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"You're always so soft..."

    A peaceful sigh escaped Kaeya's lips. His head was resting against your chest, laying his body on top of yours underneath the warm blankets while his arms wrapped around your torso.

    It's good to be back as he would say, too many times for you to count now ever since he arrived. He was stuck on expeditions for three days as Cavalry Captain. Kaeya has been working non-stop and only found the time of solace when it was all over. But none of you knew when his next tough expedition will come back so, your boyfriend decided to come by and rest in your place for a bit before being called back the next day for a report on his findings.

"Do you mean me or my chest?"

"It could be both."

    His hands found it's way to nestle on your hips before pulling up the fabric of your top. Kaeya's lips gently ran across the skin of your belly before moving upwards to cherish the pink nubs of your nipples, nibbling one in between his teeth before lathering it with his wet tongue to further tease you and prove his word. Your breathe came in heated pants, grabbing the strands of his hair from both sides of his face to make him pause and look at you in the eye.

"W-wait... Shouldn't you let me help you relax? You just came home-."

    Your words stumbled out of your mouth before being interrupted by Kaeya, pressing his lips in a passionate dance, his tongue expertly tracing along the inside of your cheek to have a taste, leaving you breathless before parting his lips making you whine at the loss. It made Kaeya chuckle.

"I am relaxed, darling. Even more so while I please you like this."

    While his warm breathe mingled next to your ear making you hazy, his hands had already found it's way to slip your bottom and underwear off your hips, discarding it to the floor. His hand found it's way to cup your cunt, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves from your clit in slow circular motions knowing how much it makes you moan for him.

"K-Kaeya..."

    His name fell out of your mouth in a weak whine making him grow excited, further increasing your pleasure by adding two fingers inside your pussy, moving it upwards then onto your soft spot where he curled his fingers, gauging a loud moan rolling out of your mouth. Your body was so responsive to him, it was tough not to make his control over you break so easily.

    Your head rested on the pillows, biting on your bottom lip hard to endure yourself from his relentless teasing, refusing to come so easily. You craved for his pleasure, his attention, and knowing he'll be busy again as the Cavalry Captain by tomorrow, you just had to be selfish for once. Kaeya noticed this, his free hand gently tracing the side of your face with a small smile.

"Come for me, (y/n)."

"B-but if I do- we would be done for t-today-."

    Kaeya chuckled at your words, feeling grateful for how greedy you are to keep him here with you before leaning in to whisper next to your ear. His hand busy with your sopping pussy, increased in speed, pushing his fingers in and out of you before curling them nicely to make you squirm under his touch.

"And who said I can't have you cum more than once tonight?"

    Your breath hitched, chest heaving at the intensity of Kaeya's touch along with your self-control slipping away by more words from Kaeya that kept you in a chokehold.

"Now be a good girl and come on my hands."

    A small chill ran down your spine and clit. Your eyes slowly fluttered down to see Kaeya playing with the temperatures of your body, his hand a bit cold, pressing against your needy clit making you quickly crumble against him. Your hips shaking to a halt, feeling your release leave your body just like how Kaeya wanted it.

    Him and his damn cryo vision. One of your weaknesses that you had been fantasizing for a while now finally coming to fruition that made Kaeya's eye widen is surprise before recovering with a smirk and a nibble on your neck.

"Oh? You never told me you craved the cold while I ruin you like this, darling. You should have told me."

    He brought his hand to his mouth, licking away the mess you made on his hands while staring at you. His blue eyes piercing back at you, seemingly darker from the state you're both in while holding a sweet smile that could fool you.

    A large tent could be found on his pants, a nudging feeling on your thighs that made you tempted to reach. However, you heard Kaeya tut slowly, holding both your hands with his own before pinning them above your head. His body towered over you making it apparent on who had control at this very moment.

"Not yet, princess. Remember, who wants to be in charge of his relaxation right now."

    Kaeya's words poured right into you, making you drink all of it in before watching him lean back and strip away his top clothing leaving him shirtless in front of you. He took your raised up shirt away, using it to conceal your eyes, wanting his next trick to make you feel every inch of sensation he had to offer.

"Do you like this princess?"

    Kaeya's hands ghosted above your nipples, an icy chill ran through his fingertips, gently rubbing them over until they harden underneath his touch making you gasp. Your body shook while his hands explored your body, recovering the chill on your nipples by a lap of his warm tongue, teasing the bud again just like earlier except you had to guess his lingering touch. His hands massaged your mounds, cupping and caressing them with his chilly hands while his mouth left marks of claim, dark and bruising enough for them to stay for a week.

    The tent in his pants prodded against your wet folds, making you roll your hips quickly, staining them with your slick.

"You're making it very hard for me to resist pounding you, princess."

"But I really need you..."

    Kaeya growls. His hands moving to turn you around with your ass up from the bed. You heard a buckle of a belt followed by a piece of clothing fall to the floor. It made you turn around, curiosity getting the better of you to see Kaeya fully naked, rubbing his erection up then downwards in vigorous movements. His tip was flushed red, leaking a bit of pre-cum from your earlier teasing making you raise your ass up better for him to take you.

"Please Kaeya..."

    You plead, holding onto the bed sheets for much needed support. Kaeya aligned his cock to your folds, slowly delving his tip into your waiting cunt making you moan.

"Oh? But I'm not fully inside of you yet, princess. You did beg for it and now you'll have to take everything in."

    Kaeya pushed his hips further into your needy hole, evoking a reaction from you that made you grip onto the bed sheets harder. Your bottom lip a bit bruised from biting back a moan that threatened to fall past your lips at how good Kaeya has been filling you up. His cold hands slipped back onto your clit, teasing the sensitive spot while his hips started ramming onto your ass, leaving no room for to adjust to his size.

    Moans erupted your lips, each thrust making your voice louder in pitch, even more so with his hands to increase your pleasure.

"Shit... So good taking me in princess..."

