Being adopted into family just to be groomed by your new big brother. It's a family tradition they raise their sons wife molding them into their liking letting him have full autonomy over his new little sister an no one bats an eye
Your days spend learning to be good with house hold chores and night learning to be a good wife your little body is used for your brothers pleasure so when he is of age he can breed you regardless of yours. You'll be a good sister wife and sn even better slut
I mean just imagine, getting excited because you are now finally adopted. Your father seem stern and mother too posh but your big brother? Oh he is wonderful!! He was sooo happy when you walked in through the door. Dressed in cute little dress. He was the first to come pick you up. He was older but hey!! That's better because he promised he will take care of you, protect you and spoil you rotten. And boy did he deliver on that promise.
He play games with you, you know the ones allll brothers sisters play? The classic game of house. He is the daddy and you are the mommy, and what do mommy daddy do? They kiss tehehe. Your big brother sits you on his lap and kisses you like you have seen your parents do.
She picks out your clothes, and underwear you don't go to school but you do take classes from mommy and she is gonna teach you everything that's actually useful not those stupid things like maths, like seriously nobody has ever needed pythogoaras theorem in real life.
He cuddles you almost every night and then you play a funny little game called horsie. You straddle your big brother and you ride him till his pants gets a wet splotch, of he gets it, it means you win. And you win every night.
These days he even helps you bathe!! Proper hygiene is very important for pretty little girls like you. All nook and cranies should be clean. It's a new development in your relationship with your big brother but he says it's very important. He takes off all your clothes helps you bathe and he is always so through with rubbing soap on your petite young body specially on your cute little titties and the special part in between your legs.
Big brother said it's the most special part and only he gets to see it and touch it.
First time he touched it you were so confused. Your body felt so....tingly but it was good tingling. Your brother said it's because your body knows it's purpose, whatever that means.
He also said it's because your body loves him and this is it's way to express that happiness. Big brother now makes your body happy every day.
While he studies he has in you his lap you can't wear shorts then because how else is he suppose to play with your nipples. During movie nights with or without the parents he would have his hands inside your pants playing with that special part that is your *cunny*. It's the only thing that bugs you cuz...how you supposed to concentrate on the movie now, silly big brother???
You LOVE your life here. Food everyday, many toys, pretty clothes, caring parents and of course your loving big brother.
One day though something happens. You were passing by your parents room and the door was ajar. Some weird noises could be heard noises that you and big brother make when you play horsie or when he touches your cunny. You thought hey!! Maybe mommy daddy are also playing those games so you peek in. Only to see something completely different. Daddy's bid penis (you know what it was because your brother showed you his he said one day you'll take it, whatever that means) was going inside mom's cunnie and they both seem to have been enjoying it a lot more then whatever games you play with your brother.
Armed with this new found information you rushed to your brother you told him what you saw, your big brother tho unfazed grinned. His eyes darkened as if he was given explicit green light to do something.
He pulls you a closer. "So lil sis, wanna play house?"
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Being adopted into family just to be groomed by your new big brother. It's a family tradition they raise their sons wife molding them into their liking letting him have full autonomy over his new little sister an no one bats an eye
Your days spend learning to be good with house hold chores and night learning to be a good wife your little body is used for your brothers pleasure so when he is of age he can breed you regardless of yours. You'll be a good sister wife and sn even better slut
I feel like we don’t talk enough about the potential of incest in apocalypse settings. No morals or taboos anymore, just the need to be close and lose themselves in one another??? Pls tell me you see the vision
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I love you Aang. Your haters will never ever make me hate you because I have media literacy and I know you’re one of the best and most important characters in western animation 💛
The avatar fandom is so funny cuz here's a wonderful story about friendship adventure, forgiveness, repentance ,self sacrifice,hope and healing.
And then you have people treating the 12 year old main character worse than the actual villains in the show just because katara ended up with him instead of their fav.
Even though katara throughout the series,and the books and tlok is still her own character outside of her relationship with aang and has her own agency...but i guess that don't matter to yall huh.
Then they'll try to twist it like they're on some morally righteous path when in reality they're just violently grasping at imaginary straws and projecting their own feelings,insecurities and headcanons onto these children instead of just acknowledging the story for what it is and what it was intended to be.
Like actual murderers ,abusers,war criminals, colonizers(which yall stan), poachers, brainwashers in the series to hate.
And yall decide to direct all your hate on the 12 year old genocide survivor, whose literally a sweetheart and gets upset when he hurts a fly while absolving characters who've done shitty things throughout the majority of the series just cuz they had a change of heart.
Insane shit
And no i don't care which ship u stan this isn't about that,nor am I a shipper of any kind when it comes to atla.
If this how yall acting with atla i can't imagine how shitty it's gonna be when seven havens drops.
THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE??!!!??!?!?!
HE IS SO SO BIG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I NEED AANG TO GRAB ME BY THE WAISTTTTT
I NEED THAT GIANT TREE TRUNK BUILT ASS MAN TO LOOK DOWN AT ME WITH THOSE STUPID SWEET EYES
I NEED TO HOLD ONTO HIS SHOULDERS LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT
WHY IS HE SO TALLLLLLL WHY IS HE SO BROADDDDDD WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE GIVES BONE CRUSHING HUGS
I JUST KNOW THAT MAN RUNS HOT TOO
HE LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GOOD ALL THE TIME
WHY ARE HIS HANDS SO FUCKING BIGGGGGGGGG
zks really will say anything cause wdym those delusional mfs are saying aang didnt support katara’s waterbending when he literally offered to take her to the north pole, encouraged her when she was feeling insecure about her abilities, cheered her on when she challenged pakku after saying he wouldnt learn from him if he was gonna be a misogynist, and called her sifu after she said he didnt call her that.
and it wasnt just with katara’s waterbending; aang supported katara being the painted lady and going after yon rah even though he disagreed with her. to say that aang didnt support katara or wasnt supportive enough is just ridiculous when he was basically her biggest fan.
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The overwhelming urge for a spooky detective story where you take a boat to a remote island to investigate a series of suspicious murders, and the patron Lovecraftian monster of the town becomes interested in you (to an unhealthy extent). Thus he orders the cult to chase you down and retrieve you. You think they’re trying to kill you, so you do your best to evade their kidnapping attempts. The more aggressive they become, the more certain you are that truth is getting closer. In reality, eldritch creature is just becoming terribly impatient to be in possession of the curious little human.
But wait, now that I’m typing this, an idea occurs to me: the murders are completely unrelated to the cult! You realize it after finally meeting the ancient Beast. He is greatly amused by your detective shenanigans, so he insists on helping you solve the case.
There you have it. Sherlock Holmes with a tentacle Watson who occasionally tries to flirt with you. Next episode: the underground tunnels that lead to the true villain only have one bed available.
"You need to pay more attention to what you buy," Caleb's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes anymore. He holds your hand gently, his touch warmer than your skin. His thumb rubs against the ring, it takes Caleb a second to look at you again. "This looks like an engagement ring. People might get the wrong idea."
"I'm getting married," you finally manage to say it out loud. The world seems quieter now. "His family's here to meet you."
Caleb hesitates, his smile doesn't falter. "No. No, no, they're not."
You decide to married. Caleb has something to say about it.
❛ ⟡. o 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: pseudocest, afab!reader, mutual pining, cheating (on a third part), use of meimei/gege, explicit sexual content ft. oral (f!receiving), fingering, spanking (very light), mating press, unprotected sex, coming untouched, dirty talk, multiple orgasms. (word count: 7K. bare with me.)
You don't remember ever being this anxious.
Maybe later you will, you know you've been anxious before. Sometimes you had a reason to be afraid, sometimes your brain was just messing with you. There were many times you shivered, cold sweat running down your back and ruining your clothes. But it never went on for so long.
You undressed because of the sweat, fearing this white fabric might stain. After you started ironing it on your bed that you remembered about the guests downstairs. You were quick to lock the bedroom door, breathless after just a couple steps.
