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a call to you.
WC: 0.2k SUMMARY: the great protector has bonded with you. NOTES: i havent seen the movie. only the thirty minutes that tgp is in fucking shit up WARNINGS: m!dragon x gn!reader | mentioned: mate | no y/n
THE GREAT PROTECTOR has resided at the bottom of Ta Lo Lake for centuries. Entire civilizations have risen and collapsed while he sleeps within the icy depths. In the indigo darkness, he had heard a voice, as clear as if it were next to his ear, and he opened his great eyes. The first time he emerged from his cradle in lifetimes and he did it to follow your sound.
After heâd tracked you down, he brought you to a nearby cave where heâd built a nest for you. His claws having enclosed around you so gently as he carried you to your new home. Your protests and questions went unanswered for he cannot speak your language. The time youâd spend together aids in understanding him. You learn to crave his presence.
Youâre no prisoner, you often walk to Ta Lo. It teems with bustling life, unlike your cave, so you socialize there. Everyone has noticed how quiet youâve gotten, because youâre used to inhabiting a space where no words are needed.
On a rare occasion youâre visited, a friend timidly approaches the caveâs mouth. To soften its intimidation, you meet her, and beckon her inside. You prepare tea, and pour a drink for the Protector out of respect. Itâs ceremonial, the way you draw near to him, kneel down to sit on your legs, and place the delicate cup onto the ground near his cheek. He wonât drink it, but you know he appreciates it. Steam rises from its hatch, and he eyes you gratefully.
You return to your friend, who catches you up on the events of her day. At one point, she advances on you with the intent to touch you. Itâs a comfortable gesture, a hand reaching for your arm, but you have a preference of space, recoiling out of habit. The rebuke within you stirs the other resident of this cave. He rears his great head, pupils thinning as they set sights on her. She recedes in fear, and billow of angry fog expels from his nose, grating growls echoing off the stone walls. To calm him, you signal a wave to him, convey to him there is no danger. Your emotions are controlled, your friend meant you no harm.
âWhat was that?â your dear companion asks, bewildered and fit to gather her things to retreat in fright.
You offer her a kind smile as the Protector bows his chin to the floor behind you. Unfortunately, your explanation raises more questions than it answers, âOh, heâs very sensitive. He thinks Iâm his mate.â
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Protector | Feyd-Rautha x reader
ANON REQUEST: your marriage to Feyd-Rautha is an arranged one, and your only task is to provide an heir. When you finally become pregnant, your new husband suddenly grows obsessed with youâbut does he care about you, or is he simply protective of his progeny?
Warnings: pregnancy, labor, and related talk; canon typical violence
MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Your marriage was one born out of duty, not love. You couldnât even call it a marriage of convenience; there was nothing convenient about leaving your homeworld and traveling across an entire galaxy to marry someone you had never even met before. Yes, the Houses had agreed beforehand that you were to marry Feyd-Rautha, the Na-Baron of House Harkonnen, and immediately after the deal had been struck you had seen his face and read his writing, but you hadnât met him until your wedding day.
You had chastised yourself for thinking it could be like the fairytales of Ancient Earth. You, a princess, your betrothed a handsome princeâŚin the stories of your childhood, he would have whisked you away, off to a great, shining palace full of magical wonders, and you would have lived happily ever after. Instead, your prince had proved to be disinterested in you, busying himself with his arena and his concubines, ignoring you most of the day. The Harkonnen fortress did not shine, nor did it hold any great wonders, and Giedi Prime felt far from magical, with its harsh black sun and polluted landscape.
After your vows, you had naively thought your wedding night would be full of romance. Perhaps you had been holding onto hope as a means to protect yourself, clinging to optimism to distract yourself from your harsh, sad reality. You had been all too eager to shed your dress and veil in Feyd-Rauthaâs living quarters, though had not expected them to be ruined by his blade, and you had not expected him to greedily conquer you as if it were yet another battle in the arena. He had slept next to you that night, but had made it painfully obvious that he had no interest in holding you or even touching you, keeping far to his side of the bed while you remained far to yours. In the morning, you had awoken alone, and had realized that it was the beginning of a long and lonely road on your new planet.
Everyone expected an heir. That was the entire point of this marriage, a legitimate heir for the Harkonnen line. Anyone else could have done itâyou were of fine breeding, yes, but any of the other Houses could have offered up a daughter to suffer at Feyd-Rauthaâs side. Why it had to be you surely came down to the only things powerful men seemed to care aboutâmoney and spice. An allegiance with House Harkonnen protected your family, and your small share of spice harvesters on Arrakis added yet another drop into their vast bucket and one less smuggling operation to worry about. Your parents were happy. Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was happy.
And you were miserable.
Two months after your wedding, your monthly cycle continued as normal, and you were forced to shamefully inform the na-Baron. After an annoyed sound and a grimace, he bent you over the nearest table and took you for a second time, leaving you to clean yourself up and cry at your husbandâs callousness. You didnât know why he couldnât bring himself to care. You supposed he already had everything he could possibly want; wealth, concubines, a throne to inheritâŚyou brought nothing of real value to him, save for the ability to produce an heir.
Time passed, and it became clear that Feyd-Rautha would have to touch you more than once a month if he was to have any hope of fathering a child. You cursed yourself for your apparent inability to conceiveâfertility had been one of your parentsâ selling points when negotiating with the Baron, and now, you couldnât even do the one thing that was expected of you. It brought you to tears every night, the stress of being reduced to this and yet still being unable to perform your task. It was maddening, though you knew you were hardly the first woman to find yourself in such a situation. You did worry, however, that you may have been the weakest.
One evening, as Feyd performed his husbandly duties, he noticed a tear slipping down your cheek and paused. You felt a rough hand cup the side of your face and opened your eyes to find your husband staring at you with dark eyes, his head tilted to suggest he was curious.
âTears?â He asked in his raspy voice that was still so alien to you.
âMy apologies, na-Baron,â you looked away from him.
âYou are crying.â
You stifled an annoyed sigh. âYes.â
âWhy?â
âDo not worry yourself with me, husband.â You said.
âTell me.â
This was perhaps the longest conversation you had had since marrying him, and part of you didnât want it to end. You looked at him once more, finding him still watching you with that unwavering, predatory gaze, and another tear rolled down your cheek and onto his hand.
âI am sorry I have not given you a child.â You whispered.
âThen let me put one into you.â
His tone sent a chill down your spine, frightening and exciting you all at once. That night, Feyd-Rautha did not let you sleep, shocking you with his determination. It was simply because the sooner you conceived, the sooner he could return to his own concerns, you reasoned.
Sure enough, your period did not arrive when expected, nor did the next. A medical test confirmed what you already knewâyou were pregnant, with Feyd-Rauthaâs child. A Harkonnen child, who would grow up to be just as ruthless and savage as its father, you thought.
Upon receiving the positive result, you immediately set off to tell the na-Baron. He should not be made to wait; you wanted him to know that the entire point of your union was finally achieved, and that you could both go back to ignoring each other as usual. As you walked, you had the worrying thought that he may not even keep you alive after the delivery.
âNa-Baron,â you addressed him upon finding him in his armory.
He looked up from the blade he was sharpening. âWife.â
âI bring news,â you said, folding your hands in front of yourself.
âThen tell me, before I grow bored of waiting.â He returned to the hunting knife, looking away from you once more.
âI am with child.â
You watched as Feyd-Rautha paused, tilting his head to look at you. âMy child?â
âYes. Who else could it possibly belong to?â You asked, exasperated. âThe physicians confirmed it just now. I wanted you to be the first to know.â
He nodded slowly, looking back at the knife in his hand as he thought. âI see.â
Whatever hopes you had once had for him to suddenly flip his entire personality at the news were quickly dashed by his lack of emotion. You left him there, a hand over your mouth as you tried not to cry, returning to your bed to be alone once more.
-0-
In those earlier days of pregnancy, you were often ill, sprinting from bed to the wash basin nearly every day to be sick. Usually, you were alone; Feyd-Rautha rose early, spending his mornings training and sometimes killing his instructors. Whenever that happened, he would come back, wearing blood and a grin on his face as if he had just won some great contest.
Today, however, he was enjoying a rare occasion of sleeping in. He had begun spending his nights in the center of the bed, crowding you as you attempted to stay away from him. One morning you had even woken up to find his arm throne over you, his body closer than ever. Now, he was sleeping, and you would have been content to let him remain there were you not busy launching yourself over him as you ran to the adjoining wash room.
You missed the way your husband sat up, eyes wide and frenzied as he pulled a dagger from beneath the pillows. When he found the room to be empty and free of danger, he grew confusedâŚuntil he heard your retching in the next room, and slipped out of bed.
âWife?â He asked from the doorway.
âWhat?â You groaned, leaning your cheek on the cool basin.
ââŚare you alright?â
You sighed. âNo, na-Baron, I am not. I meanâŚI am, I justâŚâ
âYou are sick,â he pointed out.
It took every bit of willpower you possessed to swallow down the part of you that desperately wanted to throttle him. âYes. I am. Itâs the pregnancy, the pills from the doctors havenât been workingââ
âThis has happened before?â He interrupted.
âMost days, yes,â you felt another wave of nausea coming over you and hunched your shoulders, preparing for the worst.
You never expected to feel a cool hand brushing your hair away from your forehead, nor the feeling of your husbandâs chest against your back as he held you.
âHarkonnen women donât have this problem,â he commented as he held your hair.
It was the least helpful statement he possibly could have made as you vomited once more, and yet it was also quite possibly the best.
âIf Harkonnen women have no hair, then what do you pull?â You asked wryly, too ill and too exhausted to hold yourself back.
Feyd-Rautha stared you, unblinking, before a smirk found its way onto his lips. âIf you are feeling brave, perhaps I will show you one day.â
You let out a laugh as the nausea ebbed, leaning back against him. âPerhaps one day I will finally stop seeing my lunch so many times, and then you can regale me.â
-0-
Your sickness faded as your pregnancy progressed, thankfully, but Feyd-Rauthaâs company did not. By the time you were beginning to truly show, he was refusing to leave you alone, demanding your presence wherever he went. As a result, you sat in on many a sparring session, and he made up his mind to abandon the arena until after the baby was born. His sudden change in attitude was shocking; he had never paid so much attention to anything before, and now, his hands were constantly on you.
âI must keep you safe,â he had said when you first asked about it, and had acted as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe.
You assumed he was protective due to the baby, the precious new heir to the Harkonnen throne. As its vessel, you were afforded some luxuries, but you fully expected that to change after the birth. For now, though, you were content to receive any and all attention your husband saw fit to pay you.
âThat went well,â you said one day after the doctor examined you.
âHe should not have touched you like that.â Feyd-Rautha growled.
âWhat do you mean? Heâs a doctor,â you laughed, somewhat nervously.
âI did not like it.â His voice was tense.
âI could tell.â You grumbled, dropping your happy façade. He had nearly chased the doctor out of the room, hunting knife in hand. âExaminations are unavoidable, Iâm afraid.â
âNo more.â
âButââ
âNo more strangers touching you.â
"Doctors help," you protested. "Don't you want your child to be healthy?"
At that, Feyd paused in thought. "...You may have a Harkonnen midwife."
"Because a Harkonnen doctor is too much?" You asked dryly.
He glared at you briefly before looking away towards the door. "Come."
You audibly groaned, one hand on your lower back. "Na-Baron, I am tired. I wish to retire to bed."
He looked back at you, and you caught an expression of distress on his face. "I need to train."
"You train every day."
"Yes." he said it as if it were obvious, but something in his tone suggested more; he made it sound urgent, as if it were something he had to do daily, and missing a single session would be disastrous. "Come."
You heaved a sigh and followed him.
-0-
In the months that followed, your unborn child grew, as did your body. You found yourself becoming large and bloated, your gait slowing as your flexibility waned. New maternity gowns were brought to you, an interesting mix of styles--the flowing, heavy garments of your homeworld meeting the simple, stark aesthetics of Giedi Prime. You found them strange, but at that point, you really didn't care; you would have walked around naked if no one would have stopped you. You spent your days feeling uncomfortable and awkward, with swollen feet and a sore lumbar region. Harkonnen servants brought whatever you needed, and your husband ensured--no, demanded--that all of your food be tasted by someone else while you watched so that there could be no chance of poison passing between your lips.
You wondered if this was simply some aspect of Harkonnen culture that the other Houses weren't aware of or never cared to talk about. Perhaps on a planet as harsh and toxic as Giedi Prime, infertility and infant mortality were more commonplace than the rest of the known universe. Perhaps this possessiveness was common among Harkonnen men, if conception was more difficult for their people.
Whether your theory was correct or not, Feyd-Rautha had certainly become even more attached to you. Not a morning went by when he wasnât there next to you in bed, and as of late, he had begun waking you up by reminding you exactly how you had ended up like this in the first place. Before your pregnancy, he had acted as though bedding you were a boorish duty he had no choice but to perform; now that you were heavy with child, however, he was more than interested in you physically, constantly touching you with those rough, murderous hands.
You enjoyed the attention, and you enjoyed the way he squeezed and massaged you with surprising gentleness. He didnât want to break you, you supposed, not right now; after the child arrived, perhaps, but not now. That was a grim thought, and one you had oftenâwhat was to come of your after the birth? Would Feyd-Rautha want more children, in case this one died some horrible, brutal, Harkonnen death? Or would you be disposed of, no longer needed after his legacy was secured?
You tried not to dwell on it.
One morning, you roused on your own, without Feydâs interference. Wondering if he was even still there, you reached out to the side, feeling for himâand you nearly jumped when you felt bare flesh beneath your hand. When you rolled onto your back with considerable effort and turned your head to the side, you saw that your husband was there, still sleeping, and that what you had felt was his exposed chest.
You took the moment to look at him, really look at him. He seemed so peaceful like this, when he wasnât fighting and killing. You had seen him take lives so quickly that his victims hadnât even known they had died, and you had wondered how someone could be so dismissive of those around them. The first time you had watched your husband slit a throat, you had nearly vomited, and he had found your revulsion amusing; the most recent, however, you had simply sighed and looked away. You were desensitized, it seemed, just like he was, and now, you slept just as easily after watching him commit horrendous acts of violence as he did now.