    Kaeya groaned, slamming his hips faster, deeper into you that his tip often brush against your spot that made your eyes roll back. He took advantage of this moment to pull your head back using the strands of your hair in his grip while you were so putty in his sensual ministrations, whispering words of praise in your ears that left your core shaken, wanting so badly to gush on his cock. But not yet.

"So hot for me. I might just request this relaxation everyday from you."

    Kaeya's lips ghosted over your nape to bite on your neck, leaving more marks of his claim over you just like the previous nights he done before to make you look so love struck for him. It was to make others aware and jealous that you are lucky to have stolen the Cavalry Captain's love and passion in bed. Kaeya's thrusts was starting to grow deep and slow, his strokes evident that he was almost there.

"Let me come inside you princess... Feel me inside you... Come for me too."

    With that, Kaeya's hips stilled, skin to skin slapping had ceased to releasing in your cunt making you moan and do the same. Your mixed fluids dripped down from your legs to the mattress with the only sounds of your breathe mingled in the air.

"S-so good... Kaeya."

    Your voice was raspy from the action which Kaeya took pride in knowing how well he did once again to fulfill his rest and your burning desires that he'll always keep between the both of you. He leaned in to kiss your nape before pulling out, guiding your body to rest with him on the bed, taking note to change the sheets a little later.

"I'm glad. We both enjoyed today."

    His thumb rubbed soothing circles against your back with small kisses gracing your forehead then face.

"Always share me your deepest desires, love. No matter how bad you seem to look at it..."

    He then leaned his head to whisper in your ear, suggestive in his tone.

"You know I always make you feel great."

    It made you blush a deep shade of red before pushing him gently, earning a chuckle from Kaeya because of how cute you were every time you feel shy to him. You are endearing, his home.

    Water surrounded you, making it impossible to breathe. You couldn't decipher whether you're dead or drowning in the ocean, though a bystander would think you're suffering from both because of your lack of struggle, slowly descending deeper. The light from the waters above your clouded vision continued to fade until a figure above dove in, swimming towards your direction. Unfortunately, his face was only just a silhouette, attempting to reach for your hand and resurface to save you. You wanted to move forward, take the stranger's hand in yours, but an unknown force within you had no strength to do so.

"(Y/n)...!"

    Your name, or what sounds like your name, came out in thick gurgles of water from the stranger. They still persisted in swimming with much of their might to save you. Who is this person? If they continued to sink in deeper with you, there would be no hope for either of you to live. How foolish. Your eyes slowly gave in to the darkness surrounding them before opening once more.

    Your eyes take in the surroundings of your room, all dimly lit by the moon that glanced from the open peak of your window curtains. Your head turned in search of your wall clock.

2:37 am.

    A sigh left your lips, burying yourself further into the warm blankets for comfort. It was the same dream that haunted you for years, the ocean and you sinking into your demised. However, the small moment didn't strike fear in you, at least you hoped not yet. You haven't visited the beach for over ten years now and you always found yourself sticking by the sand whenever your family asks you to come with them.

    You rise up from your spot on your bed, leaving to grab a glass of water before returning to your room. They were both calm, your water and the ocean from your dreams, moving on their own except for the other being more dangerous if you sink in too deep.

    But that man, who was he?

    You thought of leaving it aside, knowing your work starts early in the morning, taking a sip of your water before resting back on the comforts of your mattress.

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"But you never saw his face? That's a shame... You should've seen it if he was cute or not."

    Your eyes narrowed at your friend after telling them the entire story of your dreams again. They always knew what kind of stress you're dealing with, but never knew the answer to how to solve it. At first, they informed you to brush it off as a simple vision your mind had randomly come up with until it grew too frequent for them to ignore.

"You really had to focus on that detail?? I can't just fall for every random stranger in my dreams."

    A boisterous laugh came from the mouth of your friend before shaking their head at your deadpan expression.

"At least they treat us better than the men in this reality. Who knows? With how frequent you meet yours, he might actually appear right through that door!"

    Now a smile erupted your features before bursting into a laugh at how silly they were acting with you. Though absurd, you still appreciate their sense of optimism in your dream related problems. A small chime came from the door, signaling a customer walked into the shop. Your friend gave you a small nod, which you returned before watching them move to entertain them. You, on the other hand, busied yourself in writing a list of the potions you both need to make and what's available to write down and display on the racks.

"Excuse me?"

    A voice deep yet soothing to your ear came in front of you, making you look up to them.

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

    The man was dressed in simple black and midnight green robes embroidered by silk and gold accents, making him stand out only just a bit but not too much to get everyone's attention. It was clear he looked like a soldier or a protector of some kind because of the sword strapped around his waist.

    You thought you would have recognized him because of this small town, but then again, he might be a wandering traveler from afar so you can't assume too quickly.

"Do you have any good potions for healing? I seem to run out myself on the way here."

    The man replied with a slight scratch on his nape. You nod before smiling, taking out a regular sized bottle. It's mixture flowing through green and hues of blue gradient inside, shimmering in utter brilliance.

"That will be fifty gold for a healing potion."

    He reached out from his pocket, pulling a small pouch where he fumbled to grab the amount needed. The man set down sixty-five gold instead of fifty, leaving you surprised at the change. You took the extra, your hands moving to give it back.

"I can't accept this much."

"Please, this shop deserves much recognition for the work you and your companion put through for everyone who needs it. Keep my change."

    Before you could push more to give the extra back, the man bows slightly before leaving the shop. Your friend, who just came back, glanced at the man you just entertained before turning to you with a playful smile you knew you wouldn't enjoy.

"Who was that? He looks so good! I've never seen him before. Do you think he's-."

    Just when your friend was about to ask you for more information about the customer you entertained, you stopped her train of thoughts, speaking ahead of them before it goes in a direction you'll never get back from.

"And don't you think it's your turn to brew new potions to stock while I grab some herbs we need outside? The strength and healing potions won't produce themselves."