Usually, you wouldn't wear something like this. There's nothing wrong with the dress, you just wouldn't buy something so… coy. Formal, almost. Expensive-looking fabric with a modest neckline, the hem ends halfway up your ankles. Now you know ice white is a real color. It's a good dress. A good bride costume.
Maybe when you finally tell Caleb this feeling deep inside you will disappear. Your meimei is getting married, you practiced once more inside your head. Aren't you happy, Caleb?
You put on the dress again, fixed the tight necklace, and unlocked the door. Downstairs, you smiled at those that soon will be part of your family. His mother told you to call her mom. You felt weird, you don't think you ever called someone that. Besides a teacher at middle school, but it was an accident.
His parents gossiped about a neighbor you met once or twice. You relaxed when they simply continued their conversation. You couldn't deal with being center of attention any longer.
Arms locked around you, stopping you from searching for your phone. "Did you iron your dress again?"
"He's late," you whispered. "I was supposed to pick him up at the station twenty minutes ago."
"He's fine," your fiancee placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. "Doesn't Caleb usually walk from the station when he comes visit you? He knows the way."
"But it's different," you hissed. Sparing a glance to your in-laws, you saw how little attention they paid to you. You turned around to face him. "I want to be alone when I tell him."
You plan on driving slowly on the way back home. You know him. Caleb will need the time to let it sink in.
It was a dumb idea to hide being in a relationship for months. Caleb felt betrayed when you finally told him. And then you were… stupid. It shouldn't have taken you so long to realize complaining to him about your relationship wasn't the best choice. That's to say, Caleb doesn't think highly of your boyfriend.
Fiancee, you corrected yourself.
It's his fault, too. Caleb is strict. Always has been. Maybe you wouldn't have been afraid of his reaction if he hadn't spent your teenage years scaring all the boys that glanced your way. Maybe you wouldn't put on so much effort to tell him everything if Caleb didn't talk about your boyfriend as if he was something temporary.
Or maybe you're thinking poorly of him. Caleb only wants the best for you. Even when he was strict, even when you thought he was the worst brother you could have, Caleb always made sure you'd be happy. At your worst, Caleb has always been dependable.
The doorbell rang twice.
A bitter taste spread inside your mouth. Fuck. There was no point in lying to yourself, you knew it was Caleb waiting by the door. Your fiancee squeezed your shoulders, sitting beside his mother to give you the space you need.
You stopped before the door, seeing how those stupid white heels were already untidy. Shaking fingers grabbed the handle. You breathed in, staring at the green apple key chain Caleb gave you when you first moved. You could feel cold sweat accumulating on the back of your dress.
"Gege," your voice failed. "You didn't call me."
Caleb smiles slightly. "You're already taking care of dinner. No need to make you drive, too."
You step back, leaning more of your weight on your left leg. Caleb brushed his feet on the entrance mat, you're almost sure you gave him this pair of boots. "But I wanted to," you manage to whisper.
His smile is wider now. Caleb raises his right hand, a paper bag from a bakery you have to force yourself to ignore on your way work. It smells like caramel and apple. You drool without meaning to.
"Sorry, pip," Caleb teases. He closes the door before you can. "But I got your favorite."
"I need to-" you hesitate when Caleb hands you the paper bag. Your fingers brush against his when you grab it. How warm. "Caleb, I need to tell you something."
You rub your sweaty hand against your waist, certain that this dress will never be worn again. When you look at him again, you see Caleb's eyes following your hand. Caleb quickly focus on your face again, eyes clenching as he begin to joke about being underdressed.
Caleb stops himself mid sentence, eyes bolting back to your hand.
"You need to pay more attention to what you buy," Caleb's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes anymore. He holds your hand gently, his touch warmer than your skin. His thumb rubs against the ring, it takes Caleb a second to look at you again. "This looks like an engagement ring. People might get the wrong idea."
"I'm getting married," you finally manage to say it out loud. The world seems quieter now. "His family's here to meet you."
Caleb hesitates, his smile doesn't falter. "No. No, no, they're not."
"It's not a prank," you squeeze his hand. Caleb looks at the ring again. You take a step forward, placing the paper bag on the entrance table—right beside a photo of Josephine. "Aren't you happy for me?"
Caleb let go of your hand. "You're saying," his voice starts loud but he decides to whisper the rest. Caleb scrubs his wrist against his forehead."That you want to marry that… that boy? When did this-"
"Shut it," you hiss. "They can hear us."
You grab his hand now, squeezing it so Caleb wouldn't move away from you. Staring at his fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't force yourself to look into his eyes again. "Your baby sister is getting married. So put a smile on your face and say you're happy for me. I'm not asking for too much. It's okay if it's a lie."
As the seconds pass, you don't hear his voice again. You know better than to look at his face expecting to find a smile there. You're the one to put on a bright smile instead, so large it hurts your cheeks. So large the tears you're battling against will be seem as a sign of happiness by your guests.
You grab the paper bag and pull Caleb towards the living room. Caleb is too polite to cause a scene, that you know. He can pretend for a couple hours. If you can do it, so can him.
Caleb squeezes your hand. "I love you," he whispers.
That makes you stop. You close your eyes, repeating those three damned words inside your mind. Oh, how they haunt you. "I know."
You think you heard Caleb laugh under his breath. "I don't think you do."
--
Waiting by the door, you wave goodbye and listen to the smooth purr of the car engine. It's late. You close your eyes, breathing easier now that you're enveloped by a cold breeze. Your in-law drives away. Once his car makes a turn by the end of the street, your fiancee walks out of your home with his keys.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep here?" You're not sure if it was a genuine offer. Part of you wants to runaway from the conversation you're about to have, the other thinks it's better to just get over with it already.
"I have an early morning," he says. He touches your waist, bringing you closer to him. "Didn't I told you not to worry about your brother?"
Caleb was always good at playing pretend.
You kiss his cheek, forcing yourself to smile. It was just a dinner and still… you're exhausted. You take a step back. "Call me when you get home."
"You know I always forget to."
When he's gone, you get inside and lock the door. Leaning your forehead against it, you close your eyes and try to calm yourself. It doesn't work. You check if the door was really locked and goes upstairs to the guest room. You can hear the shower running.
Caleb's clothes are folded carefully over an armchair, the bedroom smell like soap. You get out of those heels, leaving them besides his boots, and collapse on the bed. This pillow will probably stain with your make-up. You don't really care about that. Caleb is the only one who sleeps here, anyway.
Those past couple hours didn't work to make Caleb any more happy about your engagement. You know when he forces a smile. It didn't help when all that talk about grandchildren started. They laughed when Caleb said you were too young to have kids.
You'll be a good uncle, Caleb. You saw his eyelids twitching at that. Don't be overprotective of her.
You're almost falling asleep when the bathroom door opens. The idea of pretending to be asleep is tempting. You face Caleb instead, his hair humid and face tense. He doesn't say a word.
"They liked you." Most people do. There's a certain charm about him, something that makes people gravitate towards Caleb. "How couldn't they?"
Watching Caleb hang the towel on the coat rack, you sit up and wait for a reaction. Caleb takes his time, his limbs almost mechanic in their movements. He sits by the end of the bed and stare at his own hands, too far away from you.
It feels wrong. When Caleb isn't close enough. Like something's missing.
His silence goes on. You crawl on the bed, sitting right besides him. You lean your head on his shoulder and waits quietly. This time, you'll allow Caleb all the time he needs. He deserves some patience.
You don't know how long you two had been in silence by the time Caleb clears his throat. Fixing your posture, you search for his eyes. He's staring at his hands, you reach out for them and stroke his knuckles.
"You don't love him," Caleb stated, without any room for doubt. "You won't be happy if you marry him."
That makes you scoff. "So I don't love him now?"
"He didn't go to her funeral," Caleb looks at you. His words make your mouth dry. You move your hand away from his but Caleb holds it in place. "Josephine wouldn't approve this."