Feyd-Rautha was handsome as far as Harkonnens went. His skin was smooth like marble, free of the scars and bruises one might expect to see on a warrior. His face, usually so harsh during the waking hours, was relaxed now, and you realized he was beautiful. You couldnât keep yourself from brushing your fingers over his lips and feeling how surprisingly soft they were, though in a way, this felt wrong. Feyd-Rautha didnât strike you as the kind of person who would allow this sort of touch, but when would you have this opportunity again? He always rose first in the morning and slept last at night. You never caught him with his guard down, and you kept your hands to yourself during the day. This was the only time you could marvel at him like this.
As your fingers ghosted across his cheek, he twitched, and you froze. Then, to your horror, an eye cracked open, and you knew that he had been awake all along.
When you moved to pull away, he caught your wrist, then covered your hand in his. He held your gaze for several long, strange moments, and you realized that he hadnât simply been awakeâhe had been allowing you to touch his face, to explore him in a way you had never been brave enough to before. It felt like a gift, in a way. In his way.
âI apologize,â you breathed, unable to look away from him.
âWhy?â He asked, voice deep and rough with sleep.
âI should not have touched you without permission.â
âI am your husband,â he said. âAnd you are carrying my child. You do not need permission to touch me.â
Somehow, you knew his words carried a deeper meaning. You knew you were one of, if not the only, one on all of Giedi Prime whom he had said those words to. And for the first time since marrying him, you felt that Feyd-Rautha was truly your husband.
-0-
He was with you when the labor began.
You had been lounging in your shared chambers, enduring the final week of your pregnancy. It felt bittersweet, in a way; you had no way of knowing then if you would ever be experiencing this again, and a part of you desperately wanted to hold onto it while the rest was fed up with feeling massive and uncomfortable every day.
Feyd-Rautha had been agitated all morning. It was as if he had known something was about to happen, and he had spent his time barely containing himself as he paced and sharpened knives, attempting to keep to himself and leave you alone and doing a piss poor job of it. You had been ready to chase him out of the roomâor at least attempt toâwhen you felt your waters go and the panic set in.
That had been three hours ago.
Now, you were in your bed, and a shockingly-diligent Harkonnen na-Baron had yet to leave your side. He had briefly stepped into the corridor to bellow at the nearest passerby and your midwife had arrived very quickly as a result, but after that, he had sat down next to you and refused to go anywhere else.
âIs it agony?â He asked as you stood.
You shot him a glare. âI would not wish this sensation on even you.â
He was taken aback by your tone, impressed, even, by the venom in it.
âA short walk about the room may help,â the midwife suggested. âI will assistââ
âNo.â Feyd-Rautha was up and at your side in an instant, taking your elbow. âI will.â
You didnât care who did what, you just wanted it to be over and done with. The labor was progressing quickly, the midwife assured after another check once you were back in bed, and soon, you were wailing and grunting, your face was sweaty, and the na-Baron was staring in awe. You were focused on the task set before you, one hand on Feydâs arm as you pushed with all your might, and so you could not see the way your husband was looking at you.
When your son was born and crying at the top of his tiny lungs, Feyd-Rautha cut the umbilical cord with a hunting knife and then he stared. It seemed that the entire time, he was incapable of looking away, his eyes glued to either you or the new Harkonnen heir. You supposed he had been too enthralled to order the midwife out of the room, and the woman was smart enough not to push her luckâshe did the necessary examinations as quickly as she could, then handed the baby off to you, busying herself with cleaning what looked like a murder scene and gathering the afterbirth when it came. Then, satisfied with her work and the health of the child, she left, and you were alone with your husband and son.
You cradled the infant, tucking him against your breast and pulling the edge of your robe over him in an attempt to keep him warm. He was born pale, like his father, but with a soft layer of hair that made you wonder how much he might grow to look like you. The midwife had said it before she slipped out, and you had to agreeâhe was beautiful, and you smiled down at him.
A thud startled you and you turned to see that Feyd-Rautha had fallen to his knees at your bedside, looking at you with a reverence you had never seen in anyone before.
âFeyd?â You asked.
He looked between you and your son, and you saw then that something had changed within him over those many months. Gone was the dismissive, uncaring husband you had wed; this Feyd-Rautha had grown to become a protector, one who would fight until his muscles tore from his bones, who would bleed himself dry for you.
âYou are stronger than I knew,â he murmured, brushing a thumb over your cheek much the way you had with him all those nights ago.
You felt a lump in your throat. âCome here. Join us.â
He did.
Feyd-Rautha sat with you there, in your bed, the very bed your first child was born in. He watched as your son woke from his peaceful, short nap, and he was privy to the private, intimate moment of his first feeding. He held the baby, staring at him in wonder and what may have been a touch of fear, supporting the both of you as he helped you to the bathing room when you were well enough to stand.
âA son,â he said, watching the baby sleep that night.
âYes.â You mumbled, exhausted and nearly asleep as well. âAre you pleased, husband?â
âI would have been just as pleased with a daughter.â
That surprised you, and you glanced over your shoulder to see him propped up on an elbow, watching your son as he slept in his simple Harkonnen manger. âReally?â
âYes,â he said, never once taking his eyes off the child. âI can teach a daughter to fight just as well.â Finally, he looked down at you. âAre you well?â
âAs well as can be expected.â You sighed.
âAre you happy?â
âYes, I am,â you answered him, sleep already dragging you down.
You barely felt his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, and you barely heard his voice as he said,
âI am as well.â
-0-
You had expected Feyd-Rautha to grow cold in the weeks following your sonâs birth, but he never had. He was attentive, caring for you in a way that suggested he felt some primal urge to drag back great beasts for dinner every night but modern living prohibited that.
Now, you watched as he stood before one of the massive windows within the Harkonnen palace. It was evening on Giedi Prime, but the black sun casted no shadows over the landscape. Feyd-Rautha held your son, whispering to him, and as you watched, you wished the moment could stretch on forever.
âHusband,â you said, approaching him.
âWife,â he greeted you, turning.
âOn your evening walk together, I see.â
He chuckled. âI am showing him everything he will one day rule over.â
âI am surprised you havenât taken him into battle with you yet,â you said sarcastically.
âI will strap him to my chest so that he might taste the blood of House Atreides,â he said with a grin.
âThe youngest Harkonnen warrior the world has ever seen.â You smiled, leaning in to check on what appeared to be a perfectly happy, albeit possibile bloodthirsty, baby.
âWhat are you doing walking alone?â Feyd-Rautha asked.
âLooking for you.â
âAnd now that you have found me, what do you intend to do?â
You leaned into your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. âDrop the baby off with the wet nurse, seduce you, take you to bed and then have my way with you.â
âYou have my attention.â
âI thought you might be interested in trying for a girl this timeâŚâ
In a blink, he had spun you around and was dragging you down the corridor, and once the baby was safely tucked in with a nursemaid watching over him, you did indeed have your way with your husband. And again. And again. And you realized, as you retired to bed that night, that you were truly glad to have been arranged to marry Feyd-Rautha, heir to the Harkonnen throne and father of your children.
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đ starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âWhen Iâm balls deep in your pussy, watching you writhe under me, listening to your pretty sounds- that will be the cherry on top of this birthday,â he explains. âThank you for wanting to make me feel good, but- usually, baby, I like to be the giver.â
tw/cw. mentions of past relationship abuse/trauma/cheating, alcohol, bar fights, Cheol gets grazed with a knife, unprotected sex, dry humping, hand job, blow job, pussy eating, fingering, pleasure dom!Cheol, breast worship, dirty talk, praise, size kink/manhandling, multiple reader orgasms, groping, Cheol is a big muscled tattooed man, creampie, birthday sex, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) baby.
đšÂ rating.18+ explicit I wc. 14.2k
đ aus. tattoo/motorcycle au, nurse!reader, soulmates, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an.  The tarot deck used in the prologue is âThe Wild Unknown Animal Spirit Guide Deckâ by Kim Krans. I had so much fun exploring a more spiritual-themed plot, the idea of soulmates and spirit guides and such :)
Prologue
Itâs been six months since your breakup. Six months of self-work and healing practices. Six months of connecting with your spirit guides, hoping you can work through this dark period of your life and come out the other side.
Youâve just gotten off a long shift at the hospital, where you work as an emergency room nurse. Cleaning up other peopleâs messes makes you feel a little more whole every day, it shows you that while your wounds might be deeper than the skin, you have the resources to fix things that seem unfixable.
After a shower, you slump onto your couch, your hands reaching for one of your tarot decks. Itâs as if you can feel the energy radiating off your spirit animal cards, and you remove them carefully from the box, holding them close to your chest.
âSpirit,â you say softly. âI think Iâm finally ready to try dating again. But Iâm scared. Iâm scared Iâll end up in the same situation as last time, finding a man who needs to be fixed- I know my pattern is finding broken men, and Iâm done with that. I need guidance. I need some sort of sign that will show up when I meet the right person.â
Part of your healing journey was writing down what traits youâd want in a partner. Youâd made a list that included, âkind, smart, patient, stable, loyal, and protective,â and youâd folded to your own physical tastes by writing âtattoosâ as well. You canât help it, you like the way art looks on skin, and although all the tatted bad boys youâve dated in the past have been assholes, youâre holding onto a hope that you can find a good man with tattoos. You know theyâre out there, you just have to find one.
âSpirit, can you help me pull a card, and whatever animal is on that card could be a tattoo that my future significant other would have?â you ask. âPlease donât choose a lion or a wolf or something super common- I want an animal that is a little more unique, something that couldnât just be coincidence⌠but, I mean, if my soulmate is meant to have a wolf then I guess I can make that work.â
You hate questioning your guides, hate putting boundaries on them. If your soulmate has a stupid, overdone tattoo like every other man with ink, then so be it.
Taking a deep breath, you begin to shuffle your spirit animal deck.Â
Youâre not being too fast with your shuffle, you prefer to sit for a long time and wait for cards to pop out rather than force a reading with erratic motions. Focusing on your breathing, and your ask from the spirit, you wait patiently.
Soon, a card pops out, landing on the coffee table in front of you.
An Elk looks up at you, and you take a moment to assess the card before finding the guide book.
You flip to the Earth section, finding the Elk easily. There are a few keywords at the top of the reading, they say âStable, resilient, headstrong, the father.â
Stable is a word youâd written into your boyfriend manifestation notes, and you consider that for a moment before reading further.Â
âThe great Elk represents the Earth element in its masculine form. This means it provides underlying support and stability amidst lifeâs many changes. An Elk personality is fully established in themselves and knows their core values. They become known and respected for acting in ways that uphold those values. Sometimes the Elkâs ego can become inflated, but for the most part, they make damn good fathers, mothers, lovers, and friends. The world needs more elk energy.â
You think about the type of man who could be stable, whether thatâs financially or emotionally. Youâre hoping to find a man as set and in love with his job as you are- the kind of man you could build a future with. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât been thinking about kids, and the note that Elk personalities make good fathers and lovers makes the feeling of hope stir within you.
However, the Elk - like the Lion and the Wolf -Â is a pretty common tattoo.Â
âIâm wondering if I should ask for a second card,â you tell your guides. âThis deck has numerous animals connected to zodiac signs. Fish for Pisces, Scorpion for Scorpio⌠I know not all zodiacs have an animal correlated to them, so I wonât use this as a defining factor, but⌠maybe to make things even a little more specific, could you help me pull a card to represent the zodiac sign for my future Elk tattooed boyfriend?âÂ
This feels like a lot. And youâre aware that there are only a few cards in this large deck that will actually connect to the zodiac, so you prepare yourself for a dud card.
You begin to shuffle, and this time, a card pops out even faster than the first. Itâs face down on your coffee table, and you take a breath, willing this to be a sign.
When you flip the card, you find a lion staring up at you.
The lion is correlated with the Leo zodiac, and you swallow thickly, thinking about the traits generally connected to Leos. The words that come to mind are âconfident, loyal, ambitious, and protective,â two of which are traits youâd manifested.
You find your guidebook again, reading the top line of traits: âPatient, regal, a complete master.â
âThe Lion is a master of the fire element and the living mascot of self-transformation. A lion personality dedicates their life to personal and spiritual growth. This dedication inspires some and intimidates others, therefore the Lion is respected by all but known intimately by few. Some mistake the Lion as hard to access or aloof, yet those with a keener eye know better. Lions are observant, stealth, and precise in their words and actions. They do not waste energy or resources. This card reminds us that self-mastery is available to all, no matter where our quest begins.â
You consider your reading as you put your deck away and head to bed. A Leo man with an Elk tattoo, someone who is patient, stable, headstrong, loyal, and maybe a little egotistical, but hopefully not in any ways that would be damaging to you like your narcissist of an ex-boyfriend.
Youâre prepared to not find a man who fits this bill, but you feel a little better about narrowing down the traits youâre attracted to. Some people donât believe in tarot, and while you can understand that, this reading has spoken to you in a way that you canât quite explain.
Thereâs no timeline to the reading, and you wonât be restricting yourself waiting for a man with an Elk tattoo to sweep you off your feet, but it feels a little easier having some parameters.Â
When you fall asleep, you dream of a large man standing in shadows, Elk-like antlers protruding from his head.Â
One:
âTell me again how you found out about this place?â you sigh, getting out of your best friendâs car to stare at the tattoo studio.
âGod, Iâve told you a hundred times,â Sunmin rolls her eyes. âOne of my sisterâs boyfriendâs cousinsâs boyfriends work here.â
âIâm going to need you to say that slower.â
âMy sisterâs boyfriend, Jeonghan, his cousin is dating one of the artists here, and he says theyâre all super hot. And I figured, since your tarot cards told you a few months ago that youâll find some dude with an elk, a tattoo shop is a good place to look for him.â
âOkay, but please donât bring up the actual tarot,â you plead. âPeople judge me for that shit all the time.â
âMy lips are sealed but my eyes will be wide open,â she grins.
The two of you enter the tattoo shop, and the air conditioning is a welcome reprieve from the hot summer outside. Your friend chats with the receptionist about her consultation with an artist named Vernon, and soon the two of you are being escorted deeper into the studio.
Itâs an open plan layout, with small sections for each artist. Only one man is currently tattooing someone, and you suppose that since itâs the morning, they likely get busier as the day goes on.
Thereâs a large man who approaches you and your friend as you sit in Vernonâs section. âHi! You must be Vernonâs ten oâclock consultation! Iâm Mingyu. Vernonâs just chatting with our boss in the back, but heâll be out pretty quick.â
âHi, Iâm Sunmin and this is y/n,â your friend introduces you. âWe have no problem waiting.â
âCool. I donât have a client for a while, I can keep you guys company while you wait for Vernon if youâd like.â
âWeâd love that,â Sunmin beams.Â
âHow did you guys hear about us?â Mingyu asks, taking a seat on the tattoo artist chair.
