys gave you an 'ohhh', and the third folded his arms across his chest.

"You got a big mouth for such a little girl. Maybe I should shove something in it and teach you a lesson." He took a step towards you, and you realized your mistake. You were in no state to fight, your best friend had never thrown a punch in her life, and you were outnumbered.

This was not a good situation.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed your best friend pulling out her phone, but your focus was back on the men as another piped up.

"You're real pretty you know," he said slowly. "I think I'd like to have you."

You did the only thing you could think of. You sucked a glob of spit into your mouth and spat it right at their feet, your eyes glaring icy daggers.

"Stay the fuck away from us," you warned.

They were on you before you could blink. You dodged out of the way of the first, but as the second came barrelling towards you, you didn't react fast enough to avoid him body slamming you into the brick wall of the bar.

"I take what I want," the man told you with a menacing tone. "Whether you like it or not, princess."

"I'm not your fucking princess," you retorted, trying to struggle against his grip. He moved his hand to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your airflow and making you dizzy.

You clawed at his hand as you began to panic, unsure what was going on with your best friend. You didn't have time to worry about her any longer as the man hauled your small top, using his free hand to pinch at your nipple.

You tried to protest but no words came out as his hand explored your body, making you feel dirty.

You wished more than anything-

Suddenly, the pressure was off your throat. Your vision was too dark to see what was happening, but you had heard the familiar click of a safety only moments before.

"You like raping women?" A familiar voice spoke, and your fears washed away like a river off a rock.

Your best friend had texted Andrew.

The next few seconds went by in a flurry of noise and lights. You shrank down to the ground and covered yourself, feeling exposed and disgusting. Your last drink was hitting you now, and it was not helping your nausea.

"(Y/n)? Come on, let me take you home."

You felt his hands under your armpits as he lifted you to your feet, steadying you before guiding you to the passenger side of his car.

"In you get," Andrew said gently, helping you climb in and buckle up.

You sat in silence for the ride home, your boyfriend stopping only to drop your best friend at home. She seemed better off than you, but you would have to ask Andrew what exactly had happened.

It all just fell apart so fast.

You were dragged out of your thoughts as you were lead inside the house and to the bathroom.

"Would you like a shower?" Andrew asked, his hand on your waist to keep you upright. "I'll get in with you."

You could only nod, you felt so nasty. You felt like you had somehow betrayed Andrew, despite knowing deep down it wasn't your fault.

You weren't sure if he knew that.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled as he undressed you, unable to meet his eyes.

"Don't be. Just be glad I follow you every time you go get wasted," he answered, though he had worry in his normally flat tone. He turned on the water and adjusted it to a good temperature before stripping himself.

He gestured for you to climb in and you obeyed, looking at your feet as the hot water ran down your cold body.

You felt like a piece of rotting meat, and you just wanted to cut the parts he had touched off your body. You reached for the soap but were stopped by Andrew's strong grip.

"Let me," he said. He began to clean you from top to bottom, washing away everything he could as gently as he could. Maybe he knew you would scrub your skin raw, or maybe he just knew you needed comfort in this moment, but whatever it was, you weren't complaining.

"I'm sorry," you repeated, not knowing what else to do. Your mouth had gotten you in trouble before, but people either knew you as Andrew's girlfriend or he was actually with you when it had happened.

Perhaps you were spoiled at the notion of his name being protection enough. If only it was this time.

"Stop apologizing, (Y/n). I'm not upset with you, I'm worried about you." He finished washing you and then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and holding you as he spoke. "You went through something traumatic. I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner."

"I love you," you blurted out, tears mixing with the water that streamed down your face. You turned to look at him, finally, and were met with a soft expression.

"I love you too." He pushed your face into his chest and rubbed circles in your hair, tangling his fingers through with a practiced precision.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, but the temperature eventually turned cold, forcing you both out. You shivered as you awaited your towels, tying up your hair and wrapping the other around yourself when you got them.

You hurried back out to your shared bedroom, into the warmth of your covers as you abandoned your towels on the floor. Your wet hair overstimulated you as you leaned on the pillow, so you tied it into a tight bun on top of your head.

"Do you feel better?" Your boyfriend asked, climbing in next to you, still naked.

You shook your head, "not really."

"Tell me what you need right now," he commanded, and you loved when he took control. You could just sit back and let him take care of everything.

"Hold me until it goes away," you requested, looking into his eyes with your watery ones.

With that, he pulled you into his body, nearly crushing you from hugging you so hard.

"What happened?" You asked after a few minutes of peaceful silence. "I didn't see much after I started arguing."

Andrew stiffened next to you, and you knew it couldn't have been good.

"Well, I was parked about a block away in the truck, and when (bsf/n) texted me you were in trouble around back, I drove over and took care of it before anyone got injured." He spoke slowly, and you knew he was picking his words very cautiously.

"What did they do to her?" You asked.

"I think you should ask her that," Andrew answered, evading your question. "Why don't you go to sleep, baby? We'll worry about everything else in the morning."

"But-"

He cut you off with a gentle kiss, his lips meeting yours as he leaned over your body to reach you.

"I love you, (Y/n). I'll make everything better for you. I'll take care of you."

And that was all you needed to hear to fall into a dreamless slumber, your boyfriend holding you tightly through every moment of it, his eyes watching your stomach rise and fall with each breath.

~

Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad

Altaïr would have no visible response when you told him the news.

In fact, he quickly made up an excuse and got out of the house, mumbling something about a mission he somehow was delaying.

You sat for hours alone, hormonal, upset, and angry. You thought this was what he wanted. You had discussed a family before, why would he suddenly have changed his mind?

"I sincerely apologize."

He woke you up from your restless slumber with a kiss before he spoke, helping you sit up.

"I did not expect this to happen so quickly, but I'm glad for it."

You began to cry as he comforted you, pulling you into his chest to cradle you. He rubbed circles down your back, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and made you feel like the only woman alive.

The three of you were going to be just fine.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

"I'm pregnant."

Ezio's face lit up as he glanced down at your belly, his hand going to rub it gently.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded, unable to contain your happiness. You had been trying for months, all to no avail. You weren't even sure until the doctor confirmed it for you, after you had been sick for two weeks straight.

You could barely keep anything down, but it was all going to be worth it in the end.

"I love you."