"He said funerals make him feel bad," you lied. Although it's not exactly a lie, since he did say that. The lie is you making it sound like an acceptable excuse. But you can't agree with Caleb. If you do, he'll never change his mind about this.
"Funerals make everyone feel bad," Caleb doesn't let you have this one. You stand up, too uncomfortable to stay in place. "I was there. You were there. People that cared about our family were there. And he wasn't."
"That was one moment in our relationship. One mistake, a single wrong call." You taste something bitter on your mouth. "Why would you think I don't love him?"
Caleb rubs his neck. You know he had a long week, all his past flights were on the longer side. He always calls you after landing.
"He didn't stay with you on the hospital when that wanderer pierced your lung," Caleb sounds annoyed. Like he's doing his best not to lose his patience. It makes your blood boil. "When was the last time he showed up for you? Put on effort?"
"I'm also not perfect," you shouted. Time passes and you keep on being the first to escalate things when you two argue. It only makes you more enraged. "How can I expect him to be when I'm not?"
"You should expect him to be perfect." Caleb goes after you, his voice is almost as exacerbated as yours. Caleb reaches for your shoulders, you move away from him. "You will share a life with him. How can you be so easy to please when it comes about choosing a husband?"
"Then I guess he's easy to please when it comes about choosing a wife," you snap.
Caleb hesitates.
"What do you mean by that?"
You take a step back, hands running down your hair. This bedroom feels too hot. You try to calm down when you notice that your hands are shaking.
"That you shouldn't put me on a pedestal," you confess. "I wasn't the best girlfriend I could've been. I turned off my phone when I didn't want to be bothered. There were times he annoyed me when all he wanted was to spend some time together. I've pretended to be on business trips so many times just to escape talking to him when he was sad. If his grandma died right now I wouldn't be the bigger person. I simply wouldn't go to her funeral because I'm not as good as you think I am."
You cover you mouth when you realize what you said. What a petty person you are. Didn't you just claimed it was an excusable mistake of his part? You know how horrible it all sounds. You know you should've been better. You know you could've been better if only you wanted to. And now that you finally said it out loud… it sounds like you can't stand him.
"You don't think he's the best husband I could have?" You breath in, body growing hot from embarrassment. "Maybe you're right. But maybe he's exactly what I deserve."
There are things you'd never say out loud. Things that can't be forgiven, things that can't be accepted. Everyone has secrets, at some point in live you have to learn how to keep them to yourself. Thinking what you do, wanting what you do… would people call you heartless for that?
Caleb runs his thumb against your cheek and that's when you realize you've started crying. He pulls you closer, hugging you so tight you feel like he could crush you.
"Do you love him?" Caleb's voice is so soft you could've mistaken it for a lullaby. He rubs your back when you sob. "You can tell me the truth."
People say your wedding will be the happiest day of your life. That nothing will compare. People dream about this. About finding someone that will go down on one knee to declare how much you're loved. About finding someone you want to share you life with.
You want that, too.
"No," you whisper, melting into his touch. Your voice is so weak your mind barely register it. "I don't."
"Be greedy, then. Ask for more than what you think you deserve." Caleb caress your head, fingers massaging your scalp. He sounds relieved. "When did you start accepting less than what you want, pipsqueak?"
You shove him away. Caleb stumbles, taken back by your reaction.
"Who's going to marry me I'm insufferable as you want me to be?!" You poke at his chest, rough enough for him to take a step back. "Who am I going to share my life with if I ask for more? I can't be alone forever. So what if I have to pretend with him? At least I have someone to hold me when I cry."
The first to yell, the first to push away. You were always the one escalating things when you two were younger. Caleb never got mad at you. Not even when you hurt him on purpose. Maybe it's because you were always the first one to cry, too.
"I'll do it," Caleb grabbed your hand. "I'll hold you."
That makes you laugh. Your vision blurs as more tears begin to spill. Hand fisted in his shirt, you pull Caleb closer and continue to shout at him.
"And will you wash my back next time I break an arm?" You can smell his cologne. This is a new one. "Tell me, Caleb, are we going to share a home now that we're both adults? Do you want to split bills and reform the backyard and go out to buy new wallpapers with me?"
His grip gets tighter. Caleb grabs your other hand, something in his eyes make you shiver. He's closer now, you realize when his warm breath reaches your face. Too close.
"When haven't I given you what you wanted?"
"There are things you won't. Things you shouldn't," your voice breaks. There are no tears left for you to spill. "It's been a long time since I accepted that you're my bro-."
"I'll give it all to you," Caleb promises. His body against yours feel so good. How could this be bad? Why should this be so wrong? "Tell me how to take care of you and I will."
When Caleb promises something, it's because he'll make it happen. And for a second, you believe him. For a second, you want to ask Caleb for all the things you never dared before.
You open your mouth just to close it again.
It all needs to end. This conversation, this night. You can't do this anymore. All you want is to be alone. So you say something Caleb won't be able to argue. Something he knows better than to entertain, that will make him let go of you. You tell Caleb a secret. The dirtiest one you have.
How heartless of you.
"Will you give me a baby when I feel ready?" The shock on his face makes you want to puke. "You told me to be greedy, to ask for what I want. Will you give me a family then? I want to marry someone I love, I want a crystal wedding at a fancy restaurant, I want to be surprised at mother's day and I want someone that will fuck me to sleep. Will you do that, Caleb? Will you fuck your baby sister because that's what she wants? Or will you finally understand you can't give me everything I want?"
Caleb shuts you with his mouth.
It's rough, like waves crashing during a storm. Caleb pressed your lips together, so harsh it makes you stumble back. But he's holding your hands tightly, keeping you locked in place. Your bottom lip burns when Caleb bites down, just like the skin in your hands that gets marked by his nails.
Caleb hungrily invading your mouth. You don't kiss him back. You don't have the time to decide what to do, your eyes are still open when you feel his tongue brushing against yours. Caleb let go of your hands to cup your cheeks, his touch warm and gentle but firm as he brings you closer. It feels like he's trying to devour you.
His eyes are open, too. They never looked this dark. Caleb never looked this… relieved.
"I'll give you everything, anything, you want," Caleb whispers, lips close enough to touch yours. His thumbs stroke your cheeks. "Your big brother will keep you completely satisfied. So think only of me."
You forget to breath, waiting for him to take a step back. Caleb doesn't move away. His eyes keep staring into yours. You give him time but Caleb doesn't seem to regret his words. To regret wetting your lips.
You shiver at that. Eyes softening, Caleb presses a small, tentative kiss on your lips. Caleb leans his forehead on yours. "Just depend on me," he says.
You nod.
This time, you close your eyes when Caleb kisses you. He tastes like the apple pie you shared earlier. His hand is on your nape, keeping you as close as possible. The other lands around your waist. Caleb steps forward, forcing you to move. The wall is cold against your back.
There's no space for doubt or hesitation anymore. Not when all you want is for Caleb to touch you more. You hug his shoulders, not willing to let go of him. You want to glue yourself to Caleb, keep him right next to you for the rest of your lives.
"When did he-" Caleb decides he rather suck on lips rather than talk. He traces kisses on your cheeks and licks at your jaw. His mouth guides him to your neck, a whimper almost escapes you when he bites it lightly. "When did he propose?"
You pull on his hair, not to make him stop but because you need to fill your hands with something. "On my birthday."
Caleb bites hard now. It makes you whine loudly, browns furrowing as you complain. His hands go to your hips, holding you in place as he moves away. "Caleb, what are-"
Something in your belly burns when Caleb knelt in front of you. He grabs your hands and put them on the hem of your dress. "Hold it for me," he demands hoarsely.
You swallow hard, doing as he said. He laughs a little and makes you raise your hands. It's hard to breath when you know he's seeing the white thong and how it's already damped. Caleb inhales deeply.
"Keep it like that for me," Caleb kisses your knuckles. "Were you trying to dress-up like a bride, princess?"
"Yeah," you bite your tongue. Caleb squeezes your thighs, fingers stroking them. "Wanted to look cute."