âMy sisterâs boyfriendâs cousin is dating one of the guys who work here,â Sunmin explains.
âIs your sisterâs boyfriend Jeonghan?âÂ
Youâre shocked the man was able to follow what Sunmin just said.
âYup! Thatâs him!â Sunmin confirms.
âLove that guy,â Mingyu grins. âYeah, Iâm dating his cousin. He told me heâd tell others about the shop but I didnât think heâd actually follow through with it.â
âWell, here he is, following through,â Sunmin laughs.Â
âSo is this tattoo consult for you?â
Sunmin nods. âYup! Iâve always liked ink, got a few small pieces, but I wanted something bigger for my thigh.âÂ
âHow about you?â Mingyu asks. âAny future tattoo plans?â
âNot at the moment,â you respond, gaze shifting to a door that leads to the office in the back. Two men have come out, theyâre both quite handsome, dressed in oversized hoodies that obscure any ink on their torsos.Â
âIâve actually been looking at elk tattoos,â Sunmin lies, âknow anyone with anything like that?â
Mingyu opens his mouth to respond, but one of the men from the back is already approaching. âHi, are you Sunmin?â he asks.
âThatâs me,â your best friend beams.
âIâm Vernon,â the soft looking man smiles. Mingyu gets out of his seat, bidding a quick farewell before going back to his own section. As Vernon and Sunmin begin to talk about her tattoo plans, you find your eyes shifting to the man who must be the boss as he walks over to inspect the tattoo taking place.
Heâs got a nice build, and you can see the outline of strong shoulders even from under his large black hoodie. He rolls up the sleeves, and you can see heâs heavily inked, but from a distance, you canât make out any elk-like marks.Â
Sunmin had done her best to try to ask Mingyu about a tattoo fitting what your tarot had told you to watch out for, but you suppose you shouldnât be shocked that your soulmate isnât in the first shop youâve gone into.Â
You relax against your chair, listening to Sunmin and Vernon talk.
Youâll do your best to find your Elk inked Leo, but you suppose you canât rush the process.
Two:Â
Youâre at a bar with friends when you hear a commotion just outside. As the designated driver of the night, you havenât touched any drinks, and although it might not be anything serious, your emergency room nurse instincts kick in, drawing you to the possible danger as you quickly make your way to the front of the bar.
You catch the tail end of whatâs happening, one bouncer chasing after some guy whoâs booking it down the street, and another man being held back by a second security guard.Â
The man being held back looks enraged, and he manages to break out of the bouncers grasp- which is when you see blood on the back of his white shirt.
âFuck that guy,â the injured man snarles, and when he turns, you catch a glimpse of his profile.
Itâs the man from the tattoo parlour, the one you assumed was the boss.
While he looks extremely pissed off, you canât help but approach. âExcuse me,â you say quietly, grabbing his attention. âYouâre bleeding.â
âAm I?â He looks over his shoulder, grabbing at his shirt where the blood is. âFuck, he must have grazed me.â
Must have grazed him⌠with a knife?
âIâm uh⌠Iâm an ER nurse, do you mind if I take a look?â you ask.
âIâll grab the first aid kit,â the bouncer tells you, darting back into the bar.
âIâm fine,â the tattooed man tells you.
âThen thereâs no harm in me taking a look to confirm that.â You try to smile softly at him.
The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes. âDonât I know you from somewhere?â
âI think I was at your parlour last week, my friend had a consult,â you explain. âIâm y/n.â
He looks you up and down. âSeungcheol.â
You can see the anger and tension dissipating from his shoulders.Â
âWhy donât you take a seat on the curb and Iâll look at your shoulder?â you suggest.
Seungcheol sighs, but does as heâs told. He sits down, grabbing at the back of his shirt. You catch him wince as he tugs the bloodied fabric off, and youâre shocked at whatâs revealed.
Itâs not the slight gash that makes you take a step back, itâs the Elk head tattoo on the center of his spine, with large antlers tangling up toward the back of his neck.
âIs it that bad?â Seungcheol asks, looking over his shoulder at you again.
âNo, itâs not that.â You do your best to compose yourself, kneeling down to look at the wound, although your eyes keep going back to the Elk.Â
The bouncer returns with the first aid kit, and Seungcheol sits there quietly while you clean the wound. âYouâre right that it was a graze, but I still think stitches would be a good idea,â you tell him.
âIâm not going to the hospital,â Seungheol responds while you press gauze to the wound, bandaging him up with medical tape.Â
âWhy not?â
âI just donât like hospitals,â the beefy tattooed man says simply.
You release a sigh. âListen, Iâm going to give you my number, and if thereâs any sign of infection, call me, okay?â
âYou said you're an emergency room nurse, right?â he asks, standing up when you finish with his shoulder.
âUh huh.â Words evade you as you look at his chiseled chest, and you do your best not to be too obvious at the way youâre gawking at him.
âArenât you going to ask me what I did to piss off the dude with the knife?â
âItâs not important,â you respond quickly. âYou identified it as a knife wound, and thatâs all I needed to know.â
âI was in the emergency room one time, got stabbed by some kid outside a strip club, the nurses kept pestering me about the details. Itâs one of the reasons I donât like hospitals,â Seungcheol explains.
âWell, your business is your business,â you tell him. âAll I care about is that your wound doesnât get infected, and you take care of it if youâre not getting stitches.â
Seungcheolâs gaze feels hot as he stares at you, and then he pulls his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. âHere. For your number.â
Your fingers are shaky as you type in your digits before handing it back to him, and you canât help but notice the way your hands briefly touch.
âI need a drink,â Seungcheol says. âYou coming back inside? Iâll buy you something, as a thank you for not pestering me.â
âNo thanks is necessary,â you try to assure him, but Seungcheol is already reaching for your hand.
âDonât fight this,â he tells you. âLet me say thank you in the way that I know how.â
You allow the big burly man to guide you back into the bar. He orders himself a shot of tequila, then turns to you expectantly.
âUh, can I get an iced tea?â you ask.
âNot drinking?â
âIâm the designated driver tonight,â you explain. âMy friends are over there-â you turn and catch your whole table of friends staring at you.Â
Seungcheol follows your gaze and smirks, offering your friends a small wave. âOkay, so you're a stay in your lane ER nurse, and youâre a designated driver.â
âThat sums it up I guess,â you laugh.
âSheâll get an iced tea,â Seungcheol tells the bartender.
You like that heâs not pushing you. Some people pressure you to drink when youâre out, but you like to have your head screwed on straight on your shoulders. You never know when an emergency is going to happen, and your soul calling is helping people. On top of that, itâs nearly midnight, and youâve got a shift in five hours that you need to be sober for.
âIâm trying to find red flags with you, you know?â Seungcheol says nonchalantly. âBut so far, Iâm not seeing any.â
âMaybe thatâs because I donât have any?â you suggest.
âIâve been told Iâm a walking red flag,â Seungcheol muses.Â
âTattoos can be deceiving,â you point out, although, studies do show that people with trauma are more likely to be inked- all your exâs have had tattoos, and theyâve all had dark pasts. You canât help you type, and staring at the man with the elk on his back, you wonder if this is going to be just another repetition.Â
Your drinks are set in front of you and you watch Seungcheol down his tequila shot. He shakes his head out a little at the taste, and you appreciate the way his dark curls look with the motion.Â
âAnyways, youâre here with friends, I wonât keep you,â he sighs.
âThanks for the iced tea,â you smile softly.
âDonât mention it,â Seungcheol nods.
You mirror the movement, grabbing your drink and heading back to your table.
The moment youâre seated, all your friends erupt into chatter.
âWho was that?!â one asks.
âHe was hot!â another friend notes.
âWasnât that the dude from the tattoo shop?â Sunmin questions, looking after Seungcheol. âIs he⌠bleeding?â
âYeah, itâs the guy from the parlour,â you sigh. âHis name is Seungcheol, and yes, someone tried to stab him outside.â
âJesus!â Sunminâs eyes widen. âBut⌠he bought you a drink?â
âI just cleaned the wound and bandaged it,â you explain. âHe insisted on getting me a drink.â
âWell⌠thatâs nice, isnât it?â one of your friends says thoughtfully.
âI guess.â Itâs clear you donât want to talk about this further, and your friends quickly go back to discussing something else, but you inch closer to Sunmin. âHe has a tattoo.â
âHe has a lot of tattoos,â she laughs.
âNo, he has like⌠this big elk head and antlers on his back.â
âWhat?!âÂ
âDonât make a big deal out of it,â you warn her, not wanting her to raise her voice too loud so your other friends hear. Youâre quite private about your spiritual leanings. Being a woman of science, and ER nurse no less, sometimes it feels like believing in fate isnât something that works well with your job.
âWeâre talking about this later,â Sunmin tells you.
âYeah.â
You sit back, thinking about it.
Obviously your interaction with Seungcheol was short. He came off as a bit of a hot head, perhaps youâd even use the word brash- there was certainly a level of ego that radiated off of him as well, but, at the same time, heâs one of the most handsome tattooed men youâve ever met.
Youâd asked your guides for a sign, and tonight, the Elk had bared its antlered head.
Now itâs up to you to decide if you trust in fate, or if this is all just a coincidence.Â
Three:
Youâre about seven hours into your eight hour shift. Having started at five am, after being a designated driver and getting your friends home at three, youâre quite tired. Things were very busy for a while in the emergency room, but for whatever reason now that itâs noon, things have seemed to calm down a little.
Youâre just sitting in the nurse station with your coworker Joshua when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Itâs an unknown number, and at first, youâre not sure if you should answer it.
Against your better judgement, you bring your phone to your ear, âHello?â
âIs this the stay in your lane ER nurse whoâs also the designated driver?â
You let out a sigh. âY/N.â
âYeah, you.â
âHi, Seungcheol.â
âHi. So, I tried to stitch up the wound when I got home, and Iâm not sure if I did a good job.â
âYou tried to stitch it up?â you ask, already exasperated. âWhy didnât you ask me to do it at the bar?â
âI just didnât,â he says simply.
âSend me a pic of the stitches,â you instruct.
âOne sec.â
You wait patiently, and Joshua catches your eyes. âWhatâs happening?â he mouths.
You quickly mute your call. âSome guy I helped at the bar last night got grazed by a knife, he didnât want stitches, but decided to try to stitch himself up this morning.â
âWhat the fuck?â Joshua laughs.
âOkay, sent.â Seungcheolâs voice makes you hit the unmute button, and you open your messages to see the picture.
Joshua rolls closer, staring at your phone. While Seungcheolâs broad muscular back is a bit of a distraction, the stitch up job on the wound is sloppy, and draws most of your attention.
âSeungcheol,â you sigh. âIâm going to say this in the nicest possible way. You might be a tattoo artist, but your stitching skills are sub par at best.â
The line is quiet for a moment, then you hear a chuckle. âSomeoneâs in a grouchy mood.â
Joshuaâs eyes widen, and he looks at you for your response.Â
âYou would be too if you spent all yesterday sleeping, woke up to be a designated driver for your friends, got home at three and had to be at work for five.â
âOh⌠are you at work now?â
âUh huh.â
âI shouldnât bother you then,â Seungcheol says quickly.
âItâs no bother,â you assure him. âLook, Iâm off in an hour. Iâll swing by to your shop to check out the stitching. Most stitches should be sewn within six to eight hours, weâre bordering on twelve- I just want to make sure thereâs no infection.â
âYou should just go home after work.â
âYou should listen to your ER nurse and let her help you,â you retort, too tired to argue with him over this.
Seungcheol makes a groaning sound. âFine.â
âSee you in an hour.â
You hang up the phone and Joshua looks you up and down. âWhatâs his deal?â
âHonestly,â you sigh, âI couldnât tell ya.â
Four:
You and Joshua often have the same shifts, and you carpool together to feel more green, so itâs Joshua who drives you to the tattoo parlour when youâre done work.
Seungcheol is waiting outside, arms crossed over his broad chest, and he eyes Joshua as the both of you get out of the car.Â
âHey,â Seungcheol says as you approach, âwhoâs this?â
âMy coworker, Joshua,â you introduce them, and Joshua has the decency to hold out a hand.
You hold your breath, releasing it when Seungcheol gives him a customary curt handshake.
âHeâs your ride?â Seungcheol asks.
âUh huh, is that a problem?â
âI just donât feel comfortable having him around while you check out my shoulder, even if he does work with youâ Seungcheol explains. âListen, Iâve got a motorcycle and an extra helmet in the shop, how about I take you home after this?â
Both men look at you, and for a moment, you feel flustered and put on the spot.
Youâve never been on a bike before- but fuck it, youâre too tired to work through Seungcheolâs weird alpha behavior and territorial mentality about you having a male coworker with you.
âThat works,â you agree. âThanks for the ride, Josh.â
âText me when youâre home,â he warns, pulling you in for a hug.
You can practically feel Seungcheol staring daggers at the two of you when Joshua pulls away and heads back to his car.
Seungcheolâs demeanor is a bit icy as he leads you into the shop. You notice Vernon and Mingyu. Mingyu even says a loud âHi, y/n!â and you nod politely as Seungcheol takes you into the back office, closing the door.
âSo, is that dude your boyfriend?â he asks, heading to the first aid kit already open on his desk.
âNo, Iâm not seeing anyone right now. My last ex, uh⌠he did a number on me.âÂ
âYeah?â Seungcheol takes off his shirt while you grab medical gloves to pull on. âWanna talk about it?â
âIâm not sure what there is to say,â you admit with a sad laugh.
âThen you donât have to say anything,â he decides.
âHow about you?â you ask, softly prompting him to turn away from you on his spinny chair so you can assess the wound, gently removing the gauze.Â
âWhat about me?â he counters.
âAre you seeing anyone?â
âNope.â Heâs quiet for a moment. âMy ex was a bit of a shit show too.â
âWell I guess weâre kindred in that at least,â you smile, leaning close to get a better look at his shoulder.Â
Seungcheol shivers slightly, and you think your breath on his throat must have set him off a little, but he stays silent. You notice his hands balling into fists on his thighs.
âI think your stitching can stay, but Iâm going to clean your wound again and rebandage it.â
âSounds good,â Seungcheol responds gruffly.
âWhile Iâm doing this, do you mind if I ask about your tattoo? This big Elk?â You gently graze your surgical gloved pinky finger down his spine, and Seungcheol shivers again.
âJesus, donât do that,â he snaps.