    Your friend groaned.

"Let me dream a little. My single life won't move by itself either!"

    Throwing your quill pen at them, you caused them to move aside but still took the blow from the quill thrown at them, laughing at your advancements before heading into the staff room to do their work while you prepared your journey in the forest for herbs. You pack containers, water, and a bit of snacks to aid your short travel. You bid goodbye to your friend, starting your walk into the forest.

    You had a list written by you with a few additions to your friend. You crouched down to pick up yellow and purple flowers, one that radiated like the sun and the other mirroring the deepest night sky of the auras. Since you were here, it shouldn't hurt to grab them for a potion of good sleep. Not that you never tried it before and have it mix with your cup of tea. Your friend suggested this once after experiencing four nights of the same dream in your sleep, but it never worked.

    You move to the next item on your list, which is dewberries, picking at least three before turning your head to the bushes rustling nearby. Your eyes scanned the area before resuming your work of collecting three more until a large hand grabs your mouth, pulling you back towards their body.

"Such luck of running into a lady."

    A skinny man walked into the scene, next to his companion, who took you by surprise. He spoke before smirking. The items from your bag scrambled down after being forcefully pulled away. The man who held you back took one of them, shaking the containers of herbs inside before turning his head back towards you.

"A smart one who can provide and heal too! How much do you think we can make out of her if we sold her to the palace?"

    The skinny man only laughed before ordering his companion.

"Stuff her in the bag. I know we'll make a fortune in that case."

    You struggle in the gruff man's hold who was opting to lift you up while his friend took the large sack they had slung behind his back. Your legs kicked and swung around, managing to injure the skinny man on the groin out of pure luck. But you knew you needed more than that.

"Feisty as well! You'll pay for all the damages you'll do to me and my companion. Now stay still or-."

    A powerful surge of wind ripped through the scene, causing all of you to shut your eyes while your captors try to stay in place on the grass below, gripping onto the strands before getting blown away a few steps.

"You!"

    The voice of a man came, commanding and stern, but there was no man. Only the figure of a large, bright green, slender dragon came in sight. He was exactly like what the stories you kept hearing as a child.

    The Midnight Dragon.

    Its nostrils flared in anger, watching the two men as if they were its prey. The men who held captive of you had their hands tremble beneath their fingertips, eyes staring wide at the force of nature they just angered without moving another muscle.

"Begone or I will banish you myself."

    The men cowered in fear, flinging your body to a shallow lake before leaving in a hurry into the direction of the city. The dragon quickly shifts into a human man, running to the lake before diving in to save you.

    Your arms flailed around to resurface from the water. You weren't sure if you should feel even more terrified now that reality is making you sink deep into the waters just like in your dreams. No, nightmares. If only you agreed with your friend to teach you a bit of swimming, but you were too stubborn, confident enough that drowning would never cross in a moment of your life.

    Right now, you were afraid.

    Maybe it was a warning that you stupidly ignored and now you've fallen deep to your demise. You allowed your eyes to shut, accepting the darkness with the faint figure of the man reaching for your hand.

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    Jiyan thought he could never save you, blaming himself for how slow he was in every haunting nightmare that plagued his thoughts. As if his previous life wasn't enough to make him feel guilty about how much pain you've pulled through and now in this timeline? How much more does he need to suffer?

    He swam deeper, faster, just to grab a hold of your hand before pulling you up with him to the surface. Jiyan carried your body to a nearby tree, setting you down next to it before leaning his head to your chest and mouth to check for your vitals. For the love of the gods, please don't let him see you dead again.

    Using the heel of heel of his dominant hand and the other hand resting on it above your breastbone, he began to push, watching a couple of water droplets leave your mouth. Jiyan counted quietly in inaudible whispers, begging for your revival until slowly a cough came from your lips, causing him to step away a bit to give you some space.

"(Y/n)?"

"W-who- I-."

    You shut your eyes, rubbing away the water residuals that dropped from your hair, regaining consciousness from the events prior.

"What... what did you just say?"

    Jiyan's eyes widen but you didn't catch his surprise, only a clear of his throat before carrying you in his arms again as if you were lightweight. A feather, if he might add, but he'll tease you later. He valued your safety the most, so he took you back home while you had a million questions running in your head, especially how he knew where you lived.

"Stalker much?"

    You uttered above a whisper, making Jiyan shake his head quickly before you act on him.

"I-... You wouldn't believe me if I told you this."

"I'm all ears... Midnight Dragon."

    You didn't know how else to call him besides what the stories and myths had told you. It made Jiyan's heart sink, trying to accept the fact that you will never remember him. Maybe in this life you wouldn't, but it didn't stop him from being your sole protector wherever you go. Why did it have to be him to be cursed to remember everything while you were reborn to forget?

    Jiyan was silent through the entire journey, slipping into the crack of your window with you in his arms, which you forgot to close before leaving. He set you down on the comforts of your mattress before finally answering.

"I've been protecting you endlessly in our previous life and now... Believe it or not."

    Jiyan confessed. It made you confused.

"Previous life? I never remembered anything or been aware of... living longer like you do."

    If it has been that way, maybe you should've had some majestic powers to make you live longer like him. Your thoughts only made Jiyan chuckle softly before ruffling your damp hair, mind racing at what you both could've possibly been, but you had no memory at all whatsoever.

"You may not remember anything about me. But I'll make sure you'll always feel safe and maybe... feel loved by me again in this timeline..."

    Jiyan took your hand, kissing your palm gently. It felt as if a gentle breeze flowed against your skin, gracing you with the dragon's passion and attention. Everything felt like a dream, to actually see the dragon in person who has concealed its identity until years later. Did it have anything to do with your existence? It made you wonder. Most especially with the mystery laced in his words about you and him.

"If heaven ever gives us the chance to meet again, I'll always keep loving you at that time and the next."

    His words held a promise that strangely made your heart accept him entirely. Jiyan smiled, rising from his feet, making you scramble from your seat on the bed.