His laugh is breathier now. You fear he's going insane. "We'll throw everything away, pips. I'll get you a better dress, better heels, better panties. Just-just put this away with the trash, okay?"
Caleb places wet kisses all over your thighs. He doesn't hurry, fingers rubbing against the edge of your thong. You spread your legs open a bit more. His eyes are closed as he sucks on your skin, bitting and lapping at it like some type of animal.
Your skin burns a little. The ache of fresh, still forming bruises.
You shiver when he stops. You look down, eyes meeting with his. Those purple eyes are wide open as Caleb brushes his nose against your clothed pussy. He breaths in and you feel your face hotter now. Caleb inhales once more, you see him swallow. Did his mouth watered at your smell?
He pulls the fabric down by the lace, so slow you want to let go of the dress and do it for him. But you decide to behave.
His nose is hot against you. Caleb breathes again, he looks enamored by your scent. Caleb puts your leg over his shoulder, now giving him more space to see your bare pussy. You whine when he blows cold air against your clit.
There's no warning before he sucks, slow enough to make it feel torturous. Caleb's completely blissful. You can feel his spit running down your legs. Your clit throbs when his tongue latches onto it just the right way to make you close your eyes. Caleb seems so dedicated to make you feel good.
That idea alone makes you shiver. You imagine Caleb imagining you. What is he thinking about right now, with his mouth between your legs and your arousal palpable on his tongue? Does he think you smell good? Does Caleb like the way you sound? For how long will Caleb taste you on his tongue? You wonder what would he see if he just looked up at you. Will he remember this when you're not around?
Then you think about the past. Were there times he wanted to do this? Has Caleb ever looked at you and salivated? You imagine his self-control oscillating. You imagine Caleb wanting you so badly it hurts him. Caleb hard and leaking, never satisfied because he couldn't have you. You imagine him crying for you.
Your body leans forward as you cry out his name. It makes Caleb moan, tongue still discovering more of you. The vibration feels good. It's hard to breath now. Hard to imagine anything when you look down and see him lost on you.
"Caleb, Caleb," you chant. "I'm gonna- fuck, fuck, I'm gonna…"
It comes crashing down on you. Caleb holds you as you cum, your legs shaking and drool spilling from your mouth. You think Caleb says something but you can't understand the words. All you can do is drown on this feeling for as long as it lasts.
When you look down, his mouth is soaked. Caleb's face is flushed, eyes small as if he drank way too much. You can see his tongue, something drips from it. Catching your breath, you pat his hair. Caleb leans his head against your hand.
"I think," Caleb exhales. "I need to…"
His tongue is back on your lips. You whine, looking down at him. Caleb sucks, a wet sound echoing inside your eardrums. It makes your stomach burn. "Caleb, I already-"
"I'm not done with her yet," he says. Caleb kisses your clit so gently, hands groping your tights. "She loves kissing, huh? Don't worry, baby, I can hear you begging."
It makes you feel weak. Caleb gets rougher, tongue slipping inside of you. He curls it as his face rubs against you. It feels like you're not there anymore. Is just him and your pussy, the two of them getting along. It's too much, but you don't want Caleb to stop.
Caleb sink his teeth into your tight when you try to pull away from him. It burns. You see when your drool fall on his clothed back. You fist his blouse, eyes getting wetter as you rut against his mouth. Caleb moves away when you pull it, letting you take it off of him. The moment it's gone, he's back on tasting you.
Tasting her.
Back curling again, you almost lose your balance. Maybe you couldn't stand erect, maybe you didn't thought of doing that. You get your leg off his shoulder, you don't think Caleb notices it, and places your feet on the ground. Your hands find support on his shoulders.
"She tastes-I can't get enough, meimei," Caleb's moan against you. "Give me more, I need more."
"Stop, stop, Caleb," you moan. You feel your legs giving out. Caleb pins you against the wall, his evol making your body tremble. You can't think, can't breath, can't keep your eyes open. All you can do is let him have it his way. "Gege… hm, too much…"
When your mind calms down and starts working again, you realize his tongue is back on you. You push Caleb away before he can make your brain melt again. He falls on his back and it almost makes you feel bad for treating him so roughly. But you look at Caleb, at the smile on his face and the wet spot staining his pants, and you don't think he resents you.
Trying to make your way towards the bed, you take a step forward and loses your balance the moment your legs move. The words spins when your knees are about to hit the floor but Caleb uses his evol to make you land softly on his lap. His smile is closer to a smirk now.
"Karma," Caleb laughs. You do it, too. He pulls at the hem of your dress. "Feeling comfortable?"
Caleb holds you in place as he moves his hips to sit up. Forehead leaning on yours, his eyes are all you can focus on. His hands find the zipper on your dress, Caleb's fingers brush against your back as he opens it.
Wanting more than this, you grab the fabric to take it off. Caleb helps when your earrings get caught on the dress. You throw it away, now bare on top of him except by a necklace. Caleb paid for it.
You should've feel ashamed. What a mess you are. You're naked on top of your brother. Face wet with tears because of his tongue, pussy leaking on his sweat pants. Caleb stares at your chest and your pussy clenches around nothing.
All you feel is empty. You reach for his hands, guiding them to your tits. His fingers brush against your skin, you make Caleb squeeze them. Caleb bites your shoulder, hiding his face from you. There's no hiding of the boner you're sitting on top of.
"Caleb," you lean your head on his shoulder. Be greedy, he said. Fine. "I want you to fuck me to sleep. Make me dream of you."
"Are you trying to kill me?" Caleb groan, you can feel how feverish his face is. "Don't say things like that."
Caleb holds you jaw to make you face him. How disgusting you are. Kissing your brother, sucking on his tongue like no sister should. You taste yourself on him. A mess of arousal and spit make your pussy feel cold even though your body burns just like his. You think you'd beg for more if Caleb wanted you to.
"When have i ever said no to you?" Caleb bites your bottom lip. "But you need to do something for me first, pips."
You pout. "I want you inside. Now."
Caleb laughs deliriously. "What a spoiled girl," he sucks your lip. "You got used to gege always giving you what you want. Can you this one thing for me?"
The pout is still there when you nod. Caleb smiles. "Give me the ring."
You don't understand. When your eyes focus on him, you follow Caleb's gaze to your hand. You take the ring off, sweaty fingers making it more difficult than it should've. You put it on his open palm.
Caleb search in his pockets. He opens his wallet, placing the ring inside it. You hold his hand before he could move away. There's a photo of you there. You don't remember when it was taken. "What will you do?"
"I'll return it for you," Caleb throws it on the bed, you feel the pull of his evol. You kinda wish he would do the same to you, but you don't feel like moving away from him now. "Because you will never see him again, right?"
You agree because you want to get Caleb out of his pants. "Never again," you answer. "Will you fuck me now?"
Caleb kisses your cheek. "Until you fall sleep, right?" You nod, watching his fingers play with the waistband. "I got you. Will make you cum over and over until you calm down, baby. So let it all out."
You whine when Caleb doesn't get rid of his pants. His thumb is on your mouth before you can use words to complain. He presses down and you think about biting it but Caleb just said he's gonna make you cum more. You don't want him to change his mind.
Sucking on his thumb, you hold on to his biceps and look into his eyes. Caleb groans. His long fingers tease your clit. Those fingers appeared on your dreams sometimes. His palm is long enough to press on your clit as he spread your slicky folds.
He's slow now, maybe worried you're too sensitive from your before. You watch as he moves. There's something hypnotic about watching how patient Caleb is. He takes time to explore all your spots, observing how you react to his touch. It feel like he's trying to memorize everything about you.
His fingers reach your hole. You realize now they're thicker than you thought. The stretch makes you whimper, you accidentally bite the thumb on your mouth. Caleb doesn't mind. You suck on them again, this time not to tease but as an apology.
You're so wet that it doesn't hurt when Caleb pushes his finger deeper inside. Your own digits can reach that far. His cock is fully hard beneath you now. You moan around his thumb, rocking your hips against his touch. The friction of your clit on his palm feels addictive.