Edward Kenway

You were scared to tell Edward the news. You had not yet bled this month, nor the last, and when you began to feel sick in the mornings, you knew.

The two of you were... relatively careful, but it was no surprise you had ended up knocked up.

Although you had never discussed having a family, you didn't know his thoughts on it.

When you finally did tell him, you couldn't read his face.

"I'm going to be a father?" There was disbelief in his tone.

"I'm sorry."

He kissed you, hard. His tongue entered your mouth and began to dance with yours, showing you he loved you.

"I'm going to be a father."

Arno Dorian

Arno was quiet for a few minutes after you told him.

It's not like you had been planning on this, mistakes happen of course.

What concerned you was the look of pondering on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, and normally you could read him like a book.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, suddenly nervous to meet his eyes.

With a sigh he stood and hugged you.

"We'll get through this, (Y/n).

Jacob Frye

Jacob looked ecstatic when you told him the news.

You hadn't been feeling the best for a few weeks, and when you finally went to the doctor you learned of your new condition.

"We're going to be a family?"

The excitement in his tone made your heart warm. You were perhaps a bit nervous to tell him, but as he got down on his knees and kissed your belly, you got exactly the reaction you had hoped for.

"We are." 

Basim Ibn Ishaq

You hadn't been able to keep your food down for nearly a week.

At first you thought it would be a two or three day ordeal, but after day six, Basim had decided it was time to visit a professional.

When you arrived, you told him your symptoms, and he looked at you with a small smile.

"I believe you to be pregnant, (Y/n)."

Basim stood from his chair, knocking it over as he did.

"She's what?"

Your eyes widened, unsure how you felt about the news.

"Indeed."

He kissed you right there, in front of the poor man, his hands cupping your face with love and care.

"I love you."

He was matter-of-fact about it.

~

You had been secretly living with your boyfriend for months now. Despite knowing better, you hid Tyler from the world and took care of him. You worked so he didn't have to, you cooked, you cleaned.

How on earth were you going to do all that now? Is all you could think as you stared down at the test. Positive. There was no mistaking it.

You had no idea how long you sat on the side of the tub, holding the test. You never imagined it would actually be positive, you only took it as a precaution because your period was late.

You suddenly regretted all the times Tyler came inside you instead on painting you with himself. You swore on how stupid you were, how you could ever let this happen.

"(Y/n)? Baby, are you alright? You've been in there a long time." You heard his voice on the other side of the door, and you froze.

You took a deep breath before trying to steady your tone, "I'm okay, just a bad stomach." It came out strangled and hoarse, and you knew you were in trouble.

"Are you crying? What's wrong?"

"Nothing! I'm okay," you managed, not sounding very convincing.

"I'm coming in."

You cursed your cabin's lack of a lock on the bathroom door as he twisted the knob and entered, catching you red handed.

He stood very still for what felt like an eternity, before finally, he said, "what the fuck is that?"

Your eyes stared into the floor, and if looks could kill, you'd be down at least a few tiles. "I'm so sorry," you broke, tears streaming down your face as you apologized.

He looked at you with true fear, something you'd never seen from him before. He'd always been able to protect you, but how could he save you from this?

"I have to go." Tyler stated abruptly, turning to leave. You fell to your knees on the floor and cried for him to stay, trying to hold his arm in a feeble attempt to tell him you needed him.

But he left anyways, leaving you a snotty, crying mess on the floor of your bathroom, pregnancy test in hand.

You weren't sure how long you lay there, alone in the house. At some point you lid down, the cool tiles providing some level of comfort. At least you could feel something.

The rest of you was so numb.

You told yourself you weren't in love with him, that he's a monster, that'd you'd escape as soon as it was safe to do so.

Yet here you were, screaming to yourself for him to come back, to not leave you alone, to care for you.

You cried until you had no more tears. You had a headache from the dehydration, and your body was stiff from staying in the same place for so long. Even when you could no longer cry, you stayed down, feeling like your earth had just shattered.

Perhaps it was the hormones. Or maybe you really did love him, monster and all.

You told yourself he forced himself on you every night, but the truth is your pussy wept for him all hours of the day. He could take you for the rest of your life and you'd be happy. You'd complain, because it turned you on when he forced you, but you'd be happy.

You wondered when the last time you'd fucked was. Tried to remember it play by play, as it was seeming like the last time you'd ever do it.

You wish you had known.

Maybe you'd never be happy again.

Would your baby be a monster, just like your lover? Would it rip you apart from the inside as you tried to give it life? How dangerous was a Hyde pregnancy?

You spiralled for what felt like a lifetime, before finally, you heard the door open.

You sat up, wondering how long you had stayed on the floor.

"(Y/n)? I'm so sorry. Where are you?"

You walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, still gripping on to the test for dear life. When you saw him, you gave a shaky breath.

"Where did you go?" You asked.

Tyler looked you up and down, grief and sorrow in his expression.

"I panicked, I'm sorry. I went out to get a job." When he saw your face, he added, "not one that will ask for my name."

"I just want you to be careful." You answered.

"You look beautiful when you cry, baby." He took a step towards you, rubbing his hand along your tear stained cheeks. "I'm sorry it was because I left. I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."

"What are you going to do?" The tears threatened to start spilling out again, and he pulled you into his body with a harsh embrace.

"We're going to have a baby, (Y/n)."

"Tyler, we're so young. How are we going to handle it? How are we going to afford it? I can barely make ends meet now," you voiced your concerns, feeling like his hold was the only thing keeping you from falling apart again.

"Let me worry about money from now on, baby girl. You focus on growing my little one inside you." He rubbed circles on your back with a rough touch, knowing what you needed.

"I love you," you mumbled, looking up through your eyelashes at him as you pulled away.

"I love you more. We will figure this out."

He was never this nice to you. You knew he loved you, but he barely voiced it, and when he did, he was usually taunting you while he was inside you.

You supposed you had a bit of Stockholm syndrome, but you didn't care much anymore.

You had someone to love you, and now, he could never leave you.

The severity of that hit you like a brick, and you nearly vomited. Someone would have to stay with you. You had no idea what that was like.

He kissed you passionately, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You kissed him back, hard, matching his tempo. He only let you do this for a minute before he lid down on the bed and patted the spot next to him, sliding his cock out from his jeans.