âSorry. Itâs a pretty tattoo, I couldnât help myself.â Your skin is heating with embarrassment, and you notice Seungcheolâs ears turning red too.
âI uh,â he swallows thickly. âMy grandma was a tarot reader. She was always doing these readings, very connected to the Earth and shit. She used to tell me I had an Elk soul, like her. Something about spiritual guidance, protection, kindred souls or some shit. Iâm not super into that stuff, but when she died, I kept having these stupid Elk dreams. Sort of felt like she was trying to communicate with me- if you believe in that sort of thing. Anyways, I figured if I got the tattoo, Iâd feel closer to her, like she has my back.â
This is not the tattoo explanation youâd ever considered would come from a man like Seungcheol, and it takes you a few moments to register it and decide on a response.
âIt sounds like you were very close with your grandma, Iâm sorry that she passed.â
âItâs okay,â Seungcheol shrugs it off. âShit happens.â
And just like that, heâs closing up again.
You wonder if you should tell him about your tarot connections, but you donât want to sound like some crazy chick if you mention your spirit guides pointing you toward an Elk. Instead, you bite your tongue as you finish up his wound.Â
âAll done,â you announce.
Seungcheol doesnât say anything as he stands up and puts on his shirt. âWhatâs your address?â he asks, pulling out his phone.
You show him on the maps where you live. âAre you sure you want to give me a ride? Donât you have⌠clients?â
âI can get you home and be back in time for my next appointment,â he assures you. âThink of this as another way of saying thank you for fixing me up.â
So far, heâs shown two love languages. Heâs bought you a drink, and now heâs doing an act of service. Heâd seemed hesitant on touch today, unlike last night when heâd been drinking, and you wonder what his history in relationships is like.
It sounds like youâve both had shitty past experiences.
You just want to figure him out.
âHave you been on a bike before?â Seungcheol asks, grabbing a small black fullface helmet off a shelf of motorcycle memorabilia.Â
âNo.â
âAre you scared?â
âMore tired than anything else,â you admit with a laugh.
âWell, my Harley has a sissy bar, so youâll be okay.â
You donât even know what a sissy bar is, but you follow Seungcheol out to his bike anyways.Â
âHere, we can put your stuff in my saddlebag,â he explains, opening a large additional compartment near the back tire of his bike. âI donât always ride with these, but for whatever reason, I thought it would be a good idea to have them on today.â
He helps you put your work bag in his bike, and then, he helps you with your helmet, his fingers delicately grazing your throat as he tightens the strap there.
âIf anything is wrong, just tap my thigh,â he tells you, swinging a leg over his bike and starting the engine.
Even with layers of protection over your ears from the helmet, his Harley is loud. It purrs, like a lion, and you stand in a daze for a moment before he makes a motion for you to hop on.Â
Youâre careful of his injured shoulder as you slowly get on the bike, adjusting yourself on the seat.Â
Seungcheol reaches for your hand, settling it on his hip. He opens his visor. âReady?â
You nod.
He nods back, and the bike roars to life. He pulls out of the parking spot, and you hold on tighter, thankful for the additional padding of a safety bar behind your back- is this the sissy bar he was talking about?Â
You canât dwell on motorcycle terms as Seungcheol gets onto the street, the bike moving even faster. The feeling of summer air is hot but pleasant on your skin as you ride between cars. You get the sneaking suspicion that Seungcheol is holding back on his driving-
You could imagine him weaving between vehicles and being a general menace on his bike, but with you on the back, heâs trying his best to be a gentleman.
Youâre shocked at the trust you already have in this man. A man who a little over twelve hours ago, was a stranger.
Youâve never considered yourself an adrenaline junkie, but on the back of Seungcheolâs bike, everything else slips away.
Youâre at your home before you know it, and you almost feel sad when Seungcheol pulls up to the curb. He motions for you to get off, and he joins you on the sidewalk a moment later, quickly helping you with your helmet.
âHow was it?â he asks.
âThat was super fun,â you tell him, beaming.
Seungcheol grins when he sees the expression on your face. âGlad you enjoyed it.â
âListen, keep the helmet for now,â Seungcheol says. âI have your number and I know where you live, so Iâll come back for it.â
You feel your expression drop, and Seungcheol cocks his head to the side, concern written on his face.
âYou good?â
âI just-â you swallow thickly. âSorry, my uh- my ex used to say that to me. That he knew where I lived when I broke up with him. It felt like a threat, and itâs one of the reasons I had to move a couple of months ago.â
Seungcheol is quiet for a moment. âFuck that guy.â
You nod. âFuck that guy.â
Five:
Youâve had Seungcheol stuck in your head. After heâd dropped you off, it had been hard to sleep, your mind preoccupied with his answer about his tattoo. When youâd finally woken up hours later, you hadnât been able to help yourself, youâd pulled out your tarot deck.
âSpirit,â youâd breathed. âI think I may have met him. The Elk. And even though youâve given me the sign with his tattoo, I feel like I need more confirmation. Iâm going to shuffle, and if this is meant for me, can you please give me a love card?â
There are numerous cards within the deck that talk about relationships, partnerships and new beginnings, and youâre hoping that one pops out.
You begin to shuffle, closing your eyes and taking it easy.
Itâs about a minute before a card pops out. Itâs upside down on your coffee table.Â
You take a deep breath, slowly reaching out to flip the card.
The Two of Cups stares up at you, and you donât even have to open your tarot guide book to know what that means. Itâs a card of unity, of partnership. Other than the Lovers, itâs one of the most clear relationship cards you can get.Â
You stare at it for a long while. The Elk may have been a coincidence. The fact that his own late grandmother had been a tarot reader may have been a coincidence. But pulling the Two of Cups, out of any other card, when seaking confirmation- this feels like fate.Â
Part of you wants to be extra sure and ask for the lovers card, but you also think this might be a good time to trust your spirit team. Theyâve guided you twice now, and maybe you have to look inward.
Why are you so cautious that Seungcheol might be the one?
Are you ready for a new relationship?
Youâd thought you were ready- and here you are, meeting a man who fits your type-
Maybe itâs the fact that he is your type that youâre worried. What if he turns out to be a dickhead like the last ones? Youâre still holding onto a lot of fear. You want to protect yourself, which you validate as a legitimate concern.
But⌠are you going to spend the rest of your life frightened?
Or are you going to try to let go of those fears and learn to trust again, even if it ends up biting you in the ass?
The possible risk is heartbreak, but the possible reward is endless happiness.
Fate can only do so much, this is the part where your own actions will dictate the future.
Six:
âSo, howâs that dude with the tattoos doing?â Joshua asks, taking a seat next to you in the nursing station when things have finally calmed down.
âCheol? I uh⌠havenât talked to him since he dropped me off at my place two days ago.â
âIs that good or bad?âÂ
You shrug. âIâm not sure. Weâre both busy people. I work here, and he owns a tattoo shop.â
âI guess thatâs true,â Joshua nods. âMaybe you should call him and see how heâs doing?â
You quirk a brow at your friend. âWhatâs your angle here?â
Now itâs Joshuaâs turn to shrug his shoulders. âNo angle. I think, as your friend, sometimes itâs important to give you a little push. After all, your tarot said heâs your soulmate.â
Joshuaâs one of your only coworkers who youâve felt comfortable opening up to. He knows about all your spiritual inklings, and youâd filled him in on your whole Elk, Leo, Two of Cups fiasco yesterday.Â
âFine, Iâll give him a quick call,â you sigh. âStrictly as a nurse who wants to see how the wound is doing.â
âKeep telling yourself that,â Joshua grins.
You roll your eyes at him, fishing your phone out of your pocket.
Seungcheol answers on the second ring. âHey.â
âHi, how are you doing?â you ask, putting him on speaker phone. Joshua might be encouraging you to do this as a friend, but you know better than anyone that he also loves some good tea.
âDoing okay.â
âAnd your shoulder?â
âGood as far as I know⌠why? You worried about me?â You can hear the grin in his voice, the fact that heâs loving the concern you have for him. âIâve had worse, you know.â
âIâd just hate for it to get infected,â you sigh.
âLook, if you want to do your due diligence as a nurse and everything, how about you get drinks with me and assess it yourself?â he suggests.
Joshua grabs your thigh, eyes widening, waiting on what youâll say next.
âWe could do that,â you respond.
âSounds good, when are you free?â
âIâm off tomorrow.â
âHow do you feel about eight oâclock?âÂ
âThat works,â you nod.
âIâll pick you up at eight then, and bring your helmet.â
You find yourself smiling. âWill do.â
âItâs a date. See you then.â
âBye, Cheol.â
Your heart is racing as you hang up the phone, and Joshua immediately repeats Seungcheolâs words, âItâs a date.âÂ
âItâs a date,â you respond, jittery at the idea.
âSome guys are assholes and say âletâs hang out,â but this one says âitâs a date.ââ
âThatâs a good sign,â you insist.
âA very good sign,â Joshua agrees. âIf this dude ends up being the one, I might just have to get into tarot.â
Seven:
Youâre surprised to find yourself playing nighttime mini golf with Seungcheol on your date. âWhat happened to drinks?â you ask as he pays for your tickets and grabs your clubs from the attendant.
He shrugs. âFigured youâre a nurse so you might not wanna get on my motorcycle after I had a few drinks, also the fact that you were designated driver last time I saw you at a bar- I thought this might be more your style. But, Iâll warn you, Iâm not going to go easy on ya.â
You laugh, pleasantly surprised at how astute this man can be. âI think this will be fun.â
âMe too.â
Seungcheolâs wearing black jeans and a charcoal v-neck that shows off his strong shoulders. Heâs the epitome of your type: a bad boy with tattoos. Yet, when you begin to play, heâs shockingly patient.
âLet me show you how to hold the club,â he suggests on the second hole, waiting for you to nod before he steps behind you and wraps his body around your own. âFeet positioning is key.â He also gently adjusts your hands, and your heart leaps in your chest when he breathes against your throat. âIt might take some time to get used to,â Seungcheol warns, âso donât beat yourself up if it doesnât come naturally.â
You hit the golf ball, and it goes a lot closer to the hole than your first shot had.
âDid it take a while for you to get into mini golf?â you ask.
âNah, I was always a natural,â he teases, flashing you a wink before he takes his own shot.
You admire the way his shoulders look with his back to you. âSo what got you into being a tattoo artist? Into having your own place?âÂ
âWell, my grandma passed, and she left me a pretty big inheritance. She always thought I could succeed as a tattoo artist, but before that I was stuck doing blue collar type shit. I think, the money was her final way of telling me to follow my dreams. Iâm kind of obsessed with ink, if you havenât noticed.â He holds out his arms, which are littered with patchwork. âHow about you? How does someone get into being an emergency room nurse?â
âI just like helping people,â you explain. âWhen I was a kid, I broke my arm falling off the monkey bars. Iâd always been scared of hospitals, but the nurse who helped me in emergency was an angel. She made it less scary, and when it was over, I realized I wanted to be just like her. When people come into the emergency room, itâs never fun. Itâs frightening, and cold- and I want to be there for people who are going through that, to be a warm, friendly face.â
âMy grandma had a light worker's soul too,â Seungcheol nods. âThatâs what she always called it anyways. She wasnât ever officially trained, but in her later years she got into herbal medicine. Anytime I was sick it was lemon and garlic chicken noodle soup with bone broths and the works- always made me feel a lot better.â
âShe sounds like she was an amazing woman.â
âShe was,â Seungcheol agrees. âI donât know you that well yet, but I think she would have liked you.â
You grin. âIs that an important trait you look for when taking girls to mini golf?âÂ
Seungcheol lets out a laugh. âIt should be. My last ex wouldnât have fit the bill, and at the time, I thought that was okay, but it didnât end well.â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â
âIâll talk about mine if you talk about yours,â he suggests. âYou said your last boyfriend was a creep when you broke up, threatened to come to your place and shit, he sounds like a piece of work.â
âHe was,â you sigh. âIâve got this thing for big tattooed men, bad boy types. It always leads to me getting my heart broken. He would tell me I was the one and everything, but I found out he was cheating on me with some waitress at the bar he used to go to all the time.â
âSo what Iâm hearing is⌠Iâm your type.â Seungcheol flashes you a wink and you roll your eyes at him. âIâm just fucking with you. Iâm sorry to hear that. Cheaters are the fucking worst.â
âSounds like youâve experienced something like that too.âÂ
âLooks like both of our exâs were cheating fucks,â Seungcheol says. âI know itâs a red flag to talk shit about your ex or whatever, but some exâs deserved to be talked bad about.â
You nod. âA hundred percent.â
âDid you think you were going to be with your last one forever?â Seungcheol asks after a moment.
âI thought so.â
âMe too with mine, I was just about ready to get her a ring.â He frowns, looking down at his golf ball. With a sigh, he easily knocks it into the hole. âWell, this is just the way life happens I guess.â
Itâs clear you both have very similar wounds. Youâre shocked at how easy it is to talk about this with Seungcheol. Some people say not to talk about exâs on dates with new people, but this almost feels therapeutic. You understand Seungcheol better, and youâre sure he understands you too.
Itâs promising to know he thinks about the future, that heâs ready to settle down, not all men are.
Maybe youâre both in the same boat with all of this, and thatâs a hopeful thought.
Eight:Â
Seungcheol canât seem to get you out of his head.Â
Heâd never thought of himself as a particularly superstitious man. His grandma had been spiritual, and heâd always loved that aspect of her. Heâd enjoyed doing tarot readings and making all sorts of elixirs with her in the garden. Sheâd told him heâd be a successful tattoo artist, sheâd seen it in the stars, and while sheâd been a big part of making that premonition come true, he wonders what else she might be right about.
Seungcheolâs grandma had always told him heâd end up with a healer like her. A doctor, a psychiatrist, a nurse- she wasnât very specific, but sheâd said his soul would call in a light worker when the time was right.
He feels drawn to you, his little emergency room nurse, designated driver, light worker.Â
Itâs been such a short amount of time, but thereâs something unexplainable about the way he feels.
âYou look distracted,â Mingyu muses, coming to join Seungcheol outside the tattoo parlour where heâs puffing on his vape.
âJust thinking.â
âAbout your birthday party tonight, or that girl you brought through the other day?â Mingyu presses, grinning as he bumps his shoulder against Seungcheolâs.Â
Seungcheol canât help but sigh at his friendâs prying ways.Â
âLook you donât have to tell me anything, but summer is almost over and you need a backpack. My angel has been surrounded by testosterone motorcycle rides for months, and weâd all love another girl to be part of the group. You should invite her out tonight.â
Of course Mingyuâs coming at this from an angle of having a girlfriend. He and Wonwoo are obsessed with their âlittle angel,â and Mingyuâs always talking about the joys of being in a relationship. It can get somewhat tedious for Seungcheol.