"You're taking it so well, stretching so nicely around me," Caleb's licks from your shoulder to your jaw. "All that crying and yelling and that cheap ring around your finger just because I wasn't giving you what you needed, huh. My poor, needy baby."
Caleb takes his fingers off your mouth when you squeeze his arm. The sound you let escape makes you shiver. "Don't be mean," you moan, trying to get your hair away from your eyes.
"Why would I be mean with you?" Caleb asks, face inches away from yours, his eyes so attentive it makes you want to look away. He thrusts inside of you in a relentless rhythm. "I love when you act like. So spoiled, so pampered that you can't help but demand for what you need. I want you to cry and make a scene when things don't go your way. Be selfish, be greedy. Your brother will give you anything you want."
You sigh, embarrassed to hear all that. "Then I want another finger, gege."
This finger is longer than the last one. Your nails are deep on his shoulders as you try to stay still. It hits in a place that makes your back arch. Caleb takes the opportunity to kiss your jaw.
"She's so soft, meimei," Caleb coos. You clench around his fingers at that, moving your face to find his lips. Your tongue meets his in an open mouth kiss. "You like when I talk to her?"
You bite his bottom lip. "You're saying embarrassing things."
Caleb adds another fingers. He thrusts them inside of you, devouring each moan and whimper you can't hold back anymore. Caleb has a talent at taking you apart. "Feeling shy now?"
You shake your head. "No… you're embarrassing yourself. You want me that much?"
"So much and for so long," Caleb laughs into the kiss. "I hope I don't wake up from this."
"It's not a dream. I'm here."
You shake when a forth finger make its way inside of you. Your hips rush after this sinful sensation. "Most of my dreams are about you," Caleb bites your shoulder.
That makes you laugh. You try to say something but nothing coherent comes out of your lips. Your forehead bumps against his as you ride his fingers. It's too much, too fast, and it's still not enough. You're almost there but you can't reach it.
Caleb sucks on your earlobe, curling his fingers inside of you. It makes such a wet sound.
"Stop," you whimper. Caleb doesn't. "Stop, gege, stop, stop, I…"
"To think I trusted your choice to be his," Caleb whispers on your ear. "Look at you, riding my fingers and saying you don't want this. I'll make the decisions from now on, meimei."
You stop breathing as he drives you over the edge. He's precise, digits brutally hitting your g-spot with an easiness you never had. Caleb doesn't move faster and it makes you feel like you're going insane.
You close your eyes, body growing tense when you finally cum. There's not a single thought at your brain besides how good this feeling is. It's stronger now, it lasts for a little longer. Caleb continues to thrust inside of your pussy, prolonging it for you.
"Too much," you whimper.
"You asked for more and now acts like a cry baby?" You know that tone. When he teases without believing on what he's saying. "We should stop then, if you're already so tired."
You whine when his fingers leave you. "If you don't fuck me right now I'll go after him."
The moment you close your mouth you knew it was too far. Before you can take it back, his hand — wet with your own arousal — hits you across your face. The sound his fingers make against your cheek is more impressive than the slight burning you feel. It still makes you flinch.
Caleb cups your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Apologize," he demands, that same unnerving mimic of a smile back on his face.
You feel something wet rush out of you. "I didn't mean it."
Caleb places his hands under your thighs, nail digging into your skin. He shifts beneath you, using his evol to help him get up from the floor with you hugging his neck. He doesn't need any evol to be able of doing this, you know he lifts much more than what you weight.
"What should I do?" Caleb seems to be talking to himself rather than to you. "Wouldn't it be easier to just lock you away? That way you won't get any funny ideas. Then you'll be all mine."
You wrap your legs around his waist. Caleb walked out of the guest room, the cold air making you groan. "Don't be mad at me, gege. I take it back. I swear I'll never think about him ever again."
Caleb opened the door to your bedroom. He laid you on the mattress, you tried to sit up but Caleb pushed your shoulder to keep you lying down. "Will you forget everything about him? Get rid of everything that reminds you of him?"
You got used to seeing Caleb wear his pilot uniform more often than in casual clothes. It only made more evident how large his shoulders are, how reliable your brother is. You haven't seem the dog tag in a long time but you knew I'd be there. Your eyes follow the happy trail leading you to what's hidden by his sweat pants.
"I only want you," you whisper. His silence made your stomach churn. "I'm yours, only yours, I promise you."
"Who's saying embarrassing things now," Caleb says, although you can see his red ears. So he can get shy, too?
Caleb hooks his thumb on the waistband. He sighs. "Guess I teased you too much, huh."
Your mouth waters when he tugs it all the down. Makes sense why he was so decided to stretch you open. His cock is bigger than his fingers. Throbbing, it was too heavy to stand on its one. So big and waiting to fill you up.
You spread your legs for him, fingers working to open up your folds. You smile when his eyes widen. "I want it here."
Caleb knelt between your legs once more, towering over you. A large hand forced your thighs a little bit further, exposing more of your cunt for him. He decides to lean on the mattress, forearm resting beside your head. You look down when you feel the weight of his cock on your belly.
"That's how deep I'll be," Caleb ruts against your soft skin. You moan when your belly button disappear behind his burly cock.
Caleb kneels again, jerking himself against your pussy. It's so wet, the sound it makes feels so depraved. He hits your clit with his leaking tip before sliding it all the way down to your clenching hole. Your eyes are locked on him, watching the way Caleb drives his tip inside of you.
You sobbed. Caleb places his arms beneath your legs, leaning down and forcing your body to move with his. He's slow, devouring every little sound you make as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. You can feel every vein of his cock.
Caleb's all breathless, so focused on sucking on your tongue. What pitiful sounds you made, now pliant and behaved on his throbbing cock. Inch by inch, he tortures you. You're drooling by the time he fills you completely.
"You should learn with her," Caleb grins. He moves all the way out. You don't have time to complain before he slams it all the way in. "See how greedy she is?"
There's no way you can keep up with him. Your pussy is empty but you can still feel his length inside. Caleb moves his arms, placing his hands behind your knees. He fucks into you, forcing his weight on top of you. Completely folded, you realize you can't feel your legs.
You can't pretend to care about them.
It would be a shame to live the rest of your life without seeing how hungry Caleb is for you. He's taking care of you so nicely. Giving you more whenever you ask for it.
"It's too big, Caleb," you cry out loud. Your neighbors will complain tomorrow. "I need you-I need you to-"
"I know, I know," Caleb presses his hand on your belly. Something incoherent comes out of your mouth. "Breath for me."
You felt it coming. At the back of your mind, building it’s way towards you. You shake, drooling as your mind turns off. It wasn't a explosion, it didn't came with full force. It wavered over you, and it simply didn't stop.
Caleb feels deeper now. "I love you, I love you, princess-"
Your vision goes white, and so does your womb.
Caleb collapses on top of you, arms shaking beside your head. You feel his body moving with every breath, a motion that hypnotizes your own. You open your eyes when you feel empty, a sticky pool beneath your ass, and it surprises you to see you almost feel asleep.
He turns you around, hard nipples brushing against the sheets. Caleb moves your hair away from your sweaty face. He kisses your neck, moving to your nape and back. Your eyes close on its own.
You blink slowly. Looking back, your eyes widen at the sight of Caleb jerking off his still soft cock.
"Let's put her to sleep," Caleb says like it's a promise. He leans on top of you, rubbing his face against yours. Your heart melt a little. "I wonder what will you dream about."
You laugh at that. "Most of my dreams are about you," you get cozy on the pillow.
Caleb kissed your smile and you felt perfectly, utterly, completely satisfied.