"Suck it, baby." He commanded, and you obeyed. You took your spot in his arms and began swirling your tongue around the tip as he slipped his hand inside your pants from the back, gently running his finger through you before shoving his finger as far as it would go.

You fell further on his cock with a moan, taking as much as you could for him. He fingered your g-spot as you sucked him, making you grind into him and lose focus. Your head got sloppy, though he enjoyed seeing you fall apart with your mouth wrapped around him.

He ran his fingers through the roots of your hair and grabbed on, hauling you off him with a groan.

"Undress," he instructed, and you listened.

When you were finished he forced your hips on top of his, lining up with your entrance and impaling you without notice.

"Holy shit," you cursed, rolling your hips to get used to his length. "That's big," you whined, trying to adjust, but he didn't give you a moment. His hands grabbed your sides and started bouncing you, your tits going with you as he did.

"Hold on," you managed, but it was useless. When he wanted to ravage you, he did.

You eventually took over and went at your own pace, going back and forth rather than up and down. His pelvic bone rubbed against your clit, and you began going faster for more friction.

"Good girl," he purred, "make yourself cum for me."

You rolled your eyes back and placed your hands on his chest, using them to ride him harder. You moaned in ecstasy as you reached your edge, your tummy pooling with heat. You cried out for him and he answered by bucking into you, pushing you to cum on him.

You rode your high with the friction against your clit, moaning with your eyes rolled back as you did.

"Good girl," Tyler praised, slapping your ass to keep you from stopping. You knew you needed a break, but you also knew he was close. "Gonna make me cum now baby?"

You rode him for a few more minutes before he began thrusting in to you, groaning with his upcoming finish.

He came inside you, thick ropes of cum filling your eager pussy.

"Such a good girl, baby, taking all my cum like that." He pulled out and tugged you next to him, holding you as you recovered.

It was quiet for a few minutes while you worked up the courage to speak. "Are you sure we're going to be okay?"

"I know we are baby. I'm gonna take care of you. And our little mini-you." He wiped the tear away that slipped down your cheek. "Don't cry, or we're gonna have to go again."

~

"You're to stay away from him, is that understood?" Your brother, Tony, was pissed. He caught you flirting with Bucky in the kitchen earlier, and he had been lecturing you ever since. After he sent Bucky away of course.

He had always been overprotective, but since you had moved in with him and everyone else when you lost your job, apartment, fiancé, and pretty much everything in your life... he had been a nightmare.

"Tony, I'm sick of being told what to do. I will talk to whoever I want to, whether you like it or not," you snapped back, knowing you were purposely picking a fight.

"(Y/n), I swear. Why do you have to be so difficult all the time? I let you stay here for free, the least you could do is follow my rules."

"As opposed to what? Me living on the street? Would you really do that to me, brother?" You crossed your arms and put your weight in your hip, trying to make a point.

He gave an exasperated sigh before tossing his hands in the air. "You're impossible. All I'm asking is for you to stay away from a man nearly twice your age."

"Sorry you were the favourite child and I have daddy issues now," you retorted, storming out of the room and heading for the door. The place was so big it took you a few minutes to get there, but when you did, you put your boots on and walked right out.

Just in time to see Bucky on his bike, starting the engine.

"Wait!" You called, sprinting over to him.

He looked over at you, no helmet in sight. Figures. These boys did like to like dangerously, having superpowers and all.

"Take me with you," you asked, nearly out of breath from running over. You were so out of shape.

Bucky shook his head, "I don't think your brother will like that much."

"Fuck my brother. I just lost everything, take me somewhere I can forget who I am." You gave him the saddest eyes you could muster before adding, "please?"

He bit his lip for a moment before shaking his head at you. "Get on. And hold on tight, princess."

"I'm anything but a princess," you said, hurrying to swing your leg over the back. You wrapped your arms around his waist and grasped your hands together, trying to keep your balance.

"We'll see about that." His tone was dark, and his words dripped with an unspoken promise. He revved the bike and took off just as you realized how wet those simple words had made you.

You turned your focus back to holding on, glad he couldn't see your face as you glanced at your surroundings. He was driving way too fast, but he handled it like it was nothing. He swerved in and out of traffic, making your heart race as the adrenaline pumped through you.

This was the best thing ever.

How had you never been on a bike before? The wind against you, your hair blowing everywhere, the smell of freedom. You could sit here forever, with him driving. You'd never felt so alive.

You don't know how long you rode for, but it felt like only minutes to you as you dodged in and out of traffic, until you hit a dirt road where he finally slowed down.

He entered the woods then, driving another few minutes until the trees got so thick you couldn't get any further. He parked and cut the engine, climbing off and turning back to you.

"How bad do you want to forget, princess?" Bucky asked, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. His voice was soft as he spoke, his hand reaching out to grip your chin and make you look up at him. "How bad do you want to scream to god out here where nobody can hear you?"

You gulped as the heat pooled in your belly, his intense eye contact only making it worse. You took a few seconds to muster up the courage to answer.

"Fuck me, please," you whispered, breaking away from his gaze as the embarrassment showed on your face.

He gave you a wicked smile. "You're going to regret asking that, princess." He leaned forward and captured your lips in his, kissing you hard as he lifted you off the seat and set you down on your feet. He was so much taller than you, you had to stand on your toes just to reach him. "I'm going to ruin you."

You literally almost moaned when he said that, but you managed to hold it in. He didn't need to know that no man had ever made you cum before, only you by yourself with your toys.

He reached down roughly and pulled up your tank top, revealing your bare chest to him. Bucky kissed down your neck, leaving sloppy marks as he did, before he finally made it down to your nipple. He held your breast in his metal hand, softly rubbing it before finally sucking your hardened bud, his tongue dancing around as you let out a gasp. When he pulled away and gently pinched it with the cool metal of his fingers, you nearly fell down. The temperature change from his warm mouth was incredible, and you couldn't think about-

You began to protest when he stopped, but he cut you off with a kiss, filling your mouth with his tongue as he explored.

He pulled away, a string of saliva following him. "Are you sure you can handle this?" Bucky taunted, trailing his arm along your neck before gently choking you, using his metal arm to slip down your pants.

You moaned when he made contact with your clit, the cool sensation better than you could imagine. It was slick against you, your own wetness coating his fingers as he strummed at you. He stopped to pull your pants down to your ankles, and then flipped you over to be bent over the seat of his bike.

