#and like stand up for what you believe but be careful what enemies you make because god knows if that person has a gun
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I had an idea to make a comic about what Shadow was doing while sonic was "dead" (it was planned to be test in writing sonadow while staying in-character), and it would focus on Tails a bit, I wrote a scene where shadow encounters Tails, it's unpolished, but here it is (this is about 3 months into Sonic's dissappearance):
T "you. what do *you* want?"
S "I'm looking for sonic-"
T "Sonic is gone!" (at this point Tails knows it's the real Shadow because he spoke, and phantoms didn't speak this early in yet)
S "Tails..."
T "you stood there and watched it happen!"
S "that-"
T "I DONT CARE! you don't understand, Shadow... I could have DONE SOMETHING! ...but I didn't, I watched as infinite killed him in seconds..."
S "Tails... *sigh* I know what you're going through-"
T "DON'T GIVE ME THAT! I could have jumped in with him to fight, like I always do... it wasn't like Maria! Sonic didn't stop me, I had all the chance to- ...I- I could've-" Tails starts to break down
Shadow sits next to him, closer than he usually gets with people
S "I know how much he meant to you... to everybody... I'm in no place to tell you how you should deal with this... I'm sure I'm just in denial, but I believe that Sonic is alive *somewhere*, he's too stubborn, I don't care how futile it is... I know that I'm probably just chasing a dead end... but I know Sonic, we both do..."
T "...that's how I know he's gone, he would have shown up by now, boasting about how 'it'll take more than that to knock me down, egghead!' ...but he didn't, Eggman won... he took over, and nobody could stop him... we lost, Shadow... it's over."
shadow gets up
S "we'll get through this, I promise to you" Shadow skates off, Tails suddenly notices how similar Shadow is to Sonic
(end)
that's all I got so far, but I also wrote the scene where shadow actually does find sonic, adding on to that scene we see in the real game, I wanted to share that too (4 months into sonics death):
Sonic was fighting Shadow (phantom) for "being on Eggman's side!" had his arms up for a block, but Shadow never hit him, he looks and sees the real Shadow beating the living daylights out of the Shadow Phantom (I wanted to go all out and make this fight longer to make the phantoms seem more threatening), the real Shadow turns to sonic, standing there in the shadows of the destroyed city
Sh "hmph, finally ...I found you, faker" he has a smile on his face
S "Faker? *I'm* the fake?"
Sh "of course, you're not even good enough to stand up to MY fakes"
S "*Ha! I'll make you eat those words" sonic seems weirdly angry
Sh "you really want to fight now?-"
Sonic lands a hook to Shadow's face
Sh "what? what are you- (blocks another strike) We have 2 clear enemies, and you're fighting me?"
Sonic continues to attack
S "you think I'm not GOOD ENOUGH to stand up to the ultimate lifeform!?"
Shadow continues to block attacks
S "I'll show you just how worthless you are"
(the comic continues, but I don't have more)
this is the point where the phantoms start speaking, also, OF COURSE infinite would have tricked people with Phantom Sonics, why DIDNT they do that? I want to add that the Phantom Sonics would've acted alot more like he actually does in the real Forces: out of character and one dimensional because the people making sonic don't understand his character (lol), and the real sonic in this would act like he does in Frontiers and IDW
anyway, sorry for going on longer than i meant to lol
Tails was robbed in Forces. Which, I know. Understatement of the century and everyoneâs talked about it. This is the same Tails who had beaten Chaos and gone toe to toe with Eggman by himself. And yeah, his cowardliness was so out of character.
But thatâs not what Iâm talking about here.
What Iâm talking about is how they couldâve gone so hard into Tails watching Sonic die in front of him. And, more importantly, they couldâve done some amazing character parallels.
Because we have a character who watched their older siblings who was mainly associated with the color blue die in front of them. Shadow.
Imagine how much better Forces would be if we found a Tails who wanted to completely, utterly, annihilate Eggman. A Tails who has turned to anger just like Shadow did. Imagine that being the reason Tails had left. He wanted to kill Eggman and the others didnât want to do so immediately.
Tails. The only person who can go toe to toe with Eggman intellectually. Imagine him deciding that maybe violence is the answer in this case. Weâve seen how he as a person is entirely capable of pretty extreme violence in Nine. Imagine that happening in Forced.
The parallels between Tails and Shadow are already there and I know people have mentioned it, but no where are they more prevalent than in Forces. They couldâve done so much with it.
Imagine a scene between Shadow and Tails where Shadow acknowledges how similar their situations are? Shadow comforting Tails? Ugh. They couldâve done so much!
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Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame â
Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her â
Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years â
Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was âjust a madman with a box,â only for him to agree, and to also call her âmad, impossible Amy Pond,â reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life â
Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood â
Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself â
Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about âthe psychiatrists we brought her to,â and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.
#I like seeing it as indicating she began hearing his voice when he was gone for all those years! why else wouldn't she say anything?#actually psychotic Amy agenda#Amy Pond#eleventh doctor#reclaimed language#oh look its another antipsychiatry themed doctor who post#sumn abt in Fairies At The Bottom Of The Garden audio AND Imaginary Enemies comic we see Amelia bein called slurs against psychotic people#(shes called psycho in both)#like!!! and SO MUCH OF AMYS STORY is about her claiming her agency in ways that previous companions weren't allowed to-#companions whose status as a Wife was a signifier of an to end of their value individually- 'this is no place for a married woman' etc#in some cases Wife-ness forced upon them *as* a denial of agency 'I spent all that time trying to find you I'm not going back now!' etc#whereas Amys story deconstructs that; Amys âChoiceâ is an illusion- Amy being a Wife doesn't demote her agency as an companion#anyways I love that aspect of reclaimed agency for Amy but ALSO#âmadnessâ as an expression of agency against systems of oppression is SO relevant. the mind defends itself and the alternative isnt better#the oppressive system in this case being ableist structures and the psychiatric system ITSELF which is a whole other layer#the moral being that even if the Doctor WAS a delusion? he'd still be a needed coping mechanism for a child who says âppl always leaveâ#and instead of examining her feelings of abandonment they insist 'aLiENs DoNt ExIsT' as seen in the 'sTaRs DoNt ExIsT' psychiatrist in TBB#they don't care that she's in PAIN- why would they?- they just care that she's 'abnormal' and therefore not deserving of humanity#(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag#I mean technically this is about Amy but I once (twice) used that tag on the post about the Master. its the spirit of it!#and Amy Pond + her Raggedy Doctor as âmadâ people is very *chefs kiss*#((you know what im putting the tag on my last Amy post :D ))#Mels experienced this very differently and I'll make a post about her at some point- I just wanna make sure my points are got across better#sumn abt Amelia's âcrazyâ was Mels' âdelinquency.â Amy treated as if she doesn't know her own life while Mels treated as threatening#sumn abt adultification of Black girls while Amy is infantilized#Amy Pond who could rewrite reality in a reborn universe because she grew up with a Crack in her wall that no one believed was special â#ableism#saneism#unreality#because I mean Amy's stand against psychiatric dehumanization was to REWRITE THE UNIVERSE with her Crack powers
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Kids normally take showers now, but small fry has strep and flu both so when he asked for a bath I was like whatever you want kid. But nothing like a bath to really show you how long and skinny your kid is and you definitely have two KIDS and now babies, toddlers, preschoolers... Those stages are gone never to come back.
#and it's one thing to worry about fucking them up as babies (did i hold you too much should i have let you be more independent)#and toddlers (they both fell down at least half a flight of stairs made them both cry with an outburst once)#and preschoolers (i swear to zweet JESUS IF YOU DO NOT STOP WHINING never actually came out of my mouth but it came close)#but kids... i for sure am too tough on t dude and probably not hard enough on small fry and i worry I haven't taught them enough about#being kind and loving to everyone while also standing up for others and needing to get consent from people#and like stand up for what you believe but be careful what enemies you make because god knows if that person has a gun#like thinking about all of it its impossible to do all of it#and watching them make mistakes is hard seeing them disappointed is hard#should i have intervened did i just cause a fork in the road that will make life infinitely harder?#wow this escalated quickly#i had a great childhood my parents are amazing but not without issue but i don't fault them at all#the current problems I'm facing in my brain are all mine and nothing they did#but what if... i fuck up my kids#I would not trade these two for anything they mean absolutely everything to me#and I know why i wanted more#but it is not for the feint of heart and i will never fault anyone for not wanting to have kids#just like I would hope people don't fault me for choosing to have kids#anyway#sorry about this#personal nonsense
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Villain! Seungcheol
â Synopsis: After facing constant rejection from your own boyfriend, you discover heâs a superhero flying around the city. Seungcheol, the so-called 'villain,' stepped in when you were left as bait, exposed to your boyfriend's enemies. It turns out, he's the one who truly took care of you. â WC: 13k â WARNINGS: fantasy, angst, smut, crack, cigarettes, stalking (for good), physical fights, injury, murder, death (not the reader, not seungcheol), paranormal elements (superpowers, misshapenness, telepathy, and floating), moral ambiguity (unclear distinctions between "heroes" and "villains"), sex toys, oral (f. & m.), getting caught masturbating, cock riding, edging, creampie, DIRTY TALK.
Youâve dated a guy from the basketball team in high school, a guy from the cafeteria you used to frequent, and had your flings with⊠normal people. Gym rats or those who sang at the local bar.
But never... a hero?Â
He was kind, and romantic, and treated you wellâin the beginning of your relationship. But then he became distant, always desperate to go home at night, barely sleeping at your apartment. You thought about a whirlwind of things, like a normal person would think of; that he was cheating on you, that he had stopped loving you.
Tonight, youâre making dinnerâa last-ditch effort to please him, to make him notice you again. The TV in the living room is tuned to the news, the background noise almost comforting. You chop vegetables with precise, almost robotic movements, your mind drifting.
âHeâs probably just busy,â you mutter to yourself, trying to believe it. But itâs hard to ignore the nagging feeling in your chest.
Just then, a headline on the TV catches your attention. You glance up, expecting to see something mundane. Maybe an officer, a firefighter, or even a regular person with good sociology. Instead, you see your boyfriend, wearing a red hero cape, flying around the city. The spatula in your hand falls directly onto the ground, clattering loudly.
[Hero is seen flying between skyscrapers to make the city of Seoul increasingly safer.]
âWhat the...?â Your heart races as you stare at the screen, unable to believe your eyes.Â
Your boyfriend, the man youâve been worrying over, is a fucking superhero? Just like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy?Â
The front door opens and he walks in, looking tired but carrying the same gentle smile that used to make your heart flutter. Tonight, though, it only fuels your confusion and frustration.
âHey, babe,â he says, stepping into the kitchen. He pauses when he sees your expression, the dropped spatula. âWhatâs wrong?â
You point at the TV, unable to form words. He follows your gaze, and his face falls as he sees the news footage.
âAh, you found out,â he says softly, rubbing the back of his neck. âI was going to tell you, I swear.â
[...]
This is how it started. It's as if, when you didn't know, he still made a point of being present here and there. But now that you know, he doesn't even care about it anymore. âI have to save the country, love,â youâve heard this a bunch of times.Â
So when you turn on the TV, you have to see him flexing those stupid big musclesâthat he gained out of nowhereâmaking you doubt if heâs using padding or prosthetics under that cheesy costume.
He shouldnât be seen around your house, so the 'villains' donât know where you live.
You don't recognize him anymore. Was it egotistical to wish that he never had superpowers? That he was just a regular human, just like you?
"Hey," his voice breaks you out of your thoughts. He's standing in the doorway, looking worn out but with a familiar, almost hesitant smile. "I brought takeout. Thought we could have a quiet night in."
You glance at the food in his hands, your heart aching. "A quiet night in? Like the ones we used to have?"
He sighs, setting the bags down on the table. "Yeah, like those. I know things have been... different. But I'm trying, Y/N. I really am."
"Trying?" you repeat, incredulous. "You disappear for days, and when youâre here, itâs like youâre not really here. You're always thinking about the next mission, the next villain."
"I know," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "The powers, the responsibility... it just happened."
"Did it?" you snap, unable to hold back your frustration. "Because it feels like you chose this. Like you chose being a hero over being with me."
His eyes widen, pain flickering across his face. "That's not true. I didn't choose this over you. I chose this because... because I want to make the world a better place. For us."
You shake your head, "But what about making our world better? What about being here, with me? Being present?"
As you sit down to eat, the TV plays in the background, another heroic feat being broadcasted. You hesitate, looking at the man you once knew so well, now feeling like a stranger.
With great insistence, you managed to make him sleep in your bed. When you left the bath to join him in your sheets, he was already sleepingâhibernating, snoring like never before. You sigh, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You stayed like this until you saw the perfect clouds through the window, fluffy, looking like cotton candy, with the blue sky painting a canvas behind them. It was a beautiful morning.
You donât remember leaving the window open, so you get up to close it, stopping the wind from hitting your face. The sun was radiating, and you could see people enjoying their morning. But still... why do you feel this smell of storm coming?
The water started to flow, not from the sky, but from your eyesâyour tears. The next storm is the one inside you, making small whirlwinds and huge hurricanes, carrying you and destroying you. Obviously, your boyfriend wasn't home. His smell wasnât there, his presence was like bills payable, only at the end of the month.
You made your bed, some of your tears ruining the perfect white duvet. You walked around your kitchen, picking up the single coffee mug on your countertop and washing it.
Your coworkers noticed your faceâlike you had slept nothing last nightâand even asked what was happening. How could you explain this? How could you explain that you were dating a guy for some years, and he turned into a superheroâflying around the city with underwear over the costume?
Of course, they would laugh, not only because it's the biggest turnoff they will ever have seen, but also because they would think it's a joke, a badly told joke. It makes you feel even more stupid for being complicit, an extra in his comic book.
You arrive home. You look at the window, open again. You roll your eyes, closing it to prevent the wind from coming in. âAre you flying through my windows now?â you mumble, half expecting an answer.
You wonder if you should watch the news again, and see your boyfriend flex his muscles in front of the pretty journalist, putting out a fire in an establishment, looking at the camera to see if they've captured his heroic act, or when he carried a mail car with one arm in front of a group of girls who were walking on the sidewalk.Â
You cringe, remembering all of them.
Dropping your bag on the couch, you plop down and grab the remote. You flick through the channels, each news report showing another heroic deed of his. "Great," you mutter sarcastically, landing on a channel where heâs giving an interview, his muscles practically bursting out of his suit.
Heâs talking about his latest rescue, grinning at the journalist whoâs batting her eyelashes at him. "And whatâs next for our hero?" she asks, her voice sugary sweet.
"Iâm just here to help," he replies, flashing a charming smile. "Wherever Iâm needed."
You snort, turning off the TV. "Right, wherever you're needed. Except here," you say to the empty room.
You wander into the kitchen, the silence pressing in on you. You fill the kettle and set it to boil, needing something warm to soothe your frayed nerves. As you wait, you think about the early days, when he was just a guy you loved. Back when his biggest concern was making you laugh, not saving the world.
The kettle whistles, and you pour yourself a cup of tea, the steam rising in lazy spirals. You take a sip, leaning against the counter. "Why canât you just be normal?" You whisper to yourself.
A sudden whoosh of air makes you jump, causing your hand to bump into the kettle. The same speed you touched it, you yank your hand back, a little burn forming. Itâs nothing too serious, but enough to make you curse under your breath.
Your boyfriend widens his eyes and rushes over. âLet me help you,â he says, reaching for your hand.
âFuck off,â you snap, pulling away. âI donât need your help.â
He frowns, clearly hurt. How can someone not want his help? âIâm just trying to help.â his voice laced with exasperation.
Irritated by everything and the little burn on your hand, you cut him off. âWhat are you going to do, huh? Use lasers from your eyes?â You turn to the sink, running cold water over your hand.
âYouâre always complaining,â he starts, his voice rising. âBut youâre so difficult to deal with lately.â
You whip around, glaring at him. âDifficult? Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?â
He crosses his arms, his expression turning snobbish. âAnd itâs a walk in the park for me? Iâm out there saving lives.â
âYeah, and flexing your muscles for the cameras,â you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
He narrows his eyes. âYouâre never supportive. All you do is whine about how hard your life is.â
You feel your blood boil. âSupportive? How can I be supportive when youâre never here? When you act like being a hero is the only thing that matters?â
He throws his hands up in frustration. âBecause it does matter! Iâm making a difference.â
âAnd what about us?â you yell, the words spilling out before you can stop them. âWhat about making a difference here, with me?â
He looks at you, anger and confusion on his face. âIâm trying to balance it, but youâre making it impossible.â
Tears prick at your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. âYou know what? I wish you never turned into a hero. I wish you never had these stupid superpowers. I preferred it when you were just human, like me.â
He scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. âThatâs the thing. I donât want to be weak like you humans anymore. Youâre just jealous when you should be cheering for me.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Jealous? Is that really what he thinks? âJealous?â you echo. âIâm not jealous. I just miss the person you used to be.â
He shakes his head, looking away. âIâm still that person. Youâre just too blind to see it.â
"Blind? Are you fucking serious?" you scoff, turning your back to him. "Leave," you grunt.
He furrows his eyebrows, shocked. Never in your relationship did he think he would see you like thisâhis cute girlfriend who begged for him to stay just one more minute, asking him to leave?
"I'm not going to repeat it," you say coldly. "You're making me feel sick."
"Fuck you then!" he curses under his breath before he storms out, leaving you stiff in the middle of your kitchen.
"Oof, I wouldn't let him get away with it if I were you."
You turn toward the voice, coming from the windowâthat one that you had to close again even though you already did in the morning.Â
A man is sitting there with the help of the fire escape stairs outside the building. Heâs dressed all in black, and you canât even distinguish how many layers of clothing heâs wearing. His hair is black, and he has one eyebrow raised as he smokes a cigarette.
People react differently when scared. Some scream, some run. But you⊠you feel like your feet are glued to the ground, and from your throat, not a sound escapes. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish as your eyes widen in shock.Â
He doesnât seem to care. He drops his cigarette, watching it accidentally fall on someoneâs head below.
He hisses, "Ooh, sorry about that." Then he jumps from the window, landing gracefully in your living room as he brushes off his shoulders.
âYou know, you should be more careful when locking your windows. Youâre the superheroâs girlfriend, I meanâex-girlfriend now, I suppose. It seems like he didnât teach you some basic security stuff.â He looks around your apartment, studying it. âI even drank a coffee in your Hello Kitty mug yesterdayââ
âWho the fuck are you?â you cut him off, your voice finally finding its strength.
He raises his hand mockingly, rolling his eyes. âRelax, Iâm not here to hurt you.â He smirks, glancing at the mug on the counter. âNice collection, by the way. Just here to talkâ
"Talk?" you echo, incredulous. "You break into my apartment, drink my coffee, and now you want to talk?"
He smirks, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, something like that. Seems like your boyfriend left you in quite a state.''â
You cross your arms defensively. âI donât need your pity.â
âPity?â he chuckles. âNo, I just find it interesting. Youâre dating the cityâs golden boy, and yet here you are, all alone. Doesnât quite add up, does it?â
You narrow your eyes at him. âWhy do you care?â
âLetâs just say I have a vested interest in your boyfriendâs activities. And you,â he says, pointing at you, âare a fascinating part of that equation.â
You scoff, still on edge. âFascinating? Whatâs so fascinating about being left behind?â
He smiles, a glint of devilishness in his eyes. âNothing you need to worry about. Just keep doing what youâre doing. Maybe even... enjoy the freedom a little.â He winks, heading back toward the window.
As he climbs out, he turns back one last time. âOh, and lock your windows. You never know who might drop by.â With that, he disappears into the night, leaving you standing there, more confused and unsettled than ever.
You move to the window and lock it firmly, your heart pounding.
Your boyfriend had warned you that this might happen, and it happened at the worst timeâwhen he wasnât there.Â
Honestly, you couldnât sleep that night either, now worried that a fucking stranger could break into your apartment, and instead of just drinking a coffee, he might bake a whole cake in your kitchen or, worse, do something to you.
So, you do what a ludic person would do. You start packing an emergency bag and ask to sleep at your friendâs house, using the excuse that youâve broken up with your boyfriendâwhen in fact, you were more scared than anything.
[...]Â
More terrifying was when you needed to return home.Â
You open your front door, putting the bag on the floor. Before you can turn around to close the door, a hand clasps over your mouth, and the door behind you closes. You feel a warm body pressing against yours as you close your eyes tightly.Â
Itâs your end, you think.
You donât even dare to open your eyes. When the hand is removed from your mouth, all you can mutter is, âDonât hurt me, please.â
You hear a scoff, and then you open one eye. The person takes his hood off, revealing the same guy from the window.Â
âAre you stupid? Why would I want to hurt you? Iâm not a coward.â He detaches from you, looking at your still-squeezed form. âWhere were you? And you did a great job locking the other windows, but your laundry window was not locked.â
You can only stare at him, your heart racing. He rolls his eyes. âCan you stop being a pissy little girl? Youâre a grown woman. Iâve told you Iâm not going to hurt you, and if it comforts you, I wonât steal your mug collection either. Maybe some coffee powderâbut, well, can you stop?â
You think youâre going crazy. Was all of this supposed to be normal?Â
He rolls his eyes again and disappears into your kitchen. You take small, shyâand scaredâsteps toward the kitchen to find him using your coffee machine, watching the coffee brew. His arms are propped on the counter, and he turns his head to look at you.Â
He sighs, seeing your still-compressed form, like youâre still scared of his presence.
âSeriously,â he says, straightening up. âIâm not here to hurt you. You need to relax.â He takes a mug from your collection and pours himself a coffee, casually leaning against the counter as if he belongs there.
âWhat do you want from me?â you finally manage to ask, your voice trembling.
He takes a sip of coffee, savoring it before answering. âJust checking in. Making sure youâre okay. Your boyfriend isnât exactly around to protect you, is he?â
You glare at him. âI donât need his protection. Or yours.â
He smirks, clearly amused. âSure, keep telling yourself that.â He sets the mug down and steps closer, his eyes locking onto yours. âBut hereâs the thingâyouâre involved now, whether you like it or not.â
You swallow hard, trying to hold your ground. âI donât want any part of this.â
âToo late,â he replies, his tone serious. âYouâre already part of it. So, you might as well get used to it.â
You begin to shiver as his words sink in. This is your life now, tangled up with heroes and villains. And thereâs no going back.
He sighs, seeing the fear in your eyes. âLook, I know this isnât what you signed up for. But youâre tougher than you think. Your boyfriendâex-boyfriend, whateverâheâs not around, and that puts you in a vulnerable position.â
âYou mean, youâre here to spy on me. To see if you can use me against him.â
He shrugs. âI'm here ensure youâre not caught in the crossfire. Believe it or not, I have some principles.â
You laugh bitterly. âPrinciples? Breaking into someoneâs home and terrorizing them is principled now?â
He sets the cup down and steps closer. âI didnât mean to scare you. But you need to be more careful. This world youâre tangled inâitâs dangerous.â
You stare at him, unsure whether to believe him. âAnd youâre what, my guardian angel now?â
He smirks. âHardly. Think of me as a⊠concerned party. I donât want unnecessary casualties.â âStay out of trouble. Keep your head down.â
With that, he finishes his coffee and heads toward the window. âRemember, I'm not your enemy, but I'm definitely his. Don't make me your enemy too.â
"Wait!" you call out. He stops and turns around slowly, his expression curious. "W-who are you?" you stammer.