(if I forgot to mention anyone please let me know)
You stood there staring at the spot where she vanished before you were grabbed and turned by a furious Rafayel with tears in his eyes. “y/n…you..you stupid” he looked like he wanted to scold you, yell at you, and give you hell, but all he did was sink to his knees and cried, his face buried in your tummy. The metal piece fell from your hand with a loud clank. “Hey..” You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him. Just then, a presence behind her, just as you tried to crane your neck, a hand came from there and wrapped around your throat. “Don't,” the word was spoken firmly with pleading undertones, his hand clasped around her wound, pressing on the wound. You noticed he was actually holding a handkerchief, applying pressure on your wound as the pristine cloth soaks up your blood. You looked up, and Zayne was rushing to grab the bag he had brought. Caleb was making a makeshift bed already, probably on Zayne's order, and Xavier…
Oh, poor Xavier.
He was crouched on the floor, clutching his chest, he coughs rather harshly and a splutter of blood coats his hand, and yet when he looked up, he only looked worried for you, “is..is she gonna be oka” he asked, his voice worn out, surely he must have sustained the most damage considering he was keeping up the shield and fighting at once.
In hindsight, it was a bit funny when you recalled thinking how Zayne was prepared to conduct surgery on a moment's notice. Caleb held several phones using their torch’s light to help Zayne see better. Sylus and Rafayel all huddled together as Zayne tended to your wound; his hands were ever so steady, and his eyes calm. It was as if, right now, for the sake of his own sanity, he had become detached from the situation.
All four of them were here, but not Xavier, and you were getting worried. You tried to speak, but it pained you when you did so.
“Xav-” you rasped
“Not now, pipsqueak, please.”
“But xav-”
“Kitten, for once. Listen to us.”
“Xavier is hurt-”
“y/n please, I need you to stay still for me right now.” Zayne’s voice was stern, brokering no room for arguments.
But you couldn't, you were uneasy and restless, noting that Rafayel squeezed your hand, placing a soft kiss on it, “he will be fine, he is strong enough to pull through it, my love, right now he is just sulking because he doesn't want to be seen as weak in front of you, “ he explains.
Caleb saw you won't rest till you make sure he is fine, so he calls out, “Xavier, bring your sorry ass back, she is worried.”
From some corners of the warehouse, his voice spoke up, “Tell Starlight I am fine, I just need to-woah- CALEB!!”
A struggling Xavier dangles, suspended in the air as he is brought closer to where they were from his initial hiding spot. Apparently, Caleb wasn't having any of it, and if Xavier was what you needed to get comfortable right now, then that's what he would present at your feet.
Once Zayne was satisfied, he exhaled deeply. Give one last once-over to your bandage; he had disinfected the wound and sutured it. “The wound was a little deep, but nothing threatening. I will suggest minimal conversations to not put a strain on your throat or the suture”.
All the guys also looked marginally relieved. “Great, now let's focus on getting the hell out of here. Who knows when she gets back?” Rafayel muttered under his breath. Sylus helps you sit, and you immediately grab Zayne's collar. “Check Xavier, now please, your voice was a little more intense than intended. Xavier tried to downplay once again, but you shut him down with a menacing glare; you were not having it right now. Too tired for any argument.
Zayne breaks into a small, sweet smile and shakes his head, taking your hand away from his collar and pressing a kiss “on it”.
Now that some of the tensions had eased, especially since they had made it very clear you weren't off the hook yet, and they would round back to your little stunt once they are out of this spooky as hell place and somewhere safe with you well fed and cleaned. Another one of those moments where you feel absolutely cared for.
“So she sealed off all exits…why??” Rafayel groaned once Sylus and Caleb confirmed after conducting a complete surveillance of the area, “probably out of spite,” Caleb grumbled. “She sealed them all, including the gaping holes we burst through,” Sylus sighed that bordered on an annoyed growl.
“Even the door that Zayne was nagging about,” Rafayel asked again
“I- I wasn't nagging about it, I was simply stating its existence that all of you rudely ignored.”
“Well, the door seemed locked now, it's awfully tricky lock,” Caleb says as he scrutinizes it, then shrugs, “not something I can't manage.” Caleb's tone was cocky even in this predicament. Rafayel rolled his eyes, “freak,” he grumbled, making the purple-eyed man gasp in offence, “who are you calling freak, freak?”
“Both of you calling each other freaks reminds me of that Spiderman meme y/n likes so much,” Sylus says with tired loopsided grins.
Yawning, you rubbed your eyes, understandably weary. Your voice was still hoarse, but it didn't stop you from yapping, “guys, guys, chill, we're all freaks.” You didn't even realize what you said till they all looked at you, even Zayne and Xavier, who were both sitting on the floor as Zayne checked up on him. The other guys sustained injuries, too, but he needed more attention.
“What,” they said in unison
“Whaat…” you replied softly, innocently.
“No, no, don't give me those eyes, you said what you said. We all heard it, we all really heard it right!!! right!!!!!!” Caleb was getting too psyched about it “Tell me I haven't lost it completely, sh-’ sylus puts his hand on Caleb's face and pushed him back toward the dorr with a technical lock on it, the obstacle in their freedom.” open the damn lock” he said then pointed straight at you “we will circle back on that too, later”
You were left flustered and opened your mouth to defend your honor when Rafayel slung his arm over your shoulder “save, it cute, you know what you got yourself into” he winked. “Also stop talking please, doc says thats a no go and we must listen to him” he says with solemnity
Oh so now they wanna listen to him.
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Caleb had been trying to get to the lock, sylus was standing next to him criticizing anything he does including the way he was breathing, you stood in between them to refrain another fight from happening between two seasoned rage-baiters, Xavier was resting against the wall and zayne was now checking up rafayel who when asked where it hurts the most replied with “everything”. He wascurrently sprawled in front of the doctor whining about everything and anything.
“pips tel this old geezer to get out of my face” caleb groaned sylus scoffed “please you were being so cocky earlier you cant even undo a lock, pathetic”
“Its advanced”
“Bohoo, too hard for your pea sized brain”
You chuckle a little caleb was clearly agitated, he already hated that you were here in such col-damp place while being hurt, and ever extra second you spend here grated on his nerves and no amount of soothing head pats were helping.
“Its just-” he huffed “ too damn dark in here” he grumbled then turned to xavier “he flashlight, you still dont feel strong enough?” he asked xavier who was already looking down looked away as he tries to form an orb of light but couldnt “...no” he said dejected at his own failure
“Just great” caleb grumoled
“ i may have an idea to bring light…” Sylus spoke, “but no one's gonna like it”
“Just do it sy, whatever it is we can live through it,” you said softly, trying to be careful and not hurt your throat. You could feel Zayne's glaring stare at the back of her head
Caleb agreed, “Yeah, if you have some genius plan then do it our phones out of batery, xaviers out of his light juice and rafayels fire more hazardous then useful” he ranted.
“Hey, it'll be plenty useful when i set your ass on fire” rafayel commented still sprawled, his head in zaynes lap…wait what even was going on there?
Sylus looked conflicted when he turned to you, you stared up at him doe eyed and encouraging. He let out a defeated sigh and picked you up, earning a gasp from you “Whoa, wait-”, one hand around your waist and hoisted you up, walking towards where Xavier was. That alone told you what his plan was. He drops you into Xavier's lap. Catching the blue-eyed boy off guard. “Only you can fix him” he said
Xavier, thou held your waist, glared at him, “ i am not broke that id need to be fixed” he spat at sylus’ retroeting figure. Good thing you were right there you cup his face leaning up to kiss his cheek” others guys all busy to notice.
Oh poor xavier
He was all frozen, looking at you wide-eyed. His blue bell eyes glisten for a second and the puffiness of his cheek where kissed dusted pink that spread upto his ears, he quicjkly looked away “why would you do that…i didnt deserve that” he said in his soft mellow voice tinged with disappintment in himself “my sheiled wasnt str-” you silence him by hugging him “you did great xav, you held the barrier while fighting so many wanderes that must have taken a huge toll on you sweetheart and yet you pushed through till the end of the battle” you said softly only for him to hear. “B-but this never happened before…before when we fought wanderers i wouldnt even break sweat i dont know why today i just…” he trails off, “today i feel so weak…” you soothinly rub his back. You knew why it happened mc had told you enough and the rest you figured out yourself. But you decided to keep it till they come clean with what they knew later.