"I'm not going to fuck you," he said, his voice condescending as he placed his fingers inside you, the angle from behind making you cry out. "I'm just going to give you the best orgasm of your life."

He relentlessly pounded into you with his arm, and you were glad he couldn't see your face as you wiggled your ass into him to get more friction. Your moans came out as cries of pleasure, and you were sure if there was anyone nearby they'd come running thinking you were dying.

You felt yourself build up far too quick, the heat pooling to your stomach as you wildly reached for anything to hold on to. You came hard, your entire body shuddering with need as he finger-fucked you through it. You felt tears going down your face as you babbled incoherently.

He grabbed the back of your neck and lifted you off the bike, dropping you down to your knees on the ground.

"Let's see if you look as pretty making me cum." Bucky's tone seemed dark, but before you could process what was happening, he was shoving his cock in your mouth, and you opened as wide as you could to see how much you could take.

It wasn't very much. You started gagging only halfway down, and you had to pull back a little. You wrapped your right hand around the base, rubbing him up and down in rhythm with your mouth.

"Fuck, princess, just like that."

You stopped sucking briefly to lick his tip, looking up at him to make eye contact as you circled his head with your tongue, your hand still jerking him off. You quickly dove back as deep as you could, making yourself gag again.

"Keep going, you're being such a good girl."

You used your free hand to gently cup his balls, slow at first but after he was used to it, you began to play with them back and forth.

"Don't stop princess, I want to see my cum drip down your lips."

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, on your knees worshipping the man you masturbated to every night. But when he finally did shove your head all the way down his cock, he released a thick stream of cum into your mouth, his dick so deep you had no choice but to swallow.

You coughed as he pulled it out slowly, making sure you cleaned up every drop of his cum as he did.

"You're such a good girl," he purred as he helped you to your feet. "I suppose we'll have to see if you can take it in your pussy next time."

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you realized this wasn't going to be a one-off occasion.

~

You were curled up by the fireplace, balancing a book in one hand and a hot chocolate in the other. You had gotten lost in the pages, the only thing you paid attention to was the story.

Which is probably why you didn't notice as your lock clicked open, followed by the door swinging in. You didn't notice the footsteps that approached your crackling fire, the predator that was waiting to eat you alive.

"Why are you still awake, baby?" Your brain clicked in to who stood in your house in only seconds. You jumped from your chair, dropping your book and spilling your drink all over yourself.

"Shit!" You swore as the hot liquid burned you, and Tyler came forward to check you out immediately.

"Show me where it hurts," he commanded. You finally noticed he was shirtless and coated in a layer of sweat, his curly hair stuck to his forehead.

"How are you here?" You said instead, ignoring the pain of your hot clothes.

Tyler shook his head. "Undress." His tone was final, and you knew he wouldn't tell you anything until you obeyed.

You peeled off your shirt and shimmied out of your pants, wincing as you saw the faint red marks on your skin.

"Not bad. But you need to be more careful, baby girl." He pulled your nearly naked body into him, looking down on you from his tall stature. "Did you miss me?"

You didn't know how to answer that. Of course you missed the love of your life, but you were so conflicted about him being the Hyde, a cold blooded monster.

Unfortunately, him being a serial killer only made you more turned on for him. He had every opportunity to kill you as you laid next to him for months, yet he never did. As fucked up as it was, that made you feel special.

"I'm taking your silence as a yes," he purred, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. He looked hungry, animalistic even. When he pulled you in for a kiss, it was needy and messy. Your tongues danced together, and you moaned into his mouth as he slapped your ass with a harsh sound.

"Tyler..." you stopped, unsure what to say to him anymore. So many things left unspoken. You had imagined this moment so many times, the moment you got to see him again. You imagined what you would say, what you would ask, how you would finally get your closure. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to get any words out.

"I know." He sounded tired. Exhausted, actually. He knew what you needed to say without you ever voicing it. That was part of what you loved about him, how easily he read you.

He caught the tear that slipped from your eye with his finger, then licked it off. "You're so pretty when you cry. Are you gonna cry all over my cock for me?"

You shook your head, looking down. "I don't wanna... you know," you mumbled, nervous he would be mad.

Tyler laughed. "Yes you do." He leaned in, his hand entering your underwear from behind, slipping into your folds and inside you. You let out a moan as he whispered, "I can smell how bad you want me."

You ground against his hand at that, letting your head fall backwards as your protests were drowned with his fingers massaging your squishy spot.

You whined in protest when he took his fingers out and hauled down your panties, but he just flipped you around and bent you over your chair.

"N-no, Tyler, I don't wanna do this-"

He shoved it in anyways, and you made a gargled scream as you took his whole length.

"Hey, stop, I don't wanna-"

You were cut off as he started moving, going in and out and in and out until he grabbed your hips and pushed himself further in, earning him a cry from you. You felt the tears fall from your eyes as you begged him to stop, but your body was building up from the pleasure of his cock. He knew all the right spots, the right ways to fuck you and make you cum.

"Tyler, please, I can't take it I don't wanna do this," you managed to get out before he grabbed you by the hair and shoved your face into the chair, muffling your cries.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, baby girl," Tyler said softly, leaning over your body to force your head down. You could barely breathe he was using so much pressure, and when his hand moved down to the back of your throat and squeezed, you felt your orgasm start to build in your stomach. He must have felt it too, because he began hitting your spot with such force, you felt your entire face wet with tears.

He was an animal, and he fucked like one. When your cries became shrieks of unbearable pleasure, you finally came all over his cock, mumbling incoherent protests as you did, both humiliated and happy you came so fast.

He fucked you through the waves of your orgasm, pulling your asscheeks apart as he stared at your ass bouncing against him. He used his hands to push your body into his, making him hit so deep you couldn't even think anymore.

"I want you to cum again for me baby," Tyler taunted, "I want you to fall apart and show me how much you love when I'm inside you."

He stopped moving for a moment to spit on your asshole, before using his thumb to gently massage it. He circled and applied pressure at all the right points, and you twisted your head to say, "inside."

"Good girl, tell me what you need." He pressed a finger carefully inside you, making you see stars as his cock fucked your pussy and his finger fucked your ass.

"Oh good god," you managed, your eyes rolling back as you forced your own face into the soft material.