âDonât you have a client soon?â Seungcheol sighs.
âPoint taken, Iâll leave you be,â Mingyu says, patting him on the shoulder.Â
As soon as his friend is inside, Seungcheol pulls out his phone. He thinks about what heâs going to say to you, before typing out an easy, âUp to anything tonight?â
Heâs shocked by how quick your response is. âItâs Sunmiâs birthday this week so weâre celebrating tonight since itâs Saturday.â
Seungcheolâs mood drops, and a moment later, youâre calling him.
âHi,â he says.
âHi,â you respond. âHow are you doing?â
âNot so bad.â He wants to tell you that itâs his birthday tonight, wants to try to convince you to come, but at the same time, he doesnât want to guilt you, doesnât want to mess up your plans. âWhatâs up?â
âI just⌠I know weâve only gone on one actual date, and I only met you a week ago, but⌠I just want you to know, when I go out tonight, Iâm not going to be hitting on anyone or anything.â
Heâs taken aback for a moment. âI wasnât really worried about that.â
âOkay! Good! I just- I know with your ex and everything- and I just, I figured Iâd clarify, even though weâve only been on one date, Iâm a one guy at a time kind of girl.â
He respects that youâre so direct about this, and he appreciates your loyalty. You really are a good person.Â
âIâm a one girl at a time kind of guy,â Seungcheol says finally. âGlad weâre on the same page about that.â
âMe too.â He can hear your smile, and it makes his heart swell.Â
âAnyways, Iâll let you go. Have fun tonight.â
âI will, bye, Cheol.â
Nine:
Youâre having a great night. The drinks have been flowing, and youâre having a fun time celebrating Sunmiâs birthday. Things are fuzzy in the best way- until you hear a familiar voice say your name.
You turn to find your ex standing close to you at the bar, and your heart sinks in your chest.
âItâs been a while,â your ex states.
You canât even find the words to speak, suddenly getting drunk seems like a horrible idea.
Youâve just started to feel safe again, to feel stable- youâd thought being out with your friends, you could let loose, but now your ex is here and your heart is beginning to race.
âHave you been drinking?â your ex asks, coming to stand closer to you at the bar top, where youâd been sipping a gin and tonic.Â
âI, uh-â your words catch in your throat, and you swallow thickly. âItâs Sunminâs birthday.â
Your ex nods, and when you look toward your table, you see Sunmin gaping at you.
Turning away from Sunmi, your ex addresses you. âIs she still a huge bitch?â
âI-â you want to defend your friend, but you feel frozen. You canât think- youâre completely overwhelmed, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears, your heart like thunder in your chest.
âWe need to talk,â your ex says next. âCome outside with me.â
He grabs your arm, and then a hand wraps around yours. You turn to see Sunmi standing there, glaring at your ex. âWhat do you think youâre doing?!â she asks.
âY/N and I need to have a chat outside,â your ex sighs, being very dismissive.
âShe doesnât have to go anywhere with you,â Sunmi insists. âHoney, do you want to go with him?â
You quickly shake your head, moving closer to your friend for safety.
âShe doesnât know what she wants,â your ex rolls his eyes, tightening his grip on your arm to the point where it almost hurts.
âWeâre going to the bathroom,â Sunmi insists, somehow successfully tugging you away from your ex.Â
âRun away, but Iâll be right here to talk to her when youâre done.â
It feels like a blur as Sunmi races you to the womanâs washroom. âY/N,â she helps you to the sink, looking at your face. âAre you okay?â
âI-â
Sunmi pulls you to her chest, hugging you deeply. âWeâre going to sort this out,â she promises.
âHow?â You feel like crying. All the emotions come flooding back, the fear, the helplessness-
âWeâre going to call Seungcheol.â
âWhat?â Youâre in shock. âWe canât do that!â
âWe can, and we will. Men like your ex only respond to other men. Weâre calling him. Give me your phone.â
Reluctantly, you hand Sunmi your cell, turning on the sink to splash your arms with cold water.
âHi, Seungcheol?â Thereâs a pause. âNo, this is Sunmi. Iâm out with y/n, weâre at a bar on Elm and fifth street, her ex just showed up- okay, okay, yeah, weâre in the bathroom in the back.â
She hangs up and you look to her for an explanation.
Your friend lets out a sigh. âAs soon as I said your ex was here, Seungcheol said to give him five minutes. Iâm going to keep you here and heâll come get us, okay?â
You nod. âIâm sorry to ruin your birthday.â
âHoney, youâre not ruining anything,â she assures you, pulling you in for another hug.Â
You hold back tears while you wait with Sunmi, and in no time at all, thereâs a knock on the bathroom door. Seungcheol pokes his head in, and you see his expression drop when he sees you.
âWhat happened?â he growls, coming to join you.
âHer ex was trying to drag her outside-â Sunmi tries to explain.
âHe touched you?â Seungcheol asks, anger laced in his words.
You nod, pointing to your forearm.Â
âGrabbed is more like it,â Sunmi breathes.
âOkay,â Seungcheol nods. âOkay, Iâll get you out of here. Just hold onto me and weâll get out of here.â
You nod again, allowing Seungcheol to gently take your hand. He guides you out of the bathroom, and you huddle close to his side as he walks you through the bar- you almost think things will go smoothly when your ex steps in front of you.
âWhoâs this, youâre new boyfriend?â he asks, venom dripping from his words.
Seungcheol stops in his tracks. âSo you must be the dip shit ex.â
âSay that again, asshole,â your ex growls, eyes narrowing.
âYou must be-â Seungcheol broadens his shoulders, âthe dip shit ex.â
Your ex releases a laugh, and then heâs taking a swing. It feels slow and fast at the same time, Sunmi tears you away from Seungcheol, who dodges the punch easily, only to land a blow to your exâs stomach-
âY/N! Sunmi!â Mingyuâs voice appears out of nowhere, and suddenly two strong arms are wrapping around you and your friend. âOutside!â
Mingyu keeps you close as he gets you and Sunmi out of the bar while a commotion ensues in your wake. Four motorcycles are pulled up on the curb. You recognize Vernon, and thereâs another man youâve never seen before.
âCheolâs starting shit,â Mingyu tells his friends quickly.
âWe heard your ex was here?â Vernon offers, giving you a sympathetic look.
âHe threw a swing at Cheol when I got inside,â Mingyu tries to explain. âY/N, weâre going to get you out of here, Wonwoo pass me the spare helmet from the saddlebag.â
âWhat about Seungcheol?â you ask, watching the men fuss.
âHe can take care of himself,â Mingyu assures you, helping you put on the helmet.
âCheol will meet us at our place,â the new man, Wonwoo, says. âWhen he gets hot like this, he doesnât drive very safely.â
âTrust us,â Mingyu pleads. âWe just gotta get you out of here, your ex made the first swing, and nothing good can come from this now.â
You turn to Sunmi and she squeezes your hand. âItâs okay, get out of here. Iâll text you what happens.â
You canât even think as Mingyu gets onto his bike and you awkwardly take the seat behind him. You canât comprehend how things happened the way they did- how fast the altercation had been before your ex had taken a go at Seungcheol.
As you leave the bar, heart thundering in your chest, itâs the most you can do to try to slow your breathing, your body still carrying the trauma that youâd endured with your ex, the wound youâd thought was healed now torn open.
Ten:
âAre you sure this is okay?â you ask as Mingyu covers you with a large fluffy blanket on his couch. âI mean- you just said your girlfriend is four months pregnant and sleeping in the other room-â
âItâs fine,â Mingyu assures you.
âIâm sorry if I ruined your night.â Youâd found your ability to speak again once you felt safe and in Mingyuâs apartment, and now, you canât help the anxiety bubbling inside of you. You feel like a burden- and itâs an all too familiar feeling from your time with your ex.
âYou didnât ruin it, we were almost done anyways,â Wonwoo notes.Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
âY/N, deep breaths,â Mingyu tells you, sitting on the couch next to you, offering your calf a reassuring squeeze.
âIs Cheol going to be okay?â you ask.
âHeâs going to be fine, that man has never lost a fight,â Mingyu explains, smiling softly.
In the distance, you hear an engine revving, and Wonwoo sighs. âThere he is.â
Not even five minutes later, Seungcheol is practically bursting through the door. His eyes find you on the couch, and youâre quick to stand, allowing him to envelop you in a hug. His heart is racing in his chest, heâs clearly panicked, and when he pulls away, he looks down at you with wide eyes.
âAre you okay?â he questions, cupping your face as if checking you for injury.
âIâm okay, are you okay?â you retort.
âJust a few bruised knuckles,â he assures you.Â
You find yourself laughing, and as you laugh, your eyes well up with tears. Now that heâs here, you finally feel like you can take a deep breath, and heâs quick to tug you back to his chest as you cry.
âIâm going to give you a moment, then Iâm going to take you home,â he tells you, hand smoothing up and down your back.
You stay in his arms until you feel a bit better, and when you pull away, Mingyu is offering you a tissue. You clean yourself up, say your goodbyes, then Seungcheol walks you out with the spare helmet in hand.
He doesnât say anything on the way down, but at the bike, he hands you his fullface. âWant you protected,â he tells you, grabbing the bucket helmet from your grasp.
You nod, putting on the helmet and allowing him to help you fasten it up.Â
Youâre quiet as you both get onto the bike, and Seungcheol adjusts your hand to his hip, squeezing gently.Â
The bike roars to life and you take off.
Itâs a different feeling to be on a motorcycle while still a little drunk, and you find yourself throwing your head back to look up at the night sky.Â
Youâve seen the stars before, but on the back of Seungcheolâs bike, it feels like you're experiencing them for the first time.Â
You lose track of time doing this, and the ride is done sooner than youâd like when he pulls up to your building. âCome on, baby,â he says softly, helping you take off your helmet. âLetâs get you upstairs.â
He holds your hand, helping you with your keys to get into the apartment complex. The elevator ride is quiet, but his hand is a reassuring constant, warm and large wrapped around your own.
Heâs never been to your place, and you feel a little self conscious as you open up your door. Itâs a modest apartment, one bedroom- thereâs really nothing to be insecure about, but you think maybe your anxiety from the bar incident is just making you a little crazy.
âHow about you sit down, and Iâll get you some water?â he suggests, helping you to the couch.
You kick off your high heels, curling up on the cushions while Seungcheol putters around your kitchen. He already looks like he belongs here, and for a brief moment, you can forget about your ex.
Seungcheol rejoins you on the couch, handing you the cup. âHere.âÂ
âThank you.â
You sip on your water, trying to breathe properly again.
Seungcheol gives you the space to unwind. He doesnât pester you with questions about the altercation with your ex at the bar, and youâre grateful for it.
âYouâre not hurt, are you?â he asks finally.
You shake your head, your eyes dropping to his hands. âYouâre hurt though.â
âJust bruised knuckles,â he assures you.Â
âThereâs blood,â you insist. âIâll-â
âTell me where your first aid kit is and Iâll grab it.âÂ
You direct him to the cupboard in your bathroom, and he returns with it, setting the case onto your coffee table.Â
âHowâs your shoulder?â you ask as you take out the tools youâll need.
âAlmost better, I heal fast,â he says softly.
It feels good to focus on his wounds rather than your own, and you gently clean the scrapes on his hand. His right fist is pretty badly bruised, and you do your best to treat it. Then you begin to slowly wrap his knuckles, taking your time. Two wraps around his wrist, diagonal across the top to his pinky, under the hand, to the pointer, diagonal-Â
Itâs a nice repetition of motions, and when youâre all done, you lift his hand to your lips, gently pressing a kiss to his knuckles. âAll better.â
You look up at Seungcheol, and he stares back.
Then, he slowly moves in, carefully watching your expression. He stops just an inch from your lips, and you can feel his breath on your face. Heâs waiting for you to make the final move, for you to be the one with control.
With one last look at your beautiful, dark protector, you close the distance.
Itâs a soft kiss, not the kind of first kiss youâve ever had before. Seungcheol doesnât immediately try to dominate you like men in the past have, he lets you set the pace. You lean in closer, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you deepen the kiss.Â
Seungcheolâs arms wrap around you, and itâs a somewhat awkward position on the couch like this, so he simply pulls you onto his lap.Â
You lose yourself in the kiss, allowing all your anxiety to dissipate while you enjoy the safety Seungcheol provides.Â
After a while, Seungcheol pulls away, and youâre both breathing heavily.Â
âHow⌠how do your knuckles feel?â you ask.
He laughs, looking down at his hands. âI might black out my fingers when this is all healed,â he admits. âI get into too many barfights. My grandma used to say it was the Leo in me.â
âThe Leo in you?â you repeat, heard thumping wildly in your chest.
âYeah, I uhâŚâ he lets out a soft chuckle, âI didnât wanna pressure you to come out or anything after I heard you were at a friendâs birthday party, but itâs sort of my birthday today.â
Youâre frozen for a moment. âHappy birthday.â
âThanks.â
âYouâre a Leo,â you say again.
âUh huh. Youâre not about to tell me some weird zodiac rule about our signs not being compatible, are you?â
âNo, itâs not that.â You take a deep breath. Just a short time ago, youâd decided not to tell him about the Elk tattoo meaning, and now here you are, about to tell him everything.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs the adrenaline from the bar situation, or the slight tipsyness, but you think fuck it, if he could tell you about his tarot loving grandmother, you can tell him about this.
âA few months ago, I did a reading,â you begin to explain.
âA tarot reading,â he clarifies.
âYeah. And I asked my guides to show me a spirit animal card that would be a tattoo on the person Iâm supposed to be with. The card came up as an Elk- and before you tell me itâs a very common tattoo, I know it is, which is why I asked for further clarification with them telling me the zodiac of this person too-â
âAnd they said Leo,â he breathes.
You nod. âThen, when I met you, the Elk lined up, but I still wasnât sure, so I did another reading on us, and the Two of Cups came out, itâs a love card. So with those two cards, and now the fact that youâre a Leo-â
âIs this your way of telling me you think Iâm your soulmate?â Seungcheol grins.
âGod, I should have guessed youâre a fucking Leo,â you roll your eyes.