He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Do you really want to know?" he asks, his tone dripping with mocking curiosity.
You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. "Youâre practically living here. I should at least know your name."
He chuckles, a low, amused sound. "More like a roommate situation, huh? Alright, if you really want to know, you can call me Seungcheol. And if youâre genuinely interested in what I do, maybe Iâll take you to my HQ someday, show you my plans."
You grimace at his tone, which only makes him laugh harder.Â
Before heading down the emergency stairs, he looks back at you. "Stay close, alright? I need to keep tabs on you. Youâre a bit exposed out here." He winks and disappears, leaving you standing there, more confused than before.
Seungcheolâthe window guy, as youâd come to call himâdisappeared physically for some days, but his presence lingered in odd, unsettling ways. You started finding pieces of ripped paper around your house, each with a different message.
âKeep your windows locked.â
âLog out of your social media from your home computer.â
âCheck your door lock twice before bed.â
âDonât leave your spare key under the mat.â
And one particularly embarrassing note: âI know you miss your hero-boyfriend, but can you also hide your sex toys? Iâm traumatized.â
The embarrassment lasts only a few minutes each time, but then you think, nobody asked him to keep coming into your house. Still, there was a strange sense of security in knowing he was keeping an eye on things, even if his methods were invasive and borderline creepy.
Days turn into a week, and the silence feels heavy.Â
You find yourself almost missing the bizarre meetings. One night, as youâre cleaning up after dinner, you catch a glimpse of movement outside the window. You draw the curtains aside to find Seungcheol lounging casually on the fire escape, looking like he belonged there.
âMiss me?â he quips, flashing you a smirk.
You roll your eyes, opening the window slightly. âYou really need to get a hobby, Seungcheol.â
âThis is my hobby,â he says, slipping inside without an invitation. âKeeping tabs on you is surprisingly entertaining.â
âYou know, you could at least pretend not to notice my vibrator,â you snap, half-joking, half-mortified.
Seungcheol grins, âHey, itâs hard to miss when itâs just lying around. You could be more discreet.â
You huff in annoyance, continuing to clean up. He opens your fridge, rummaging around like he owns the place. âAny news?â you ask, trying to sound casual.
He casually bites into an apple. âYep. One of his enemies is planning to invade your place tomorrow at 7:48 p.m. The exact time you get home from work.â
You spin around, eyes wide. âWhat?! What do I do?â
âI suggest you stay close to me,â he shrugs. âI can keep you safe, make sure no one uses you as a pawn.â
âYou want me to trust you?â you ask, incredulous.
He raises an eyebrow. âDo you want to be safe, or do you want to have some alien freak shoving its tentacles down your throat?â
You give him an exasperated look. âI knew youâd have this reaction,â he says, shrugging. He places a flash drive on your kitchen counter. âWatch it yourself.â
You close your eyes, massaging your temples. You donât know if youâre ready to see whatâs on that flash drive, much less trust a stranger who claims to be your ex-boyfriendâs enemy.Â
âI need you to leave. Even if heâs my ex, I still canât do something like this.â
Seungcheol nods, looking up like he expected this. âYour boyfriend wonât be here to rescue you if thatâs what youâre counting on.â
âHow can you be so sure of that? I donât even know you!â
âBecause if your stupid boyfriend didnât buy those superpowers, heâd be nothing. Without that silly red cape and the TV cameras, heâs just an insecure guy who wants to be seen. Andâ come on, he didnât care about the girlfriend he had waiting at home. You think he cares about saving random people? Donât be dumb.â
His words sting, and you feel like youâve been slapped in the face. He nods negatively as he walks out again, leaving you standing there, the weight of his words sinking in. You donât want to believe him, but deep down, you know thereâs some truth to what heâs saying.
With a sigh, you look at the flash drive on the counter.Â
The next day was a mess from the moment you woke up. You couldn't find your white shirt, and your baby liss was nowhere to be found. Running late, you had to leave without fixing your hair.Â
Work was a blur of you staring blankly at your computer screen, your mind preoccupied with the fear that some tentacle monster might actually show up at 7:48 p.m.
Were you being stupid for believing a guy you met barely a week ago? Absolutely. But who wouldn't be a little suspicious?
As you stepped off the bus and walked along the sidewalk toward your building, your watch read 7:58 p.m. You glanced up at your window. The lights were off, and everything looked normal. No way a villain would get you, right?
"I knew he was lying," you mutter quietly to yourself, almost convincing.
But your conviction didnât last long. A massive purple tentacle exploded through your living room window, sending concrete and bricks crashing to the street. Your eyes widened in disbelief. Was that a person in the middle of those giant tentacles? Were you homeless now?
"Are you gonna hop on or let these ugly tentacles suffocate you?" Seungcheolâs voice cuts through the chaos.
You didnât need to look to know it was him. You turned to see him in his black outfit, waiting on his motorcycle. Your instinct was to kneel on the ground and cry about your now-destroyed apartment, but you didn't have time for that.
You sulked a bit before grabbing the helmet from his hand and hopping onto the bike, your hands wrapping uncertainly around his waist.
As Seungcheol sped off towards his HQâor hideout, whatever it wasâyour tears started to flow. "My apartment... it's ruined. All my stuff, my mug collection, my unicorn pajamas I didnât even get to wear yet," you whined into his back.
Seungcheol fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Seriously? We're running from a monster, and you're worried about unicorn pajamas?"
âYes!â you sniffled. âThey were so cute. And now I donât even have a place to sleep. My place is ruined, and all my goods are probably destroyed.â
âFocus on staying alive first,â he said, trying to sound more patient than he felt. âWeâll deal with the rest later.â
âBut my mugs⊠My unicorn pajamasâŠâ you continued, your voice muffled against his back.
âAlright, alright,â he said, trying to placate you.Â
Seungcheol had to concentrate to keep from crashing as he listened to you cry and whine about your lost belongings. He knew you were overwhelmed, and though it was annoying, he understood. Reaching his hideout, he finally stopped the bike and helped you off, letting you lean on him for support.
Your first instinct is to look around. Itâs a large industrial loft, the walls made of bricks, and the long windows hidden behind some opaque plastic.Â
The place seems to have only the essentials: a large bed with a vintage headboard, a couch, a TV. Turning around, you notice the kitchen has a coffee machine just like yours.Â
Then your eyes widen as you spot familiar items: the white shirt you were looking for this morning, poking out of a huge black bag, a big box labeled 'mugsâ in bad calligraphy, your hair iron with the princess tape patch on the cord, emerging from another black bag.Â
Several bags are sprawled on the floor, all looking ready to burst.
"M-my things!" you squeak as Seungcheol looks unbothered, though you can see the faintest hint of a smile at your happiness. You run to him, giving him a clumsy hug that he doesnât reciprocate, before opening the bags.
"It was very difficult to bring all of your stuff," he says, trying to hide his amusement. "Can I know why you have three... inflatable flamingos all the same color?" he asks, clearly judging the quirky items he found while gathering your things from your dresser.
You donât respond, too busy rifling through the bags like a kid on Christmas morning.Â
You open another bag with a big smile on your face, which quickly fades when you see whatâs on top: your vibrator, handcuffs, and lube.Â
You widen your eyes and try to close the bag with an awkward smile, but itâs too late. Seungcheol turns his head to the side, taking a deep breath as if trying to pretend he wasnât the one who had to gather your spicy stuff.
You clear your throat, standing up and brushing off your knees. âWhen did you get all of this? I meanâhow did you do it so quickly?â
"Some friends helped me," he answers, watching your reaction.Â
You widened your eyes, and he knew why.Â
âChill out, I packed your Christian Grey stuff myself,â he said, looking up as if remembering something. âAnd what's with that neon green, dildo? Seriously?â
You stuttered, your face flushed. âI-I didnât use that, it was a gag gift!â
âTrust me, I donât want to know,â he said, cutting you off with a furrowed brow.
âThatâs⊠oddly considerate of you,â you admitted, still processing everything.
He shrugged again, âDonât get used to it. Iâm not a nice guy.â
âThanks, Seungcheol.â
âWhatever,â he muttered, turning away. âJust donât make a big deal out of it.â
You sighed, âThanks, I guess. Itâs just⊠embarrassing.â
âDonât sweat it. Iâve seen worse,â he shrugged.
âWorse than a neon green dildo?â
He chuckled, âYouâd be surprised.â
You point at the large industrial loft around you. âSo, this is your place?â
"Not as fancy as yours, but, yes, it is," Seungcheol responds, shrugging nonchalantly.
You shake your head, still taking in the surroundings. "I wouldnât call my place fancy. Just... more pink."
He chuckles, nodding. "Yeah, I noticed. You have a thing for unicorns and pastels."
You look around, taking in the mix of sparse furniture and personal touches. "Why do you have my stuff, anyway?"
He leans against the counter, arms crossed. "Had to make sure you had everything. Can't have you running back to your place and getting into trouble."
You shake your head, still in disbelief. "You really donât look like a villain."
He scoffs, giving you a sideways glance. "That's because I don't have a red cape? You donât look this naughty either. I discovered it in the worst way."
You try to slap his shoulder playfully, but he catches your hand with his quick reflexes, smirking as he lets go and starts walking toward the loft above. You follow him, curiosity getting the better of you.
âDifferent from your boyfriend, I donât need muscle superpowers to be relevant,â he says, glancing back at you as he ascends the stairs.
You glance around as you reach the upper level, which is filled with computers, chemistry equipment, and some jackets thrown randomly around. "So, what exactly do you do here?"
"Let's just say I have my ways of keeping an eye on things," he replies, tapping on one of the computer screens. "Information is power, you know."
You nod slowly. "And what's your plan with all this power?"
He raises an eyebrow, amused by your question. "That depends. What do you think I should do with it?"
You let out a nervous laugh. "I'm not exactly an expert on villainous plots."
Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head. "Relax, I'm not planning world domination. Just...taking care of some business."
You tilt your head, still trying to piece everything together. "And what kind of business would that be?"
He sighs, looking frustrated at youâbut trying to be patient. "Let's just say there are a lot of things that need fixing, and sometimes you have to break a few rules to get it done."
You frown, thinking about his words. "And my ex-boyfriend...does he know about any of this?"
Seungcheol shrugs. "He knows I exist, but he doesn't know the details. Probably too busy flexing for the cameras."
You canât help but smile. "Yeah, heâs definitely good at that."
Seungcheol looks at you seriously. "Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but trust me, itâs better you know the truth. You canât go back to being ignorant."
"So, what do we do? I can't just hide forever."
Seungcheol sits on the edge of a desk, looking thoughtful. "Youâre here because youâre vulnerableâ"
"Vulnerable?" you interrupt, crossing your arms. "You make it sound like Iâm helpless."
Seungcheol stops for a moment, looking at you blankly.Â
"Think fast!" he says suddenly, throwing a sock ball in your direction. You instinctively step back, catching the ball, but your back overtakes the loft railing.Â
Seungcheol gets up from his chair, moving swiftly to grip you tightly before you fall to the floor below. You go static as you look at him, his hands firm on your waist, grounding you.
"You're good at catching," he says, glancing at the sock in your hand. "But you need to have a better sense of space."
Your heart pounds, both from the near fall and his closeness. "What was that for?"
He releases you, but his eyes stay locked on yours. "Training. If youâre going to stay here, you need to be alert."
You nod. "Okay, but maybe warn me next time?"
He chuckles, stepping back to give you some space. "Where's the fun in that?"
You roll your eyes, tossing the sock ball back at him. He catches it effortlessly. "So, whatâs the plan? How do I learn to protect myself?"
Seungcheol tilts his head, considering. "I don't know... Maybe some basic self-defense? For example, if i do thisâ" He moves quickly, throwing a punch towards youânot to hit, but to test your reaction.
You manage to dodge, but not gracefully. He smiles. "Not bad for a beginner. We'll keep working on that."
[...]
You still miss your apartment, and a lot of your things are still in bags, which you pick through only when you need something. You always wondered what really happened in movies when heroes destroyed the whole city during battles. Now, youâre experiencing it firsthand. Your apartment is being repaired by the buildingâs construction company, with help from insurance. So, more days living with Seungcheol.
Itâs not bad. Itâs strange, for someone used to being alone at home. He leaves at night, just like your ex-boyfriend, but spends more of his days in the loftâmore than your ex-boyfriend ever did.Â
Heâs actually teaching you something useful. The two of you spar in the loft, not even needing to move furniture since there isnât much. And heâs hard on you.
You support your hands on your knees, panting, while he looks untouched. "Câmon! Are you tired already?"
You straighten up, mocking his tone. "Unfortunately, my ex who fights around didnât give me a preview of how to box."
He puts his hands on his hips. "Your boyfriend doesnât know how to fight. He only has his powers to his advantage."
âYou didn't watch what was on the flash drive, did you?â he asks.
You shake your head.
He sighs and asks you to come up. He sits you in his chair, in front of his computer, and opens a folder. Thereâs a video of your boyfriend inside a laboratory. It looks very old.
"I need more than just strength and flight," your boyfriend says in the video, addressing what looks like a scientist. "Weâve been studying this for years. My time has come."
âAre you sure? Thereâs no turning back,â the scientist asks.
âIâm sure. I canât keep living this mediocre life,â your boyfriend replies.
âBut what about the people around you? Theyâre at risk,â the scientist says.
Your ex-boyfriend's response breaks your heart, though you canât deny it fits his recent arrogance. "I donât care. I need this."
The scientist sighs and then injects several different colored serums into your exâs body. He groans, and as he begins to levitate, the video blurs and turns off.
You stare at the blank screen, processing the information. Seungcheol leans back, giving you space.
"See what I mean?" he says. "He wasnât thinking about you, or anyone else. Just himself."
âSo, he chose this. He actually wanted this.â
Seungcheol nods. âYeah, he did. It wasnât some accident or noble cause. He was just desperate to be more than he was.â
You sit back, processing the information. âHe used to be so different. I donât even recognize him anymore.â
âThatâs what power does to some people,â Seungcheol says, leaning against the desk. âIt changes them.â
Seungcheolâs screens start to beep urgently, pulling his attention away from you. He walks calmly to the other side of the room to grab his jacket. The steady rhythm of his movements contrasts with the beeping noises filling the space.Â
Heâs about to leave again when he pauses, his back facing you.
You watch him, restless, pacing back and forth as your mind churns over the recent revelations. His peripheral vision catches your agitation. He glances sideways, noticing the anxiousness in your steps.
He moves towards the door, then hesitates and turns back. âIf you need anything, justââ
âYeah, I know. Just call you, right?â You finish his sentence, giving him a small, knowing smile.
He smirks, nodding. âExactly. Stay put. Iâll be back soon.â
With that, he leaves the loft, the door closing behind him.Â
You knew Seungcheol would arrive home late, and you needed to calm down. Unfortunately, the last bottle of wine was finished yesterday when you couldn't find anything else to drink with your popcorn.Â
Sweets maybe? Well, a villainâs house would have sweets? No, just as you thought. The only thing left was a pack of cigarettes on the kitchen counter.
You find yourself on the rooftop of Seungcheol's loft, the cigarette smoke filling your lungs and burning your throat. You didnât like the smell of cigarettes and coughed every time the smoke filled your lungs.Â
But thatâs what you had to dissolve a bit of your anxiety, your last moments with your ex replaying in your mind. So he never cared at all?
Suddenly, your cigarette is slapped out of your hand. You turn around to see your ex, his costume perfect, but his eyes deep and face scarred.
âThis is what Seungcheol has taught you then? Arenât you ashamed?â He sneers.
You open your mouth to answer, but he comes closer, making you flinch.
He scoffs. âWhat? Youâre scared of me? Let me tell you something... He is the villain. And youâve joined his side, my enemy, after all we had.â He spits the words out with venom.
Rage boils within you, making you feel not like yourself. âSeungcheol took care of me. If I were alone, I would be dead. You donât know what kind of superpower this is.â
He grabs your arm, making you feel dizzy, your vision cloudy. The pain is intense and senseless.
âWhat? You thought a villain would help you? Youâre fragile. You need attention so bad that I couldnât even handle you.â You fall to the ground, the pain spreading through your body as you groan.
âYou know what? If you think heâs going to be your enchanted prince, youâre wrong. So damn wrong. The chances of him wanting to kill you are greater than that stupid dream of yoursââ
You hear an impact, and the dizziness and pain slowly dissipate. You breathe properly again. When you come back to your senses, you look up to see Seungcheol, fighting with your ex. Seungcheol is taking a beating, only advancing when your ex's power falters, like a lag.
You could leave sneakily, but was it right? Seungcheol literally protected you from your own ex, showed you his true colors, and taught you the best of himself. Even though he is cold and "cruel" as they say.
As you're thinking, a glass sound pulls you from your mind. It's an injection.Â
You see your ex crawling desperately to get it. Seungcheol gives you an exasperated look, signaling for you to pick it up.Â
You grab it, walking back as your ex roars for you to leave it. You clutch it in your fist and, in a moment of desperation, inject it into your leg.
Your ex widens his eyes. But the substance is too powerful for you. You fall again, the pain overwhelming you.
He laughs, but Seungcheol is on him, beating him relentlessly. The fight intensifies, Seungcheolâs blows becoming more furious. You can barely focus on their struggle, the pain in your leg is consuming your thoughts.
The injection burns through your veins, making you feel like youâre on fire. You clench your teeth, trying to endure it. Your ex's laughter turns into cries of pain as Seungcheol lands a particularly harsh blow.
Seungcheolâs eyes briefly meet yours, and you see the determination in them. Heâs fighting for you, protecting you with everything he has.
Seungcheol pauses, turning his attention away from you as the hero rises once more, clearly summoning his last reserves of strength.
Seungcheol stands confidently, knowing he has a chance to defeat himâif only he weren't standing on the edge of the building.Â
Unfortunately, he doesnât possess flying superpowers. Instead, he grips the edge of the building with nothing but the strength of his fingers, looking up at the hero who towers above him.
Yet, Seungcheol has one special superpower, the reason he's considered the villain: the ability to listen to those who need help, like an echo in his mind. He hears the calls for aid and responds in his own way, without the expensive, extraneous superpowers the heroes pay billions for.Â
Unlike them, who need to buy their abilities, Seungcheol was born with his. He helps those living on the margins of society, without seeking fame or recognition. He doesnât want to appear on TV or in the news.
Inside the heroes' world, he is well recognized, but without the money and science they have.
Seungcheol has nothing in his favor.Â
Yet, he still manages to help people. They canât understand him. And hate can come easily to that which is too remembered.
His body can't manage more than thisâmore than his telepathy.Â
If it could, he wouldnât be in this situation. Heâs going to end up like this. His death wonât be caused by a big octopus or a giant RoboCop, as other heroes did. But by a great show of charity. He would do it for any citizen, but the fact that itâs you makes him have no regrets at all.
Seungcheolâs fingers start to slip, and he knows his time is running out. The hero stands above him, a look of triumph on his face. But Seungcheolâs mind is calm, even serene. Heâs made peace with his fate.
The hero moves closer, ready to deliver the final blow. But in that moment, Seungcheolâs telepathy kicks in stronger than ever. He hears the cries of the people heâs saved, their voices filling his mind.
He has always fought for those who couldnât fight for themselves, without the need for glory or recognition.Â
The world may see him as a villain, but he knows the truth.Â
His life has been a quiet rebellion, a stand against the notion that only the powerful can be heroes.Â
Seungcheol's mind becomes silent, and he can only hear your groans. His eyes close as he tries to hear from you again.
âY/N?â he telepathizes, his voice entering your mind, velvet and deep.
You groan again, and he asks. âIâm here... are you alright, my love? Can you walk?â
The affectionate nickname makes your heart flutter. Seungcheol agonizes when the hero's steps on his fingers, but he agonizes more because he can't hear a proper response from you. Desperation sets in.
âAnswer me, please. Iâm not going to last,â he telepathizes again.
âSeungcheol...â he hears your voice and breathes out, relief washing over him. He looks down, watching the movement on the street below. It was too much of a drop to survive. His fingers were burning with pain.
âSeungcheol...â you call again. He shuts his eyes, clinging to the sound of your voice. âLet go,â you tell him. The words hit him like a jolt. He doesnât understand. His arms tremble with the effort of holding on.
âTrust me, trust me, trust me.â He hears it like a whisper around his head. The conviction in your voice pierces through his fear.Â
He loosens his grip, his fingers slipping from the edge.
The air envelops his body like a hug as he falls, the distortion from the speed making the street sounds blur into a cacophony. The only thing he can think of is how youâre going to live by yourself now.
As he falls, memories flash before his eyes. He remembers every face he saved, every life he touched, his quiet acts of heroism, every moment of your brief time together, and then, vividly, your face.Â
He thinks of your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up when youâre happy.Â
The moment Seungcheol hits the ground, he expects the pain, the end. Instead, he feels a strange warmth spreading through his body. He blinks, realizing heâs lying on a soft cushion of air, suspended just above the pavement. The hero stares down in disbelief.
Seungcheolâs body is gently lowered to the ground. He looks up to see you standing on the rooftop, your hand outstretched, eyes closed in fierce concentration. As his feet touch the ground, your eyes snap open, and you breathe out in relief.Â
Before Seungcheol can react, you advance on the hero, the two of you disappearing in a blur of motion and light atop the building.
Blinding flashes illuminate the rooftop as Seungcheol scrambles to his feet, urgency driving him forward. He runs into the building, tripping on the flights of stairs in his haste. The sounds of the battle above echo down to him, and he pushes himself harder, every fiber of his being focused on reaching you in time.
Seungcheol bursts onto the rooftop again, his breath ragged and his heart pounding. The sight that greets him makes his blood run cold.Â
Your ex-boyfriend lies lifeless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. In your trembling hand, the heroâs heart reactor device glows faintly, now smeared with blood.
âY/N!â Seungcheol shouts, rushing to your side as your knees give way, collapsing under the weight of what youâve done. The powers from the injection still course through your veins, but your energy is completely spent. You tremble in his hands, your body feeling like itâs made of lead.
The weight of what youâve done hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare down at the reactor in your hand, the blood smeared on your fingers, and a violent shudder runs through you. The metallic smell of blood mingles with the acrid scent of smoke, and itâs all too much.
âI never wanted it to end like this,â you whisper, your voice breaking. Your face is frozen in shock, eyes wide and unseeing as you try to process the magnitude of your actions. âI-Iâve killed someone.â
Seungcheol shakes his head, his grip on your shoulders firm yet gentle. âYou did what you had to do,â he says, his voice low and steady. âHe wouldâve killed you, Y/N.â
You shake your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. âBut it wasnât supposed to be like this,â you insist, your voice trembling. âI didnât want to become a killer.â
Seungcheolâs eyes soften, and he pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth seeping into your cold, shaking body. âListen to me,â he says firmly, his lips close to your ear. âYouâre not a killer. Youâre a survivor. He put you in this position, not the other way around.â
You cling to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you sob uncontrollably. The reactor slips from your grasp, clattering to the ground with a dull thud. âI just wanted to be safe,â you cry, your voice muffled against his chest. âI didnât want any of this.â
âI know,â Seungcheol murmurs, stroking your hair gently. âI know, Y/N. Itâs going to be okay.â
You pull back slightly, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes. âHow can you be so sure?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
âBecause youâre strong,â he says simply, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. âStronger than you realize. And because Iâm not going to let anything happen to you.â
The sincerity in his eyes makes your heart ache. Despite everything, thereâs a flicker of hope in his gaze that you canât ignore.