"Don't moan to god, baby girl. He can't save you. Keep your prayers for my name." He only had to thrust a few more times before you exploded again, his words pushing you over the edge. You came with sobs coming out in ugly sniffles, your nose snotty and your chin covered in your own drool. You were so overwhelmed with the pleasure you begged him to stop, but he only fucked you harder, riding out your high.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, still degrading you as his thrusts got sloppier.

"It's too much," you managed, seeing stars as he began groaning and his breathing got heavy.

"Take it for me baby," Tyler answered, earning a loud moan.

He finally came, filling you with his cum as he fucked you through his own orgasm, only pulling out when it began to leak out of you and soak the arm of the chair.

You squealed and tried to stand, but your legs gave out under you, and Tyler had to reach out and catch you as you fell. He only laughed, helped you back into your panties, and sat on the chair he just ruined you over.

He patted his lap and held open his arms, inviting you in.

You knew what you just did was wrong. You knew he was wrong for you. You knew you didn't want this.

But you needed it.

You needed him. Monster and all, you fell in love, and you didn't have anyone else but him.

As you crawled into his lap, you decided being loved by a Hyde was better than being loved by no one at all. They say love is crazy, but most of them have no idea what that means.

As you snuggled into your fugitive lover, you realized you might be the craziest of them all.

"I love you," you finally said, refusing to meet his eyes.

~

You took a deep breath, staring at yourself as you held back tears. How could your father do this to you? Daemon Targaryen was rumoured to have murdered his last wife, and now you're to be his new bride?

You understood the politics behind it, but that didn't change how terrified you were. You'd never even met this man before, and now-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a harsh knock on your dressing room door. "(Y/n)? It's time. Are you dressed?"

"Yes father," you responded, gulping back your pride and opening the door, plastering a smile on your face.

"You look beautiful," your father said. "Just like a proper Stark."

You nodded in thanks and linked your arm in his, wordlessly heading to your doom. As soon as the massive crowd came into view, your vision blurred and your breathing quickened.

The wedding was perfect. Daemon was the perfect gentlemen, and everything went exactly to plan.

The part you hadn't even had time to think about had come, however. Your husband stood before you, slowly taking off the top half of his clothing.

You had to consummate the marriage.

"You look deep in thought over there, (Y/n) Targaryen."

You shuddered as you heard your new name. "Sorry, my prince, I just have a lot on my mind."

He laughed, smiling at you. "I am your husband, no need for such formalities. Please, try and relax. Am I right to assume you are scared right now?"

You nodded your head without meeting his eyes. Were you that easy to read?

"That's only natural, my sweet. I have married before, I know what to expect. You do not. Tell me, what do you think tonight will be? Speak truthfully." He stepped closer to you, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "I do not wish for you to be afraid. Let me ease your concerns."

"I fear tonight will hurt," you managed after a few beats of silence. You don't know why you continued. "I have heard many complaints from women about their first night."

Daemon laughed. He actually laughed at you.

"Those women are with men who are also marrying for the first time." He leaned into you, so his hot breath was in your ear as he whispered. "Anything I do to you tonight will leave you begging for more."

He gently grasped the back of your neck before placing a kiss on your jawline. He slowly trailed down, leaving a wet line down your neck as you pulled back to give him better access. He kissed back up, the spot behind your ear giving you a funny feeling in your stomach.

"Are you afraid for me to see you?" He asked, tugging at the strings on the back of your dress.

"Perhaps a little," you turned to give him better access anyways.

"Good girl," Daemon purred with pleasure as he got to work on your complex wedding outfit. It only took him a few minutes to get you out of everything, and you stood before him, bare.

"You are beautiful, (Y/n)," he said. He kissed down your neck again, this time slowly circling around your nipples as you felt them harden. You tried to tell yourself it was just from being cold. Finally, he kissed your hard bud, gently swirling his tongue out as he latched on with his lips.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation. He used his fingers to play with your other nipple, pinching gently enough that you felt the wetness between your legs. You squeezed them together, and he used his spare hand to open them and feel between your folds. Your eyes snapped open.

"Am I making you feel good, sweet wife?"

You moaned in response as his fingers circled your clit, and that seemed to satisfy him enough that he finally pulled a slow stroke across your swelling bud, the sensation making you buck up into him.

"Are you still afraid?" Daemon purred as he saw your eyes roll back, his suddenly relentless attacks on your body making you squirm.

You shook your head with a strangled noise as you felt the heat pool to your stomach, the sudden urge to release something coming on very strong.

"D-daemon I think something is wrong-" you managed before your world shattered.

You heard yourself making strangled noises as you rode the high, his now gentle touches only making it better. When it all became to overwhelming, you tried to wiggle away, only to be stopped by strong hands pulling your legs towards his face.

He swung your legs over his shoulders and buried his head, his tongue teasing your thighs as he licked, kissed, and nipped at you, all the way back up to your clit.

"Hold on, I think I need a minute," you managed, barely recognizing your own breathy voice.

He did not listen.

Daemon began rhythmically licking at you, his lips gently sucking you in as he drew circles with his tongue.

"No fuck I can't take it-" your voice was so high pitched you didn't recognize yourself as you whined and tried to squirm away. "Oh fuck, oh fuck-"

Before you knew what he was doing, you felt him gently press a finger to your entrance. The pain of him slipping it in was completely covered by the pleasure against your clit, and once he curled his fingers up to find your spot inside, you let out a moan that sounded more like an animal gurgling than anything a human would make.

He paused only for a moment, "do you like that, sweet girl? Am I making you feel good?"

You used your legs to push him back, the surprising loss of his tongue making you feel desperate. He laughed and rubbed his nose against you, making you giggle before he went back to work.

You felt him slide another finger in, and that was enough to bring you to your edge... again. You felt yourself clawing at the sheets, the sweat on your body making you stick as you did so. Your legs squeezed shut, locking Daemon in place, though you were sure he could escape your grasp if he really wanted to.

Luckily for you, the only thing he was interested in was seeing how wet you get when you finish.

"Oh fuck," you cursed, praying he wouldn't see the humiliating face you made as you finished. A string of curses and pleads came from you as you did, your entire body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

You weren't sure how long you saw stars, but when you finally came back, Daemon was rubbing circles along your hips, his intention to comfort you clear.

"It only gets better, (Y/n). Would you like me to show you tonight or have you had enough?" He said, his tone and expression amused.