âDonât be rude,â he tuts, gently pinching your hip. âIf itâs any consolation, my grandmother always told me Iâd end up with someone in the medical field, and youâre an ER nurse.â
âShe really said that?â you ask.
âUh huh.â Seungcheolâs gaze dips to your lips then back up again. âI wonder if she saw this future.â
Your heart melts. After your last relationship, where the lovebombing came on fast, youâd promised yourself not to get burned by that sort of thing again- but here you are, falling for Seungcheol way quicker than you ever have with anyone else in the past.
Even so, something about this feels so right.
You let out a breath. âOne time with the Elk may have been coincidence. Two times with the Two of Cups card was a little odd. But three times with your Leo Zodiac-â
âI guess the question is, do you believe in fate?â Seungcheol moves closer.
âI think you know that I do,â you laugh.
Seungcheolâs hands squeeze your hips, and he doesnât say anything else as he brings his mouth to yours.
You kiss him eagerly, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your chests together. His tongue glides against your own and it feels like magic- thereâs a bulge growing in his pants, and you canât help but begin to grind down against him.
Seungcheol releases a small groan and itâs music to your ears, prompting you to apply more pressure to his cock when you wriggle against him.
With a sigh, Seungcheol pulls away. âBaby,â he says softly, âyouâve been drinking and I donât want to take advantage tonight-â
âI swear that whole situation with my ex sobered me up,â you admit. âBesides, maybe I want to give you a birthday present.âÂ
âA birthday present?â he repeats with a chuckle.
You nod. âCheol, I havenât even kissed anyone in months- Iâm already practically drenched from making out, you wonât make me wait even longer, will you?â
He studies your face, and you can see the moment he folds. âWe can do this, but at any point if I think you look drunk, we have to stop. I donât want you to regret this being our first time.â
âI could never regret this,â you promise, leaning in to press your lips to his throat.
Seungcheol throws his head back, his fingers digging into your hips again. The low moan he releases tells you that he has a sensitive neck, and you enjoy simply teasing him for a minute while you mentally prep yourself for whatâs to come next.
You do want to move on, and this is one of those steps.
Youâre not afraid of it. You had been frightened about intimacy with someone new, but Seungcheol makes you feel more safe than youâve ever felt in your life.
You want this.Â
You shift a little on Seungcheolâs lap, reaching down to cup his cock with your palm.Â
Seungcheol swallows thickly, his hands smoothing up and down your hips. âAre you sure?â he asks. âYou donât want me to take care of you?â
âItâs your birthday,â you point out. âAnd you took care of me at the bar, I think itâs my turn to show some appreciation.â
He doesnât argue with you, and you can feel the tension leaving his shoulders. He lets out a deep breath. âI know itâs early,â he says, âbut⌠if we do this, I donât want any confusion. I want you to know that youâre mine, and Iâm yours.â
âHonestly? Iâve been yours since practically the moment I saw you take your shirt off so I could clean your shoulder wound.â
Seungcheol releases a chuckle. âReally?â
âUh huh, you make me fucking feral.â
He lets out a groan of appreciation. âItâs been hard to control myself too. That day at the studio, when you touched my back tattoo- I was so close to breaking. Wanted to throw you onto my desk and make you feel good.â
You imagine what that would have been like, and it makes you moan. âWhy didnât you?â
âI could tell you had a past, and I didnât want to scare you off,â he admits. âIâve been⌠trying to be a good boy.â
Your bad boy trying to be good to make you comfortable. You really hit the jackpot with Seungcheol.
âCheol, Iâve told you I have a thing for bad boys,â you tease.
âSo maybe I should take control right now,â he suggests with a grin.
âLet me suck you off, and then you can take control,â you tell him, pulling away. âIâm going to get on my knees now.â
Seungcheol watches you slip onto the floor infront of him, and your hands find his belt. You try to focus on your task of getting his pants off, but you enjoy sneaking glances at him, seeing his pretty face as he tries to keep composure.
He lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans down, and his cock slaps up against his lower abdomen, hard and already leaking.
Heâs a decent size, somewhere between six and seven inches, and his cock is as girthy as the rest of him. You lick your lips, grabbing the base so you can adjust him toward your mouth as you lean in.
âNo teasing,â Seungcheol warns, voice softening when he says, âplease.âÂ
âWouldnât dream of it.â
âLiar,â he laughs, reaching out to stroke your head.
You slip the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue.Â
âAnd thatâs the teasing I was talking about,â Seungcheol muses. âFeels good though.â
You sink further down onto him, beginning to suck as you move up and down.
âFuck, that feels even better,â he groans.
When you were with your ex, blow jobs were an expectation, and because of that, you never really enjoyed them. Thereâs something powerful about doing this of your own volition, about making the conscious choice to pleasure Seungcheol.
You close your eyes, getting lost in the motion of providing this for him. Hallowing your cheeks, you suck hard when youâre near the tip, and Seungcheol groans loudly, shifting further down on the couch so youâre not bent over him in such an awkward position.
âYouâre good at that, baby,â Seungcheol says. âBut thereâs only one birthday present Iâd enjoy more than this.â
You let out a âhmm?â sound, an inquiry.
âWhen Iâm balls deep in your pussy, watching you writhe under me, listening to your pretty sounds- that will be the cherry on top of this birthday,â he explains. âThank you for wanting to make me feel good, but- usually, baby, I like to be the giver.â
Your pussy throbs at his words, and you increase your speed on his cock, letting out a moan of appreciation.Â
âYeah? You like that?â he asks. âSay the word, baby, and Iâll make it happen.â
You pull off of him, your hand smoothing up from base to tip to pump him while you address your beautiful dark protector. âI just want to make you feel good a little while longer.â
His expression softens. âMaking me feel really good.â
You grin, returning to your task.Â
Seungcheolâs hand is gentle in your hair. He caresses you while you suck him off, never applying pressure or trying to get you to deep throat him. Itâs an ever constant, soft touch, and youâre shocked at how much of a gentleman this heavily tattooed, bar fighting, Leo can be.Â
âBaby?â His voice draws you from your thoughts. âI know I said you could say the word and be done, but- this feels too good, and I donât wanna bust the moment I begin to fuck you.â
You pull off of his cock with a pop, smiling up at him. âOkay.â
âOkay?â He lets out a shaky breath and grins. âWhereâs your bedroom, gorgeous?â
âRight there.â You point at the door adjacent to the living room.
âCome on, baby, itâs my turn to take care of you.â He helps you to your feet, pulling his pants back up, and youâre shocked when he throws you over his uninjured shoulder, carrying you to your bedroom while you erupt in a fit of butterfly fueled giggles.
Seungcheol lays you softly onto your bed, staring down at you. He takes in your silky shirt and your dress pants, you like to be more classy when you go out, to keep up with your reputation as a nurse.
The two of you are very different people. Heâs black ripped jeans, plain tshirts and tattoos. And youâre classy outfits, scrubs, and a healerâs touch. Somehow, even with these differences, the two of you work. Like Yin and Yang, complementary forces, light and dark.
âCan I take these off for you?â he asks, tugging at your pant leg.
You nod, watching the way he begins to undo your button and zipper. Heâs slow with his motions, precise. Itâs not a rush to get you naked, itâs an enjoyed exploration, and you love the way his eyes glow when you lift your hips to allow him to pull the fabric off your lower half.
âYouâre so pretty,â Seungcheol muses.
âYeah?â
âThat day you were in my shop with your friend, doing a consult with Vernon- I was trying to act like I was watching my newest apprentice work, but⌠I kept looking at you. And then, outside the bar, when you showed up again-â Seungcheol shakes his head, his hand smoothing along your leg gently. âBaby, youâre going to turn me into a believer.â
âInvisible string theory, perhaps,â you grin.
Seungcheol chuckles. âIf thatâs what you want to call it.â
He takes off his own shirt, and you watch the way his muscles move under his skin. Heâs littered in tattoos, patchwork on his arms and chest. There must be a hundred small to medium sized tattoos, and you want to know the story behind each and every one.
But thereâs a time and a place for that, and right now, youâre eager for something else.
Seungcheol gets on top of you, and you immediately thread your fingers through his soft dark hair, pulling his lips to your own.
Your free hand explores his muscular shoulders, careful of the bandage still on his bar wound, and youâre practically tingling with how attracted you are to this man.
He kisses you deeply, cupping your face while his other hand braces him to the bed over top of you.
Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer, and he grinds against your panty clad core.
The pressure on your clit has you moaning, and Seungcheol responds by kissing down your throat. He licks at your collarbone, and then his hand moves from your cheek to your shirt. âCan I take this off?â he asks.
âUh huh, thereâs a tie at the back.â
Seungcheol pulls off of you, and in one motion, he flips you onto your stomach. His warm hand smooths over your shoulder, toying with the tie there.
You hold your breath in anticipation as he begins to undo the corset style back of your slinky top. He leans over you, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck that makes your body erupt in goosebumps.Â
You enjoy the way he takes his time with your shirt, and he slowly helps you slip it off. Youâre laying flat on his bed, your tits pressed to the comforter, while Seungcheol explores your back with his hands. He traces the curvature of your sides, pressing kisses along your spine. Soft curls tickle your skin, and youâre grinning like the Cheshire Cat at how good this feels.
Seungcheol flips you over again, and his gaze dips to your exposed breasts. âYouâre so pretty,â he muses, gently groping your chest, his thumb grazing over your nipple. You watch him swallow thickly, and then heâs leaning over, taking the sensitive bud in his mouth while you tangle your fingers in his curls again.
With his mouth on your breast, his free hand slips down your body, and he tugs your panties down just enough for him to access your core.
Two digits rub between your pussy lips and you feel him smile against your nipple. âYou werenât lying about being wet, baby.â
âWould never lie to you,â you breathe out shakily.
âNo?â He circles your clit and you moan loudly.Â
âNever,â you repeat, pushing your hips up toward his hand, needing more friction.
Seungcheol rewards you by slipping both of his digits into your wet core, pressing his palm to your clit as he begins to finger fuck you. He sucks on your breast while he does this, and youâre lost in the sensations he provides.
âFuck, Cheol-â you whimper when his teeth graze your nipple, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
âWanna make you cum,â Seungcheol says, pulling away from your breast to look down at you.
âThen make me cum,â you respond, nodding at him.
Seungcheol presses one last kiss to your lips and then he shifts down the bed, pulling his fingers from your core. He gets onto his knees at the foot of the mattress, dragging you toward himself and pulling your panties off.
He spreads your thighs. âSo pretty,â he muses. âEverything about you is so fucking pretty.â
Your skin heats, it can be hard to take a compliment, but something tells you that Seungcheol will get you used to this kind of praise.
He leans forward, eyes meeting yours as he presses a kiss to your clit. You jolt at the small contact, releasing a shaky breath.
No one has eaten you out in months, and your core is already throbbing with anticipation.Â
âGonna take care of you,â Seungcheol promises, and you know that this promise extends far past the sexual setting youâre in right now.
He moves forward again, capturing your clit in his mouth while his digits easily slip into your pussy again.
You throw your head back, enjoying the sensation of him worshiping your cunt. Heâs gentle with his motions at first, kitten licking your sensitive bud. You know heâs getting used to your sounds, figuring out what pressure works, what you enjoy, whether thats sucking, or more gentle stimulus.
âFeels good,â you tell him. âLike the way you crook your fingers.â
He responds by applying more pressure to the âcome hitherâ motion heâs making, and you release a whine at how good it feels.
âJust like that,â you whimper.
He sucks your clit harder too, and you moan louder, hips bucking toward his face.
Seungcheolâs free hand finds your lower abdomen and he pins you to his bed, keeping you still while he works on your pussy.
You can feel your walls clenching around him, and Seungcheol releases a groan of pleasure. It adds to your own feeling of euphoria that clearly heâs enjoying this. He hadnât been lying when he said heâs usually a giver, and the fact that he doesnât see this as a chore has you able to enjoy it fully, unlike certain past experiences where men had to be begged into eating you out.
Sex with Seungcheol - even foreplay like this - feels so natural. Youâre not as in your head as you usually are, with his nonverbal communications and moans, you can be certain heâs enjoying this as much as you are, and it gives you the confidence to give yourself over completely to the pleasure.
Sex should always be like this, you realize.
Thereâs no pressure, no worrisome thoughts, itâs just two souls connecting physically in a way thatâs mutually beneficial.Â
Having not been eaten out in a long time, itâs not surprising that youâre extremely sensitive, and Seungcheol works you all the way to the edge before you can even comprehend whatâs happening.
âCheol-â you whimper, threading your fingers in his hair, âIâm gonna-â
You donât get to finish your sentence, he sucks harshly on your clit, and your words become moans as your orgasm surges through you.
His hand on your abdomen keeps you steady as he works you through your high, sucking on your clit until your legs are shaking on his broad shoulders.
Seungcheol pulls away, and you open your eyes to watch him wipe the back of his mouth, licking his fingers clean.Â
âStill want this?â he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his jeans.
âMore than anything,â you smile.
A moment later, Seungcheol is as naked as you are, and he gets between your thighs again, lips returning to your own. He doesnât immediately slip his cock into you, instead, he grinds against your core, teasing your sensitive clit and driving you wild.
You kiss him eagerly, threading your fingers through his hair and groping his muscular shoulders, enjoying the feeling of him despite the need growing inside of you.
Youâre reminded again that thereâs no rush.
You can take pleasure in this without feeling like you need to be getting fucked to be worth something.
Youâre a hundred percent sure that if youâd told Seungcheol youâre not ready for sex, he would have stopped, cuddled you, and not taken it personally. Thereâs this feeling that Seungcheol is going to be around for a long time- and as crazy as it is with how short of a time youâve known him, you know that your connection runs deeper than your physical attraction.
Seungcheol shifts slightly, grabbing at his cock. You bite at your lip while you wait for him to line it up with your core, and you break your kiss, panting. Your eyes meet as he slips the head of his length into your wet hole, and you both groan at the feeling.
âFuck,â Seungcheol moans, sinking in inch by inch. âYou feel so fucking good.âÂ
âYou feel better,â you retort, kissing his cheek and nuzzling his nose.
âImpossible,â he grins, burying his face in your throat as he begins to fuck you.
You claw at his shoulders, crying out with each thrust. He fills you so well- he has probably one of the biggest cocks youâve ever taken, and the way he stretches you out is like heaven, like he was made to be in your pussy.
The sounds heâs making are unlike any other pleasured noises youâve ever heard.
Nothing has ever felt this right.