Seungcheol brings you back to his loft, your body feeling heavy and numb. He helps you inside the shower, carefully removing your clothes. You sit on the floor, naked, as the warm water cascades over you, washing away the blood and grime.Â
Thereâs no malice or ulterior motive in his actionsâonly a quiet, pure care. You stare blankly at the tiles of his shower, lost in your thoughts, while his hands work methodically, washing your hair and scrubbing away the blood stains from your skin.
You needed this.Â
The side effects of the injection, the strain of using powers you didnât fully understand, have left you weak. So weak that you need him to do something as simple as this for you.
Once youâre clean, Seungcheol wraps you in a fluffy towel, drying you carefully. He dresses you in one of his shirts, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin.Â
He guides you to his bed, tucking you in. You sink into the mattress, the exhaustion pulling at you like a heavy blanket. Seungcheol sits beside you, watching you for a few minutes. His body aches from the fight, but his concern for you overrides his own pain.
âThank you,â you whisper.
He nods, his eyes never leaving your face. âYou need to rest. Let your body recover.â
You nod, closing your eyes. The events of the night replay in your mind, but thereâs a strange comfort in knowing Seungcheol is there, watching over you. âYou donât have to stay,â you murmur, feeling a pang of guilt.
âI want to,â he replies softly. âJust sleep, Y/N. Iâll be here.â
As you drift off, the last thing you feel is the warmth of his hand holding yours, grounding you in the midst of the turmoil. The darkness of sleep pulls you under, but for the first time in a long while, you donât feel completely alone.
He waits for you to fall asleep before quietly moving around the loft, gathering whatâs left of your belongings.Â
With quick, calculated motions, he loads his things, along with yours, into the trunk and backseat of his truck. The apartment, once filled with traces of both your lives, now stands empty, its furniture the only remnants of your presence.
When he looks at the empty space one last time, he takes a deep breath, then returns to the bedroom. Gently, he lifts you into his arms, careful not to disturb your sleep.Â
Youâre so exhausted that you donât stir as he carries you to the truck. His eyes flicker to you now and then as he drives, taking the road that leads to the other side of the country.
Long hours later, the sun starts to rise, casting a golden hue over the landscape. You wake up, eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the day. You find yourself parked outside a roadside restaurant, the car silent. Seungcheol is nowhere to be seen. Sitting up, you notice a blanket draped over you and realize youâre fully dressed, not just in his shirt anymore.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts, fingers curling around the edges of the blanket. The sound of footsteps draws your attention, and you see Seungcheol approaching with a box of food in his hands. He opens the car door and slides into the driverâs seat, placing the food on the console between you.
âHey,â he says softly, glancing at you. âHow are you feeling?â
You blink a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. âTired,â you admit, your voice still groggy. âWhere are we?â
âWeâre on the road,â he replies, a small smile tugging at his lips. âI thought you could use some breakfast.â He opens the box, revealing a variety of pastries, fruit, and a couple of sandwiches.
You nod, reaching for a piece of fruit. âThank you,â you say, taking a bite and savoring the sweet taste. âFor everything.â
He watches you eat for a moment before responding. âYou needed to get away from there. Itâs not safe.â
âI know,â you reply, your voice soft. âBut where are we going?â
âSomewhere safe,â he answers, his tone reassuring. "Somewhere, they wonât find us.â
You look at him, studying his face. Thereâs a determination in his eyes, a resolve that gives you a sense of security despite the uncertainty of your situation. âOkay,â you say, trusting him.
He nods, his eyes softening. âFinish eating. Weâve got a long drive ahead.â
As you pass through small towns and sprawling landscapes, a sense of peace begins to settle over you. The rhythmic hum of the truck and the steady presence of Seungcheol at your side are comforting.Â
You share the occasional snack with him, your fingers brushing against his lips, eliciting a small smile from him each time.
As the truck continues down the road, the cityscape starts to take shape on the horizon. Tall buildings stand proud, their windows reflecting the sunâs light. Itâs a bustling place, full of life and opportunity.
 Itâs everything youâve been yearning forâa fresh start, a new chapter.
After you arrive, your legs stretch as you step onto the new asphalt. You look around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and ask, âWhere are we?â
Seungcheol smiles, a hint of mystery in his eyes. âIâm going to show you,â he replies, leading you towards a big, white house. The house stands in stark contrast to the urban scene around it, classic and serene.
You follow him inside, and immediately, you notice people dressed in white moving about with purpose. Some are tending to children, others to elders, each room filled with an atmosphere of care and compassion. It's a place of healing and sanctuary, you realize, a refuge from the chaos youâve just escaped.
As you walk through the house, you reach a garden at the back. The same people in white are there, playing with the children and dogs, the air filled with laughter and joy.Â
You notice a girl in white sitting by an easel, her fingers pressed to her temples. To your amazement, the brush on the canvas moves on its own, guided by her powers.
You stare in awe. âSheâs painting without touching the brush,â you whisper, your voice filled with wonder.
Seungcheol nods. âYes, sheâs using her powers. This place is a sanctuary for people like her, like us. A safe haven where they can learn to control and use their abilities for good.â
You look around, taking in the peaceful surroundings, the sense of community and support. âItâs beautiful,â you say softly, feeling a sense of hope blossom within you.
The next stop is a small, vintage apartment where you and Seungcheol place your things. The walls are adorned with faded floral wallpaper, and the furniture has a charming, old-fashioned feel. You sit on the living room floor, surrounded by boxes, and trail off, lost in thought.
âSo, youâre a hero, not a villain,â you murmur, looking up at Seungcheol.
He pauses, glancing at you with a thoughtful expression. âI guess itâs not that simple,â he says, sitting down across from you. âPeople see what they want to see. To some, Iâm a hero. To others, Iâm a villain.â
You nod, digesting his words. âBut you saved me. You brought me here. That makes you a hero in my book.â
A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âI just did what needed to be done. Sometimes, the line between hero and villain isnât so clear.â
You lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows. âItâs strange, you know? All this time, I thought I knew who the good guys and the bad guys were. But now⊠everythingâs different.â
He nods, his eyes distant. âLife isnât a simple story. Itâs messy, complicated. People have layers, motives that arenât always black and white.â
You turn to Seungcheol, who has laid himself out on the living room floor beside you. The gentle hum of the old radiator fills the silence between you as you finally ask the question that's been on your mind.
âCan I ask you something?â you say, glancing over at him.
He turns his head to face you, nodding slightly. âSure. Whatâs up?â
âHow did you meet me?â you ask, curiosity lacing your voice.
Seungcheol sighs, looking up at the ceiling. âItâs a bit of a long story,â he begins, his tone thoughtful. âI first heard you every single night in my head before I even knew where you lived. It started with your thoughts and feelingsâyour fears, your doubts. I heard them all.â
You blink, trying to process what heâs saying. âYou heard me in your head?â
He nods. âYeah. I didnât know who you were at first, just that there was someone struggling. I could sense your pain and your frustration. It was like an echo in my mind.â
He pauses for a moment, then continues. âWhen I'vve found you, I started watching the movements in your apartment. I saw you and your boyfriend fightingâa lot. I saw the nights you were left alone...â
You shift uncomfortably, thinking about all the arguments, the hurtful words exchanged. âWhat did you see?â
âI saw things that were hard to watch. There were nights when your boyfriend would come home drunk, lashing out at you for no reason. I saw him bringing people over, strangers who didnât have your best interests at heart.â
Your heart aches as you listen. âSo, you were watching all of this?â
He nods. âI was. I needed to be sure of what was happening before I intervened. I couldnât just act without understanding the full picture. He was involved in some dangerous activities, connections with people I didnât want you to be near.â
He looks at you with a serious expression. âI knew I had to do something. Itâs my job, in a way. The place I showed you before, is where people like me come from. Weâre spread out across the country, helping those in need.â
You nod slowly, absorbing his words. âSo, you felt like you had to save me.â
âExactly,â he says softly. âIt was more than just a job. It was a responsibility. When I saw how much you were suffering, I knew I couldnât just stand by. I had to step in.â
As you lie there, processing everything Seungcheol has told you, it dawns on you that the man who once seemed so mysterious and distant wasnât a villain at all. He was the one who sat on your window, smoking and wearing a black outfit, seemingly a shadowy figure.Â
He was the one who risked falling from a building to ensure your safety, who gathered your belongingsâeven your mug collection, and your⊠dildoâbefore your apartment was destroyed by an alien.
He was the man who, despite the doubts and fears, saved your life and now laid by your side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Seungcheolâs presence beside you, so unexpectedly comforting, makes you feel secure in a way you havenât felt in a long time. His gaze meets yours, a question in his eyes as if trying to decipher the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind.
Unable to hold back your emotions any longer, you roll over and drape yourself across him like a koala. The sudden weight makes him emit a funny gasp. You both end up laughing, the sound filling the room with warmth. He wraps his arms around you, reciprocating the hug with a soft giggle.
âWhat?â he asks with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling.
You look up at him, your heart full, and press a soft kiss on his lips. Seungcheolâs eyes flutter closed, and he melts into the kiss, holding your face gently as if heâs been waiting for this moment all along.
But then, he pulls back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Wait, no, are you sure about this? I mean, youâve just come out of a⊠complicated relationship.â
You can see the concern in his eyes, the careful consideration behind his words. âI am sure,â you say softly, pressing another kiss to his cheek. âYouâve been amazing. Youâre not a villain, and youâve shown me what itâs like to be cared for.â
You move to kiss his forehead, then his neck, making him giggle again, his laughter bubbling up despite the seriousness of the conversation. He closes his eyes, savoring each tender kiss, his heart racing with every touch.
âI guess Iâm just worried,â he says, his voice a mix of hesitation and affection. âYouâve been through so much. I donât want you to think that Iâm just trying to fill a void or something.â
You shake your head, placing one last kiss on his lips. âYouâre not just filling a void. Youâre something real and true, and I can feel it.â
âCan you⊠feel it?â he asks.
You smile against his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to reassure him. âOf course I can,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
The moment your lips meet his again, you notice his reaction is less restrained this time. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if heâs afraid you might disappear. His kisses grow more passionate, each touch of his lips filled with a desperate need to communicate everything he feels.
You can taste the sweetness of his affection, feel the way he melts into you, and you respond with the same intensity. Your hands explore the familiar contours of his face, as if memorizing every detail, every emotion he's conveying.Â
His breath quickens, and you can feel the heat of his skin, the way his entire body seems to respond to you, to the connection thatâs unfolding between you both.
He pulls away slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked onto yours. âYou make me feel things I didnât think I could.â
You brush your lips against his once more, a soft, tender caress. âItâs because itâs real,â you whisper. âItâs something Iâve needed for a long time.â
[...]
If you ever thought your life would change drastically, you never imagined it would be like this.Â
When Seungcheol left to handle his tasks for the night, it felt different. The house, though quiet, seemed fuller now.
His presence lingered in the way he had filled it with his energy, his routines, his little touches that made the space feel like more than just four walls. The absence of his constant presence was noticeable, yet somehow, it felt like a comfort.
You wandered around the house, touching things you hadnât noticed before. There were small, personal detailsâlike a collection of old vinyl records stacked neatly on a shelf, and a set of quirky, handmade coasters on the coffee table. They made the house feel lived in, like a real home.
In the kitchen, you found a note Seungcheol had left on the counter, scrawled in his familiar handwriting: âPick a movie tonight. Iâll be back soon.â You smiled at the simple gesture, a small piece of normalcy in the midst of the whirlwind youâd been through.
When he arrives at the apartment, the warm aroma of dinner wafts from the stove. He glances around, noticing that the movie on the TV is paused at the very beginning. Itâs strange that youâre not here; usually, youâd be curled up on the couch, waiting for him.Â
His eyes sweep over the space, and he hangs his jacket on a dining chair, the soft thud of the fabric against the wood mingling with the hum of the refrigerator.
A sudden noise catches his attentionâan âAh!â from somewhere in the apartment.Â
Seungcheol freezes, his heart rate quickening. He tilts his head, straining to hear again. The sound came from the bedroom. Curiosity and concern propel him forward as he moves cautiously toward the door.
Pushing the door open just a crack, he peeks inside. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the scene before him.Â
Youâre sprawled out on the bed, your legs were spread open in a way that revealed everything.Â
Your body glistens with a sheen of sweat, and youâre arching back, clearly horny. The vibrator, the very same one he had glimpsed in your old apartmentâa sight that had piqued his curiosityâwas now pressed tightly against your clit.Â
He could see the pleasure etched across your face, the way you bit your lip and gripped the sheets. He hesitated at the doorway, not wanting to intrude but unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
The sight is so intimate, so raw, that he feels a blend of emotionsâdesire, awe, and a sense of protectiveness. His initial impulse is to step in, to be there for you, but heâs also painfully aware of how private this moment is.
His own breath hitches as he wrestles with the decision of whether to interrupt or simply stand back. He knows this is a vulnerable part of you, one that you might not be ready to share with him just yet.
Seungcheol takes a deep breath, his desire is real as he steps fully into the room. The bulge in his pants is a constant reminder of just how affected he is by the scene unfolding before him. But he pushes past his own need, focusing on you.
He kneels beside the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that might pull you from your reverie. His fingers, though trembling slightly, are gentle as he reaches for the vibrator. He eases it away from your clit, the sudden absence making you gasp, a sound thatâs part surprise, part frustration.
You blink rapidly, trying to catch your breath as you process his presence. Your cheeks flush a deep red. Just as you begin to open your mouth, ready to speak or perhaps to protest, Seungcheol silences you with a touch.
Without a word, he positions the vibrator back against your wetness, the cool touch of it sending you screaming on your bed. Slowly, he guides it back to your clit, applying a steady pressure as he begins to circle it.Â
His eyes are locked onto your every reaction, absorbing each tremor and gasp as if they were treasures.
The immediate pleasure that jolts through you is overwhelming. You clench his forearm, your grip desperate and needy as you roll your eyes back in pure, unfiltered sensation. The way he controls the vibrator, the way heâs so deliberately attentive to your bodyâit drives you wild.
The intensity of your arousal triples, the added thrill of Seungcheolâs touch making it feel like every nerve is on fire. You sob, the sound escaping from you as you struggle to stay grounded amidst the stimulation.Â
Each circle of the vibrator on your clit feels like an eternity, stretching out the sensation to a nearly unbearable edge.
Seungcheolâs gaze never wavers from you. He watches you with an intense focus and tenderness, his own breath coming in uneven puffs as he fights to keep his own desires in check.
Heâs controlling your pleasure with an expert touch, making sure that each movement is precise and perfectly tuned to your reactions.
He knows youâre on the brink, and heâs both savoring and prolonging this moment for you.Â
The control he exerts is deliberate, his movements are carefully calculated to push you to the edge without letting you fall over just yet.
As your body writhes beneath his touch, Seungcheolâs expression softens. He can see how much you need this, how much his presence, his touch, is amplifying everything youâre feeling. Itâs a heady blend of power and vulnerability, and heâs completely consumed by it.
As the waves of pleasure begin to crest, you feel your moans transforming into quieter, breathless gasps. Your body tightens, with every muscle pulling taut as you approach the brink of orgasm.Â
Itâs right there, just a heartbeat away, when Seungcheol suddenly pulls the vibrator away. The abrupt absence of its buzzing sends a shock through you, your body jolting as you let out a delayed cry of frustration.
Seungcheol doesnât look at you. Rather, he sets the vibrator on the bedside table as if it were a routine, doing so with practiced ease.Â
Then he gets to his feet and strips off his shirt, baring his chest. Your need is heightened by the sight of him, so masterful and totally devoted to you. You watch him, breathless and with wide eyes, while he dismisses your little cries of protest.Â
He seems determined to show you something more personal than the toy could ever offer, judging by the steady, unwavering look in his eyes.
He says, taking off his belt, âI want to see you cum for me, not for a toy.â âI want to see you cum in my mouth,â he murmurs.
You swear you see your soul leave your body just like in a cartoon,with his words. He spreads your legs wide, putting himself between them. You can almost feel the need in your body quivering with anticipation.
His mouth feels like fire when it first touches your clit; the buzzing vibrator has made you more sensitive. You gasp, your hips jerking involuntarily. His tongue is moist and warm as it hungersily probes every part of you.
You let out a deep moan as he laps at your entrance, gathering your slick and spreading it over your clit.
He sucks gently, then more firmly, his tongue flicking over your most sensitive spot in a way that has you writhing beneath him. Every nerve ending in the body is hyperaware of intense pleasure.
Your hips are held in place by Seungcheol's hands as he consumes you. You can feel the strength in his hold, the way his fingers dig into your skin just enough to anchor you. His eyes glance up at you, watching your reactions, ensuring heâs giving you exactly what you need.
âSeungcheol,â you gasp, your voice shaky. âIâm so close.â
His response is a deep hum against your clit. He intensifies his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his lips sucking harder. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you hold on for dear life.
Every muscle in your body tightens, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He doesnât let up, his focus entirely on you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
When your orgasm finally crashes over you, your back arches off the bed, a loud moan escaping your lips. Seungcheol continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last bit of your pleasure, his eyes locked on your face as you come undone.
You take a deep breath, your vision slowly clearing, and catch sight of Seungcheol gripping his cock through his boxers. The outline looks thick and big, making your mouth water at the sight of it.
âSeungcheol,â you murmur, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. His eyes meet yours, dark and round.
âYes?â he asks, his voice husky.
You reach out, your hand trembling slightly as you press your palm against the bulge in his boxers. He inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you touch him.
âI want to make you feel good too,â you say, your voice gaining strength.
He groans softly, his restraint slipping. He helps you pull his boxers down, his erection springing free. It looks even more impressive without the fabric, flushed, throbbing, and you canât help but lick your lips in anticipation.
You lean forward, taking him into your hand, feeling the warmth and the weight of him. He watches you, his breath hitching as you stroke him slowly.
âYouâre so big,â you whisper, looking up at him.
He chuckles, the sound low and rough. âAnd youâre so beautiful.â
You smile. Leaning down, you place a soft kiss on the tip, tasting the salty precum. His reaction is immediate, a shudder running through his body as he groans your name.
Encouraged, you take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head. His hand finds your hair, not pushing, just holding you gently as you work him with your mouth.
âJust like that,â he breathes, his voice thick with pleasure. âYouâre doing so well.â
You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, feeling the stretch in your jaw. His size is a challenge, but youâre determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel. His groans and gasps spur you on, each sound a reward for your efforts.
You bob your head, taking him as deep as you can, your hand stroking the base where you canât reach. His hips begin to move, a slow, careful thrust that shows how close he is to losing control.
âY/N, Iâm close,â he warns, his voice strained.
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his as you continue your movements, letting him know without words that you want this. He curses softly, his grip on your hair tightening just a bit.
One thing he didnât notice was your sneaky hand grabbing the forgotten vibrator on the bedside table. With a naughty grin, you hold the base of his cock to keep it still, then turn the vibrator on and press it against his length while your mouth sucks on his tip.
Seungcheol lets out a deep grunt, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes closing tightly. âYou littleââ he curses, his voice strained. Your smirk widens at his reaction, the vibrations traveling through his body, making him shudder.
âWhoâs the villain now?â you tease, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.
His response is a strangled moan, his hips jerking slightly into your mouth. âYou... youâre the villain here,â he groans, his hands gripping the sheets. âFuck!â
The combination of your mouth and the vibrator makes his body tense. You can feel him throbbing in your hand, his muscles tightening as he gets closer to the edge.
You increase the intensity, your hand moving the vibrator up and down his length while your mouth continues its assault on his tip. His breathing becomes ragged, and heâs practically panting now, his moans growing louder with each passing second.
âY/N, Iâm gonnaââ he chokes out, his voice desperate.
You let go of his tip, a knowing smirk playing on your lips as you realize youâre giving him a taste of his own medicine. The vibrator still buzzes in your hand as you reach for his cock, straddling him and slowly sinking down.Â
The sensation is electricâyour drenched, sopping cunt engulfs him almost like a vacuum, drawing a desperate moan from his lips. His eyes flutter shut, and you can tell heâs loving it just as much as you are by the way his face contorts.
When you bottom out, Seungcheol squirms beneath you, his hands gripping your hips. He reaches for your wrist and places the vibrator on your clit, the sudden jolt of pleasure making you clench around his length.Â
His moan mingles with a teasing smile, his eyes dark with lust. If he wasnât a villain before, he definitely looks like one now.
You ride his cock in circles, the vibrations on your clit making your body curl inward, your nails digging into his abdomen. The pleasure is overwhelming, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you move faster, chasing the high thatâs just within reach.
His grip on your hips tightens, guiding you as you move. âThatâs it, baby,â he growls âJust like that.â
Seungcheol sneaks a hand to the vibrator and turns it to the highest level. You grunt, throwing your head back as the intense vibrations radiate through your entire body. He can feel them inside you too, the added stimulation making him groan.
âFuck, Seungcheol!â you cry out, your voice shaking as you jump up and down on his cock. Your pussy meets his length and then his base, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room.
âYeah, take it all, baby,â he growls, his eyes locked on yours. âYour pussy is so fucking tight around me.â
You moan louder, the dirty talk driving you wild. âTell me more,â you gasp, craving more of his words, the filthier, the better.
He thrusts up into you, his own pleasure building as he watches you ride him. âYou love this, donât you? Being my little slut, taking my cock so well,â he says, his voice strained with the effort of speaking through his moans.
âYes! Oh god, yes!â you reply, your movements becoming more frantic. âI love it, Seungcheol. I love beingâ Fuck!â
He grins. âYouâre so fucking wet for me. Look at you, bouncing on my cock like a desperate little whore.â
You shiver at his words, your body responding eagerly. âShit, Seungcheol, you feel so good inside me,â you pant. âI want to cum all over your cock.â
âDo it, baby,â he encourages, his voice rough. âCum for me. Show me how much you love it.â
âIâm gonna cum again, Seungcheol,â you gasp, riding him faster. âI want you to cum with me.â
âFuck, yes,â he grits out, his hands sliding up to your breasts, squeezing them. âCum for me, baby. Let me feel you.â
âCum inside me,â you moan, your nails digging into his chest. âFill me up, Seungcheol.â
He thrusts up hard, matching your frantic pace. âYou want my cum? You want me to fill you up?â
âYes, please,â you beg, leaning back to get a better angle, driving him deeper. Your voice breaking with need. âI need it, Seungcheol. I need your cum.â
His grip on you tightens, and you can feel him getting close. âYouâre gonna get it,â he promises, his voice rough. âIâm gonna fill you up so good, baby.â
Seungcheol presses the vibrator harder against your swollen clit, and you convulse on him, your body shaking uncontrollably from the combined sensations.Â
âFuck,â he growls, âYouâre creaming all over my cock. Look at you, so fucking soaked.â
You moan loudly, barely able to respond as the vibrations and his cock drive you wild. âYes, Seungcheol,â you gasp, your voice trembling. âIâm so wet for you.â
He chuckles darkly, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to thrust upward, hitting every sensitive spot inside you. âHm⊠The way youâre dripping all over me. I can feel every drop.â
Your nails dig into his shoulders as you bounce harder, trying to chase the overwhelming pleasure. âI canât stop cumming,â you whimper. âItâs too much.â
Seungcheolâs breathing grows ragged, his gaze fixed on the way your pussy pulses around him. âThatâs right. Let go for me. I want to see you lose control. Youâre such a fucking mess for me.â
The pressure of the vibrator against your clit makes you cry out. âIâm cumming so hard,â you moan. âI canât handle it.â
He grunts, his voice deep and raw. âThatâs it, baby. Cream all over my cock. I love how youâre losing it. Iâm gonna make you cum so fucking hard.â
Your eyes roll back. âSeungcheol,â you cry out, your body arching and trembling. âIâm gonnaââ
He groans as he feels your inner muscles clench around him, the vibrations making every nerve in your body explode. âYeah, let it all out,â he commands. âShow me how much you fucking need me.â
You convulse one last time, your vision blurring as the orgasm washes over you. Seungcheol holds you tightly, his cock still buried deep inside you as he continues to grind against your clit, making sure you get every last ounce of pleasure.