"Wait."

    He paused, eyebrows raised in question.

"What's your name?"

"Jiyan."

    He blew a soft breeze in front of your face, effectively hitting your eyes before watching you fall back asleep on your bed. It made Jiyan smile, admiring how peaceful you look, waving his arm above your figure to use his own magic, drying your clothes to avoid you from waking up with a cold. He pulled the covers over your body, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. Jiyan shut the windows behind him, taking a mental note to remind you about it before disappearing into the night.

    For the first time in your life, you finally got over your nightmares of drowning. Your dreams only painted the image of green and blue hues of a dragon before shifting to the figure of Jiyan, planning on your next meeting with him again.

author's note: took a bit of inspiration from the potions event of genshin. i was trying to find a good occupation for reader in a magical town and thought of that!

    Your clothes lay strewn across the floor right next to you and Jiyan while his cock, just inches away, buried deep inside, almost kissed your cervix with its tip. The sensual proximity caused your breath to become ragged while Jiyan sat there comfortably, forgetting about the presence of his work on his desk as his hand gently traced small lines down your back using the golden claw of his gloves. Your spine shivered upon contact, walls squeezing his cock in anticipation that made Jiyan hold back a groan.

"Don't move yet. Let me enjoy this a little longer... You did offer it, after all."

    Jiyan rubbed your hips in soothing circles before relaxing once more. You insisted on him taking a rest in bed, but the poor man was still a little too exhausted after defeating tacet discords for the entire afternoon with his troop that he resulted in staying in his office for the time being. You had no other choice but to help him release his stress here, feeling a little bold in your decision, thinking the Midnight Rangers wouldn't walk into their general like this.

"But Jiyan... I need it. Need you..."

"Love, you've come this far, though."

    He pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, his other hand to cup your cheek, staring at your half-lidded eyes in adoration. Jiyan moved his hand lower to massage the curve of your hips, further torturing your nerves that made your breath hitch upon the sensation you're trying so hard to hold back on.

"So behaved for me. That's my good girl."

    Jiyan's voice whispered next to your ear, thick with desire, before trailing them down to knead your breasts, eliciting a strained moan from your lips. It made your hips react, only to be taken by surprise at Jiyan's hand, harshly holding onto her hips that made her thrusts come to a halt. His warm breath mingled menacingly on her neck while he faught back his control over her.

"Easy, (Y/n). Did I tell you to move now?"

    His voice was low and commanding. You swore you could almost feel your arousal burst right now on his cock, just by the sound of it. You could only moan softly next to his ear, trying to coax him into falling with you in your desires.

"Jiyan..."

    Jiyan's grip on your waist tightens, cock twitching at the warmth of your cunt has been providing him. Your breath continues to fan against his neck while your arms try to stabilize yourself against him.

    It was a small game between the both of you. Who would crumble faster against the other's arms and none of you were backing down on the challenge.

"Beg for it, my love."

    Your head shakes, slowly coming undone on his cock as Jiyan watching, amused at your expressions and loss of words. How could you not when you got yourself buried in his erection in the first place? But Jiyan knew, of course, your beloved general even through the sheets.

"Nggh, Jiyan... need you deep in me... Your cock fucking me..."

    Just like that, all it took was your directness and filthy words for Jiyan to be fuelled by his desires, thrusting his cock until the very end of your walls. His tip brushing against the soft folds of your cervix with every powerful stroke. It made your head roll back, crying out in pleasure. His muscular arms held your hips in a tight grip, carrying you to lie down on his desk, pushing his work aside to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm.

"Jiyan.. D-deeper, harder... there!"

    Your hands found its way to claw on the fabric of his uniform, pussy gushing out warm cum that coated his cock making it easier for him to slam harder into your cunt. His hands rubbed soothing circles on the back of your thighs before pinching your puffy clit, rolling it between his fingers that were concealed by the leather of his gloves. He nudged the sensitive spot, watching you tremble and release on his cock once more.

"I should use my gloves more often. Don't you think love?"

    Jiyan pounded his cock, leaning down to press his lips in a heated battle between your tongues, fighting for dominance while riding out his release in you.

"You seem to cum faster when I use my hands. Especially when they're gloved."

    He pulled out his cock, watching the mixture of your orgasm drool down from your pussy to his desk. Jiyan used his gloved hand, pushing two digits inside of your sensitive cunt, riding out your high before punishing the bundles of your nerves by curling his fingers inside of you. The harsh brush of leather against your needy cunt made you moan loudly, legs shaking for another round of your arousal until you burst, releasing on his hand, just proving Jiyan's point.

    Jiyan hummed in approval, leaning down to lap his wet tongue against your pussy, some of it sticking on the tip of his nose while he eagerly ate you out as a form of gratitude for caving in to relax with you. His calm after the storm.

"Mm.. You should visit me often, love. Need this form of relaxation after battling countless of tacet discords."

    After cleaning you up, he pressed his lips against your own, dancing softly, unlike the passion that surged between you a moment ago. He helped you get dressed, starting with your bottoms then your top, before easily carrying you over to sit on his lap, cradling you in his strong arms, made to defend others and protect you.

"Was I too rough? You made it such an unfair fight when you decided to help me relax by stripping your clothes in front of me, then teasing me, love."

    A soft giggle left your lips at your intentions while Jiyan kissed your neck, busily nipping at the base of your skin.

"You're so stubborn. Yet my strategy was effective to make you relax if it meant stealing the attention of the general."

    Jiyan growled softly near your ear, biting down on your neck, earning a moan from your lips. He's so hot whenever he is possessive of you like this. It only made you excited just thinking of being the general's partner. How lucky you are to steal his heart.

"Don't try it if I'm talking with one of the Midnight Rangers. Only I can see you like this, understood?"

"Yes, Jiyan..."