You paused, unsure if you could handle more. You felt tired, though you were curious as to how anything in the world could be better than what you just had.

"Show me," you whispered, meeting his eyes with your wide ones.

He smirked and stood, finishing the job of undressing himself that he had started so long ago. When he finally stood before you, you couldn't take your eyes off it.

"That goes inside me?" You gulped. The shiny, pink tip almost looked like it was pulsing as he waited for you.

Daemon only laughed. "I will take it easy on you." His gaze darkened. "This time, sweet girl. Soon you'll be begging for me to go harder."

You felt your cheeks heat at this, suddenly reminded you have no idea what you're doing. But the rest of this hasn't been so bad, so what's the harm in trying?

At least that's what you told yourself.

He lay down on the bed and patted his lap, motioning for you to come to him. You crawled over, still overstimulated, and swung your leg over his, hovering over his massive member.

"Go slow, sweet girl," he warned as you pushed the tip in with a gasp. You didn't even know how to describe the feeling of being stretched out like that as you slowly descended onto his cock.

It took you a few minutes to fit the entire thing, and it was still sore even when you did. When you felt adjusted you nodded to him, and he placed his hands on your hips with a firm grip.

"Touch yourself." He commanded, and your eyes widened.

"W-what?" You mumbled, embarrassed at the thought.

"I will be busy doing all the work of riding for you, I need to see you fall apart while I'm inside you. Play with that little button that feels so good while I fuck you."

You reached down with red cheeks and began slowly fumbling with it, not entirely sure what to do. Once you found a pace that did it for you, he began to push your hips back and forth.

"Oh shit," you breathed, trying to keep your voice down while your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and pressure. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit-"

When he moved you up almost off his cock and dropped you, you finally did scream. It was a lot more of that as he rolled you over him, the sensation making you build up your orgasm almost immediately.

You tried to hold it in, you knew he would certainly last longer than you, but as he purred about how pretty you looked dripping on his stomach, you shattered.

The noises you made were animalistic, strangled cries of desperate pleasure as you came all over him, his eyes never leaving your expression. You couldn't even bring yourself to care that he was seeing the face you made, you could only moan as he made you ride him through your high.

"What a good girl you are," he said, brushing a strand of your crazed hair behind your ear. "My turn sweet one."

Daemon lifted you off his cock completely and threw you down under him, wrapping your legs around his back. He lined himself up and entered you again, your piercing moan like butter to his ears.

He was relentless this time, and you grasped the sheets as you tried to take blow after blow. It felt like he was hitting your organs, he was so deep there was no way it wasn't doing damage.

You were blinded by the feeling yet again as he pounded you, his strokes becoming sloppier as you became more and more sure you would have to tap out before he finished.

Just as you were about to feel a tear fall from your eye from overstimulation, you felt his cock throb inside you as he filled you with his ropes of cum, properly consummating your marriage once and for all.

"Fuck," Daemon cursed, thrusting a few more times before finally pulling out. "How was that? Are you afraid to do it again, sweet girl?"

~

READER'S POV

"You're home late," his voice boomed through the tiny apartment, making you wince as you heard the slur in his tone. He had been drinking again, and he sounded pissed off already.

You answered quietly, "I'm sorry. There was a big table that came in right when-"

"Did you have time to text me?" He snapped back, clearly not in any mood to hear you out. "A call? Anything letting me know my own daughter is okay?"

"It won't happen again, sir." You looked down at your feet as he approached, his freakishly tall figure towering over you. You tried to keep your face neutral as you waited for his next move, biting back the fear that tingled in your core. "I'm sorry," you added.

Your body was flung backwards as your father pushed you against the wall, his elbow digging painfully into your collarbone. "You're fucking sorry? Just like you're sorry you don't have the rent money this month, you pathetic little bitch?"

It was hard to control your breathing as you saw the wild anger in his eyes, a look you knew well. You heard the sting of the slap before you felt it, and you knew if he hadn't been holding you up you would have fallen from the force. You bit back your squeal and slammed your eyes closed to keep the tears from falling.

It only got worse when you cried.

"I- I have the rent money," you babbled, cringing your head down to try and avoid his angry gaze.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Your father snarled, pulling you away from the wall before slamming you back into it. "Are you really talking back?"

You shook your head, which was pounding from the knock you just took. You blinked as you felt yourself falling, and then the searing pain of a foot into your ribs. Perhaps you were delirious and imagining things, but you could have sworn you heard your own bones break under his touch.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, though not sure to who, your father for ruining his life, or the universe for being born in the first place.

Maybe it was finally your time. Your father had come pretty damn close to killing you before, just like he did your mother.

Maybe people would notice when you disappear.

Maybe the pain will stop as blackness finally takes you, his insults and anger fading into the background and becoming a distant memory.

You smiled as your hand gently brushed the water. The lake was still today, the fish visible through the calmness. This was your favourite kind of day to sit on the rocky beach, sunny and quiet. No howling of the wind, no wetness of the rain, no discomfort from the snow.

It was perfect.

Someone sat behind you, playing with your hair with a loving sort of touch. You felt each tense muscle in your body unravel as you relaxed, the hands running through your scalp gently massaging as they went.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

You tried to turn around, curious who would say such a thing. Just as your eyes met, the blurry face faded away, leaving you with a cold, empty, unsettling feeling.

The water began to ripple as the wind picked up, and strands of hair blocked your vision as you tried to look up to the sky.

"Hello?" You shouted out, climbing to your feet as you searched for somewhere safe to go. You suddenly didn't know where you were or how you got there, and -

Your eyes snapped open, and you groggily took in the disaster around you. The furniture had been tossed around, the coffee table broken in half, pictures ripped off the walls and shattered.

What the hell?

You could hear unfamiliar voices shouting, though your head was pounding too much to locate much of anything. Your entire body ached, and you were parched. You tried to swallow, but only ended up making a strangled sound.

"Oh good, you're up. Let's go."

~

HOMELANDER'S POV

She looked scared. Terrified, actually. There's no way she doesn't know who I am, everybody knows who I am. Yet I'd be afraid to pick her up right now in case she were to piss herself.

"Can you move? Do you need help?" I ask, slowly bending down on my knee to get to her level.

"W-what are you doing h-here?" The girl managed to stutter out, her voice breaking as she did.