Seungcheol wastes no time, flipping you over onto all fours like you're a rag doll. The sudden shift leaves you breathless, your body pliant and obedient to his every move. He quickly turns the vibrator off and tosses it aside, not caring where it lands. His hands find your ass, squeezing and fondling your cheeks.
Without missing a beat, he thrusts his cock back inside you, abusing your sweet spot with relentless precision. You feel the sting of your skin meeting his pelvis with each strong thrust.
You bite down on the pillow, muffling your sobs as your body trembles beneath him. The orgasm still pulses through you, but now Seungcheol is fucking you through it with a ferocity that has you seeing stars.
His grip tightens on your hips, one foot propped up on the mattress to give him more leverage. The bed creaks under you, the mattress springs creaking.
His moans become whiny and throaty. You can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching inside you with every thrust, and the sight of the white ring around his shaft driving him feral.
Summoning strength you didn't know you had, you lift your head and glance over your shoulder. You need to see his 'bad boy' posture crumble.
Seungcheol's face is a picture of raw emotion, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. His expression is utterly shattered, as if he's about to break down and cry like a boy.Â
The sight of him like this, so helpless and undone, makes you squeeze harder around him. The reaction is immediateâSeungcheol's eyes roll back, and his hips slam into yours, grinding deep as he reaches he orgasms.Â
You feel the warmth of his cum filling you completely. He groans as he cums harder than ever before, his hips twitching with each spurt. The room is loaded with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the wet, obscene noises of your bodies joined together.
He stays buried inside you for a moment, savoring the sensation of your bodies connected, his cum still dripping from where he's filled you to the brim.
Seungcheol sleeps soundly, like a baby, his face peaceful and unburdened. In that moment, it doesn't matter who he is or where he is; his mind is completely consumed by thoughts of you.Â
The room is quiet, the only sound being your synchronized breaths. Exhausted and spent, you don't even have the strength to clean up. You sleep without a care, even as his cum slowly drips down your thighs.
[...]
Morning breaks gently, the soft light of dawn seeping through the curtains. Seungcheol stirs, his senses gradually returning to him. But something feels off. He blinks his eyes open, expecting to see you lying beside him. Instead, heâs met with a sight that jolts him fully awake.
Youâre floating.Â
Your body is hovering a few inches above the bed, suspended in mid-air. Your eyes are wide with shock, mirroring his own as you both take in the surreal scene.
âSeungcheol,â you whisper, your voice tinged with panic. âLower me down.â
He scrambles out of bed, his mind racing to process what heâs seeing. Without hesitation, he reaches out, his hands gently guiding you back down to the bed. The moment your body touches the mattress, the floating sensation ceases, leaving you both staring at each other in stunned silence.
You sit up slowly, your hands trembling slightly as you brush your hair back. âWasnât the injection supposed to last only for a few hours?â you ask.
Seungcheol, still healing from the sight of you floating, nods slowly. âYeah, thatâs what they said. ButâŠmaybe thereâs more to it. Maybe itâs affected you in ways we didnât expect.â
âSo, does this mean you can fuck me while I'm floating in mid-air?â
Seungcheol's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He laughs, a surprised sound escaping his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, clearly caught off guard by your audacity.
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Yandere President! Husband x First Lady! Wife Reader:
I have never seen a yandere as a political figure, be it a mayor, minister, senator, congressman or president of an entire country.
The Yandere President met you before he rose to power, and from there he became madly infatuated with you.
The yandere president came from a very powerful family like you, so your parents and his arranged a marriage despite the modernity of the time.
He received a very comprehensive, albeit and very strict education.
Your education wasn't very different from his; you even knew each other from a young age, as your parents purposely brought you together.
The Yandere President won't take "no" from you for an answer.
A president needs to have charisma and know how to communicate with people, and the Yandere president is no exception. He KNOWS that there are people who believe in him, and whether he is corrupt or not, he will use this chance of manipulation to his advantage to have you.
The Yandere President will always make sure you're comfortable wherever you go together, or whenever you want to stay home. You will have the best medical care and attention, as well as the best food, drink, clothing, treats, accessories and, above all, protection.
And by the way, you will have a great and powerful status that others would envy.
The Yandere President is one of those powerful, paranoid, manipulative, protective and, above all, controlling yanderes.
Whether you're alone or with him, you'll ALWAYS be watched by him wherever you go, even if it's from your bedroom to the living room. The Yandere President will have bodyguards on hand to carefully protect you, him, and his family; he also has servants such as private chefs, maids, chauffeurs, butlers, security guards, etc.
ALL of those servants will tell the yandere president everything you say or do.
The yandere president has a WHOLE team of security cameras and microphones watching you from every possible angle (even if you can't see them), so he ALWAYS knows where you are, who you're with, what you say and what you do. After that, there's no way you can lie to him.
He would even limit your outings to the patio, for fear of snipers, according to him.
Needless to say, you have become the main object of his crazy obsessive love. He would do anything to have you; including killing his love rivals; overprotecting you; isolating you; censoring or controlling all information about you in the media.
The Yandere President knows he has enemies everywhere, both politicians from other parties and other nations and civilians (including rebel groups) who are willing to kidnap you, torture you, extort you, rob you, rape you and even kill you for the simple reason of being related to him.
The yandere president would barely let you see your family.
The Yandere President would love any gift you give him, just because it came from you, his greatest love.
The Yandere President would proudly show you off to everyone, and wouldn't stop reminding the citizens that you are his.
Even though you participate in politics and charity events, the yandere president considers that you should only be his due to his jealousy.
And speaking of which, the yandere president will not stand for you leaving him or talking to another man other than himself, your father or maybe a brother.
Whether in public or private, he will hold your hand, hug you or kiss you, but not to keep up appearances, but to show you the love he feels for you.
Although the yandere president knows that he must protect you from the paparazzi and the media, since he knows that if they have no mercy on him (being the president), much less will they have mercy on you.
I almost forgot: the yandere president would NOT accept a divorce.
He can't bear the idea that you, his beloved, want to leave him.
He would question you intensively to find out the reason for the divorce. Did he not take care of you? Did someone threaten you? Did he not give you enough gifts? Did he not love you or give you enough affection? Did he not give you the attention you wanted? Did someone do something to you and he did not protect you enough?
The Yandere President would talk things over with you and tell you right away that he would NOT let you go anywhere.
The yandere president will even lock you up to make you reconsider.
The Yandere President is not only someone with a lot of money; he also has the best team of private detectives, investigators, spies, hackers, guards and even police officers; so he knows EVERYTHING about you and your family, so if he can't get you to give up on the divorce, he'll have your parents pressure you or threaten to make them disappear.
The Yandere President is capable of ordering the killing of any lover you have.
He is the yandere president; he has absolute control over every part of the country, be it houses, apartments, schools and universities, public administration sites, establishments, all streets and even airports and/or borders.
Now, he would never dare to hurt you directly.
The Yandere President would be capable of making your life difficult if you divorce him. He will do everything to get you back, even sending his men to kidnap you.
He would not accept a divorce even if his election campaigns fail, just think that if he fails, you'll do it together.
The yandere president would be able to become a yandere dictator for you.
He would invite you on the most dazzling trips around the country or around the world.
-The end.
So, what do you think?
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âž PAIRING: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn medic!Reader (same reader from here, but this is a stand-alone) âž SUMMARY: You kiss Simon's very minor injuries. And then some. (Or, alternatively: He's not actually wounded. He just wants to see you.) âž WARNING(S): some graphic descriptions of old injuries âž A/N: Need to preface that this isn't smut despite how the title and summary sound. Anyways, Jo knows I listened to Hozier's Other Voices 2020 version of "Work Song" for a week straight while writing this. âž WC: 2k
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đđđđ, â he admits, low-timbered. It feels intimate, especially coming from him. Simon's sitting on the cot; it sags under his weight. He curls his hands over the edge of it as he leans forward. No casualties post-mission means he's got free rein to pick wherever he wants in the medical tent.
"Oh, yeah? What about?"
"That I should probably do my best to avoid injuries so I donât keep pestering you. Can always just tell me to fuck off, yâknow.â
âYouâre gonna break my heart if you stop coming around.
âMm,â he says in agreement. âCanât have that can we?â
You nod your head earnestly. âI like your company.â
âTryinâ to say that youâll miss me?â
âI would.â More than he knows.
Itâs routine now. He gives you just enough room, adjusting his position. You step into the space made between Simonâs splayed knees, his massive legs nearly bracketing yours with how close they are. Heâs bigger than you. Well, considerably more mammoth-like in his proportions compared to an overwhelming majority of the soldiers that youâve encountered, to be quite honest.
Simon acts as though heâs acutely aware of his size. You suspect that he purposefully makes himself smaller in your presence. Like now, how his shoulders are rounded forward, the column of his spine not as straight-arrow in that standard, militaristic posture most servicemen have adopted. As if he doesnât want to appear too intimidating. Not that Simon could, to you. Hours doing his stitches and idle chitchat on your part have taught you that heâs much less ruthless than people seem to paint him as. But you appreciate the thought anyway.
You conduct the assessment â a typical evaluation normal for combat casualty care, more in-depth than the one youâd done when he initially stopped by and you did a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. Though given the complete vacancy in the medical tent, you find it hard to believe that youâll come across anything on him since the mission went that smoothly.
The first thing you notice this time: he doesn't smell like spilled blood. It's different. Not that sweet, rusted iron of wet tackiness â the one that reminds you of a generous stack of two pence coins held between a pair of hands cupped together. He comes in that way a lot. Reeks, because war means that he's no stranger to charging through a shower of copper and lead-forged bullets out on the field. Everything else is still there, though. Maybe a dying campfire â crackling logs and blackened earth. Soft dirt excavated from a foxhole for cover while under enemy fire. All gunpowder and Marlboro Lights and diesel-fuel smoke. Fresh rain and a blue-violet sky after a storm. Victory without consequence.
You'd breathe it in if you could, pull the collar of his jacket up to your face. At this proximity, itâd be easy.
He drops the act when heâs in front of you. Lieutenant. Ghost. Battle-hardened, gruff. A natural-born leader. The kind of person to rip this world apart brick by brick â scraped up palms clutching onto broken pieces â to make sure that the plan is executed accordingly, no matter the cost. Itâs hard for him to shed that layer. A drop in the bucket of information that youâve gathered about this man.
Youâve seen him at his best. But you know him at his worst.
The laundry list of injuries over the years: blows to his torso and his back and his limbs that were brighter than technicolor â purples and reds and sickly yellow-green shades â deep, blotchy medals of violence decorating his skin like some kind of fucked-up kaleidoscope that was nothing to be proud of; when some bastard drove a knife right into his upper thigh, that dirty blade wedged through tissue and muscle which was sure as hell going to induce the nastiest infection without serious TLC and a tetanus shot; rib fractures 7-9 because he aborted an exploding heli, seconds to spare before landing on his side wrong from a height that was equivalent to three stories tall; old GSWs dotting his body the same way youâd shove push pins into a paper-flimsy map to mark the places youâve been to.
And then thereâs no contest for the top contender. đđĄđšđŹđ'đŹ đđšđ«đŹđ đđ§đŁđźđ«đąđđŹ đđ #đ: when he was rushed in on a stretcher, barely clinging to life. Lower abdomen shredded by exploding shrapnel. He was outside of the window of opportunity. Too far beyond that golden hour, so his chances of surviving plummeted to a single-digit percent.
Heâs more than just a patchwork of scars. Thereâs a complex person underneath the surface. A miracle in the flesh to have toughed it out through all of that. Resilient. Perpetual. His callsign makes sense. Ghosts really do live forever.
Several seconds pass before you speak again. Itâs a silly comment, teasing â poking fun at him. You donât have any reservations when it comes to picking on Simon; heâs good about taking these things in stride. Funny, actually. Heâs got a dry sense of humor. âI think⊠you like the idea of someone taking care of you.â
His response isnât immediate. Itâs delayed, said with intention. He doesnât ever waste words. âNot just anybody.â
You nearly reel back at that. Warmth floods your face. You arenât quite sure what to say, didnât expect it. So you let the comment hang in the air between the two of you, busying your hands with slipping off his tac vest, triple-checking for hidden wounds, doing anything to keep yourself occupied while you stand this close to him in the wake of that remark. Youâre engrossed in your work, in search of a distraction.
(Heâs a distraction, isnât he?)
And then your eyes stop in their scan. Right there: a small nick on the exposed sliver of skin between his glove and sleeve â open to the direct path of some wayward debris that happened to graze him. So tiny. Youâve seen paper cuts more harrowing than this â wouldnât have even registered on your radar, especially if itâs being dwarfed by other critical wounds that hold decisive sway over somebodyâs fate when it comes to your average life-or-death scenario.
Of course, you take your job very seriously.
You feign a sharp inhale. âAh,â you say solemnly, guiding his arm up to your face for a closer look. âFound your problem.â
âIâve got a problem,â he echoes, voice laced with amusement.
âSee, you came to the right place. Anybody else wouldâve missed it.â
âThe verdict, then?â
âSo terrible. Earth-shattering, in factââ
Simon starts pulling away. âAlright, thatâs enough of you takinâ the piss outta me,â he gripes.
You chase his arm to recapture it into your grasp. âWait!â you say, huffing out a laugh. Your mouth sprouts into a wide grin that makes him roll his eyes.
âYou gonna treat me or what?â
Your humor bubbles away as you come back to your senses. Those once-loud peals of laughter start to die down when you take his question into consideration. Because thereâs really nothing for you to do; he doesnât need you.
The realization is slow-moving. It washes over you, rolls like waves as you finally begin to sober up.
Simon wants to be here, and heâs looking for any excuse to stay. He just canât find the courage to own up to it.
âI dunno. Might be unconventional,â you throw out casually, playing along. âRisky, maybe â never been done before.â
But heâs undeterred. âSure. Whatever you gotta do.â
You pause for a beat, fingers still wrapped around his forearm because you havenât managed to let go yet. His skin is warm under your palm. Youâre not sure what exactly possesses you to do it â emboldened by his encouragement, given complete carte blanche; heâs leaving this to your discretion. So you press your lips to that area where the cut is, right over his pulse point. If you had lingered for longer, you probably wouldâve been able to feel it thudding, that solid rhythm and easy strength reminding you heâs alive.
You expected him to withdraw his arm in bewilderment. He shouldâve kicked up a fuss about you violating his boundaries, shouldâve told you that you overstepped. Something, right?
But he doesnât do any of that. Simonâs studying you. Dark pupils. So chasm-deep that the ground beneath your feet might slip away. Ocean trenches, midnight-black like the charcoal smudged around his eyes. When they land on you, his gaze goes molasses-soft. Heâs fond; thereâs little room for doubt. The way he looks at you says everything. None of that usual coldness he harbors during an op. Instead, relaxed and more human than youâre used to seeing â all of his attention focused solely on you.
âWhere else, Simon?â you whisper.
Heâs thinking â carefully weighing his options â the same expression that he gets when a crossroads lies ahead of him and he knows his make-it-or-break-it decision will invariably affect the outcome of a mission.
After several moments, his hand comes up. Simonâs fingers curl underneath the hem of his mask; heâs been wearing the fabric balaclava more often since youâve fixed the stitching on it. Then he lifts â not the entire way. Just to reveal the bottom half of his face. There he is. Sandpaper-rough stubble. The sharp cut of his jaw. A mouth that youâre convinced wears a scowl 24/7 behind his mask but is now slightly twitched up.
Even though youâve seen it before, the sight of him never fails to steal your breath away. Feels like meeting him for the first time again. With how rarely he does this, it might as well be â that slow, heart-melting sensation is steadily filling the cavern of your chest.
And you lean in. Your lips brush against his; itâs a chaste thing â the kiss â if it can be called that. Gentle. Like how youâd stitch up his wounds with a light touch and kind intent. Heâs built of sterner stuff, but if thereâs anything youâve learned about him, itâs that heâs capable of breaking just as easily as everyone else. You always handle Simon with care: unequivocal compassion and empathy when thereâs so little of those left on this side of war â privileges that heâs never taken for granted.
âBetter?â you ask quietly, tipping your head in question.
Simon hums his approval â this pleased, low sound in his throat. His hand slides across your lower back. He tugs you towards him. âWouldnât mind some more attention,â he murmurs, before slotting his mouth over yours. And then he kisses you like it might heal him from the outside in.
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19 // Aphrodisiacs // Halloween Candy
Summary: Wanda has some special candy for Y/N.
Pairing: MILF!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: sex, dirty talk
Word count: 560
Kinktober masterlist
âDarling,â Wanda purred. âIâve got some special Halloween candy for us.â
âHalloween candy? Halloween isnât for another two weeks.â
âThis is special candy.â
She snapped the chocolate bar in half and brought it to my lips.
âSay âahhâ.â I opened my mouth and she fed it to me.
It was delicious. I savored it, grabbing her hand and licking her fingers clean, before returning to the game that I had been playing. From the corner of my eye I watched as she ate her half, then went to sit on the couch. I looked back at her briefly, noting that she was watching me, then brought my attention back to my game.
I was in the middle of fighting a boss when I started feeling funny. I clenched my thighs together and tried to concentrate, but the intense throb between my legs was extremely distracting. I kept getting hit and dying to the same enemy and Wanda seemed to notice.
âAre you having trouble over there, dove?â Wanda spoke from behind me and I shook my head.
I couldnât quite find the words to speak to her. I let out a sigh and licked my lips, concentrating now on the feeling between my thighs instead of the game in front of me.
âWanda,â I whined, putting the controller down. âI feel funny.â
âDo you?â She said, uncrossing her legs and leaning back on the cushions.
âYeah.â I turned to face her, crawling over to where she was sitting. âI need you to touch me.â
âIs that so?â Her chest heaved slightly as she watched me approach. âTouch you where?â
I let out a high pitched whine and rubbed my cheek against her leg.
âBetween my legs. Please.â
âIâve got a better idea.â
She stood up and stripped out of her pants and panties, her wetness already had soaked through her underwear and began seeping into her pants. She tossed them to the side and sat back on the couch, spreading her legs. I nearly started drooling at the sight of her.
âTake off your shorts.â
I obeyed, slipping easily out of my shorts and underwear and standing before her.
âCome here.â
I let her take control. She maneuvered our bodies on the couch so that we were facing each other, our legs tangled up and our pussies practically touching. I was excited, impatient, and aching for her.
âYou know what to do, donât you, baby?â
I nodded, pressing myself against her and rocking, my clit brushing against hers. The pleasure was almost too much. I was so sensitive that I felt as if I would cum the moment my pussy touched hers. Sweat beaded up on my brow as I grinded myself against her, a soft whine escaping my lips as I felt myself getting close.
We were making a mess, but neither of us cared. Our bodies moved together, her legs shaking as she came against me. I thought for sure I wouldâve cum first.
âOh god, detka, your pussy feels so good.â
I bit my lip and let go, cumming all over both of us. I couldnât believe the intensity of the orgasm I had just had. I fell back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling as I panted softly.
âDone already?â Wanda teased and I let out a breathy laugh.
âI just need a moment. That was intense.â
âI guess you liked mommyâs special Halloween candy.â
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â TAMED
PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY â You're a cat lover and Feyd-Rautha reminds you of one. You want him and you believe you can tame him.
REQUEST â (1)
AUTHORâS NOTE â This is not exactly what the request was about but it includes Feyd having to deal with his wife's pet (I chose a cat because I'm a cat person myself). You see, I was a bit tired of my Readers being afraid and scared and I was also tired of the arranged marriage trope, which is one of my favourites, but everyone needs a break, huh? đ
WARNINGS â harm to animals mentioned, brief mentions of Feyd's traumatic past, Reader being absolutely spoiled
WORD COUNT â 4,230
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
TAMED
âI want him,â you announced as you put your binoculars down and your lips curled into a smirk.
Your parents looked at each other, confused. You were in the stands as the guests invited to watch Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnenâs gladiator fight. It was his birthday and his uncle made sure all the leaders of the befriended worlds were watching the display of violence and power. The display that made your parents absolutely terrified but you⊠You were amazed and aroused. The way young Feyd-Rautha defeated his enemies was like a brutal dance; a raw ritual. He was a feral feline and you were known to be a cat lover.
âExcuse me?â Your father asked.
âI want him. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,â you repeated without even looking at him. Your eyes were focused only on the man in the arena who was raising his knife in a gesture of victory.
âThese people are insane,â your mother hissed.
âYou keep telling me itâs time for me to find a husband. I want him,â you pouted. You were determined â but not desperate.
âI can talk to Baron Harkonnen. But I am sure he would rather marry his nephew and heir to one of the Imperial Princesses,â your father informed you as your mother gasped at his words. She opposed the idea of this match completely.
âI understand,â you nodded. âJust do whatever it takes so if you fail, I will know you couldnât possibly do more.â
He reluctantly agreed as he squeezed your cheek as if you were still a little girl. But perhaps it was a good thing that in his eyes you still were one. Because he would do anything to make you happy and fulfil your every whim.
You spotted your father talking to Baron Harkonnen during his nephewâs birthday party but you didnât want to just stand in the corner and wait for the men to make decisions in your name. Despite your motherâs protests, you approached Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and bowed slightly in sign of respect. He tilted his head, reminding you of a curious cat. You giggled and he squinted his eyes.
âNa-Baron, I couldnât wait to meet you in person after seeing you fight in the arena,â you admitted.
âLady (Y/N),â he greeted you coldly. âI wouldnât expect such interests from a lady like you.â
âAnd I expected you would know more about the female nature,â you teased him and visibly angered him although he was trying to be on his best behaviour around guests. âDonât you know that ladies love violence? The interesting ones at least,â you shrugged your arms.
âI donât care what ladies like,â he answered. âI always get what I want either way.â
âIâm sure you do,â your eyes sparkled at a possibility of being one of the things he would want to claim for himself.