“Shh-its okay, its all okay…she probably enhanced the wanderers to make them extra stronger xavier you still did so well” you pat his head fingers combing through his fluffy hair, a dream cam tru moment for both of you xavier fully relaxed almost forgetting the whole thing as he ,melts in your embrace “you are probably right…” he sighs pressing his face in the crook of your neck. Now was the chance…
You leaned in his ear and spoke “you did so much better then lumiere”
And there was light (1:3)
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“Hurry up, caleb!!!1”
“I am doing fast as i can, rafayel!!!!”
“Luke and kieran would have gotten us out here 30 minutes ago”
“I just started 20 minutes ago???!!!”
“You should just let a real man handle this”
“Oh yeah sylus? Last i check you trying to blow up the door didnt work either”
Caleb was clearly agitated, and rafayel and sylus flanking him as they patronize him further and further. “Seriously i am doing my best here and i maybe would have been done if you two wont be ganging up on me” he exasperated
“I cant help it i cant stand it any more!!!!” rafayel cries out stomping his feet, caleb looked at the indiginant purple haired man “and you think i can stand any more of this-” he said wildly gesturing towards you.
You who were nestled in xaviers embrace while the man in question glowed, literally. He was illuminating the space with bright soothing light, enough to allow caleb to work with ease. Xavier, who was completely serene, squeezed you and nuzzel further in your chest, zayne sat beside you his hand covering your eyes, he insisted it was important to protect your eyes, he himself had his trusty sunglasses on.
Much to rafayels horror, he bites his knuckle and lets out a hushed scream his other hand gripping sylus’ bicep
“He is squeezing and nuzzling!! he is squeezing and nuzzling!!” he boderline shrieks
“Get your slimy hands off of me gutterfish”
Caleb seethes with pure unadultered envy. “Was this your only plan sylus?” he asked snapping his head towards the guy in question who was now patting his mechanical bird “i warned no ones going to like it didnt i, besides it solved our lights crisis so get on with it and do your job.”
At last..
The door opened and freedom greeted you, some hunters had just arived too now and they escorted you back to safety, you caught a glimpse of few familiar faces of your “friends” from the association. Before the exhaustion of the whole ordeal took over. And you collapsed in one of the guys arms.
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When you opened your eyes the smell of antiseptic greeted you in a not-so-polite way, followed by a sound of groaning, at first you didnt understand why you were easily passing out and slept for long times in curiously deep slumber but now you know.
A beutiful face greeted you first thing “ah miss hunter is awake” you blinked at the woman
“Its fine you are a bit disoriented, i am Yevonee,” the nurse says, her kind empathetic eyes brimming with understanding. You recognized her quickly after that “oh Yevonne, yes!” you tried to speak but your voice couldnt go up much loud so you spoke in soft gentle tone
“ Hi! How have you been” you ask trying to sit up but she gestures you to keep lying down, “its fine, rest… you guys just got here” she says “and…no talking”
From your peripheral vision you could see the other guys also in beds you turned your face to look at either side on your left was caleb and next to him, rafayel. On your right sylus and the xavier who was napping.
“We were told you guys were suddenly attacked by wanderers and brough thier. You put a great fight as always miss hunter, take your rest. You deserve it” she says her voice soft and soothing. You had no heart to tell that she was wrong, that she wasn't the brave and strong hunter every one mistook you to be. You were just…you.
It seemed like she wanted to say something more but the door opens and Zayne enters just then “yevone, ill take it from here” he says with that professional tone of his that lind of made you raise a brow. Yevonne nods and leaves without another word.
“So I am going to check up on all of you one by one, left to right.” zayne said, approaching Rafayel, who seemed genuinely relieved. “thank god, I thought you'd never come to check up on me…you can't be that busy with other patients.”
Zayne was checking his latest reports on his vitals. “Everything seems good here, you are stable, do you feel any pain anywhere? “
“Yeah its so bad, my right pinky hurts- hey, where are you going??!!”
Zayne had already moved along leaving Rafayel grumbling how his painting hand needed special attention.
Zayne reached Caleb, his eyes narrowed, looking as if he was prepared for a stubborn child. Zayne takes a deep breath first, then opens his mouth to speak, “Caleb, how-”
“I am fine! I keep saying this, but you won't listen to me!” Caleb huffed, “You are coddling me like a child. I am all good, so let me discharge so I can get to the bottom of this,” he complained.
“Caleb, you sustained internal injuries as well as physical, and you are not cooperating with the staff.”
“I am co-operating just fine-”
“Why are you not wearing your splint then?” Zayne said, picking up the discarded splint by the foot of his bed, and gave Caleb a pointed look.
“My ankle is fine, I don't need it.”
Zayne gives him a cold glare. “Do you plan on falling face-first next time you try to run?”
Caleb huffed but couldn't argue, “It's… it's just so itchy,” he took it back, “I'll get you an ointment for that.” Zayne said briefly before walking away. Finally, he was by your side his expression softened completely.
“Hey,” he says, his voice takes a very soothing tone. He reaches out to touch your forehead, brushing away the hair. “Does your throat hurt?” he asked, and you shook your head with a smile.
“Good,” Zayne murmured after you shook your head. Though his eyes made it obvious he still did not fully believe you. His fingers brushed lightly along your jaw before moving lower, careful and featherlight around your throat. You could barely feel the touch, yet somehow it still made heat creep into your face.
His brows furrowed slightly as he examined the marks. Not angry exactly. More… restrained. Like he was holding back the urge to personally strangle whoever had hurt you, despite already knowing exactly who did it.
“You should still avoid speaking for now,” he said quietly. “Your throat has been strained enough already.”
You nodded obediently this time, mostly because the soreness really was becoming more noticeable the more awake you got.
Satisfied for the moment, Zayne adjusted your blanket properly around you before standing up. The movement drew Sylus’ attention instantly from the bed beside yours. Since Zayne was going to each bed in turn, one would assume he would go to bed, but that doesn't happen. Zayne skips Sylus entirely, going to Xavier's bed instead.
“What’s this?” Sylus placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “You check on her and then skip right past me? Ouch, doc. You wound me. I thought I was more important to you than this.”
Without missing a beat, Zayne replied while writing something onto the clipboard in his hands, “Unfortunately, your ego appears perfectly healthy.”
Caleb snorted from the other side of the room while Rafayel outright laughed.
Sylus only clicked his tongue. “Cruel. After all we’ve been through together, too.”
“You survived. Tragically.”
“See? Flirting with me again.”
Zayne ignored him with the long-suffering patience of a man deeply reconsidering his life choices and instead walked toward Xavier’s bed.
The room quieted slightly at that.
Xavier was still asleep, soft silver hair messy against the pillow, his expression finally relaxed for the first time since you had seen him in that warehouse. Even sleeping, he looked exhausted. Zayne carefully checked the readings beside him, then placed two fingers lightly against his wrist.
Your chest tightened unconsciously while watching.
Zayne noticed immediately, because of course he did.
“He’s doing well,” he said without even looking back at you, yet somehow still speaking directly to you. “His energy levels are stabilizing. He simply overexerted himself. All he needs is a good long sleep.”
Relief loosened something painful inside your chest.
Zayne scribbled down more notes before finally moving to Sylus’ bed at last. The man looked unbearably smug about finally receiving attention.
“There we go,” Sylus drawled lazily, leaning back against the raised hospital bed. “I was beginning to think you liked the others more.”
“I do,” Zayne replied dryly while checking his pulse.
Sylus grinned. “And yet here your hands are all over me anyway.”
“Kindly shut up.”
Rafayel gagged dramatically from his bed. “Please stop whatever this weird tension is before I actually throw up.”
“You’re just jealous no one flirts with you at the hospital,” Caleb muttered.
“Excuse you? Nurses adore me.”
“They probably think you’re a public health risk.”