I shrugged, "well, I was out on patrol, and I thought I heard a disturbance." I paused, trying to gauge the blank look on her face. "I tried knocking, but when nobody answered I entered, and found a man claiming to be your father beating you. I took care of it."

She turned white. Her palms hit the ground as she tried (and failed) to get herself off the ground with a strangled gurgle.

"Hey, hey," I said, reaching out to help her to her feet. She let me steady her before letting go, despite the wince of pain in her expression. "Take it easy, it looks like you took a few hits."

"What do y-you mean you took care of it?" She said slowly, not blinking as she stared at my chest. "That was my father."

I blinked, thinking of the now headless man that lay upstairs, and the bloody mess I had left around him. "Let's get you out of here and then talk."

~

You stomped your feet as you walked to the ledge, sitting with a huff. You wrapped your arms around your knees and stared into the distance, willing the setting sun to swallow you up whole. 

“You are sulking, sweet girl.” You heard his voice before you noticed his light footsteps, startling you. Yet another mistake.

“No, I’m not,” you grunted back, ignoring the urge to run into Ezio’s arms and let him comfort you.

You were, in fact, sulking.

You had fucked up a mission big time, revealing your position way too early and alerting the enemy of the invasion. Ezio had killed them all in close combat, barely, but if he hadn’t been there, the entire team probably would have died. Including you.

So yeah, you were sulking. But only because this was just about the tenth time screwing up a mission in front of your mentor (and more importantly, your partner).

“(Y/n),” Ezio interrupted your train of thought. “I know you, you’re spiralling. It happens to all of us, mi amore.” He slid next to you with all the gracefulness you could never muster. 

“I just don’t think I’m cut out for this, Ezio. I’ve done nothing but fail every step. I am so sick of failing.” You felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks, the sweat dripping from every crevice of your body cold in the wind. This was not the life you were meant to lead. “I miss home.”

His eyes went dark, “I never want to hear you say that again.”

The sky opened up and started pouring in the exact moment, getting a surprised squeak out of you as you were suddenly drenched. 

“Just my luck,” you moaned, standing up carefully. The rooftops were much more dangerous in poor conditions, and this downpour certainly counted as just that. “Come on. I guess we better go back.”

Ezio shook his head. “I have a better idea.”

You tried to ignore how uncomfortable you were as he lead you across a few jumps before smirking at you as you arrived at a patch of roof secluded between surrounding towers. It was a deep well a ladder as the only means to get up and down. 

He helped you down before taking your legs out from under you and helping you fall gently to the ground. He began undressing your lower half, much to your protest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You shrieked, to which he stuffed three of his fingers in your mouth and hauled down your bottoms.

“Making you feel better, of course.” With that, Ezio disappeared between your legs, and you felt his hot breath at your core, the feeling of that such a stark difference from the cold of the surface beneath you.

“Oh god,” you moaned, letting your head fall back as he released his fingers from your mouth.

He stopped and came up to your ear, kissing a trail up your neck as he did so. “Do not call out to God, mi amore, this is all me.”

He plunged back down and began lapping at you with a slow pace, making you whine for him to go faster.

You could feel yourself getting wet, the mixture of his saliva and your natural lubricant dripping down past your asshole. You bucked into his mouth, trying to get more friction as you desperately chased your high. He knew exactly where to lick, what pressure to use, and most importantly, he knew sucking on your clit lightly with his lips would send you over the-

“WHAT do you think you’re doing down there?” You heard a strange voice yell. You scrambled to cover yourself up, while Ezio calmly rose to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You walked in at the wrong time, friend.” He spoke in a very low voice, one you barely recognized. 

Before you could blink, Ezio was on him, his hidden blade sunk deep into the mans neck. He said something you couldn’t make out as he turned back to you with a stern expression. “Get dressed.”

“Hey! This was your idea!” You shot back, upset he was blaming you for this. 

His face softened as he got to his knees to help you up, then guided you through redressing and adjusting yourself. You realized you hadn’t seen what happened to the guard after Ezio had stabbed him, and you gulped.

He guided your first few steps until you were steady, and then he made you lead the way back to the house.

When you arrived you were drained and ready to collapse, ignoring the chirps of ‘welcome back’ and ‘hello, (Y/n)’ you received. You walked directly to your shared bedroom and collapsed in the large bed, not bothering to do any of your nightly routine to relax after a rough day.

“You should let me take care of you properly,” you heard his rough voice say before he closed the door with a loud slam. “You deserve it after today, sweet girl.”

You shook your head but didn’t safe word as he began revealing every part of you, kissing down your skin with sloppiness, leaving a trail of wet down to your breasts, where he stopped and gently circled, earning a soft mewl from you. This clearly wasn’t enough as he sucked in your hardening bud, roughly using his tongue to lick every bit of your nipple. He repeated the act on the other side, making you wrap your legs around his hips and grind yourself into him for at least some friction. 

“Now now, be patient, I’ll get there,” Ezio mumbled into your ear, pushing you off him and starting from your ear again. He bit down on your lobe and breathed into your neck, making a shiver go down your spine. He kissed down the side of your neck, then your chest, stomach, and finally, he arrived where you needed him.

He lapped around your folds for a while, taking his sweet time teasing you before finally, he sucked you in and-

“OH FUCK-“ you managed before a moan took over, your legs squeezing in on Ezio’s head as he sucked on your clit without warming you up. You made desperate noises as your eyes rolled back, and you felt something poking at your entrance-

“Shhhh,” Ezio stopped for only a moment before licking hard circles around your bud as he inserted his fingers inside of you. He found your spot inside and began massaging it, gently at first before he began pounding at it with a painfully slow tempo. 

He began kissing at your clit instead, leaving a sloppy, wet trail up and down your core. 

He was trying to make you last longer, he could tell you were way too close already, and he wanted to play with you more.

“Please let me cum,” you pleaded, trying to buck your hips to get more speed on his fingers and from his tongue. “I can’t, Ezio, please,” you continued, but never used your safe word that told him you needed it. 

He used that as permission to continue, changing to licking just around you but never where you needed it, and changing his speed with his fingers to faster but much more gentle. He used his free hand to hold you down, making you take it the way he wanted to give it. 

“You will cum when I say you can,” he growled at you. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

He pulled his fingers out, despite your protest, and flipped you over. Realization dawned on you as you heard the sound of fabric behind you. 