Most noble women were scared and disgusted after hearing all the stories about Feyd-Rautha and his sexual appetite, his psychotic nature. They would approach him only when needed and tried to stay away as far as possible. You were the very rare breed of women who would actually take interest in him and that intrigued him as he looked you up and down.
You gave him one last smile and walked back to your worried mother who was about to scold you for your reckless behaviour. However, for the rest of the night you kept glancing at the young na-baron and he was looking back.Â
When you left the party, earlier than most people, you made sure to announce loud and clear that you were about to retire to your chambers. Then you looked deep into his eyes and walked out, followed by a servant. You dismissed her when you were in the guest wing and you continued your journey alone and as slow as possible.
You looked around but Feyd-Rautha seemed not to be following you. At least you could not see nor hear him and for a moment you thought you failed. After all, you were not a skilled seductress, you only did what your heart was telling you to do â your heart and your experience with the animals you loved the most. Cats.
And just like a cat and a skilled assassin that he was, Feyd silently emerged from the darkness when you were just about to open the doors leading to your bedroom. He was standing right behind you and his ominous presence sent a shiver down your spine.
âWhat are you doing, na-baron?â You swallowed thickly and shivered.
âDonât pretend,â he whispered in his raspy voice. âYouâre not the first spoiled noble lady who wants to use me for pleasure,â he told you. âWhat is it? Are you bored? Or engaged to an awful lord and you ant to find out what itâs like to have fun before you are forced to spend the rest of your life with him? Honestly, I donât care,â he admitted and turned you around to face him. His touch was rough and for a second you genuinely felt scared when he trapped you between the doors and his muscular body.
The way he was staring down at you felt as if he was penetrating your soul. Only that his eyes were empty. He was gazing into you but you couldn't gaze back because he didnât have a soul. There was an endless coldness in his pupils. And so much pain.
âItâs a misunderstanding,â you whispered, almost inaudibly, as the tips of your noses brushed against each other. âI am not one of those women. The only man who can take me will be my husband,â you tried to sound convincing and stern but with a small dose of innocence. He blinked slowly, surprised by your confession.
âI thought you wanted me to follow you,â he insisted.
âNo,â you lied. âI was only looking at you because I find you interesting,â you looked down. âBut itâs sad what youâve just told me, my Lord,â you added.
âWhy?â Feyd was confused as he took a step back.
âI donât know⊠I just think youâre so much more than a toy to use for pleasure,â you looked up again to meet his gaze. âI donât think you should let those ladies treat you like that. I know you keep telling yourself you like it but itâs not you always getting what you want. Itâs them always getting what they want until there is nothing left of you, is it not, na-baron?â You batted your eyelashes and he took another step back, like a predator realising that the prey he had caught was poisonous. âGood night, my Lord⊠and happy birthday,â you gave him a soft smile and disappeared behind the doors leading to your bedroom.
You couldnât sleep all night, clutching on the bedsheets and hoping for the best outcome. In the morning your father told you that The Baron was slowly starting to like the idea of your marriage union with his nephew. Apparently, he changed his mind after a conversation with Feyd-Rautha in the early morning.
âI hope you know what youâre doing,â your father warned you at the sight of your wide smile.
âOh, papa, I always do,â you assured him, already excited about your new pet kitty.
You stayed on Giedi Prime for a month for the courting process but Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had the privilege of being able to call off the engagement at any moment. That, however, did not happen. He was growing more and more fond of you each day. You were watching him train and walking all around the fortress as he was telling you about his familyâs history and culture. You were the most fascinated by the war stories and weapons, always eager to learn more. Always eager to let him steal a kiss here and there, let his hands wander but always stepping back when it would get too heated. You didnât want him to use you and then discard you. No, he had to be patient for the real reward. Just like cats would lose interest if you let them catch the mouse too quickly.
What you noticed about him, though, was how much he avoided the intimate physical touch. He didnât mind his opponents striking him or choking him, violating his body in any way, really. But the delicacy was making him flinch and startle to the point of aggression. He wouldnât lash out at you but he would do that often at the servants. When it was you trying to caress him, he was clenching his jaw and shooting you a deadly glance. The more you knew about him, the more convinced you were that he was just a cat in a human form.
When a month passed, you were scared he would send you away. But instead of doing so, he sent a tailor and a bunch of servants to your room. It was time for you to make all the required fittings for your wedding dress. You sent out the invitations, too. And in the letter addressed to your parents, you mentioned all the things you wanted them to bring you to Giedi Prime.
One of them was your favourite kitty Mephisto.
On the first day of your marriage you were unpacking the boxes from home as Feyd was sitting up in bed and watching you. It was the only day he allowed himself to skip the daily training as the activities between a husband and a wife could count as one, too. However, you required a break and wanted to finally reunite with your favourite items⊠and your favourite pet.
Feydâs eyes widened at the sight of a hairless cat in the arms of the servant girl.
âWhat is that monstrosity?â He asked you.
âThatâs Mephisto! My cat!â You took him from the girlâs arms and cuddled him. âOh, mummyâs been missing you, baby,â you cooed to him and he started to purr.
âYou canât be serious, wife,â Feyd moved closer to inspect the creature with his eyes. Mephisto hissed and you giggled. âThat is a cat?â
âYouâve never seen one?â You asked.
âI have. But not like that. Itâs ugly,â Feyd scrunched his nose.
âWhy ugly?â You gasped and held Mephistoâs head lovingly as if you were protecting him from your husbandâs harsh words.
âCats have fur. This one is soâŠâ
âBald?â You teased and he closed his mouth, realising the irony. âI have plenty of cats back home but I was aware I couldnât bring them all here. I chose Mephisto because he is my favourite. We had tough beginnings. He didnât trust me and he was scratching me a lot. Heâs a mean-mean baby,â you leaned in to kiss the cat and Feyd winced as he found it disgusting.
âDo whatever but I donât want this creature in my chambers,â Feyd stated.
âYouâre insane! Mephisto will never leave these chambers. I donât want him to get lost or hurt in the fortress. Also, he always sleeps with me,â you protested.
Feyd took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
âIf he scratches one thing⊠I will throw him out of the balcony door,â he threatened.
âIf you do that, I will never speak to you again. And certainly I wonât ever share the bed with you, husband. Mephisto is like a child to me. You canât threaten me this way. It does nothing but anger me,â you pointed out and cuddled the cat. âAw, Mephisto, look, daddyâs angry.â
âI am not this thingâs⊠father,â Feyd drawled through gritted teeth as he stood up to put a robe on. âAfter all, I think I will go train today.â
âThen go,â you shrugged your arms. âI will cuddle with Mephisto in the meantime because I havenât seen him in a month.â
Feyd shot you an angry glance.
âYouâre not jealous, are you?â You looked up as that sudden realisation hit you.
âNo,â he snorted. âOf this thing? Please,â he sneered at you and left the chambers.
âWe have lots of work with your new daddy, Mephisto,â you chuckled to the kitty and kissed its head. He meowed at you.
Feyd-Rautha absolutely despised your cat. He hated that you allowed that creature to sleep in bed with you and you were always holding him in your arms. When Feyd was working on paperwork â which he hated â Mephisto would often jump on his desk and bother him. Many times when you were out of the room, Feyd had the urge to grab the creature and throw it out of the balcony or even snap its neck but when he actually extended his hands to catch the cat, the urge disappeared.
First of all, he didnât want to hurt you. And that was a brand new feeling for him because never before had he cared about someoneâs feelings like that. And second of all, the moment the cat was in his arms, Mephisto would start to purr and rub his head on Feydâs hand or chest. Even though at first he found it disgusting, he quickly started to enjoy it. There was something comforting in the catâs touch. It was not human and yet so pure. As time passed, he was allowing Mephisto to nap on his lap as he worked on the papers. Of course he would quickly put the cat away whenever someone was coming. He didnât want anyone to see him so weak.
But he was jealous of the cat, too. He was jealous of the kisses and attention he was getting. The belly rubs and scratches behind the ear. The way Mephisto would curl up and sleep on your chest. Feyd craved it from you, too, but he didnât know how to allow himself to ask for it. It would be humiliating, he thought, but also dangerous. He wanted to trust you but he was not able to. And whenever you tried to touch him gently, he was haunted by the memories he didnât want to remember. He didnât cuddle you at night and he didnât allow you to do the same. While performing the marital duties, he had a feeling they would be even better if he allowed himself a little gentleness but he just couldnât let his guard down. Not even around you.
For a long time, Mephisto was the only creature that saw the soft side of your husband. When they were alone in your chambers, Feyd would let him not only nap on him but he would also carry him in his arms and pet him. Sometimes he was starting fights for the cat to scratch and bite him and for Feyd it was great fun. They created a bond that you had no idea about. You kept thinking that your husband despised Mephisto and he didnât mind you thinking this way.
So, when you spotted a scratch on Feydâs desk one day, you panicked. You quickly covered it with a few papers laying aside and fixed your hair right before your husband walked inside the chambers that afternoon.
âWhat are you doing here so early?â You asked as he squinted his eyes at you, suspiciously.
âI have to work on the papers, answer some stupid letters,â Feyd sighed and approached you. He put his hands on your waist and inspected your suspicious face. âIs everything alright, wife?â He asked.
âYes, my dear, perfectly fine,â you faked a smile. âI have to go and work on the preparations for the event next week,â you reminded him and he nodded before leaning in to give you a possessive kiss. He would give you them a few times a day to remind you to whom you belonged. Not that you minded. After all, you had been wanting this from the moment you had seen him in the arena.
âSee you later, then, wife,â Feyd sat by the desk and your heart skipped a beat when you spotted him picking up one of the papers you had used to cover the scratch with. However, he didnât seem to notice the damage done to his desk. You sighed with relief and left the chambers, hoping that Feyd would continue to be blind when it came to that scratch.
But when you came back to your bedroom two hours later, it was empty. You didnât expect to see Feyd because he had his other duties to perform on that day. What worried you was the fact you couldnât find your cat. After crawling all over the floor like a madwoman, trying to see if he was not hiding under any furniture, you just burst into tears in the middle of the carpet. You were sure that Feyd had spotted the scratch and gotten rid of your cat. After all, he had threatened to do so on the very first day of your marriage.
You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your forehead on them as you sobbed, hugging yourself. You could only blame yourself. Your parents had been warning you about the Harkonnens but you still wanted a man like Feyd-Rautha as your husband. Hoping to tame him as it would boost your spoiled ego even further to do that. And now your innocent little kitty was a victim of his fury. Was Mephisto still alive? You hoped so. But even if⊠how would he survive on Giedi Prime? He would not. And you would not either without him. He was your anchor.
You didnât want to complain about your husbandâs homeplanet because you chose him to be your husband yourself. And some part of you loved him â even though at the moment you werenât so sure anymore â but it was not a friendly place. And it was not pleasant. It was cold and scary and colourless. Mephisto was reminding you of home. Of your other kittens, of your parents, of the real sunlight. He was also letting you love him like your husband would never do. And he was loving you back⊠unconditionally. And now he was gone. Your little baby.
You couldnât tell for how long you had been sobbing like this. It could be hours. When Feyd came back to your chambers, he froze at the sight of you in such a position on the carpet.
âWhat happened, wife?â He asked as he stood above you. You didnât answer, too angry at him. He sighed and crouched down to be on your level. âAre you hurt?âÂ
âYes, I am,â you finally looked at him, furiously. He seemed to be surprised. âI am hurt by what you have done. And now youâre going to pretend that you donât know what Iâm talking about, right? Go to hell. I hate you,â you snapped and hid your face again.
âI donât understand. Can you explain this to me?â He asked, slowly, trying not to snap back at you.
âMephisto! You got rid of him!â You sobbed.
âWhat? I have notâŠâ He stuttered and put his arms on your shoulders to make you look up again. So you did but you were as angry as before.
âDonât lie to me. You hated that cat and you just threw him away because he scratched your desk. Congratulations, Feyd-Rautha, you got rid of an innocent animal, you won with a sinless little baby; my baby. Are you proud of yourself? Was it a satisfying victory to hurt a little kitty?â
Feyd didnât answer, he was staring at you as if you were crazy.
âIt really feels as if you killed my baby,â you told him. âAnd I will never forgive you.â
âWhat are you talking about? I didnât touch him. What happened?â Feyd shook your arms.
âHeâs not here. I donât know what youâve done to him but heâs not here,â you sniffled.
âI didnât do anything!â He protested.
âI donât believe you!â You moved back, you hated to feel his touch on you. You clumsily stood up and curled on the bed. âI donât want to see you. Go away. I wanted to love you but youâre rotten to the core. Youâre just evil. Unlovable,â you muttered.
You couldnât know how hurtful your words were. But Feyd didnât blame you because you couldnât know his true feelings. And he focused more on Mephisto anyway. He was worried about the kitty, too. So, after a while of staring at you without a word, he put his hand on his hip and looked around, as if he would magically find the cat. He even looked under the bed as your sobs filled the room.
Without a word, Feyd left the bedroom and you hugged your own arms as the pillow under your head was getting wet from your tears.Â
It was dark already and you were half asleep when the doors opened again. It brought you back from the state of slumber but you felt too hopeless to even lift a hand to turn on the light. You recognised Feydâs silhouette approaching you so you decided to ignore him completely. Nothing could fix this damage. Never.
You felt him sitting on the edge of the bed while turning the bedside lamp on. You squinted your eyes at the sudden brightness.
âI found him,â Feydâs whisper made your eyes open as you sat up rapidly, utterly shocked at the sight of Mephisto in your husbandâs arms.
âWh-what?â You asked. At first, your sleepy and foggy brain refused to believe that the cat was really your Mephisto.
âHe was hiding in the dungeons,â Feyd explained. âI searched through the whole fortress to find him. Hired half of the guards to help me. My uncle found it hilarious,â Feyd handed you the kitty and you sobbed out of relief. Mephisto was stinking but he was alive and healthy. You hugged him tight to your chest. âOne of the servants was not cautious enough and left the doors ajar when she was cleaning here.â
âWhich one?â You asked, angrily.
âIt doesnât matter. I have dealt with her already,â Feyd assured you and you nodded.
You suddenly began to feel guilty for the way you had treated your husband before. Now, when Mephisto was back in your arms and it was all thanks to FeydâŠ
âI didnât expect you to care so much,â you admitted, not wanting to look up and meet his gaze. Your hands focused on caressing the cat. âThat you didnât want me to be sad.â
âYouâre my wife of free choice. I donât want my wife to be sad,â Feyd nodded. âAnd I wanted the cat back,â he added. You eventually looked up at him, surprised by his confession.
âYou hate him,â you reminded him.
âNot at all,â Feyd smirked nervously and you didnât say anything to that. You had no idea that he actually liked the cat. You still had a lot to learn when it came to the ways in which your husband would show his affection.
âI was cruel to you,â you whispered. âI am sorry.â
âYou had your reasons to be,â he only said. âAnd you were not wrong about me.â
âI was,â you moved to the side gently, making a space in bed for him to lay there, too.
So he did, without a word. And one of his hands actually caressed Mephistoâs head. The cat began to purr and you realised they had already had a bond that you had just not noticed before.
Hesitantly, you dared to raise one of your hands, too. You gently brushed Feydâs forehead and then his cheek. He didnât startle this time and you happily began to explore every curve of his beautiful face with your fingertips.
âYouâre funny,â you giggled and he looked up, curiously. âYouâre the scariest Harkonnen but youâre also the prettiest,â you admitted and he blushed a little. You had never expected to see him blush. âAnd look at you, you allow me to touch you.â
âIt feels good when you do that,â Feyd closed his eyes just like Mephisto had his own pair shut close. You swore, if your husband was an actual animal, he would start purring under your touch.
You felt proud of yourself to tame him. You had known from the moment you had seen him that you would succeed. But it was not the pride that made your heart swell. It was love. There was something about Feyd-Rautha that just made you want to treat him like a kitty, too. Scratch him behind his ear and let him sleep on your chest. Most ladies would call you insane for that but you knew him in a way they would never know him. You leaned in to place a kiss upon Mephistoâs forehead and then you did the same to Feyd-Rautha.
âIâm sorry I have doubted you,â you whispered to him. âYou would never hurt me, am I right?â
He only hummed in response, moving even closer to your body. You smiled to yourself.
âI have tamed you, husband, have I not?â
But he didnât reply. He was already asleep, snoring lightly. You had never seen his face so relaxed and carefree before. He didnât have to say anything for you to know the answer.
And as much as you loved Mephisto like your own little baby⊠You had a new favourite pet now.
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Feyd-Rautha x Concubine!reader
Summary: A diplomat from Caladan wants to borrow you for the night. Feyd doesn't take that very well. Requested by @midnight-serendipity
Words: 2700
Notes: cursing, mentions of smut (a little), gore, blood, death, typos.
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Feyd breathed Hatred.Â
He bled Hatred.Â
When he killed, Hatred controlled his movements. Like a parasite in the brain, Hatred determined the thrust of his blade, how deep it sunk into an enemyâs gut, and the degree to which he twisted the weapon before pulling it from a soon-to-be lifeless body.Â
Heâd cultivated a bond with Hatred. There was a mutual understanding of one another, he thought. But as Feyd listens to the proposition from the man sitting his opposite, Hatred slowly becomes a stranger.
Turns out Hatred has a claiming side, a how-dare-you-look-at-whatâs-mine side, and from that, Feyd realizes he never knew Hatred, not truly. Because this feelingâwhatever it isâhas revealed that Hatred is more potent than he initially believed.
âYou want to what?â Feyd grits out through clenched teeth.Â
âThereâs no need to get upset,â the man chuckles; a diplomat from Caladan sent on behalf of Duke Atreides who came to Giedi Prime to reinforce treaties and trade agreements with the Baron. Others were sent from their respective planets, but he is by far much bolder than the rest when it comes to stepping out of bounds.
âI'd give you something in return,â Nolasâthatâs his name. Feyd could barely care to rememberâcontinues. âWhatever you like. I just want her for the night. Something to make the long trip here worthwhile and the trip back more bearable.â
âYou think my concubine can be bought?â
âAll concubines can be bought,â he says. âAt the very least, borrowed.â
If so, then you are a concubine of untraditional nature. You are not shareable. You cannot be divvied up amongst the group so each may enjoy their slice; not as long as Feyd lives. And should he not live, for reasons foreseen or not, he long ago requested that your life be ended as well. That way you could be together. That way no man could ever have you.Â
The thought of anotherâs hands on you sets fire to Feydâs veins, threatening to burn his pale skin from the inside out. His heavy brow dips forward to darken the light hue of his irises. He stands and crosses the bridge between his seat and the one occupied by the older, pudgy man, looming over him to the point that Nolas must tilt his head back so their eyes can meet.Â
âI will not be giving you mine,â Feyd growls. âNot for anything you could offer.â
Nolas huffs. âNow be reasonabââÂ
Feyd fists his fingers into the collar of Nolasâs jacket, twisting tightly and yanking upward until Nolas chokes from the constricting fabric pressing into his windpipe.Â
âLet me be perfectly clear,â Feyd spits, leaning forward. He opens his mouth to continue, but just as his next words are ready to leap from his tongue, something odd takes root in Nolasâs vile eyes. Odd, because it is not fear.
The bulk of Feydâs skills lies in his ability to incite fear, whether through words, or battle, or presence, and with the exception of his uncle, fear has successfully struck the core of any soul who has crossed his path. Civilians, servants, his brother, his mother, even you have not been spared, but the man in his grasp is not cowering. He is not trembling. He is not soaking in the vulnerability of the position he is in where Feyd could snap his neck in a half-second. Instead, he holds the spearing gaze of the youngest Harkonnen. Matches it, even.
Feyd sinks his teeth into his boiling rage and forces it to overpower the shock that has slipped in. âYou will not get within fifty feet of her. You talk to her, you surrender your tongue. You touch her, you lose a finger. You look at her, Iâll take an eye and it can sit alongside the rest of my trophies.â
A smirk touches Nolasâs face, practically undetectable before it is gone, and suddenly Feyd feels it. That loss of control. He feels Nolas penetrate his skull and weave spindly tendrils through his brain, poking and prodding for Feydâs secrets. And then thereâs a moment; a moment when Feyd nearly stumblesâthe moment Nolas latches on to the one thing Feyd can not afford to have known by anyone other than himself.Â
The smirk returns. âOf course, na-Baron,â oozes off of Nolasâs slimy tongue. âI wouldnât dare lay a hand on the woman you love.â
With another half-twist, the collar tightens, blocking the blood from leaving Nolasâs face. Heâs cherry redâor at least what Feyd imagines is cherry red based on your descriptionâand he thinks with a few more turns of his fist, he could get Nolasâs head to pop right off his shoulders and tumble onto the floor.Â
âWhat are you doing!â Rabban snaps, stomping toward the duo. He rams his hand against Feydâs chest, but despite being forced back a step, he does not release the diplomat. He does not blink, fingers transmuting to steel as Rabban works to pry them open. âUncle wants him alive for tonight!â
Feyd doesnât care about tonight. He doesnât care for some party announcing his uncleâs plans for the future. He does not care that this man, this worm, is considered a vital messenger. Send a fucking letter.Â
Rabban whips out a small blade and slashes downward, nicking Feydâs knuckles. It stings but livens the rush of his blood. His heart pounds harder, teeth gritting and cracking.Â
âFeyd!â
Nolasâs eyes begin to redden, threadlike veins almost glowing. No air exits his nostrils and just as he finally wraps his hands around Feydâs wrist, yanking and jerking to free himself, the tension in the fabric snaps.Â
Nolas gasps for air, falling forward and revealing the clean slice down the back of his jacket collar. Feydâs head turns to Rabbanâs disgusted glare.Â
His brother sheathes his knife. âYouâd defy our uncleâs orders?â
Feyd glances back at Nolas, who has yet to recover, before spinning on his heel and leaving.
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âAre you embarrassed of me?â you ask, your attention focused on the precise wrapping of bandage tape around Feydâs knuckles as you sit beside him on the bed. âIs that why you donât want me to go tonight?â
âYes,â Feyd grumbles. No, his mind snaps back at him, and he huffs.Â
Your arrival on Giedi Prime birthed a conscience within himâa conscience that exists solely for your sakeâand because he often fucks up when it comes to you and your feelings, it never shuts up. Youâre hurting her. Look at her. Do you not see that devastation? He does, and little pinpricks nip at the organ in his chest.Â
You lightly nod as you mutter a pathetic, âOh.â
With a hefty sigh, Feyd says, âItâs for your protection.â There! Better!