While the others bickered, Zayne continued examining Sylus with practiced ease. Honestly, the whole checkup felt less like a doctor seeing a patient and more like two men finding increasingly creative ways to insult each other affectionately.
“You’re healing unusually fast,” Zayne noted.
Sylus shrugged. “Maybe I’m just built different.”
“Well, self- healing is a perk of your evol.”
“Hm. Keep talking like that and people will start thinking you care about me, doctor.”
Zayne finally closed the file with a soft snap. “You are completely fine. Which means you’re only still admitted because you refuse to leave.”
Sylus looked entirely unapologetic. “And miss the opportunity to stay in the same room as kitten? Absolutely not.”
Your face warmed instantly.
Zayne sighed the sigh of a deeply tired man before turning to leave for the next patient file.
“Zay—”
The sound came out rough and hoarse enough to make everyone look at you immediately.
Zayne turned right back around with visible disapproval. “No talking.”
You frowned slightly. Gosh, you hated this rule
His expression softened almost immediately afterward. “Use the notepad.”
He gestured toward the small notebook and pen sitting on the bedside table.
Quickly, you grabbed them and scribbled something down before shoving the paper toward Caleb since your arms were closest to him. Caleb looked at it, then barked out a laugh before reading it aloud for everyone.
“‘Zaynie~~, you got hurt too. Why aren’t you admitted or even resting?” he said, mimicking your way of speaking. You threw the pen at his head
The room fell quiet for exactly one second.
Then Rafayel sat up dramatically. “Wait, actually, yeah. Seriously, dude. How are you still walking around as if nothing happened?”
“You were literally fighting the entire time, too,” Caleb added, frowning now.
Even Sylus narrowed his eyes slightly. “You do look suspiciously functional.”
Zayne paused by the doorway, one hand still resting against the frame. For a moment, he simply looked at all of you with that same calm composure he always carried so effortlessly.
Then, finally, a small smirk tugged at his lips.
“Because,” he said smoothly over his shoulder, “I am Doctor Lee Zayne.”
With that, he exited the room with poise and grace.
“Okay, that was hot as hell.”
—-----
Zayne stepped out of the semi-private ward, letting the door click shut softly behind him. The muffled sound of bickering immediately dulled behind the barrier, replaced by the quiet hum of hospital lights and distant footsteps echoing through the corridor.
For a moment, he simply stood there.
Then his composure cracked.
A sharp ache pulsed through his ribs hard enough to make him inhale quietly. His hand came up almost instinctively, pressing against his side beneath the white coat. The bandages wrapped tightly around his torso strained with the movement. Exhaustion settled heavily into his shoulders now that he was no longer inside, reassuring everyone else.
A nurse, who seemed exhausted and overworked, passing by, slowed to a stop when she noticed him leaning slightly against the wall.
“Doctor Zayne…” her brows furrowed with concern. “You haven’t rested at all. You’ve been running around taking care of everyone else since you got here.” Her eyes flickered toward the hand pressed against his ribs. “You’re injured too.”
Zayne looked up at her.
For a second, the exhaustion in his eyes became visible. Not the physical kind alone, but the sort that settled deep into the bones after fear. After almost losing someone.
Then, as always, he smoothed it away behind a small, gentle smile.
“I’ll rest later,” he said quietly.
The nurse looked unconvinced. “Doctor—”
“The people need me more right now.”
His voice remained calm and steady, but when his gaze drifted briefly toward the closed ward door, something softer slipped through. Something painfully human.
Because for those few horrifying moments in that warehouse, he truly thought he had lost you.
And Zayne wasn’t entirely sure his heart had recovered from that yet.
The nurse could only nod in understanding. She walked away, shaking her head, “What a horrible day. First, the sudden earthquake, and then the wanderer attack on those poor people,” she says to no one in particular, but Zayne heard it. And he was sure that these two incidents weren’t not unrelated.
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Don't look at me like that I know it was supposed to come weeks earlier I am sorry 😭😭 but things came up an the first draft of this part didn't sit right with me so I scratched and wrote a whole new thing
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CW + notes : Rafayel is not all there in the head, reader is a transmigrator, reader is POC and a chubby girl (like me), very self-indulgent, both are tooth-rottingly in love with each other, this is a dark romance with unsettling scenes. MC/Maisie mentioned. Sorry if this is short or too rushed? Read at your own risk, honey. And Enjoy!
Credit to @uzmacchiato for the dividers.
"....and, how do you say I love you in your own language?" Rafayel asks you softly as he lays with you. Underneath the stars, where the cold waves barely meet your feet upon the shore.
"Very simple. Either normally 'I love you' in normal english, or.." You turn towards him with a small teasing smile. "...tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai, Mr Rafayel Qi. Pyar karthi hoon tujhse." You say with a small giggle as you wink at him.
His pink cheeks made your heart skip a beat. And he moves to hide his face away from you, making you erupt into a fit of giggles. "Hey! Why you're shying away like a bride? Huh? Ay hay Meri sharmili dulhan..." You tease him whilst trying to turn him back towards you.
And he does, by flipping you over to lay back on the sand as he hovers above you. Watching. As you giggle beneath him and trace along his pink cheeks. Had you looked closer, you'd see that glint in his eyes. Of such a desire that borders upon a frightening line between obsession and devotion.
"Yeh hasi aur muskaan... tujhpe fida ho raha hoon, meri dulhan. Tumse pyar.. ishq.. mohabbat.. sab kuch hain, jaan. Itna ki hum jaan de saktha hoon...aur jaan leh bhi sakhta hoon.." His words... his confession.. they come out so strong. So intense. The ocean and waves are a mirror of his emotions.
Your giggles fall away to a silence, but your eyes do the talking. Staring up at him completely in love as you cup his handsome face. "...so much of love for me?.. all only for me, my dear Sea god?"
"Only for you. Always for you.." He murmurs to you as he closes his eyes and nuzzles himself further into your touch. Your soft, delicate hands... that hold his heart. He swears upon the ocean that it's yours only to have and to hold.. and to crush.
.....if only he had a heart to give.
He grimaces as if it physically aches him to remember it. But your sweet caresses soothe him as he opens his eyes. And stares in yours that hold countless stars and galaxies within them.
"What's bringing your mood down, Rafayel? Why this sadness? Hm?" You ask him as you sit up with him. Looking at him with worry now, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't want to see you in any such way. "Smile, bubs. Smile for me.. only then I will feel better."
"Why? I will not smile until you tell me what has made you upset." You say to him with a pout, and proceed to attack him with kisses all over his face. That makes his heart just about burst inside his chest.
"Okay! Okay! Fine! You're gonna mess up my hair and beautiful face.." He laughs as you chase away the dark thoughts with your adorable kisses. "..I.. I was just thinking about.. Maisie and.. and.." He says as he looks away in guilt.
You sit back and try to study him. His facial expression and demeanor. For a moment, you feel panic. That maybe..he's second-guessing things with you. That his bond with MC or Maisie will pull him away from you. But he dispels the thoughts quickly with his next words.
"I wish I had my heart to give you. I wish it was you. That I had given it to you. I.. I can't fight against the game and the coding. I can't fight against what has already being pre-written and decided... all I can do, is love you as I am now. All I can do... is protect you and hide you away from this world and its prying eyes. I can't lose you... that pain.. I can't live through such a pain again, my Bubbles.."
You understand what he's talking about. You know all there is about him. You get it. Because you played those cards and felt his pain when losing her. The MC of the game. And right now, it feels...wierd. Because all this time, you've been telling yourself that it's okay. It's alright to love and keep Rafayel to yourself. And why not? MC has the remainder love interests to play around with. So what would there be if you keep Rafayel to yourself?
"Stop thinking like that. You're talking as if I'm going to die or run away. Where else would I go to? My home is with you." You say to him, and take his hands into yours. You smile as you hold his hands for a moment. Then bring them up to cup your face. You love the feeling of it.
"Stop talking about MC and what the game says is your past. Let's write a new future. One, that's yours and mine alone... what do you think?"
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