Ezio’s hand went to your clit and began rubbing gently as he lined up with your entrance, pushing in slightly before stopping and pulling out.

He repeated the motion again, and then again, before finally slamming into you with full force. 

“AHH, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” your voice became more strangled with each thrust as he buried his cock deep into you, making you claw at the sheets for something, anything to hold on to. You gripped them hard as he held your hips still with his free hand with such force you were sure it would leave bruises.

You were glad neither of you could see your face as he fucked you, your eyes rolling back and saliva dripping down your chin as you neared your climax. Between his dick filling you up with each slam, slam, slam, and his fingers circling your swollen bud you couldn’t hold on much longer, and-

“Are you going to cum, (Y/n)? Is my pathetic girl going to finish all over my big cock she can barely handle? Oh there we go, cum everywhere you stupid little girl.”

His dirty talk brought you where you needed to be, your orgasm swallowing you up and making you ride a high you forgot existed. You could hear yourself making a strangled screaming sound, but you couldn’t be bothered to stop it as Ezio fucked you through it, his pace unwavering even as you cried for him to stop and take it easy.

You never safe worded him though, and he was relentlessly chasing his own high as his thrusts got sloppier and quicker.

Ezio finally came with a grunt, spewing his seed inside you with a throbbing cock. “Good girl,” he groaned as he slowed, riding his own orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. You began squirming, and he knew that was his cue to pull out and rush to the wash room, where he brought back wet rags to clean you up with.

He wiped your entire body down with the warm rag before cleaning himself off and jumping back into bed, pulling the covers up over the two of you. “Are you okay, mi amore?” He asked, holding you in his arms and wrapping a leg around you protectively. 

“I am now,” you answered, smiling into the pillow as your body wallowed in the bliss of having Ezio as a partner. “Thank you.”

He began rubbing your hair, gently stroking through the tangles and comforting you after treating you so roughly. “Whatever you need, any time, (Y/n). You know that.”

“I always need you,” you mumbled back, happy you had finally found the person you could be comfortable with. 

“I know. And I will always be here.”

~

Toph Beifong

Toph would be a pillow princess.

She likes whatever can get her off the quickest while feeling amazing.

After all, at the end of the day, she knows she's more than worth being pleased.

Katara

Katara would love the shoulder holder.

She'd want to look you in the eyes, but she'd want her legs pushed all the way up so you could hit those better angles.

And you'd love doing it, the sounds she made when you did were like nothing else.

Azula

Azula would top you every time.

Her control issues would shine through as she handcuffed you to the bed, followed by tying your legs apart so she could have all the access she wanted.

"Aw, is my little slut feeling good?"

"You look like you're having too much fun, (Y/n. Should I spank you?"

You would cum of course, but only after she did. Two or three times.

Aang

Aang, of course, is a missionary kinda guy.

He wants to see every expression of pleasure you make as he makes love to you.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between the pads of his fingers.

"Is that how you like it, baby?" He'd ask as he hit each and every spot you needed.

Zuko

Zuko would want you in doggy every time.

He loves pushing your head down while using his free hand to slam your hips into his thrusts.

"Fuck, right there," you'd be moaning in seconds.

He could last so long like that, just watching how your ass jiggled with every stroke.

He made it worth your while when he'd reach around and toy with your clit, always making sure you finished all over him before he even got close.

Sokka

Sokka would be happy with any position.

But, if he had to pick, his favourite would be lazy, sloppy, sideways sex.

He's be spooning you and playing with your clit, making you drip for him. You'd twist forward so he could position himself, and he'd slowly slide inside.

~

Starlight

Annie would be so nervous to make the first move.

You had been seeing each other for a while, and it was almost awkward how bad you wanted to kiss each other, but just kept avoiding it.

Finally, you realized you would have to make the first move.

So you did. As you gently placed your lips to hers and gave her a quick peck, she'd grab the back of your head and deepen it, molding your lips together as if they were meant to be.

After that, you had no issues making out.

Queen Maeve

Maeve would make you so nervous.

After your first date, she would walk you home through side streets and alleys, trying to avoid getting recognized.

When she found a quiet spot away from everyone, she grabbed you by the waist and whirled you around to face her. She would push you against the wall and put her hand up to trap you in, a cocky grin on her face.

She would crash into you and take every bit of you, making you forget everything else in the world.

It would be the perfect end to the perfect night.

Billy Butcher

You know your first kiss with Billy would be savage.

He would pull your hair back and force you into him, starved for the love he missed.

He would devour you whole, taking every bit of resistance away and melting you into his arms.

Hughie Campbell

God, your first date with Hughie would not go smoothly.

Everything seemed wrong. You were supposed to go on a hike, and it poured rain and thunderstorms. You decided to go to a restaurant, and poor Hughie couldn't get his card to work and you ended up paying.

The food was bland and the conversation was boring, as if something was off.

Which is weird for the two of you, as you had been friends for years and never had this issue.

"This should go down in history as the worst date ever." Hughie finally breaks the silence as he walks you home, the chill in the air making you shiver.

"It wasn't that bad," you try to make him feel better, but he saw right through it.

He would stop and look at you before placing a quick kiss on your lips, his nervousness clear in the action.

"Well, that certainly improved my night," you laugh as he blushes.

Black Noir

Your first kiss would be quick, but the most meaningful moment you've had so far.

This is because it's the first time he took his mask off for you. He wouldn't say anything, not yet, but he would show his passion for you with the way he desperately holds your face and devours you.

It would last for what felt like forever, and you were thankful he trusted you enough to show you his scars.

It would, however, make you hate Soldier Boy for what he did to your love.

Black Noir deserved everything good in the world after everything he did for you.

Soldier Boy

Ben doesn't know the meaning of the word gentle.

He would ruin you with just a simple kiss.

He would hold you against the bed with a hand around your neck, making your head light as he took control.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulled back to ask you, his thumb running along your jawline.

"No," you would answer, in just a whisper. "Kiss me again."

And of course, he was happy to make you feel good. Over, and over, and over again.

Homelander

John would be afraid to hurt you.

He knows his strength is too much at times, and you were very easy to break.

He would talk you through every step of the way as his hand brushed your cheek and he slowly leaned in, letting you lead the kiss as your lips finally touched.

It would be slow and gentle, the way his hands held you and felt up and down your body would be earth-shattering.