    Curiosity bit you after realizing you've never had the chance to wear one of your boyfriend, Jiyan's clothes before. Almost all of your friends who are in a relationship had their skin graze the soft garments of their partner's clothes, may it be a shirt or a jacket they often wear. Their scent had always lingered on the fabric until it would be replaced by your friends' before they give it back.

    Jiyan would let you use one of the shirts, except the selection was something he rarely used, making it boring for your enjoyment. He always reminded you that if your parents ever saw something suspicious that would indicate you're dating each other, would lead to him getting fired on the job and you both didn't want that no matter how much you love each other.

   So, while your parents are away for a meeting, you stole one of Jiyan's often worn, black shirt from his bed while he was busy in the showers of his room. You felt triumphant, slipping the soft material on your body while giving yourself a twirl in front of the mirror. Jiyan's shirt was rather plain without any extravagant designs on the front and back portion, though it was large, dropping down to the middle of your thigh like a dress. You took the edge of the fabric to your nose, sniffing it softly, identifying traces of his strong cologne that made you melt in place.

"You think you're very sneaky, aren't you, love?"

    You jolt from where you stood, turning around to see Jiyan's tousled hair from the shower, dropping along his shoulders. He often wore his hair in a high ponytail, but seeing him right now, leaning against the door frame of his bathroom, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, was proving much more attraction to your eyes. Not to mention the water droplets from his hair, tracing down along his biceps that crossed over his toned chest before hitting the floor.

    His gaze on you was narrowed, golden eyes darkened in delight that made your arousal pool between your legs. Suddenly it became too hard to breathe in his presence, but Jiyan allowed you to drink in all of it while he walked towards you.

"I'd have you punished for stealing my belongings, but..."

    His voice trailed in a low whisper near your ear that made you shiver while his hand held onto your thigh, tracing his soft touch upwards until he reached your heat. His two fingers prodding the damp fabric of your panties before slipping them inside, rubbing slow circles along your aching clit. The sensation made your head lean to his shoulder, moaning and gasping for air against his ministrations.

"You look cute in my clothes. Maybe even more cute after I make you come in my mirror."

    Jiyan pulled a nearby seat, placing it in front of his mirror before taking off his towel, allowing his erection to be free of its constraints. He pulled you to his lap, not exactly to sit on his cock just yet. Much to your disappointment, it made Jiyan chuckle.

"Jiyan... Need you."

"I know, love. But be patient with me."

    His voice lingers next to your ear again like wisps of intoxicated perfume aimed to make you drunk on him. Jiyan's hands lingered on the waistband of your underwear, taking a good grip of the edge before tearing the fabric away with force, making you gasp while he tossed it to the floor.

"But you're not patient, are you?"

    A low growl left his lips before plunging two fingers into your wet cunt, making you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion. Now you regret teasing him.

"I never said I'll be patient. Not when my love is wearing something I own."

    Jiyan's fingers pushed in and out of your cunt with quick motions, eliciting a series of moans that fell from your mouth. Your head fell back on his shoulder while your legs were stretched open with the support of his other hand gripping your thighs. The sight made him growl in anger that you couldn't distinguish until your chin was forcefully pulled back straight to eye the mirror.

"Watch the show, love. Didn't I tell you? Or should I remind you?"

    Hot. Jiyan could be a little strict with work and your protection as your bodyguard, but now you wish he could be equally commanding like this for your future bedroom activities. Either that or it was because of his shirt that clung to you for support in this heated moment. It still made some of your release spill on his fingers that only spurred him to go faster, pounding into you with much force that made your back lean against his body.

"J-Jiyan... I'm-."

"That's it, my love. Let go. Come on my hands like a good princess."

    Jiyan rubbed his fingers against your walls, pinching your clit, making you moan and spill your release on his hands, ruining a bit of the mirror. It made him hum in approval, peppering kisses on your neck before taking a bite on your collarbone, leaving a mark that made you moan.

"Jiyan! My parents would know."

"Forget them right now, princess. I want you to know you belong to me."

    He took his length in his hands, rubbing the tip over your wet folds before delving deep into your walls, hitting your cervix with harsh thrusts. It made him smirk at the sight of you moaning while you came undone in front of his mirror. Your eyes were shut, pleasure over taking your senses before interrupting it with another bite on your nape.

"Eyes on the mirror, love, or I'm stopping here."

    A whine escaped your lips, eyes wandering to the mirror once more to watch him pound his cock in harsh thrusts while his hands roamed underneath the shirt, pulling the fabric upwards. It was just enough to reveal your chest without completely shedding the shirt away to fondle your hardened nipples. His fingers pinched the sensitive buds before rolling them between his thumb and index finger. His golden eyes lingered on your shoulder, smiling fondly at you despite your moment of intimacy before gracing your nape with a light kiss.

"See how mesmerizing you are princess? All for me... to protect, to love,... to touch."

    Your moans were loud, having no other choice but to keep watching your boyfriend praise you through his touch and words that made you grow increasingly wet.

"Where do you want me, love?"

"Inside."

    That made Jiyan's desires for you grow wild, punishing your cunt in ruthless thrusts, fueled by the thought of claiming you like this. The fear and caution of your relationship with him had been discarded for a while in this moment of pleasure, desiring nothing but each other.

"Fuck. Moan my name, love."

    His command sent you on the edge of an orgasm. Your hands loosely tried to find something to hold on to while your release tainted his cock and mirror. Jiyan groaned at the sight, thrusting his hips before slowing down to release his load inside, perfectly filling you up. His warm breath tickled your neck while he rest his head on your shoulder.

"Alright,... You can wear what I wear. Just... not when your parents are around."

    Your chest heaved, a small smirk forming on your lips.

"I'm sure you can handle it with or without them around the house. Maybe I should wear your button-up shirt next."

    Jiyan responded back with a growl instead, pushing his fingers down your sensitive cunt once more that made you moan.

"If that's a challenge. Let's do it right now then. Get changed."