Seungcheolâs uninjured hand finds your own, and he laces your fingers, squeezing you reassuringly as he fucks you harder, his speed increasing.
His lips are hot on your neck, and it feels delightful. You love just laying back and taking everything heâs giving you. Heâs so big, like a warm, weighted blanket covering your form.
Your toes are already curling at how deep heâs hitting, and your thighs shake desperately around his hips.
âCheol-â
âYes, baby?â he asks.
âYou just- fuck, this feels so good-â
âYou deserve to feel good,â Seungcheol tells you. âYou work so hard for others, Iâm lucky I get to be the guy working for you.â
Your heart swells at his words. Past boyfriendsâ haven't ever truly appreciated how hard it is to be an emergency room nurse. You spend your whole shift taking care of others, and that high pressure, intense mentality bleeds into your personal life. It's a sweet relief to be the one on the receiving end, to relax and know that you can fully give yourself up to the pleasure and desire you feel, without feeling obligated to return this favour with future sexual gratifications.
Seungcheolâs lips meet your own, and you get lost in him, moaning desperately as he works your pussy open.
His thrusts slow, and he stays completely still inside of you for a moment, then pulls away.
âCan you shift onto your side for me?â he asks. âOne leg straight on the bed, the other thigh pulled closer to your chest.â
Itâs a position youâve never tried before, but you trust Seungcheol, and youâre quick to adjust. You lay half on your side, one leg stretched between his knees while you bring your other toward your breasts.Â
Seungcheolâs warm hand finds your thigh, and he helps bend you, his free hand guiding his cock to your pussy again.
When he pushes in this time, it feels even deeper, and you let out a squeak at the stimulation.
âYou like that?â he asks, hand moving from your thigh to your breast, where he gently pinches your nipple.
âSo deep- I feel so full-â you whimper.
Seungcheol only grins, and heâs an absolute vision in this position. Heâs practically on his knees, and his chest is all exposed and gorgeous. His tattoos are beautiful as he massages your breast with one hand, the other on your thigh, anchoring you while he fucks you.
Youâre not sure if itâs the sideways angle or what, but heâs hitting a spot that has your toes curling tight, your pussy clenching.
âFuck-â you moan.
âShit, I should have asked this before-â Seungcheol says, voice shaky, âdo I need to pull out or-â
âIâm on birth control,â you assure him. âYou can cum inside.â
âFuck,â Seungcheol groans, rutting into you even harder.Â
âKinda want you to fill me up,â you admit.
âYouâre way too sexy, baby, holy shit-â
You can tell your words are doing a number on him, and it makes your core throb with pleasure.
âCan you rub your clit?â he asks. âWant you to cum with me. I hate cumming alone.â
âYeah.â Your hand slips between your thighs awkwardly, and Seungcheol decreases his pace to give you a chance to catch up to his pleasure.
His movements are slower now, more precise, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that has you crying out again.
âYou look so good like this,â Seungcheol tells you. âMy pretty little nurse.â
For some reason, his words just do something to you, and your core throbs even harder. âCheol, Iâm close-â you warn him,
âTell me when youâre almost there and Iâll go fast again.â
You focus on the sight of him, on the tattoos and muscles, his strong features and the pretty dark curls. His small groans egg you on, and youâre at the edge in no time, giving him a nod. âOkay-â
He releases your breast, using both hands on your leg now to steady himself as he fucks you stupid, your whole body jolting with each motion. You let out a desperate whine, rubbing your clit even harder-
âFuck, fuck-â Seungcheol groans. âFeels so fucking good- fuck, cum with me, baby, cum with me-â
You moan in response, your core clenching down desperately on his cock as your orgasm explodes through you. Your whole body shivers with endorphins, heart racing in your chest.
Seungcheol throws his head back, releasing an extremely sexy groan as he cums with you, fingers digging into your skin as he thrusts slowly and deeply, working you through your orgasms.
You rub your clit until you canât take it anymore, tearing your hand away.
Seungcheol slumps forward, stilling completely, and you greedily grab at his shoulders. He collapses half on top of you, and you thread your fingers through his hair, panting hard.
His forehead rests against your own, and you both just try to catch your breath.
Youâve never felt connected to someone the way you feel connected to Seungcheol in this moment. Itâs all consuming, and it makes you emotional as you come down from your high.
Seungcheol must notice your shaky breathing because he opens his eyes and looks at you. âYou okay, baby?â
âIâm just-â you swallow thickly. âI donât know-â
You canât voice it, canât voice the way youâre feeling. There are so many thoughts swirling around in your head, so many past traumas rearing their ugly faces and making you second guess yourself-
âIâm yours, and youâre mine,â Seungcheol breathes, pressing a kiss to your lips. âIâm not going anywhere.â
And just like that, he can clear all of your anxieties, as if he was able to read your mind and see your fears.Â
Youâve always been drawn to bad boys, to men who you envision as some kind of dark protector- and now, you think youâve finally found the right one.Â
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Itâs been just under a year since you started dating Seungcheol, and through him, youâve found a family. Many trivia nights, and bowling excursions have been spent with Seungcheol, his friends, Sunmi, her sister, and her sisterâs boyfriend Jeonghan. Once youâd met everyone face to face, it had been much easier to track Sunmiâs convoluted explanation of her connection to the tattoo parlour, and itâs been a joy to become so close with so many wonderful people.
Sunmiâs sisterâs boyfriend, Jeonghan, is cousins with Mingyu and Wonwooâs girlfriend, whoâd had a beautiful baby girl this past January, and now, itâs the babyâs first summer. You donât mind the shift of hang outs to be more baby inclusive, and now, you find yourself at a campsite with the whole gang.
While everyone is quite enamored with the little baby girl, Haesoo, no one is more obsessed than your boyfriend Seungcheol. You always get to see him coddling her while out and about as a group, but in the past three days at this campsite, youâve contracted a serious case of baby fever.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 20: The New Normal
Summary: Your pack settles into a routine as you learn to adapt to the shifting relationships between all of you.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, threesome, BDSM elements, dry humping, language, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, angst, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, smoking, Gaz being the prettiest boy alive.
A/N: Not much to say about this one. Hope it's worth a two week wait...
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A yelp leaves your lips as your feet leave the ground, your body hitting the floor rather ungracefully. You roll from the force of the impact, stopping flat on your back. You stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch the breath that was forced from your lungs from your impact with the floor.Â
âYou left yourself too open again.âÂ
âWell how was I supposed to know which way you were moving?â You say, slowly pushing yourself back up to sit as you catch your breath.Â
âYou canât, thatâs why you have to keep yourself guarded at all times. Anyone youâre fighting will do worse than that as soon as your guard is down.âÂ
You stare at Simonâs shoes as he stops a foot away from you. The laces are pulled to the exact same tension on both sides, double knotted to avoid them coming undone and becoming a tripping hazard. Even the way his crew socks are pulled up over the legs of his sweatpants speaks volumes of how on guard he is. Always ready for a fight, always ready so that nothing can get in his way and put him at risk.Â
He lets out a quiet sigh as he drops down into a squat in front of you. âHow have you been sleeping?â
Your gaze finally leaves his shoes, trailing up his legs to his arms where they rest on his knees. You follow the lines of his tattoos until you reach where his shirt sleeve covers the rest. You work your way up until you reach his mask-covered face, finally meeting his brown eyes. There's a softness to them now you've never noticed before, something you might not have taken notice of now had you not become brave enough to look that deep.Â
âBetter,â You clear your throat, dropping your gaze to the mat. âBut still not great.â
This morning had started with you shaking in Johnny's hold, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he whispered soft reassurances in your ear. The nightmares haven't gone away since your confession, nor have they even really lessened, but at least now you arenât suffering alone when they wake you from your sleep. At least now your pack knows how to best comfort you when your mind insists on silently torturing you.Â
You still havenât slept alone since they returned, nor have you spent any great length of time in your room. Thereâs still a lingering feeling of someone watching, of something staring at you from inside the walls. Youâve checked while they were at training for any cameras you might have missed, but youâve come up empty handed. Maybe it was just the knowledge that your safe space had been invaded causing that paranoid itching in the back of your mind to linger. None of the guys have complained about you staying with them at night, though perhaps you have your confession about your nightmares to thank for that. Â
âThe nightmares?â Ghost asks, snapping you from your thoughts.Â
You nod. âYeah.â
The risk of them finding out about your nightmares has made you less afraid to sleep, but still the fear of what horrible scene your mind will come up with keeps you awake. You pull your knees to your chest, making yourself small as you sit in front of him. Heâs just so big, so broad and bulky, truly the ideal specimen of a perfect alpha. Heâs the kind of alpha your fellow omegas at the institute would whisper about. Some big, strong protector who would provide for them and keep them safe and satisfied.Â
If only they could see you now.Â
Despite the shift in your relationship with Simon, things havenât changed much. Heâs still the quiet, looming figure behind you, posing a silent threat to anyone who might think about approaching you. He still places a hand on your back to steer you, still stands closer behind you than he used to, still looks at you with a softer look in his eyes than youâve ever seen before. Sometimes youâre tempted to push that boundary first, to lean in and rest your head on his broad chest, feel the muscle under his shirt again. You want to press up against his back while he sleeps and let his warmth seep into your bones. Sometimes when youâre alone and your thoughts begin to run rampant, you think about how you have nothing to fear because Simon would rip the face off anyone who tried anything.Â
Of course, he has to be here in order to do that.Â
You wonât have to be alone again. John had promised you that much. Heâd fight harder to make sure youâre not alone again. Not, at least, for a while if it can be avoided.Â
âYouâre thinking too much again.â Simon says, pulling you from your thoughts for a second time.Â
You stare at him, suddenly realizing heâs moved closer to you. Youâre not sure when he did, too caught up in your own thoughts to be aware of your surroundings. Itâs dangerous, your ability to sink into your mind and get lost there. You know it and they know it. Yet you canât help it. Itâs safer in your head, easier to exist in a place where youâre in control, where you can predict whatâs going to happen next.Â
Simonâs hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you closer to him. You fall flat on your back on the mat, body sliding partially under his. He looms over you, settling his weight across your thighs as his hands come to rest on either side of your head. Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, as it usually does when youâre in this position. Â
âNow, what do you do when someone pins you?â He asks, the sharpness back in his gaze as he stares down at you.Â
Lay here and donât move, or at least thatâs what you want to do currently. Heâs just so big and warm, and the way he makes you feel so small under him has your head spinning. How you wish heâd press his body into yours, let you feel him completely. The scents in the air begin to thicken as you find your head tilting back on instinct, baring your throat to him in submission.Â
His hand closes around your chin, forcing your gaze back on his. âFocus.â He says, projecting his scent more to try and cover yours. It goes straight to your head, your gaze sharpening just slightly as you stare up at him. The scent of alpha around you has your mind racing in several different directions. You know you should be afraid, but itâs Simon. You know him, you trust him. Heâd never hurt you intentionally, but heâs still an alpha.Â
The strong musky scent has something in the back of your head prickling, your instincts teetering on the edge of safety and danger. You know the alpha over you, but what if it was someone else? That was the point of all of this, right? You wonât be fighting off Simon or John. It will be someone unfamiliar, someone who wants to hurt you.Â
Simonâs fingers leave your chin, trailing down your neck. Your pulse thrums faster as his fingers near the base of your throat. The scent of alpha is strong in your nose. How easily he could slip his hand around the back of your neck and squeeze, rendering you brainless and under his control.Â
Your mind goes blank and you move without even thinking. Your fist slams into his side right where heâd taught you to hit. He buckles at the sudden attack and you use his moment of surprise and disorientation to free one of your legs and drive your knee right into his stomach. You push him off of you, scrambling back a couple feet before your mind begins to clear. Simon lays on the mat, almost wheezing as he tries to get the air back into his lungs.Â
You flounder there for a moment, watching the giant alpha you had just incapacitated. You donât know where that came from or how youâd managed it. No, thatâs not totally true. You know where the fear had come from, but you also know Simon would never do something like that to you.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â You say, shifting onto your knees in case Simon retaliates, in case he gets angry at you for attacking him. âI donât know what just happened.â
âThe hell are you apologizing for?â He coughs out, pushing himself onto his side. âThat was bloody brilliant.âÂ
You blink in surprise, taken aback by his response. âWhat?âÂ
âThatâs what you were supposed to do.â He says, pushing himself the rest of the way up onto his knees. âI asked what you should do if youâre pinned, and you did it.âÂ
You continue to stare at him, not quite sure how to process the sort-of praise from him. He had asked you what you should do if you were pinned, and you had done what you were supposed to do. It hadnât quite been for the right reasons, but you did do something correctly. You managed to incapacitate him enough to get out from underneath him, and without him going easy on you.Â
Maybe the training is working after all.Â
âDo that in a fight, you might just give yourself enough time to run.â He says, pushing himself up to stand. âGood job.âÂ
You continue to stare at him as he passes you, heading to the bench where your belongings sit. Youâre still kneeling there on the mat in surprise. You hadnât expected such genuine praise from him. But why not? Heâs doing this to train you, to teach you how to defend yourself against anyone who might want to hurt you. Anyone whoâs stupid enough to try something when theyâre not here to defend and protect you.Â
Something thatâs already happened.Â
Youâve finally managed to defend yourself, to apply the things heâs spent weeks teaching you successfully. Why shouldnât he be proud of you for that?Â
Youâre still getting used to this new side of him, this accepting side, the softness that heâs showing you in his own way. Itâs what you wanted, what youâve been trying to achieve for weeks now, and now that you have it...youâre not quite sure what to do with it. Where does the boundary lie? What if you push too far? Will things go back to the way they were before? Will he shut you out completely?Â
Hands slip under your arms, lifting you to your feet. You turn, your head tilting back to stare up at Simon. Heâs wearing that emotionless mask on his face, or at least thatâs what you picture as you stare up at his eyes. Itâs the look he carries the most, giving away nothing and effectively hiding what heâs feeling. You wish you could see his face. Youâve tried to draw up images of what he might look like, what he hides under the mask. He canât be ugly, at least not totally. Johnny had reassured you of that much, but you wish for just a glimpse more than his chin and his lips when he eats.Â
âYouâre thinking too much again.â He says, taking half a step back from you.Â
âSorry.â You blink, trying to pull yourself from the depths of your mind once again.Â
âCome on. Letâs get breakfast.â He says, tilting his head towards the door.Â
You follow him from the gym, his steps markedly slower compared to how he used to walk. Gone are the days of almost having to run to keep up with him. You could almost swear he takes smaller steps too, instead of his normal long, purposeful strides. Itâs almost as if heâs out for a stroll instead of being forced into the task of escorting you to breakfast.Â
His hand finds your back again as you enter the mess, guiding you through the tables to the line to get food. His palm is warm where itâs pressed against the middle of your back, his fingers splayed, pressing just slightly into your skin through your shirt as an alpha soldier passes just slightly too close to you.Â
He still wonât fill your tray for you, but you can respect that. Itâs a big step, and only done if thereâs interest in courting or caretaking. You donât expect that level of intimacy from him, certainly not right now. Perhaps never.Â
Heâs not your alpha.Â
He guides you to the table where the others are sitting, and you take your normal spot between John and Kyle. They both shift just slightly closer to you almost subconsciously. Everything is almost a subconscious action now. Simonâs guiding hand on your back, your alpha moving closer to you, the betas keeping you between them whenever youâre with them. Itâs a good sign, or at least you think it is. It feels right, a sort of easy flow that has developed between the five of you. One you donât have to think very hard about.Â
âHow did traininâ go?â Johnny asks between shoveling bites of eggs into his mouth.Â
âFine.â You shrug. âSimon threw me across the mat.âÂ
All eyes at the table turn to him despite your nonchalant tone. It wasnât the first time itâs ever happened, and youâre sure it wonât be the last.Â
âShe took me down herself afterwards.â Simon says, not bothering to look up from his porridge.Â
Now all eyes at the table are on you. Your cheeks warm and you slowly start to make yourself smaller under their gazes.Â
âHad her pinned and she disarmed me enough to get free.â Simon continues, his gaze lifting so heâs staring at you too.Â
âChrist, what I would pay tae see that.â Johnny says, grinning widely at you.Â
âSo training is paying off then.â John says, patting your back gently.Â
âGuess so.â You shrug, still feeling a bit bashful under the attention. âNot sure how useful Iâd be in a real fight still.âÂ
âWell, your first defense is trying to escape. Running is always the priority, remember?â John says.Â
You nod. Right. Run first. Like you should have opened the window and ran when that beta knocked on your door. Like you should have run when you noticed your door was open. Like you should have run when someone tried to get into your room.Â
How disappointed theyâd be if they knew how you failed to follow even the most basic instructions. What would have happened if you hadnât noticed the cameras? Would whoever tried to get into your room that night still have tried to enter? What if the door had been unlocked? What if they had gotten in? What would you have done, then? Try to disarm them enough to run to Dr. Keller?Â
That is what you were supposed to do.Â
Instead you had been stupid and froze in your fear and let it all happen, and now you canât even tell them. Itâs too late, itâs been too long. Theyâd be too upset if you confessed now instead of if youâd done it right when they returned.Â
You have to bury it now and hope it stays that way for the rest of time.Â
John is the one that walks you back to the barracks after breakfast. You donât remember the last time he walked you to a meal or back from it. Usually he was too busy doing his job, or setting up things, or whatever else it is he does. Walking you back to the barracks was far too menial a task for how busy he is.Â
You hold his hand as you walk, close enough that his arm brushes your side with every step. You donât let go of his hand even when he walks you to your door, keeping your fingers laced as you turn to look up at him.Â
âYou gonna be alright on your own?â He asks, staring down at you with a soft look in his eyes.Â
No. Youâre almost tempted to say it, to throw your arms around him and confess, to beg him to keep you close, to stay, to take you with him. Anything so you wonât have to be alone ever again.Â
You swallow the lump in your throat as you nod. âYeah.âÂ
For a moment, just a moment you think he doesn't believe you. Thereâs a second of hesitation, a cold chill running down your spine as your anxiety spikes. What if he knows youâre lying? What if heâs testing how long youâll keep up the charade? How long youâll try to keep them in the dark about what happened. He knows something is wrong. He can tell.