Fingers pause their work and your head shoots up to meet his eyes, a small smile curving your lips.Â
âOh,â you repeat. Thereâs a hint of excitement in your tone, a glint in your bright irises that causes Feydâs cheeks to warm.Â
You rip the used tape from the rest of the roll and set it aside, and then that smile disappears. âWait, protection from what?â
âIt doesnât matter. Youâre safe if youâre not there tonight.â
You hum, and from that hum alone, Feyd knows exactly whatâs running through your mind.Â
âAnd my safety is very important to you, is it?â you ask, lifting the skirts of your dress so it doesnât catch under your knees as you move to straddle his hips.Â
Feyd rolls his eyes. His hands settle on your waist. âDonât get ahead of yourself,â he mildly scolds.Â
You lean into his body until he falls back onto the mattress, your chest pressed to his chest, your face hovering above his.Â
âI donât know,â you tease as your fingertip skims over his bottom lip. âIâm starting to think you might like me more than you let on.â
âThink what you want,â he says, turning his head to the side and severing the taut band connecting your gazes.Â
You chuckle and grip his chin, demanding he look at you again. âFine, I will,â you whisper before inching your lips closer until they ghost over his. âI think you like me.â
You give him another feather-dusting of a kiss but itâs not enough. Never enough. Feyd growls, burying his hand into the strands of your hair to hold your head still so he can claim your lips in the devouring manner he desires.Â
When you moan, he wraps his arm snuggly around your waist. When you suck on his tongue, his cock flinches in his pants and he involuntarily thrusts upward between your spread legs.Â
Your responsive yelp is a drug. Addicting. So different from the yelps he expected to receive from you after heâd chosen you as his concubine. Heâd gone into the situation wanting any noise your delicate throat could make to be a product of the pain he intended to inflict upon you, but when heâd taken you that first night, that yelp was of pleasure. Heâd hit a particularly sweet spot inside of you and was instantly overcome with a desperate need to hear it again and again and again.Â
You pull your lips apart from his. Your gentle pants fan his face. He brushes your loose locks behind your ear.Â
âPromise me youâll stay in the room,â he says.Â
âI promise.â
â
Heâs gone. Feyd took his eyes off the bastard for one second, and now heâs gone. Itâs not as if Nolas will be capable of finding youâheâs not familiar with the fortressâs layout enough to know which room youâre in and you swore you wouldnât so much as peek through a crack in the doorâbut still, a sense of dread stiffens Feydâs limbs. Nolas has no reason to be outside of this room. He has no reason to be doing anything but drinking his fill and mingling with the others of his station. And yetâŠ
âDid you hear me, brother?â Rabbanâs voice intrudes upon Feydâs third scan of the room. Heâs not here. Heâs not fucking here.Â
âBrotherââ
âNo,â Feyd snaps before descending the short staircase.Â
He snakes through the crowd toward the main doors of the vast room. Theyâre wide, tall, loud when opened and closed, and itâs impossible Nolas couldâve snuck out without Feydâs notice.Â
âWhereâs the Caladanian?â Feyd demands of the guards posted on either side of the door.Â
âNo one has attempted to leave, my Lord,â one says.Â
Feydâs brow pinches. The only remaining exit is a side door specifically designed to blend with the wall. The fortress is speckled with similar doors, all of which connect to an inner walkway that servants and guards use to get around the massive structure quickly when needed.Â
âCome with me,â Feyd instructs, receiving a curt nod in return.Â
Feydâs body traces the wall until he reaches the door. He pushes it open and slips inside, the guard on his heels. The noise of the room fades with every step down the corridor and at each new unexpected sound, his head cocks, his ear reaching for the source.Â
Then he hears it.Â
âYour na-Baron offered you to me,â travels through the wall separating him from the paralleling hallway.
And then your sweet voice. âOffered? N-No, Feyd wouldnât.â
Youâre right there, right on the other side of the thin barrier, but he canât reach you. Youâre trying to remain calm but youâre scared, Feyd knows it, and as he starts to rush to the next closest door, he begs that you keep the bastard at bay just a little longer.Â
Once he shoves through the door into the hall, your voice comes in much clearer, but all sight of you is blocked by Nolasâs breadth and height.Â
âHe wouldnât give me away,â you say.Â
Nolas chuckles. âHe hasnât, sweetheart. Iâm simply borrowing you for a little.â
âThatâs notâhey, donât touch me!â
Feyd bursts into the embodiment of fury. Everything goes red. He feels red; he sees red; he tastes and smells and hears red. His vision pulses to his heartbeatâs rhythm. He craves the death of his enemy. To have blood coat his tastebuds. To absorb the scent of freshly drawn iron.Â
Feydâs ears pound with pressure and he worries it will muffle the beautiful screams of his victim, but to his great pleasure, as his blade is stuffed into a meaty back, the screams come in loud and clear in perfectly pitched notes that echo down the hall.
The body collapses, knees slamming into stone flooring.
âFeyd,â you whimper.Â
âI told you to stay in our room,â he says lowly, not sparing you a glance as his knife momentarily leaves the body to reenter at the spot where neck meets shoulder. Blood sputters from lips, adorning your dress with a sprinkling of rubies.
âOne of the servants said you needed me and Iââ
âTake her back,â Feyd orders his guard. âNow.â
âYes, my Lord.â
âFeyd!â you cry, tripping over your skirt as you struggle to keep pace with the guard dragging you around the corner.Â
Itâs better this way. If youâre gone, he can give his undivided attention to the paling body and the scarlet puddle spreading beneath it.Â
âYou donât listen,â Feyd says, coming to the front of his victim who is impressively still sitting upright.Â
Thereâs a whimper, another lovely song before Feyd pries open the mouth, digs between a row of teeth, and pinches the tongue with two fingers. He pulls it as far as it can be pulled and then lops it clean off with his knife. It lands on the floor with a wet slap. The fingers followâall tenâamputated from now lifeless hands. And then the eyes, plucked free from the skull with ease. One of them rolls a fair distance after being tossed aside. The other he keeps.
Feyd steps back to stare upon death at its purest; a flawless display of cause and effect, of crime and punishment.Â
âI told you what would happen,â he says.Â
He doesnât get a response.Â
â
Itâs late when Feyd returns to you. He spent the last few hours explaining his role in the ending of a diplomatâs life. He was careful with his words. He had to be. If his uncle knew he killed in defense of his concubine, it would introduce a plethora of complications. No one can know just how far he would go for his woman lest he put you further at risk and open himself up to manipulation. And he canât have that.Â
Feyd expels a relieved sigh at finding you tucked under the sheets. Youâre on your side, a palm between your cheek and the pillow.Â
He moves to take a seat on the edge of the mattress. As he runs his hand over your hair, your eyes open.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks, and you nod.Â
âA servant came to the room, said you needed me,â you tell him. âI was led to that man instead of you. I wasnât trying to go against what you asked of me.â
âI know,â Feyd says. âThe servant was paid. Someone witnessed the exchange.â He watches a flash of shock and pain travel across your irises. âHeâs dead now. They both are.â
You swallow, biting into your lip as your eyes and mind briefly drift elsewhere. Feyd waits for you to come back, and once you do, you look up at him and nod in acceptance.Â
âWill you come to bed now?â you ask. âPlease? I can't sleep without you.â
âYou were asleep when I came in.â Your head shakes.Â
In all fairness, you haven't spent a single night apart since he got you, and he doesnât view it as clinginessâitâs more his decision than yoursâbut rather an expression of how much you want him near. And he likes being wanted. Itâs different. Foreign. Nice. The both of you need it. Tonight, perhaps, more than ever.
Feyd stands and peels off his layers of clothes, then goes to the other side of the bed to slide under the covers. You flip over, nestling yourself against him and resting your head on his bicep.
âI thought you didn't want me anymore,â you whisper. âI thoughtââ
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âDon't think,â he says. âYou're mine; you know that.â He presses a kiss to your hairline. âI don't share you.â
And may fate have mercy on anyone who suggests otherwise.
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Would you plssss write something about dom Jace but also dom reader?? Even if sheâs one of slocents daughters and comes to dragon stone as she believes Rhanerya to be the true queen so sheâs being held prisoner atm while they decide her fate. Her and Jace have always had a thing for eachother but heâs so angry about being left in the dark and he takes it out on her (respectfully). Like they have that hot intense sex ??? Maybe theyâre arguing before so itâs a bit of enemies to lovers?? I just need some rougher sex with Jace!! He was looking too good this season and the way he was quite sassy and strong willed was so fucking hot
this is so hot?????? girl i donât get nearly enough jace requests
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pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
warnings: dacryphilia, smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex
ââââââ ⟠ââââââ
It started when you were children. Your brothers, Aegon and Aemond, often teased Jacaerys and Lucerys for their dark hair. In return, Lucerys tormented Aemond about the eye he had cost him. There was always tension, and always an unspoken competition of which line was the legitimate succession to the Iron Throne.
Your sister, Heleana, stayed out of the fighting. You oftentimes tried to stick by her side, both desperate to avoid the fighting, as did Jacaerys. Despite the hostility between your family members, you and Jacaerys always tried to get along.
As he grew up, he began to come into his own, but was still very much second to his mother. He became more and more handsome as he aged. You were nearly the same age, so you had the privilege of watching him grow, and he had the same for you.
Your mother vied for your brother, Aegon, to succeed your father, Viserys I. Rhaenyra, Jaceâs mother and the daughter of Viserys, maintained her claim. When Viserys passed, your mother placed Aegon on the throne, and Rhaenyra took residence in Dragonstone with her children.
Your mother preached the importance of the family sticking together in support of Aegon, but in truth, you knew she was delusional. Viserys never faltered on his decision to have Rhaenyra succeed him, and Aegon was unfit to rule. Your mother had a subconscious belief that if she assisted in upholding the patriarchy, it would in turn reward her. You knew that so long as she was a woman, it wouldnât.
Rhaenyra, however, was Viserysâs first born and the rightful heir to the throne. She was level-headed and peaceful, like her father, and you knew in your heart that she was the true queen.
So you left Kingâs Landing.
There was nothing for you there. You seldom got along with your family, and even Heleana was preoccupied with Aegon and their children. The only member of your family you truly cared for was Jacaerys. You wanted to be on the right side of history, and that meant standing behind Rhaenyra in this baseless war.
Jacaerys, however, remained perpetually angry with you. He expected you to make your allegiance to Rhaenyra known the moment Aegon was put on the throne. He assumed you stood with Aegon when you didnât, and thought you were therefore against him and his mother, and he was hurt and angered by that belief.
In the earliest hours of the morning, you mounted your dragon, departing your childhood home before your mother could awaken and attempt to stop you.
You arrived in Dragonstone shortly after, and were met with members of the Kingâs Guard, led by Daemon, as you arrived.
âBold move, arriving on dragonback unannounced,â Daemon spoke as you jumped off the saddle, âI could have killed you and your dragon before anyone else caught sight of you.â
âAh, but you didnât, Uncle,â you responded, pushing your wind-swept hair out of your face.
âWhat are you doing here?â he cut to the point.
âI am not here as a threat,â you started, âI am here in support of your wife and her cause.â
âAnd I am to simply believe you?â
âI would expect nothing but suspicion from the likes of you,â you said, an amused smile on your face, âbut I do not lie, Uncle. I want no part of the claims my mother or my brother make. Why else would I have come here so suddenly?â
Daemon sighed and inspected your face for a moment, deciding whether or not he trusted you. He always suspected the worst, and thought it better to be safe than sorry. He tilted his head toward the men of the guard, shouting, âkeep her in the dungeons for now. Your Queen can decide her fate.â
âDaemon-â you began to protest, but you were being dragged away within moments. You called back, âyou cannot honestly hold me prisoner as punishment for my lineage?â
Daemon called back, âyes I can, niece. I do not trust you yet.â
ââââââ ⟠ââââââ
The Black Council gathered at the usual time, everyone taking their typical seats, Jacaerys remaining standing opposite his mother across the table.
They began to discuss matters of politics and war, when Daemon chimed in, âWe also must discuss the matter of my niece.â
Jacaerys furrowed his brows in confusion.
âShe did come here of her own volition, to her credit,â Rhaenyra said, âbut you are right, we cannot be sure we can trust her.â
This discussion had clearly started previously, and without Jacaerys present.
Daemon adjusted in his chair, getting comfortable. âI had the guards take her to the dungeons for the time being, but Y/N can be very stubborn, and will not accept staying in there long. We must act quickly if this is disingenuous. It may be an infiltration from the Greens.â
âYes, well, now that she is already here, we-â
âWhat do you mean Y/N is here?â Jacaerys nearly spit out, pressing his palms to the table in front of him, leaning toward Daemon, who was nonchalantly sat in his usual council seat.
âShe arrived yesterday morn,â Daemon spoke casually, not confused by Jacaerysâs frustration, but simply not caring about it, âyour mother was out.â
Rhaenyra began to respond, âI must speak to her before taking any action, to determine if her loyalties truly lie with-â
âShe has been here for nearly two whole days and I was not informed?â Jacaerys cut her off.
Daemon lifted his head, âwhy would you need to be informed, Jacaerys?â
Jacaerys let out a huff of frustration. âI am as much a part of this council as you.â He was also frustrated because it was you, and he wished he knew the moment you arrived, but he could not let Daemon know that.
âI am the King Consort, you forget yourself. I have no obligations to brief you on matters that I do not see fit.â
Jacaerys slammed hit hands on the table. âI am the heir to the Iron Throne, Daemon. I expect to be treated as if all matters that pertain to my mother, pertain to me as well, because they do.â
âJacaerys-â Rhaenyra tried to catch his attention, but instead he diverted his frustrations to her.
âAnd where were you? She has been kept prisoner for nearly two days due to your absence.â
âMind your tongue,â Daemon warned.
Rhaenyraâs eyes remained focused on Jacaerys. âI had other matters to attend to.â
âAnd yet again you leave me in the dark, as you both did regarding Y/N.â
âIt is never my intent to insult you, Jace,â Rhaenyra said.
Jacaerys pushed himself off of the table, pacing back and forth for a moment. âLet me speak to her.â
âWho, Y/N?â Daemon asked, laughing at the thought.
âLet me handle it,â Jacaerys pleaded, ignoring Daemon as he looked to his mother for approval. His voice and posture were confident, but his eyes were desperate. All he wanted was to be involved.
âFine,â Rhaenyra waved a hand, âyou may handle it, but only because she is most likely to be truthful with you out of all of us.â
Jacaerys stood up straight, taking a deep breath and resetting his confidence. He gave his mother a nod, turning around and retreating toward the dungeons, a guard in tow.
When he arrived in front of your cell, you turned around to face him, almost shocked by the sight of him. He had grown exponentially since you last saw him, and his dark hair was now long and curly, framing his face perfectly.
âUnlock it,â Jacaerys commanded the guard, who unlocked and cracked open the door to your cell.
Jacaerys stepped into the cell, hands over the hilt of his sword as he faced you. âNow leave us.â
The guard coughed, âMy Prince, I-â
âI said leave us,â he said again, his voice heavier and more demanding the second time around.
The guard stepped away, nervously dropping the key to the cell door on the ground before he quickly retreated up the steps, leaving you alone with Jacaerys.
Jacaerys was clearly frustrated, and it had been a long time since youâd seen one another. You were unsure of what to say.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jacaerys said, his nostrils flaring as he focused on standing tall.
âAs I told my brother, I am here to support you and your family,â you stated.
âWhy am I to believe you?â Jacaerys questioned, âwhy come now? You did not think it important to decide where your loyalties lie when your mother forced a drunken usurper on the throne?â
You did not expect such hostility from him. You imagined what your meeting would be like, and this was not it. âI admit, I did not have the will to leave until recently.â
âAnd why is that?â he pressed. Was he mad at you? Was he hurt?
âI did not think myself strong enough, but I am growing rather tired of being weak.â
Jacaerys nodded a few times to himself, stepping closer to you. He went to open his mouth three times to speak, but could find no words to say each time.
You decided to break the silence, asking the question you thought stupid to ask, but you couldnât help it. âYou did not wish to see me until now?â
Jacaerys met your gaze for a moment before responding. âI was not aware you were here until mere minutes ago.â
You shifted your stance as you looked at him in confusion. âBut I have been here for nearly two days.â
âMy mother enjoys keeping me in the dark,â he explained, âI believe she assumes she is prioritizing my safety. Instead, she is simply underutilizing my talents.â
You sighed. âDo you perhaps trust me enough to let me take leave from this cell?â
âNo.â
âBut-â
Jace was frustrated by how long it took you to decide to back the Blacks, and was also no longer able to hold back his pent up frustration from his mother always leaving him in the dark and refusing to let him be proactive.
âYou took forever, did you know that? This entire time, itâs been the same two sides. You are a big girl now, youâve been more than capable of choosing a side,â he was nearly shouting now, âand instead you chose to stay with the Dowager Queen and her usurper son!â
âWhat did you expect of me?â you retorted, voice raised as well, âI left behind my life when I left Kingâs Landing! All to support what I believe is right! And yet you stand here to what, accuse me of being untruthful? Is that what you think of me, that I am simply here to act as an inconspicuous threat?â
Jacaerys stepped closer to you, his torso nearly hitting yours. He was seething in anger. âIf you were truly on my side, you should have come here the second that crown touched Aegonâs head.â
âWho are you truly mad at Jace, hm? Are you truly upset with me, or are you upset your mommy wonât let you play Prince?â you snapped back, fed up with his attitude.
âHow fucking dare you speak to me like that,â he spat, âif you truly accepted my mother as your queen, you would know to mind your tongue around the Crown Prince.â
âI will, when the Crown Prince is not being such a prick.â
Jacaerys inhaled a sharp breath, his face turning red from all the pent up anger and frustration he was eager to release. He was speechless, unable to think of a clever enough comeback.
âYouâve found your voice in my absence, havenât you, Jace?â you asked, your faces mere inches from one another. Your voice was low, almost sultry, and your tone, combined with the close proximity of your bodies, was doing something to Jace.
He felt his cock twitch in his breeches, gazing down at you.
âYou wanna prove to me your loyalty, is that it?â Jacaerys asked.
âWhatever it will take for you to believe me,â you responded.
âBend the knee.â
âAlrightâ you agreed, âlet me out of this cell, and once you take me to your mother I-â
âTo me, Y/N. Bend the knee to me.â
You looked deep into his eyes. You could see he was frustrated, both generally and sexually. You two had always liked one another, and not seeing each other for much too long only enhanced the feelings, especially now that you were both grown up.
You never broke eye contact as you slowly sank down onto your knees, both hitting the floor gently as you gazed up at him, your head only a few inches from his most sensitive area.
The sight of you on your knees in front of him was awakening something carnal within him, and the feeling was mixing with his pent up rage, making for a dangerous combination.
âYou know what to do,â he spoke.
You continued looking up at him through hooded eyes as you tugged at his breeches, but they wouldnât move until he removed his sword from around his waist, which he did quickly and swiftly. Without any obstructions, you were able to pull down all the clothing that sat on his waist, freeing his cock.
âAnd if someone decides to check on the Crown Prince?â you asked, watching Jacaerys shudder as your hand gently wrapped around the base of his length.
Jacaerys braced himself by placing a hand on the wall next to him. âI dare them to try and stop me,â he said, gripping your hair in his hand, making a fist and positioning your head in front of his tip, âopen.â
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, and Jacaerys lightly growled as he pushed your face into him, your mouth enveloping his cock as the tip immediately hit the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to act up for a brief moment.
Your hand remained on the base of his shaft, lightly stroking up and down as he continued to force your head as far as he could down his length, before allowing you to take over. He kept his fingers tangled in your hair, ready to keep you on him if you tried to leave, but he wanted to feel what you could do without his constant guidance.
You set a steady pace with your mouth, running your tongue over and around his tip every once in a while. You looked up at him, and the sight caused his cock to twitch in your mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure.
His lips parted as he involuntarily gasped and whined when you picked up the pace. You continued to look up at him, knowing it added to his arousal when he caught your gaze, his cock bumping your throat as you nearly choked around him.
âFuck,â he whispered as he began to move your head again, shifting his hips slightly to fuck into your mouth. You tried to maintain your pace, but Jacaerys wasnât having it. âStay still,â he demanded.
You put your hands on your thighs, allowing him to take over as he began to fuck your mouth. He was snapping his hips the hardest he could in a standing position.
You began to let out small chokes and moans as he hit the back of your throat at a steady, yet fast rate. You tried to focus on breathing through your nose as you constricted your throat and held your jaw open for Jacaerys to use for his pleasure.
âYou look so good on your knees for me,â he spoke through gritted teeth, pushing and pulling your head via your hair a final few times until you felt an unfamiliar, salty liquid hit the back of your throat.
You instinctively swallowed his seed. He held your jaw open as he pulled out of you, checking to ensure you swallowed everything, but you didnât understand what he was doing.
He ruthlessly shoved two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and forcing your mouth even more open. When he couldnât see or feel any more of his seed in your mouth, he sighed, âgood girl.â
âProven myself enough?â you quipped, giggling slight after your statement to demonstrate that you meant it as lighthearted.
âYour mouth may be loyal to me,â Jacaerys said, âbut thatâs not the only part of you. Get up.â
You pushed yourself up until you were at his level again, and he immediately grabbed your shoulders, swinging you around and backing you up until the back of your legs hit the cell bench. You fell into a sit, and Jacaerys stood intimidatingly over you.
âPull your dress up,â he instructed.
You began to bunch up the fabric of the dress Daemon had provided you, pulling it upward until it was at your waistline, and lifting your hips so you were no longer sitting on fabric. You jolted slightly when the flesh of your ass hit the cold bench, and Jacaerys watched in amusement.
Jacaerys tilted his head to the side as he ran a finger along the seam of your small clothes, hooking a finger under the band, pulling, and then snapping the band back onto your waist. âOff.â
You pulled them down your legs, dropping them to the floor below you. Jacaerys stared at your core for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of you, lifting both of your legs and adjusting them onto his shoulders.
Your breathing quickened, your chest rising and falling rapidly and he looked up at you, leaning closer and closer toward you. He stuck his tongue out, running it slowly between your folds, watching you sigh in pleasure at the feeling.
âHave you ever been tasted?â he asked, brimming with a confidence youâd never seen.
âNo,â you admitted.
âGood girl,â he praised, âyou really are loyal to me.â
He pressed his face to your core, his tongue swirling and circling around your clit as he sucked you, his hands holding onto your thighs for assistance with anchoring them to his shoulders.
Every so often he licked a strip from your hole to your clit, collecting all your wetness in an eager attempt to taste you.
You couldnât help but watch him. It was so erotic, seeing the boy youâve wanted like this for so long in between your legs, and looking the most handsome youâd ever seen him.
Your hand found the back of his head, holding him against you as his tongue teased your hole, slowly pushing in and curling upward against your spongy walls as you whimpered.
You completely involuntarily started to twirl strands of his hair around your pointer finger, playing with the unfamiliar length almost on instinct.
Jacaerys pulled away from you. âWhat are you doing?â he asked.
âS-sorry,â you stuttered, âcouldnât help it. I like it like this.â
âYeah?â he responded.
âMhm,â you vocalized, tugging lightly at the strands on the back of his head as he dove back into your cunt, his tongue inside of you at the same time he sucked your clit, the brand new feeling nearly overwhelming.
âFuck, Jacaerys,â you moaned.
âTell me you belong to me,â he commanded, watching your face as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.
âI- Iâm yours, Jace,â you breathed out, shaky, âa-always been y-yours.â
Your words made his cock begin to harden again, despite having already came.
Jacaerys moaned into your cunt, causing your walls to squeeze as your high approached.
âIf youâre mine, then come for me.â
His words drove you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard as your back arched and your thighs tried to clamp around his head, but he held them open as he tasted every last drop from you.
Jace ran a thumb over his bottom lip to collect any extra wetness, sucking the digit clean as he stood over you again.
âCould have had you even earlier,â he said, holding his palm out in front of your face, âif they told me you were here. Spit.â
âInto your hand?â you asked, confused by the action.