### ★ SOFT.

— this is based on the dlc, beyond the bet opening video and some of the artworks where he's now staying with you. he'll cook for you. casper will cook you breakfast, some homemade lunch and dinner for the both of you. (even if some of them are burnt. he's trying to get a hang of it don't worry!) all for his sunshine.

— you'd always find new flowers in your apartment every time the last batch that casper gave you now withered away. of course it's sunflowers that reminds himself of his sunshine. it's always been a good greeting to you after a long day of work, if not that an additional greeting from your boyfriend stealing you kisses, welcoming you home.

— hand kisses like a gentleman. will do it randomly just to catch you off guard and probably when you're not teasing him so he wouldn't be too flustered and shy away from doing so. he'll do it when you least expect him to so he would make fun of you for being so embarrassed.

— will sometimes help you relax in bath by giving you a massage on your back or wash your hair after a long day of work. sometimes because it really depends on your mood if you want his company or just want to be left alone for a while and he'll respect either option you give him. he'll also help do your nightly routine for you if you're that exhausted to move before drying you then moving you to the bed to relax.

— more of the gentleman and caring casper that he is, i believe he would open doors for you and if you have watched the video for beyond the bet dlc, if you forgot your umbrella he'll go straight away just to give you one. baby doesn't want you coming home and catching a cold. not on his watch! and the coat, the coat, the coat on your shoulders! (don't mind me rambling). make sure you're always warm and cozy.

— although if you did catch an illness expect worried and some light nagging from housewife, casper ("ugh, i told you so, sunshine") for forgetting an umbrella, a jacket when you forgot to bring one yourself. he'll prepare (and possibly search) what medicine and food mortals need to get well soon with some guidance from you. don't make him worry too much! he doesn't want to lose you (just like in the other universe- i mEan!).

— stealing his coat is a must (yes we're going back to his coat). so we all know he's neat and very dedicated to his morning and night routine, i just feel like it would be very comfortable to steal his. it would smell so soft and very casper that it would be too hard to give it back to him... without a little play fight of course! once he gets it back however, i feel like there would be teasing him here and there because casper would probably lean in and sniff his jacket after you wore it, just to catch your scent.

— "you know, you can always lean in and sniff me for yourself.", "i- i know that sunshine!"

— cuddles are always a must (even if azrael would most likely be in the middle of the both of you like your very own soul baby besides your pet). gives the warmest cuddles. i just know it, that man cuddles azrael bet every time he sleeps. he'd be hard to get away from every time you wake up for work though.

### ★ NSFW.

— he is a switch. it depends on the both of you on who wants to be in charge. there are times where he would tease you and take over. i believe he would take up half of the time and when he isn't too sure on the next you'll either guide him or coax him gently that you'll handle it. a very pouty baby because he wants to make sure you feel good this time and to repay you after all he's learned.

— loves praising, pegging ( i'm not too lost on what goes on with that one valentine's day art they made of him ). i kinda think roleplay as well, maybe. i'm not sure i feel like it would be nice to integrate the time where he wore a vampire look in one of the arts i saw and provide heated kisses and marks on your collarbone and neck.

— he'll whisper words of being possessive and protective of you too while he's at it. "you are my mortal. your soul, your body, your entire being belongs to me."

— he whines. the most prettiest whines you'll hear every time you sink onto him while riding him or whenever he takes over on you. will beg every time you edge him until he is very close to his high.

— i know i have said praising, but also, body worship. i'm taking reference from the artworks i've seen again but just taking your time kissing his skin while lifting up his dark shirt and telling him how beautiful his figure looks or slowly undressing him in general while leaving praises from your lips besides what he is doing is right while you guys do it.

— so from our soft point on the bath, if you're in the mood for it and need his company he'll join and help you relax. he'll help massaging your scalp, your back but also a bit on the suggestive side where he starts rubbing slow circles on your hip and thigh while his teeth nibble on the side of your neck and collarbone like a vampire trying to quench his thirst making you draw a heated gasp.

— enjoys orgasm denial and edging, anything to keep him so riled up and for you to tease him every time he's almost there just to hear his whines until you give him what he wants. only under a deal that he begs for what he wants and a bit loudly just to watch him writhe a little more before you give in to his long awaited reward with tears brimming his eyes out of pleasure.

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author's note: i was thinking of writing more of casper but with some mix of genres like supernatural, fantasy and what not as the type of fics i usually write but that will come soon. that's all from me from everything that i remember of casper! i can't wait to play beyond the bet once it releases and i hope you guys are excited for it too!

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Spring.

It all started at night and ended at dawn. An orchestra of violinists filled the entire room, accompanied by a series of keys, tapping gently as if they, too, were dancing in a slow waltz. Golden hues fell from the chandelier just like snow, illuminating the audience they have and their two special stars that were about to cross.

“You arrived with the dress I gave you?” Hushed whispers came from the marquess after taking the hand of the countess once you reach each other’s grasps. A warm smile etched his sharp yet gentle features while you held a radiant glow, matching the energy of your sapphire and white gradient dress in contrast to the mystery behind your mask. “It’s a gift from my husband to be. Certainly, I can’t miss the opportunity of showcasing how much he takes joy at showering me in his affection, no matter how much I refuse.” This earned a laugh from him.

          “I’m lucky to have you.”

You rolled your eyes at your fiancé. “Always smitten as you are, even from the time we met, Joshua.” The pair rounded the banquet, taking a glimpse of various foods served on the table. Steamed chicken and fried fish were the main course which you requested for tonight’s feast. However, your hazel brown eyes caught the desserts on the right side of the table, knowing which you’ll devour in an instant after the party.

“Though, I don’t think you are to disagree with how much you fancy me back.” There was a hint of playfulness coming from the male’s curved lips you knew all too well of making you push him back from standing close to your side, catching the man off guard from his confident strides.

“You need to wear that mask of yours often. You look better when I can’t see your face.” You bit back a laugh before retreating to your guests gathered at each corner of the ballroom. You approached the left side, giving them a warm welcome.

          “Countess, it’s such an honor to be invited to your party with the marquess. I’d like to give many bountiful blessings on the day of your marriage tomorrow.”

You smiled before bowing. “Likewise, for you, Duchess Emilia. Yours will be in three months’ time with the duke is it not? I’m feeling quite joyful to attend yours as well. The party and your marriage.”

In the nation, all those who are royally inclined must follow the tradition of holding a masquerade ball before their day of marriage. As for the citizens, they are required to hold a feast in their homes. This is to allow good fortune to flourish overnight from the couple and the future of their children. 

Joshua, who spotted you after being bombarded with more of your guests from the nation, was about to approach you, but paused the second he heard an announcement from one of the staff he hired to help prepare the party.

          “Now that everyone is gathered, I would like to start this occasion with a dance coming from the Countess and Marquees Joshua.”

          “May I have this dance?”

Your back turned to meet Joshua who was holding out his hand for yours to take. The same mischievous smile he held a while ago disappeared to something more genuine. Maybe it was just you, but you felt as if his eyes were shining in pure love.

          The love you didn’t think you deserved.

          “Yes.”

From there, he took you to the middle of the dance floor where everyone sought the chance to watch the couple with light steps, moving gently like swaying flowers accompanied by the breeze. The moment reminded you of the first time Joshua asked you to dance while you blatantly refused to, minus the crowd that had slowly ceased in after a few minutes which almost felt like an hour.

          “Do you remember the first time I asked you to dance with me?”

          Speak of the devil.

          “No, I believe I remember you tripping on a rock and falling into the water.”

This made Joshua laugh, though further continuing his story. “I stole you away at night when your parents were asleep and brought you near the lake. That was the time I held your heart, stole your first dance next to the water and…”

          Your first kiss.

          “And completely became the thief that I should’ve chastised not too long ago.”

Joshua’s face upturned into utter shock. Mouth open wide, eyebrows raised, and his hand that once held your waist was placed in the middle of his chest, offensively. Your dance has come to a stop, which made a few people to turn their heads and stare at the both of you, but you loved every second to care.

          “I beg your pardon, darling.”

          “Hm? You mentioned stealing Mr. Hong. Therefore, that makes you a criminal.”

Your biting responses always made him burst into a boisterous manner and it never failed to make him do that same expression once more. A small kiss graced the top of your forehead, earning a hue of carnation rise from your cheeks before he took your hand once more to continue the dance the both of you left off, intertwined in the world you revolved in.

Joshua’s love was like saccharine.

The more you delved into its contents, the further you drowned in his endless amount of affection, held tight from his arms, cornering you into the warmth of his chest. His joyous praise every time you done something righteous always made your cold features crack into a sweet smile that rarely anyone witnessed. Whenever you were feeling miserable, he was there to whisper compliments, phrases that you refused to believe, yet he poured everything into your soul.

          "You are my most amiable flower. You’re doing great. Keep it up.”

Although all your memories of him were held in a fragile case. The night in the lake was truly a scene that consistently played on your head as if you saved it on a cassette tape.

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          “Grant me with your heart, darling. For you have my word and I will never break it.”

Joshua kissed your knuckles amidst the croaking of frogs nearby that he swore to mute if he ever got the chance to do it.

          “How are you so precise that nothing will happen if I gave you while I have yours?”

Whispers escaped both of your lips. You asked Joshua to keep his voice down while staying cautious of anyone who still might be outside to overhear your conversation. Though you may be the countess, you still uphold the tight regulations from your house and to your father, who would absolutely give you an earful if he ever found you outside with the Marquess Hong at such a time in the evening.

Your mother didn’t mind the marquess. His refined disposition and manners charmed her. The only one who disliked him was your father, who kept a scowl on his face every time the man visited your residence. He isn’t quite convinced that he would be someone worthy of your time after each task he asks him for you to accomplish. Therefore, he gave you more responsibilities for you to fulfill while you move around the nation. However, Joshua still whisks the poor man’s daughter away for a brief trip behind his back.

          “I trust you won’t break mine while I have yours, darling.”

You weren't someone to trust people so easily. After the events from the past, the people you befriended and worked with just for the labor that your father placed on your shoulders had taken a toll against your once soften heart. He reminded you countless of times that you weren't just some mere child raised from a barn house. You are raised to be the future Countess of House Hawthorne. But even hearing the title alone from your acquaintances and mere strangers, the weight of it all made you sigh.

You stared towards Joshua’s dark brown eyes, who was observing your form for who knows how long ever since you paused. It made you feel guilty for not answering him back so promptly. If you were talking to your father, you would’ve received a beating not too long ago.

          “I-I’m sorry Joshua… You’re probably thinking that I’m so… so insensitive for not answering you so quickly and-.”

Joshua brought you into a tight hug, no words exchanged, only hushed whispers amidst your panicked nature, which he long found out after his times spent with you.

          “It’s alright. Don’t worry, darling. You don’t need to give me an answer right away. I’m fine with waiting for you. I just want you to know what I feel.”

There he goes again, calling you darling like he always has done when you first met. The name earned him an immediate slap on the chest, using your midnight blue, folded, fan before retreating to someone else to keep yourself entertained. But somehow, overtime, you grew fond of him calling you such sweet endearments.

Joshua brought you to sit down next to the lake, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm from the chilly night breeze.

          “Are you feeling cold?”

          “I don’t really feel cold much, even if you make me wear a corset and a blouse for my top with no blazer.”

You smiled proudly while giggling at how Joshua was shaking his head in disbelief from your cold resistant behavior even at this time of the night. He wasn’t really a fan of the sheer cold unlike you were and even if he wasn’t; you knew his words for you are genuine. It held no malice, which made you feel lighter than you ever thought.

          “Your staring is getting quite longer than I expected, my lady. Though I don’t really mind when I’m in your field of vision.”