âI need something to help lubricate,â he explained, âunless you think youâre wet enough.â
His tone was intentionally taunting you, and it drove you crazy. You liked him being domineering over you.
Embarrassed, you forced the words out, âI donât think thatâs a problem.â
âNo?â he responded, ruthlessly shoving a finger into your hole, causing you to gasp as he almost immediately pulled it out and sucked it dry, âguess youâre right.â
He lined his cock up with your entrance, holding one leg flush against his waist. âCanât believe I could have had you yesterday.â
He pushed his entire length into you with one violent thrust, a strangled moan leaving your throat at the sudden intrusion. The force nearly had you crying, your hole not quite ready for his size, even with your immense wetness.
âPoor baby, is that too much? You gonna cry?â he taunted, pulling almost all the way out before pushing into you hard again, causing your body to jolt upward.
A tear ran down your cheek, and Jacaerys leaned down and licked it off of your face.
Seeing you cry reminded him of the frustration he entered the room with, and he would be damned if he didnât use the outlet right in front of him to release some of it.
He gripped your waist roughly, beginning to piston in and out of you, forcing you to adjust to his size as you went, if that was even possible.
A hand found its way around your throat, squeezing enough to only slightly obstruct your air flow as he fucked you hard. He thought about how mad at you he was, how mad at his family he was, how mad at this war he was, how good you looked underneath him- he was starting to lose control.
You whined his name as your walls began to squeeze him again, overstimulated from having just came only a few minutes ago. Jacaerys slowed down his pace exponentially, determined to make your next climax drag out.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he praised.
You simply moaned in response, his hips rutting into you at a violent pace, his pubic bone hitting your clit with every single thrust.
His hand left your throat and instead snaked around your waist, holding you at a higher angle that felt even better than before.
âJace, fuck,â you moaned.
You heard armored footsteps clang down the staircase, and within moments, a member of the guard came into view. Jacaerys turned to him, with no urgency, and no shame. He continued to fuck you as he spoke, ânot now.â
The man was caught off guard by the sight, and you tried to turn away from him and hide, but Jacaerys grabbed your jaw and forced you to keep your head straight.
When the man only took a step back and didnât fully leave, Jacaerys repeated himself. âNot. Fucking. Now.â
The man snapped out of his thoughts the second time, bowing toward Jace and retreating back up the staircase.
Jacaerys picked up the pace once the man was out of view, fucking you as fast as he possibly could.
âAlways have to fucking repeat myself,â he said, his anger growing as he dipped his head near the crook of your neck.
He spoke with each thrust, âThey Never. Fucking. Listen.â
Tears were freely falling down your face now, the intensity almost too much for you. Jacaerys lifted his head to look at you, saw you crying, and lost it.
He pulled out of you, swiftly pulling you off the bench, spinning you around, and roughly pushing you back down so that your elbows rested on the bench, your ass up and level with his hips.
He inserted himself back into you and reset his pace, snapping his hips against you as hard as he could, watching the flesh of your ass shake with each hit.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, harshly pulling until your back arched. He watched your face contort in pleasure, now that there was no hiding. Jacaerys had you completely at his mercy.
âSo fucking pretty, crying with my cock in you.â
His words caused your walls to squeeze his cock, only a few sharp thrusts away from coming.
Your second high hit you even harder than the first, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your juices lubricated Jace even more.
You would have fallen, your legs giving out, if Jacaerys didnât have such an intense grip in your hips. Feeling the weakness in your legs. he wrapped an arm around your waist and one around your chest, pulling you upward so that your back was flush against his chest.
He broke his dominance to ask you, âfuck, Y/N, where can I come?â
You sniffled and whined, âIâm yours, Jace, you can come inside of me. Please.â
âYou want me to fill you up?â he tsked, holding you tightly against him as he thrust upward, âthen beg for it.â
âI- I canât-â
âI donât like having to repeat myself,â he spat, his thrusts now long but hard, your whole body convulsing and giving out in his arms.
âPlease, Jace, please come in me, Iâm yours, I want you in me, please-â
The begging was enough to send him over the edge, and he bit down on your shoulder to quiet his groans as he came inside of you, spilling his seed deep within your walls, further marking you as his.
He held you against his body for several minutes, relishing in the feeling of you so close to him, before slowly helping you sit down on the bench.
He sat next to you, catching his breath along with you. When he was sufficiently recovered, he put his clothes back on, stood up, and held a hand out toward you.
You furrowed your brows in confusion.
âYou want out of this cell or not?â
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Beneath the White Sheets (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x Reader)
ââA/N: A simple domestic fluff turned slightly sensual hot, slightly crazy, boyfriend who canât keep his hands to himself. For my lovely anon who just wanted something less depressing than the typical hunger games fic
People are utterly stupid. At least thatâs what Coriolanus had been telling himself for the past two hours. Being made president of Panem was everything he had ever wanted and more but he couldnât stand how much conversation it involved. He could never stand to fraternize with those less intelligent than himself and that seemed fo be all this was comprised of. Though it all was worth it to come home to you.Â
You had met in school, what felt like such a long ago. Started as enemies as all good lovers do, competing to mentor the best tribute for the 10th hunger games. Yours had died before even making it to the arena, a fact Coryo never quite let you forget, or the fact that his won. But you were always quick to remind him that he cheated so it didnât count. The same small frown would appear on his face at the mention of Lucy Gray.Â
You knew they had a history, but you also knew that nobody could ever love you the way he did. On a fundamental level she would always resent who he was, how he was raised, his âkind.â You on the other hand knew what it meant to work your way up from the bottom, to have drive and passion. You were one in the same in that way, but you kept him in check, able to dull some of the red that always tinted the edges of his plans.Â
The moment he bursted in the door you knew it had been a bad day even before he started ranting.Â
âI canât BELIEVE these people, itâs like they think the world runs on expensive fabrics and tiny foods.â Coryo threw his suit jacket into the corner of the room, the white coat crumpling like a piece of paper. Running a hand through his hair he finally took the time to look at you properly.Â
His eyes raked your form, taking in the way your freshly washed locks framed your face. Your eyes were focused on him, that same worried look ever present on your face, it brought a warm flush to his cheeks. Even a year into marriage it never ceased to surprise him that everyday someone could care. That even after seeing him, the real him with skeletons in the closet, you still loved himâ still forgave him. That simple fact was enough to make the stress of the day melt from his body. Shoulders dropping just the tiniest bit, jaw coming unclenched for the first time since heâd left at six am that morning.Â
He watched as you shuffled out of bed, in that same night dress that was just sheer enough to hint at what was underneath but not enough to satisfy his desires. Your pebbled nipples poking out just enough to make him want to do nothing more than to take one into his mouth and taste the sweet comfort of home. The thought of the taste of your skin already bringing a burning desire to his mind.Â
But you could simply fuck anytime, right now was for something more pure.Â
You floated across the room and wrapped your hands around his waist, burying your face in his chest, âI missed you.âÂ
âI missed you too. I should fire everyone and replace them with you instead, youâre more intelligent that all of them combined,â he placed a greedy kiss to your lips before pulling away, âand much sexier tooâ his hot breath on your lips making you flush.Â
You allowed him to change his clothes wordlessly. Basking in the presence of your lover, Coryo doing the same. Your relationship was built on comfortable silence, if something needed to be said it would, but for now all either one of you needed was to feel the other.Â
Like a well rehearsed play you both flowed back to the bed, allowing the cool sheets and soft mattress to absorb your bodies until you met in the middle. Coryo wrapped every open limb around you until you were one. With your ear on his chest you listened to his heart beat. The rhythmic thumping grounding you, this was reality, white sheets and curly blonde hair.Â
âIâm scaredâ that statement sent chills through your body. Never had Coryo admitted to something so-- human in all the time you had known him.Â
âDo we have something to be scared for?âÂ
âThe thought of this being temporary fleets my mind often these days, that one day I will have nothing to provide to you anymoreâ The statement broke your heart. Deep down you knew he cared, even if he tried to convince himself he didnât. Yet her he was the very thought of letting you down was terrifying.Â
âI donât need anything but you,â You felt the held breath ruffle the strands of hair at the top of your head. âYou are enough Coriolanus Snow, I promised myself to you because even a poor beggar I would want nothing more in this life than youâÂ
âI have never wanted anything more than youâ The confession surprised you in a sense. You knew you were an important part of the puzzle, but Panem always seemed to come first.Â
You allowed yourself to reflect on that as you watched the sun drop below the skyline of the Capitol, a warm orangey-pink engulfing the room. Allowing yourself to relax in the strong embrace of your husband, and give in to the sleep pulling at your eyes.
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Rating primarchs based on how good of a boyfriend they would be
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Horus : 8/10
Heâs a nice guy for the most part, very charismatic and though very goal focused heâs also kind and open to those heâs closest to. Outwardly, heâs very straightforward, stern, and absolutely ruthless to his enemies. Thereâs humanity within him though, and he wonât keep his friendly, loving demeanor away from those who deserve it. Find him at a celebratory event, drunk with Sanguinius, moments in which heâs full of nothing but laughter and love for his brothers and the one who stands beside him. His love language is quality time.
Leman Russ : 4/10 (negotiable)
Though he knows love, it seems to be quite strictly familial. Heâs described often as ruthless and barbaric, naive and braggish. If you can put up with things like that, Iâm sure he would be a fine boyfriend. Similarly enough though, heâs had many women try to court him all at once, and successfully. I canât promise his loyalty if someone better looking comes along, as no one ever taught him the importance of that. Outside of the constant, lingering fear of replacement, he can have his caring and understanding moments, occasionally bringing you gifts from crusades and sieges on other planets. Maybe his loyalty to the emperor would apply to his lover too, if you tell him what it means to you. His love language is gift giving.
Ferrus Manus : 7/10
Rage is his fatal flaw if weâre being honest. Not towards you, but towards battle. Toward you I imagine he would be more straightforward and honest, though trustworthy and strong willed to make your relationship work. Loyalty will never ever ever be an issue with him, but it seems like he spends more time with war and battle than he does you. He spends time with you when he can, though, and he truly does care. Points off for his temper. He gave his brothers personalized gifts, and iâm sure he would go through many lengths to do the same for you. His love language is gift giving.
Fulgrim: 6/10
Heâs constantly trying to be perfect, and he wants whoever heâs with to be perfect too. A lot of the time, it gets to his head. He can be incredibly ignorant quite often, and isnât very considerate of your feelings. Youâre more of an idol to him, a model. Youâre human, so he sees you as perfect, something he and his people should strive to be like. Youre idealized, and under rose tinted lenses, this looks a lot like love⊠Lots of acts of service and gift giving.
Vulkan : 10/10
The only man you will ever need point blank period. Heâs patient, heâs empathetic, heâs kind, heâs humane. Heâs incredibly easy to love, and he truly is beloved. The Salamanders love you too, sometimes listening to your commands as if they were his. Youâre respected as long as youâre under his arm. He wants to understand the way humans feel, especially understand the reason they wrap their arms around each other and sleep with their bodies entwined at night. His love language is physical touch.
Rogal Dorn : 6/10
Heâs incredibly loyal, and also incredibly honest, but his seriousness can get in the way sometimes. You love him, very much, but there are times you get into petty arguments and he has to go consult Horus and Sanguinius for advice on what to do. Heâs also very reserved at times, a lot like a single dad whoâs just doing his best to keep his job and go about his day. Acts of service would be his love language.
Roboute Guilliman : 9/10
Guilliman is a great boyfriend, a great tactician, a great warrior, all of the above. The only reason iâd take a point off is because I believe he may be a little arrogant at times. He believes that his way is the right way, but heâs usually willing to listen to you and your concerns. Heâs incredibly intelligent, very sympathetic and understanding of human trials and concerns, and heâs a lot like we are modern times. I think he would look for comfort in a significant other, and his love language is likely acts of service.
Magnus the Red : 3/10
Another man that I donât recommend being with. Heâs more arrogant than Fulgrim. When I said Guilliman believes his way is the right way, Magnus takes it a step up. He thinks heâs ALWAYS right. He cares, and he means well, but heâs way too much to put up with. Highly manipulative and self absorbed, donât put yourself in that situation. He values knowledge more than he does you.
Sanguinius : 10/10
Besides the fact heâs a vampire, youâre probably the most safe with him. He genuinely cares for you and your well-being, and sleeping next to him at night with his wing draped over you is an absolute dream in a universe plagued by war. His sons may fall to their bloodthirst when theyâre on the home ship, and Sanguinius is fast to wrap himself around his human partner and protect them from any and all harm. You hold him through his sorrow every time a mass of humans or his sons lose their lives, and you watch him kneel to offer you his loyalty and unconditional love rather than you offering it to him. He gives both physical touch and words of affirmation.
Lion ElâJonson : 7/10
Of course he has his moments where he can come off as aloof and paranoid, but thatâs for the most part only on the battlefield. Outside, heâs incredibly charming and charismatic, but in a noble way. When his paranoia gets to him after an argument, he seeks out Sanguinius and Horus for advice, wanting nothing more to fix your relationship and solve whatever went wrong. He become more secretive as time goes on, but old habits die hard. I believe heâd offer acts of service.
Perturabo : 6/10
Heâs incredibly smart, but finds relating to you and your human tendencies incredibly difficult. His moods can shift and change rapidly and violently, but I believe he means you no true harm. He would never hurt you intentionally, often opting to back away and give himself space, sometimes for days. He never returns to you without a mechanically engineered gift, though, one of his design. Alongside a very gentle hug and a conversation about how you care about him, what he loves. You love him, not for his usefulness to the emperor, but for him. His love language is definitely gift giving.
Mortarion : 8/10
Heâs very confused as to why you would choose him. Heâs disgusting, an abomination, he hated everything from psykers to his oppressors, what did anything matter if he would be left to the mercy of another oppressor anyways? All thoughts he had until he met you. He was cold and hateful to you at first, untrusting, and yet you showed him kindness. You showed him kindness over and over again. For once, it wasnât just a one time thing. Youâre the only thing in this universe who sees him as more than a warlord, more than the embodiment of death itself, so for you he has a soft spot. He hates the idea of having a human curl up next to him, absorbing his warmth and disease alike⊠and yet you do. You remind him that his touch is not deadly, and he too is capable of humanity. He will be more considerate of his decisions, because for once, something matters. His love language is physical touch, because heâs been deprived for so long, youâre the only one who allows him that piece of humanity.
Lorgar : 5/10
Does he love you? Does he not? No⊠He needs you⊠Maybe he just needs space actually.He loves you, he really does, and by god he tries his best, but when youâre as impulsive and indecisive as he is, itâs hard to know sometimes. If youâre okay with it working 50% of the time, maybe more maybe less, Iâm sure youâll be fine. His love language is⊠uh⊠well?
Jaghatai Khan : 7/10
Loyal, decently humble, and a relatively peaceful man. Outside of war, he has potential to be great to you. When war is his focus, however. Expect no attention, heâs a fierce warrior and needs to focus on his allegiance to the emperor, thatâs what comes first. You follow very closely after, though! Heâs quick to praise you for the things you do well and gently remind you of a better course of action when it comes to the things you donât do too well. Acts of service enjoyer.
Konrad Curze : 2/10
DO NOT DATE THIS MAN. Konrad is a walking red flag. The self loathing, the anger, the angst, the general belief in humanity as a fallacy. Heâs also incredibly violent, and may cause you serious harm if you ever managed to anger him. Heâs a primarch, and youâre a human. Donât you dare piss him off. I donât know why anyone would realistically want that. Please continue to paint him as mean angry babygirl with a soft spot in your fics though. If you think you can fix him, you canât. The emperor already tried.
Angron : 4/10
Before his conversion to chaos, Angron wouldâve been a great boyfriend if weâre being honest. He was kind, compassionate, encouraging. He loved you when you were enslaved beside him, but once he became a primarch and lost everything, his beloved included, he became one of the most ruthless and cruel people out there until he succumbed to Khorne. He doesnât remember you. His love language was words of affirmation.
Corvus Corax : 4/10
A very melancholic and depressed primarch. Heâs very angsty and honestly a major drag to be around. He and Konrad, i feel like, would be better boyfriends to each other than either of them would be to you. Corvus isnât as violent as Konrad, but he definitely carries on the hatred, the sorrow, and the bitterness. Heâs also very sensitive, so expect to be met with either violence or a breakdown if you try to leave. 2 extra points because you may get to keep your life, his love language is words of affirmation, always followed by self deprecation.
Alpharius Omegon : 7/10
Heâs theyâre a great boyfriend to be honest, though very secretive, and that raises many questions. You donât know that there are two of them. Itâs a secret, not even one that youâre allowed to know the answer to. Alpharius is obviously the more dominant brother, the one who you think has a soft side. He doesnât. Thatâs not him, thatâs Omegon. Omegon is much more gentle, quiet, and quite honestly a little more touchy. Why? because you make him feel seen. Alpharius is used to the spotlight, so giving him every ounce of your attention feels like the usual, though he still enjoys it very much. Alpharius expresses love through acts of service and gift giving, while Omegon expresses love through words of affirmation and quality time. They make up for everything the other lacks, as long as you donât know the massive secret theyâre keeping from youâŠ
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Luffy x reader
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Luffy was known to be a selfish man. He said so himself.
1. During meal times he'd steal some of his crew's food right after finishing his own
2. He never shares his food.
3. He sought adventure even when warned of the dangers by his crew(Nami, Ussop and Chopper)
4. He cared not for others unless they were in his crew, fed his unending hunger or he felt like helping them.
Then you came along.
No one could believe that Monkey D. Luffy had a single romantic cell in his body.
But as you sailed along with the crew together further into the Grandline through all the rowdy days and quiet nights it became apparent in the little and large ways. Monkey D. Luffy was in love.
He didn't even know it.
At first it was small glances that he stole, his smile wide whenever you sat down beside him or even so much as glanced his way.
The way he'd avoid stealing food from your plate when everyone ate together â Mainly because you threatened to throw him overboard because no one shall lay a hand on your food. You did share some of your food with him if you were too full though.
Then he started saving food for you too when he had the chance - a.k.a when he doesn't finish it all. If he knew that you were really hungry he'd place more food on your plate. Of course everyone was shocked but they weren't about to question his actions.
"Has he gotten sick?" Nami would ask no one in particular. She and Ussop were ready with evasive maneuvers in the case of danger at Luffy's behaviour.
Robin would chuckle at her words, a small smile on her face. She had seen some of Luffy's actions, having an idea of what was going on."No he's not. Let's just see how this goes."
His arms would wrap around you whenever he would go somewhere, much to your complaints. Imagine sitting peacefully beside Robin having a cup of tea together and the next thing you know you're being catapulted to the other side of the ship while you were about to take a bite of a cookie. "LUFFY WHY???!!!!!"
Most times he'd stick with the boys and explore an island but he'd choose to walk beside you or be nearby wherever you were if he felt like it. Shopping district? He's by a food stand. Visiting a relative or friend? He wants to meet them too. In a forest and lost? He's beside you with his own hiking stick and singing his heart out- you're his backing vocalist and you'll start a band at this point.
Since you're friends with the Nami a.k.a the boss lady, she loves to kidnap you while you're busy chilling and might try dressing you up in different outfits she bought while shopping. When you agree with some of the outfits she gives you, you walk out the woman's quarters to only find Luffy staring at you like for a second in awe before he asks if you wanna join him, Chopper and Ussop in their shenanigans, mainly bothering Zoro when y'all felt like it. "Come on Zoro, you can't catch us, you're too slow!"All you four did was laugh as you ran away.
"I'll kick all your asses!"
In times when you preferred to stay in your room, mood melancholy and eyes watering at something that made you sad you'd turn around in your bed to catch charcoal coloured eyes staring back at you in concern .
"You okay?"
For once you bared your heart and the both of you lay comfortablly in your bed, your head on his chest as the both of you took a nap.Since then, Luffy would check on you whenever you seemed down. He'd even do silly things to make you laugh.
Since the events of Sabaody and losing Ace he had prioritised keeping everyone safe. His mind always going to where you were in the event if a dangerous attack. Yes he knew you were capable of handling anything that could threaten your safety but he couldn't help but check. At this point it became an unspoken thing amongst everyone to keep each other safe and protected.
Some even having an important job of making sure you were covered when you fight : Zoro, Sanji, Robiin
Those you would take cover with if the enemy was too much of a bother: Nami, Ussop, Chooper
Those you went crazy on the battlefield beside: Franky, Brook
The one you'd stay beside half the time because of his calmness: Jinbei
The way he'd look on with so much love at the crazed look you'd have while fighting.
Luffy: She looks so cool and amazing.
Any sane person: Are we looking at the same thing cause that looks like a psycho.
Luffy learnt to show his affection more apparent to you after you confessed to loving each other.
He introduced you to Sabo just as he did to Ace in Alabasta. Talked about you anytime he mentioned anything about his crew. Definitely would be the definition of keeping a picture of you in his pocket so he'd show every one how gorgeous you look on your bounty poster. Immediately shuts down anyone who tried to make a move on him.
His brain consisted of you, meat, the One Piece and everyone on the crew. That is in no particular order.
Bartolomeo literally refers to you as the Queen. Legit fainted, bowed, praised, asked for you to step on him and everything on the list of his simpery when he saw you, much to your confusion and Luffy's annoyance.
Luffy would run to kiss you on your cheek, lips or forehead when he sees you after not having been around you for a while.
Blushes anytime you compliment him on anything. Tries to deny it when you call him cute but learnt to accept it.
Listens to your advice - rare occurrence ofcourse - when he sees that your intelligence is needed.
Sometimes you feel like you lose braincells when he's around but you love him nonetheless.
The way he always loves to have a feast and party all the time you learnt to go with the flow, him pulling you onto the dancefloor with his hands roaming your body to lead you into the next dance move. That's when you learnt that he had some exceptional dancing skills, his body going in rhythm with yours to the music that's being played.
Gets furious when you're hurt and lingers nonstop by your bed while you heal up. May or may not beat up the asshole who decided to lay a finger on you. If someone hurts you emotionally he's ready to step in as well, defending your honour and fighting the person who made you cry.
You always check on him too, patching up wounds when Chopper isn't around, ask him how he feels, remind him to rest too instead of being hyper 24/7. He may be your Captain , powerful and freeing nations almost all the time but he has to think of himself too not just his appetite.
Sometimes you take the time to wrap your arms around his just as he does but without the rubber arm thingy. You'd run to kiss him on his cheek or lips too. Be around him too everywhere he went. Showing just as much love as he gives you.
There was never a shortage of love aboard the Thousand Sunny.
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Okay but just imagine Mizu getting dominated by her s/o and feeling that safe she can actually let her femenine side out.
Very explicit nsfw under the cut. (afab reader)
The taste of her lips against yours was already making your thighs warm and wet, her hands were already searching for the sweet points in your body that makes you jolt and whimper for more, but this time was different. You wanted to make her feel different.
Since she's always manhandling you, always taking care of you, always pleasuring your needs, sometimes she gets really stressed by the thoughts of responsibility, like, she needed a break, a release from all the pain and suffering in this path full of blood. You were thinking about this since last week, and you just couldn't stand there again and let her do all the job. Not again.
Before she could take your kimono down, you took her hands gently, stopping her, your gaze connected with her as you whisper âLet me take control of this, tonight is all about you.â Your voice immediately made her relax, but it still was weird for her since she had this icanmakeeverythingbymyown mindset in her head.
She saw you getting on your knees as you sat her in a rock, in front of a waterfall, in the middle of the night, where the only expectator was the moon. âHey, you don't have t-â
âBut I want to. â You replied, taking her pants off, she denied at first, scared of what could have happened, what could possibly put you and her in danger and that she cannot do anything about it. It's not like she treats you like a stupid young child that doesn't know how to take care of their self, in fact, Mizu thinks you're amazing at fighting when the situation merits it, your thin blade passes through the enemies bodies like it's a leaf, you're talented, but when she started falling in love with you, she had this need to protect you and own you, because she wants you to calm and not endure, like her. Now it's the other way around.
You place her hand in your head, as your mouth sinks in her arousal, your tongue gently caressed her clit, it was pumping against your lips as you kissed it with an indescribable romance, you were actually enjoying it, your pussy was like a water slide.
The sense of your tongue against her body made her change mind instantly, her hand pushed you deeper in her core, the moans that were low, raspy and groaning at first now were sweet and high pitched, her head tilted back as she just stopped being so hard like a rock and let herself just enjoy the moment, her hips moving into your mouth like wanting more, as you smiled against her lower lips.
âYou're so beautiful when your off guard.â You babbled between her legs, your mouth left her throbbing cunt to make some kisses and hickeys on her crotch, your ears were hearing and orchest of whimpers and moans, at this point, she sounded like a woman fallen from heaven, and whatever you were doing, she was satisfied with it, more than satisfied, grateful.
âKeep doing it.. You're so fucking good at this-â She demanded, it was so cute you couldn't believe it, Mizu can be very submissive when it comes to.
Your ears now were hearing a wonderful orchest of whimpers and moans, they were so loud you had to get up and kiss her passionately to get her mouth shut, you tongues were dancing roughly, eating each other, it was so erotic you couldn't believe it. You? Making the cold Mizu whimper and cry for you?
âCome here, let me feel you closer.â You hummed.
â I'll regret this later- Fuck! â She panted in your mouth.
Mizu's legs were now hugging your waist, her hand was scratching your back and the other supporting her weight in the rock, you thrusted into her a bit rough until you felt her squirting all over your arm and a bit of your kimono, she was breathing hard against your lips, panting and squeezing your fingers full of her cum.
You stayed like this, close to her, your foreheads touched each other as Mizu and you closed your eyes, recovering from action, then you laughed a bit and pulled your fingers off, just to taste them later. âI told you this night was about you. â
âI-.. â She hided her face, trying to get back her pride. âJust shut the fuck up.â Mizu pulled you back again to her lips, kissing you like feral.
Maybe you could start being her stress-releaser since now.
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hiii, how are you? I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do Jacaerys Velaryon x reader. Where reader is Alicentâs firstborn daughter, and they were married in hopes to reconcile the family. Could you do newly married headcannons for them, sfw and nsfw. They donât necessarily show their hate 24/7, they married out of duty, and for their families but they donât get along or make efforts to get along, if that makes sense. More like a subtle enemies to lovers. If you can do this, it would be great. And I hope you have a wonderful day đđđ
a/n: hiii i am great i hope youve been well. <3 TYSM FOR THE REQUEST !! sorry it took me a couple days to get too !! i went a little overboard sorry i just loved this rq sm !! <3 hope you enjoy !! (this is more of a fic in headcannon format :3)
word count: 2k
warnings: smut, slight enemies to lovers, slight baela/jaacerys romance for the drama, happy ending not bulleted, not proofread, avoided the use of y/n
You didn't hate jacaerys targaryen. No, you never had strong feelings about him. Even in your youth as you grew up you never thought much about him. If anything the most you had ever had is a slight resentment towards him for his treatment of aemond.
Your engagement had come as a surprise. Especially knowing how much your mother didn't care for rhaenyra or her family, especially her sons. But apparently rhaenyra and Alicent had a moment together and the two managed to come to an agreement for the sake of the family.
You couldn't gauge his reaction when he heard the news, he did not seem as shocked as you, leading you to believe he had already been informed. The two of you stared at each other and you could sense his annoyance. You've never had any bad blood so you don't understand what he could be so annoyed about until his eyes stray from you and you turn your head to where he's looking and notice he was looking at baela who also had a saddened look on her face but covered it up well. The two of you barely speak during the wedding prep.
The two of you actually argued quite a bit about the ceremony. You had wanted one more to your faith, the seven, while he was insistent that you had a traditional targaryen ceremony and for it to take place at driftmark.
âOf course you would want it at driftmark.â you scoff His head shoots up and he gives you a glare. âWhat could that possibility mean?â
âNothing my dear i just find it funny that you of all people want a ceremony at driftmark. What sort of relation do you have there? Wouldn't a place like harrenhal suit you betterâ
His hands slam on the table and he stands his eyes never leaving yours as his face turns angry.
You can hear your mother scold you but you just laugh and keep a smile on your face. The meaning of your words are very clear to him but as he opens his mouth to speak his mother interrupts suggesting just to have two ceremonies.
You roll your eyes as he sits back down and agrees. The two of you continue to make sly remarks at one another to many, It would just look like friends poking fun at one another but the two of you knew that you two could barely stand each other. It was easy enough to fool the public into thinking the two of you had been a love match. Especially since they had no clue the two of you did not speak outside of public appearances.
Your wedding was magical, without any of the magic. You would have two ceremonies, one of the more intimate traditional Targaryen ceremony and one longer three day ceremony for the faith. you ended up having the targaryen ceremony first. It was a very small ceremony with only your family there.
Even though you held no feelings towards the velaryon boy there's something so intimate about the tradition ceremony that it had even your heart skipping.
you couldn't tell if he felt the same, he had a clearly fake pleased look but you did notice he did not spare baela one glance but instead had spent that night dancing with you.
you two decided not to consummate the marriage that night much to your relief, and would wait till your other wedding night. The public had no clue the two of you were already married, during your wedding feast many would come up to you and spare their congratulations and provide a gift.
You and jacaerys sat at the head of the table. The night had been going fine until one particular lord came up and started saying some inappropriate comments about you.
You began to shrink in your seat and could not find a voice to say anything yet you did not have to as jacaerys was quick to shut him down, his tone had changed much from his kinder tone earlier while regarding guests.
He had laced his land with yours and quickly shooed him away. He had turned to you and asked you if you were alright and all you could do was nod. jacaerys keeps his hand laced with yours the whole night. Despite the fact the two of you are still at odds you find comfort with his warm hand in yours.
The next day was the tourney. You knew jacaerys was going to be competing. No one dared to ask you for your favor. When jacaerys finally was announced he immediately strolled over to the royal box where you had been sitting, âyour favor my love?â
After you had reached out and tied it around his sword he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back before riding away. When your wedding rolled around it had once again been a pleasant ceremony. A part of you which you didn't want to acknowledge felt as though there was a small smile on Jace's face when the two of you kissed. The celebration afterwards has also been nice but a part of you felt dread as you realized the bedding ceremony had been right around the corner. Jacaerys had noticed at some point during the festivities you had been upset, âare you alright?â
You didn't want to mention it so you just nodded my head and didn't turn to face him. You could feel his stare and when you didnt turn towards him he sighed. âIf you hold any worries about the bedding ceremony, put them to rest. I have already insisted it is not necessary.â You whip your head towards him in shock but he had turned away from you and was staring at the crowd drinking from his chalice. âYou did?â
âOf course, there is no reason to. Though the maesters were insistent they checked you afterwards. I had attempted to avoid that as well but they were persistent.â âWhy?â
His face scrunched as if he had been confused about your question. âYou did not want to do it. Did you?â Your head begins to hurt as you think about the fact he had put in all the extra effort to make sure you did not have to do something you did not want to.
The two of you decided to call it a night and you attempted to ignore your brothers yells of encouragement as you quickly exited the room. You had arrived at your chambers first and were quickly stripped out of your extravagant dress by some maids and the pit in your stomach continued to grow.
There was no way jacaerys would be a cruel lover. Sure the two of you did not get along most of the time but you felt he had been kind to you today and the last couple days. Lost in your thoughts you barely noticed as jacaerys walked into the room still in his formal wear and dismissed all the maids. You stood up to face him and suddenly it became alarmingly clear to you that you two were alone in this room while he was fully dressed and you were wearing a plain white nightgown. No words are spoken between the two of you as you stare as he begins to remove his formal wear. âI am sorry.â
His back is turned to you as he removes his coat and you watch as he freezes âwhat for?â âThis whole marriage. You clearly did not want this and I am sorry you are being forced into this. Maybe I do not want it as well but it must feel worse for you.â
Your head had fallen to the floor as you went on. His hand grabbed your chin and he forced you to lock eyes with him. He had a relaxed face as he gave you a concerned look. âIt is our duty you must be upset about it as well. Why would it be worse for me?â
âI assumed you had relations with baela..â you trail off and try to look away but his grip immediately pulls you back. âI promise you I shall never be unfaithful if that is your worry. You are my wife. I could not imagine disrespecting you that way.â It is clear to you he does not deny the fact he has feelings for her but you choose to ignore this fact as he leans in and kisses you. It becomes painfully obvious to the two of you that you are both terribly inexperienced He leads you over to the bed as you gasp as you fall back onto the bed
He is a very kind lover though it was very obvious to him he struggled to know what to do His fingers were clumsy as he attempted to prep you (which you did not expect as your mother told you he would just stick it in) But once he got to the rhythm of it he was very good and soon enough you had your first come. âAre you sure you've never done this nephew?â He laughs and shakes his head, ânever dear auntie though i did read up on it.â
He kisses down your neck as he slips off your dress Lost in the feeling you barely noticed that he had slipped off his trousers he was still wearing and was fully nude You would say he has a nice dick but you've never seen another one so you have nothing to compare it to You fight the urge to reach out and grab it He clumsily lines himself up and it hurts.
He presses kisses all over your face in an attempt to calm you down and waits for you to give him the okay before he begins to move. Your mother had spent the last week tell you to be prepared to just lay there and take it and you would find no enjoyment at all but in this exact moment you had no clue what she was talking about You had never felt this amazing in your life, he was kissing you as one of his hands was playing with your clit and another one was locked with yours next to your head.
He was slow, not the rough and hard pace you had been expecting. He valued your pleasure just as much if not more than his own. He was also much more vocal that you had expected, your mother told you men do not make much noise but as he laid his head right next to your ear you could hear ever groan and whine leave his lips He encouraged you to come first before he spilled himself inside you. When he got up soon after you felt a chill, your mother did say men did just quickly leave as soon as they were done. To your surprise all he had done was get up to alert the maids to draw a bath for you.
This however alerts the maester and your mother who comes running in, your mother obviously concerned when she sees you but you reassure her you are fine. Jaacerys was nowhere to be seen and did not return til you were already asleep. You had expected the two of you to have a better relationship after the last couple days have been nice but jacaerys has a very sudden shift in attitude and is back to his sly remarks. A part of you feels sick as if the last couple days had just been a ruse to not have to force you to bed him and he was just like all men. Even when he comes back to bed you he is certainly not as nice as the first time.
âJaacerys must be rather upset these days.â your brother aemond says over tea one morning âHowever, would you know that?â âBaela has been betrothed to one of arryns.â Now it has made sense to you and you find yourself seething with anger.
When he comes to join the two of you for tea you quickly make some excuse and rush away ignoring jacaerys confused look as he looks after you. The next couple days follow a similar routine. He is up before you and you pretend to oversleep so you miss breakfast with him, you busy yourself with other activities and avoid even being in the same room as him and when he tried to see you before bed you were already pretending to sleep. After the third day of this you hear him sigh as he sees you in bed already.
That next morning you expect things to go a similar way as the last couple had but were shocked to see jacaerys there instead of aemond who you were supposed to have tea with. âJacaerys.â âSitâ âI'm supposed to be meeting with aemond-â âAnd you're meeting with me instead. Sit.â You begrudgingly sit and speak no words as he pours you a cup and you wordlessly take a sip. âYou have nothing to say?â âShould i?â
He rolls his eyes, âwe have not spoken in many a moon.â âI have been busy.â He scoffs, âbusy with what?â You grow angry at his tone, âI apologize my prince but just because some of us aren't crowned princes that does not mean the things we spend our days doing are unimportant.â His face immediately drops as he rubs his hands over his face, âI am sorry, my lady, I didn't mean it like that.â You say nothing just look off to the side âI have just missed you.â
You laugh and his face grows angry once more, âwhat's that?â âAre you sure it's me you miss?â âWhatever does that mean.â You continue to laugh, âsurely it must be your dear baela you miss not i. I heard she is to be married off.â His face turns confused, âwhat does baela have anything to do with this?â
âShe is the reason you are upset, no? Why have you been upset?â He sighs and puts his head in his head. âNo, I mean yes but no.â âWhat does that mean?â âI am not upset that she is betrothed.â You keep silent as he continues, âi thought we were meant to be ever since i was a young kid and i do admit that i was more than angry when i had been informed i would be marrying you and even angrier when we continued to argue but after a while i realized that i had enjoyed your company more and more, especially after our wedding.â A light blush dusts his face, âand when i heard the news of baelas betrothal i had expected myself to be filled with rage but i felt nothing. And that terrified me. The only thing I could think about was you.â
âI avoided being short tempered and nasty with you so I apologize but these couple days without speaking to you have been tortuous. I have come to realize I need you.â You are frozen as a warm feeling fills you, you can tell by the look on his face he means every word. âI love you jacaerys.â âAnd I love you my beloved.â
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Hi itâs me!! Since you are open to requests, could you please do a very fluffy smut with Joel where the reader is very insecure about her body and he makes her feel loved and itâs just so sweet?? In need of a comfort daddy Joel đ„ș
Pairing- Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary- Joel wants you to see your body the way he does, a work of art.
CW-18+, MDNI, NSFW, A smidge of angst because (body image issues), Fluff,miscommunication, reader is not described other than not feeling herself lately, Soft dom Joel, smut, body worship, mirror sex, fingering, unprotected piv, cream pie, self acceptance, no use of y/n
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A\N- My first Joel request and I would say I was feeling inspired by some body issues Iâve had lately. Thank you anon for this lovely request I hope I did it justice.
Clothing optional
There was a war going on in your house. Two separate wars to be exact, although you personally had no idea about one of them.Â
 Youâre currently on the frontlines in your room with a pile of mass casualties on the floor beside you. As you stand and face the mirror in front of you itâs unclear who the enemy is. Logic would have you believe itâs the clothes, the clothes that fit not long agoâŠthat much youâre sure of. The cruel part of your brain, the part you couldnât seem to shut off was telling you the enemy was your body. This body that has carried you through life, through ups and downs, through grief and happiness. Yet you stand here and shame it, calling it the enemy.Â
 This dress, one that you were never really that fond of but could always rely on it fitting was the straw that broke the camel's back. It hugs in all the wrong places and definitely seems shorter than you remembered the last time you put it on. The lace at the seams is frayed a little and you swore you heard a stitch pop when you tried to unzip yourself. Now youâre frozen in fear that youâre stuck in this godforsaken thing and youâve still not figured out what youâre wearing to impress Joelâs business partners. He was always so put together, what could they possibly think of you by his side.Â
 âSugar ya in there?â A knock on the bedroom door and Joelâs sweet voice causes you to panic.Â
 Youâre not even close to being ready. Tears streaming down your face, makeup ruined and your claustrophobia is aching to get out of this dress.Â
 âDonât come in.â Your garbled voice is evident all rushed out in a frenzy as you hear the door swing open.Â
 ****
 The other war.Â
 A war thatâs been silently brewing in the house over the last few weeks. Joel noticed something different about you. It took him a lot longer than heâd cared to admit once he realized. He knew your body in and out. Every freckle, every line, every scar or birthmark. Heâd made it his mission in life to be able to pick you out of a lineup blindfolded, only tasked with his hands or his mouth.
 He was insatiable for you.Â
 He never understood when other men would say that after some time you wonât be as obsessed with each other. After marriage things become monotonous and it feels like a chore. He loved chores, being able to complete a task. If loving you and worshiping your body was a chore then he wanted that duty everyday.Â
 At first he thought he mustâve said or done something to upset you. He knew his mouth could be pretty reckless at times so he gave you a few days to cool off.
 When you shy away from him or insisted your shirt stayed on during sex he started to grow suspicious. Maybe he hadnât told you enough how much he appreciated your body. He thought he did a pretty good job of it but things get complicated when youâre in the heat of the moment. He made your brain go all fuzzy and it was hard to concentrate on what he was sayinâ.Â
 Heâd had just about had enough when he walked into the kitchen the other day. You were reaching something high up on the shelf. Instead of asking if you needed help he just stood there ogling you as your shorts rode up, exposing the bottom of your ass. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. He wanted to grip your thighs and bend you over the counter. He could just imagine it as he pounded into you from behind while you screamed his name, the ripples from his thrusts dancing across your skin. You looked so startled when you saw him there, his eyes blown black with lust as he stepped towards you. His heart broke a little when you scurried away and returned aggressively wrapping your robe around you.Â
 ****
 A peace offering.Â
 You knew there was no way he was staying outside at any sign of your distress. He enters your shared bedroom slowly like heâs approaching a frightened animal. Youâre sure you look like one in your state.Â
 Heâs quite the opposite. Crisp black on black suit, his hair combed back out of his face to show off those beautiful brown eyes. His cologne wafts towards you with hints of bergamot and cedar wood. Just the sight of him has you weak in the knees.Â
 âYou wanna tell me whatâs got ya all worked up?â He takes a tentative step towards you as you shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself.Â
 He clicks his tongue, hating how defeated you look right now. âListen sugar, Iâm gonna count to ten.â He gently unfurls your arms from you and wraps them around his middle. âAnd by the time I get to ten.â You take a shuddering breath against his chest relishing in the comfort heâs bringing you. âYouâre gonna tell me whatâs wrong.âÂ
 âOne.âÂ
 âNone of my clothes fit, I hate the way I look right now and I donât want to embarrass you tonight because I look ridiculous standing next to you in some dress that I hate.â Itâs all rushed out and muffled into his chest as he cradles your head and rocks you back and forth.Â
 âIs that all?â He teases as you nod your head. âIâm thinkinâ maybe thereâs a little more.âÂ
 âTwo.âÂ
 âWellâŠthe other day.â You let out an exasperated sigh as you look up at him. âYou were starinâ at me, in the kitchen. I couldnât tell what you were thinking, but it didnât look good.âÂ
 He thinks for a moment, back to his thoughts in the kitchen and you must have read him all wrong.Â
 Joel steps back from you briefly as he undoes his tie, letting it drop to the floor. âThe other day in the kitchen.â His hands start to work at the buttons on his dress shirt as he shucks it off his broad shoulders. âI wasnât tryinâ to stare. I was tryinâ to keep my hands to myself.âÂ
 Your breathing picks up as he undoes the buckle on his slacks and lets them join the rest of his clothes. He palms himself through his boxers, his hard length growing at the slightest touch.Â
 âJoel, what are you doing?â He doesnât answer you as his hands grip your shoulders turning you toward the mirror. âWeâre gonna be late for the dinner.âÂ
 He leans in, taking your earlobe between his teeth as you gasp. âWeâre not goinâ to the dinner sweetheart.â Joelâs eyes lock with yours in the mirror as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. âDo ya see how beautiful you are?âÂ
 His grip stops you from shaking your head no and you figure you might as well get with the program now, since heâs being so generous.Â
 âYou wanna do this your way or my way?â He asks with an eyebrow raised in question.Â
 âYour way?â You shakily answer as he smiles all wide and kisses your cheek.Â
 His hands make quick work of the zipper that was stuck and he eases it down your back. Carefully dragging it down your body, letting the fabric pool at your feet. His hand kneads your breast and soft whimper leaves your lips as it trails down your stomach. âYou werenât plannin on wearinâ any panties to this event?â His fingers dip lower circling your clit just barely teasing you.Â
 âIâŠI hadnât gotten around to them yet.â Your voice is shaky as he winds his other arm around you pulling you taught to his chest.Â
 âWell good thingâŠyou wonât be needinâ em tonight.â His words send a shiver down your spine as you stand there, naked as the day you were born trying to stay afloat. âNow, I asked you if you see how beautiful you are?âÂ
 âYes.â You moan out as he slips two fingers inside, chuckling to himself as he works you open.Â
 You cry out at the loss as he pulls them from you, holding them out in front of your face. Itâs lewd the way he licks his fingers and his grip on you tightens as your legs threaten to give out at the sight.Â
 âYou want me to show yaâ what I was thinkinâ about in the kitchen?â Rhetorical question of course but you're feverishly nodding your head all the same.Â
 He places a soft kiss to your neck as he guides you to the bed. Neither of you trusting your feet to carry you there. âLay down for me baby girl. Face me.â You lay down on your stomach, resting your head on your arms as you watch him place the mirror near the edge of the bed.Â
 His fingers tug down his boxers and it surprises you every time, the sheer weight of him. His cock twitches at the sight as if it knows youâre looking, admiring as you stop yourself from reaching at the angry red tip to swipe your finger through the bead of precum leaking out.Â
 The bed dips behind you as he straddles your thighs. You can see him in the mirror watching you as you wiggle your ass, that fight part of your brain no longer concerned with the way you look. Not with the way heâs looking at you. Like he wants to eat you alive.Â
 His fingers grip your flesh as he tilts your hips up, heâs rock hard as he slides the tip through your aching folds. You clench around nothing as you try to draw him in.Â
 âEyes on the prize baby.â You tear your eyes from him as you catch yours in the mirror. He wants you to watch, but not him.Â
 Youâre the prize.Â
 He sinks down in one fluid motion and it takes every fiber of your being to keep your eyes open. You both moan in unison as he starts a slow agonizing pace.Â
 Joel watches you as long as he can but he canât tear his eyes away from the ripple of your skin as he pounds your flesh. Hitting something deep and devastating inside you as you clutch the sheets. Soft chants of his name punched out in his thrusts as he tries to hold off his release. It feels too good and just like his daydream. Having you bent over all fucked out, unable to form a coherent through. The only thought he wants running through that head is how perfect you are.Â
 âOh fuckâŠIâm the luckiest man alive, ya know that.â He grits out as he meets your eyes again.Â
 His strong hands haul you up against his chest as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. All you can manage is a head nod as you keen at this new angle.Â
 You can feel the beads of sweat from his hair drip down onto you as you cling to his arms, he growls in your ear as your climax peaks over you, taking you by surprise as you cry out his name.Â
 âThis pussy was made for me darlinâ.âÂ
 He can feel you suck him in and his balls draw up tight. Your front bathed in a sheen of sweat down your breasts and across your stomach as you ride out the aftershocks. His hips slow to a stutter as he holds your prone and pliant body, pulsing inside you as you let out a soft exhale.Â
 Youâre completely and utterly wrecked and he thinks youâre like one of those renaissance paintings with the naked ladies. Better than that because youâre real and youâre all his.Â
 It takes you a moment to gather yourself as you lay there, Joelâs hand draped over your body at the edge of the bed. You can finally look in the mirror and see the war that was waging was all on your head.Â
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