Oh, how did you fall for an imbecile like him?

Maybe it’s the way how you felt like yourself around him. You didn’t need to present yourself as Countess Hawthorne of their nation when it came to Joshua. A lady like figure that almost everyone held in high regard for and the position you never wanted to choose for yourself.

Joshua sought the best in you, watching each and every emotion unraveling from your delicate features that nearly everyone failed to see. He found the joy radiating in you that he himself wished he possessed in his own lifetime. It made him just want to treasure you forever.

          “You really are such a nincompoop. Say that again and I will drown you in that lake, Sir Hong.”

          “I’d like to see you try, darling.”

From that night, the both of you sealed your promise in a kiss, lips intertwined in a passionate dance between two people and a candle lit in its brightest light. If the wax was involved, you swore a mark would have left both your skins, making you remember and never forget the exchange of secrets under the dim blanket of stars.

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The masquerade ball soon ended at eleven o’clock, with the couple’s friends and acquaintances leaving with presents left on the table next to the feast. You were tempted to take at least three of their gifts back in the house that Joshua chose for the night. However, was stopped by him who asked you to open them until the day of your wedding.

          “Rest is an important factor for my love. Most especially where she’ll soon be Marchioness Hong standing next to me.”

          “The Marquess is right, my lady. You have been entertaining guests for the whole night now. It’s nice to retire for the night.”

A maid who came to your aid, brushed the tangled strands found in your hair that blew through in different directions, creating a small puff at the bottom. You were outside organizing the food and décor with Joshua in the morning, making sure that everything was in order before the big party in the evening. The maid bowed at the both of you, leaving to her own assigned work from the house.

You hated how the both of them are right. It made you sigh. Maybe you could reserve your excitement until tomorrow.

          “Let’s make a toast for our wedding tomorrow.”

Your eyes lit up from the two champagne glasses filled with red wine in Joshua’s hands. You stood up from sitting in front of your dresser, approaching him with light footsteps similar to feathers descending to the ground to take the glass he had outstretched for you. He swore he thought he saw an angel walking in his direction by the way he witnessed you sway on your feet, barefoot even, on the blue carpeted floor.

          “You know, I’ve never tried wine before.”

Hazelnut eyes observed the swirl of scarlet liquid from the crystalline like glass. It was as if you were watching a miniature whirlpool while you tilted the contents around in joy, making Joshua breathe out a small chuckle at your actions. You were truly endearing.

          “I don’t really indulge much in wine either. Only on special occasions but, darling? Don’t play with your food.”

You nudged his hip before shaking your head at Joshua’s remark. The man burst out laughing loudly, feeling comfortable to be himself around your presence. The both of you could play being imbeciles however you want and no one would be there to judge. This is the reason he cherished you so much.

          “To our marriage.”

Joshua raised his glass, with you doing the same. Both the couple taking a sip of the drink before slowly emptying them in their own time. You meanwhile, taking the longest, aiming to savor it until the last drop.

          “We should feast on wine every day, love…”

The little nickname slipped out of your lips, causing Joshua’s head to rise from resting on the mattress with you beside him. It wasn’t like you to grant him such appealing names, knowing how crisp your personality was that could easily compare to ice. In an instant, his cheeks flared, turning to his side to observe you closely and the smile he knew he loved.

          “I love you, Joshua.”

A chuckle left his lips. His hand moved to caress your soft midnight locks, moving a couple of strands away that hid your beauty from him whilst you tried to get closer to him, turning your body to snuggle in his frame. In return, Joshua wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead once more.

          “I love you too.”

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By the time dawn came, Joshua knew your body would feel even heavier than before. He was the first to wake up beside you, or rather, to wake up as planned after the effects of the poison he added from your glass last night. Joshua waited for an hour until he rose from the bed, carrying your body in a search of anyone to help him get you into the hospitium.

           “Anyone? Please help me. She isn’t responding to me!”

If he was honest, it surprised him he cared to bring your body to such an establishment when he was set on killing you from the start.

Once he reached into the hospital’s ward, Joshua paced back and forth frantically to deceive every one of his actions for being worried about you. He knew his boss would be proud of him, clap him on the back for doing such a good job, but why did his heart feel equally heavy at the situation before him?

The doctor called for his attention not too long after, expecting the announcement of your death, which made Joshua feel dejected after a long while.

          “Can I at least see her one last time? I just want to say my last farewell to her.”

One of the medical staff wanted to refuse his persistence on visiting you, but the doctor allowed him into the ward. Halting the others who were about to move your body to a different room, giving the both of you the space that you need as a couple one last time.

Joshua knelt next to your deathbed, taking off the white cloth that concealed your entire body. If only you were still awake, he would give you endless kisses and compliments next to your ear, even if he knew you won’t reciprocate the same action after what he had done. Tears left his eyes, unable to accept the events that had transpired before him so quickly.

A loud tap came from the window, which caused Joshua’s head to snap upwards. He found one man outside of the window. He recognized him as the men in his boss’ group, looking rather displeased at his outburst in front of your dead body.

He's not allowed to fall for his targets and that included you.

But he did, he fell hard and it was too late.

His dark brown eyes bore into your figure once more. He knew he didn't have much time now after the men from his boss knew how much you meant to him. It wouldn't last long until they hold his own death ceremony the time he comes back into his headquarters or escape the country. They knew each and every move that he might pull from the back of his hand. Joshua knew this when he was still new in the group. He held your hand in his before giving a kiss to your knuckles.

          “Good bye, love.”

To My Love,

If I would be honest, my mind is muddled.

After I met you, I thought that maybe the world isn’t completely crumbled.

Being a marquess, or rather, a false conjured my guilt,

Because even you were involved in its conflict

I apologize for everything even if I know you won’t open your heart to forgive.

And if we ever met again, I want you to tear my heart apart

Toss each piece into the depths of the ocean away,

For it was only yours to break anyway.

 — Joshua Hong