Your back meets your door as he crowds you in, releasing your hand so he can press both into the wood on either side of you. Something warm stirs in your stomach as you stare up at him, feeling very small as he looms over you.Â
He lets out a low rumble in his chest as he leans down. For a moment youâre expecting a kiss, but he moves to the side at the last moment, nudging your chin so itâs tilted up, bearing your throat to him. âWhatâs got you so worked up, huh?â He murmurs against your neck, his beard prickling the sensitive skin. âHave we been neglecting you for too long?âÂ
Saying yes wouldnât be a lie. They havenât really sought you out in that way since their return. The most youâve gotten in the last almost two weeks was when Johnny slipped his hand into your sleep shorts, and you returned the favor. John and Kyle hadnât really even tried to initiate anything, treating you more like youâd shatter into a million pieces if they touched you too much.Â
Maybe a good fuck would solve some of your issues.Â
It would at least help you forget for a while.Â
A quiet moan leaves your lips as John sucks on your mark, the imprint of his teeth scarred into your skin. The mark that claims you as his, bonded to him for the rest of your life.Â
Lust and desire burns hot in your veins and you find yourself cupping his face, tugging him away from your neck so you can kiss him. He lets out a growl against your lips as you kiss him like you want to devour him, your hands sliding to his shoulders to tug him closer to you. His hands drop from the door to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel him, his cock hardening through his cargo pants.Â
Youâd let him take you right here, right now, right in the hallway. You donât care that anyone could walk in at any moment, anyone would be able to see you. It feels almost like it would cleanse the barracks, free you from the fear in your mind. Allowing yourself to be so vulnerable out in the open could wipe away the worry that thereâs someone around every corner, someone watching you.Â
Getting railed by your alpha against the very door that separated you from the room that now held your worst nightmares might just fix you.Â
But, just like everything else thatâs happened recently, you donât get that chance.Â
Johnâs watch begins to beep in your ear, causing him to pull away from you. You let out a quiet whine as youâre forced apart, suddenly feeling chilled from the loss of warmth against you.Â
John lets out a quiet sigh, leaning his forehead against yours. âI have to go.âÂ
You wish he didnât. Youâre half tempted to beg him to stay, to fuck his job, his duties. You want him to stay, to give all his attention to you, just for a few hours. You want him to erase the fear and the anxiety and fix you.Â
âWeâll continue this later.â Thereâs a promise to his tone that heâs not done with you, a guarantee that you will get to continue this once the day is over, when he can go back to being your alpha instead of a captain. He leans in, kissing you once more. âBe a good girl for me, yeah?âÂ
You nod, watching him walk out of the barracks, the door closing softly behind him. You lean against your door for a few moments longer before letting out a breath. Thereâs still warmth swirling in your stomach, your underwear sticking to your damp folds. An idea pops into your head. You donât want to go into your room, you donât want to be in there alone right now.Â
Instead you head for Priceâs room, unbuttoning your pants as you close the door behind you. You strip out of your pants before you climb onto the bed, making yourself comfortable. Youâre going to give him a little present, a little something in revenge for leaving you high and dry, a little something to help him look forward to tonight.
Screaming. Itâs all you can hear. It makes your ears ring and your head throb. Hands cling to you, nails biting into your skin. Somethingâs pulling on you, trying to rip you away. Youâre stuck in a brutal tug of war. It hurts, but no one can hear you over the screaming. Tears are sliding down your cheeks, blazing a trail along your skin. You shouldnât be crying, you shouldnât be upset.Â
He hates it when you cry.Â
Alphas donât cry.Â
Youâre not an alpha.Â
Youâve committed the worst sin in his eyes, denying him the perfect pack. Youâre a stain on his perfect ledger, a mistake that never should have happened.Â
Heâs going to make sure youâre wiped from memory, from history, just as he wants.Â
âYou canât take her from me!â Your motherâs voice is frantic, her nails biting into your arm as she tries to pull you back into the safety of your arms.Â
âSheâs no daughter of mine.â Your fatherâs fingers dig painfully into your other arm, trying to pull you away from your mother, away from your life. Heâs going to throw you out like youâre nothing more than trash.Â
The screaming gets louder as youâre yanked from your motherâs hold, and youâre not sure if itâs her screams or your own piercing your ears.Â
âWe have to ensure the success of this program.â The voice has changed. Itâs not the cruel hands of your father holding you anymore. âItâs imperative to the future of militaries around the world.âÂ
âNo!â You scream, kicking, fighting, lashing out, but the hands wonât let go. Theyâre like a vice around you, like a constrictor slowly getting tighter and tighter.Â
âAll you have to do is be a good omega,â A hand slips around the back of your neck, your skin burning from the touch. The warning is screaming in your head, louder than the screams of protest spilling from your lips. âAnd do exactly as youâre told.âÂ
The fingers dig into your neck, your mind flashing for a second before it goes blank.Â
âNo!âÂ
You move before youâre even fully awake, sitting up straight in bed. Your hands close around the back of your neck as you curl into yourself, taking a defensive, protective position. You can still feel the cold hand on your skin, the fingers biting into the sensitive spots on your neck. Youâre crying, tears and snot dripping down your face as you press it against your knees.Â
âNo!â Another terrified cry leaves your lips as hands meet your skin, not cold or clammy, but warm and gentle. Your half asleep brain is stuck in your nightmare and can't rationalize the difference, not while you're perceiving everything as a threat.Â
âEasy, easy.â A voice says, speaking quietly, calmly. You recognize that voice. Itâs not one from your dreams. Arms slowly wind around you, pulling you against a warm chest. âIâve got you. It was just a dream.âÂ
Your breaths are rapid and shaky as you slowly begin to come back to your senses. It was just a dream. Youâre awake now. You know that voice.Â
âAlpha?â You whimper, desperately seeking the confirmation that itâs really him, that youâre really awake and free from your nightmare.Â
âIâm here.â He says, clutching you tightly against his chest. âNeed you to breathe for me.â He pushes your head against his chest so you can feel his breaths.Â
Youâre still crying, your breaths catching in your chest almost painfully as you attempt to follow your alphaâs deep, steady breaths. His arms are still tight around you, pinning you against his chest. His beard tickles your forehead as he leans his chin against your head. Heâs projecting his scent, the smell of earth and petrichor mixed with the musk of alpha seeping into your brain.Â
âGood girl.â He praises you as you begin to relax, your joins unlocking from their stiffened positions, your muscles slowly loosening from how contracted they had been in your defensive position. You could have slipped into distress easily in that position, the level of fear higher than youâve felt in a long time.Â
He loosens his hold on you just slightly as you begin to unravel yourself as you calm down. Your hands are still clamped around the back of your neck, your fingers trembling from how stiffly theyâre held against your most vulnerable spot.Â
âKeep relaxing.â He says quietly, his lips brushing your hairline. âIâve got you.âÂ
He continues to speak to you quietly, letting you work yourself out of your tense, defensive position. You slowly begin to slide your hands away from your neck as your mind begins to clear and you realize thereâs no threat to you, nothing waiting just outside your line of vision to attack. Your alpha has you, youâre safe with him, well protected.Â
The tears continue to fall, however, as you think back on your nightmare. It had felt so real, maybe because in a way it had been real. You had been pulled from your mother, from your home to the institute, then from the institute to the CIA, from the CIA to here and straight into General Shepherd's lap.Â
âPromise me,â You gasp out, your voice hoarse from crying. âTell me youâll never scruff me.âÂ
âNever.â He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âI promise Iâll never scruff you.âÂ
You press your face into his chest, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief. He could always go back on his word, he could change his mind, decide you needed to be scruffed. You know itâs foolish, having those kinds of thoughts. Heâs never once gone back on his word, never once proved himself untrustworthy to you.Â
âI need to know if you've ever been scruffed before.â He asks, the authority slipping into his voice.Â
A frown pulls at your brows. You canât remember if youâve ever been scruffed before. Was it possible you had, but had been made to forget? Everything youâve learned about scruffing says you would know, even if you donât remember what happened after. Itâs a very distinct feeling returning to your mind afterwards. Itâs just something youâd know.
âNo? I-I donât think so?â You say. âAt least I canât remember, but I think itâs one of those things that you would know if it happened.âÂ
âIâve seen it happen, and Iâve seen the aftermath. You would know if it had ever happened to you.âÂ
His words bring a shred of relief to your worried mind. You donât want to know, you donât want to ask how he knows, why he knows. Itâs not likely he would have been able to tell you anyway. Just another secret, just another thing kept in the dark. You knew from early on theyâd have their secrets, things they wouldnât ever be able to tell you. You just never expected to have one of your own.Â
You curl up closer against his chest, pushing the thoughts and the guilt hanging over your head away in favor of soaking up the calming presence of your alpha. For a moment, just a moment, you can imagine everything will be alright. Whatâs in the past will stay there and nothing will come back to haunt you. You can just move on, and pretend like nothing happened.Â
You know itâs not true, but for just a moment, you can pretend that it is.Â
He hates it.Â
He hates the way he feels.Â
The subtle change to his heart rate, the way his insides feel like theyâre fluttering, twisting. The disappointment eating him when his existence is ignored entirely in favor of those who were brave enough to open up, to allow you in.Â
Why is he disappointed? Heâs done nothing but brush you off, keep you desperately at arms length despite your attempts to wiggle in through the slowly widening cracks in his resolve. Cracks that were formed by your very insertion into their lives. They were happy, they were fine. Then you came along and fucked everything up.Â
The worst part?Â
He likes it.Â
He wanted to hate you. For so long he fought that desire in him to be near an omega again, to be close enough to smell your sickeningly sweet scent. He tried to hate you, tried to ignore you, push you away from the walls heâs spent decades building up. Walls that threatened to crumble thanks to your very existence.Â
Heâs not sure when the change happened. It was gradual, a shift in his hatred that became fascination that quickly morphed into something more. Something forbidden. Maybe it was when you submitted to him during training, or maybe it was after your first time with Johnny when his beta had looked far too pleased, and shared the intimate details of what you had done to him far too easily. Johnnyâs need to yap had won out and his betaâs words had caused a stirring in his stomach he hasnât felt in a long time.Â
A stirring heâd been able to ignore for so long.Â
For a moment, just a moment there had been fleeting curiosity. Would you try to take control with him? What if he let you do it? How long could you keep it up before you tired out and your true nature took over?Â
He stuffed those thoughts into the far recesses of his mind, refusing to allow them forward. Heâs not getting soft, heâs not going to allow you any closer to his already cracking walls.Â
He tells himself that, at least until they leave. Until he sees the effect you have on his pack. The ripples in the bonds, the changes that happen almost as soon as the ramp of the plane shuts, separating you from them for the first time since your arrival.Â
Heâs a good soldier. He can pretend nothingâs wrong, force the feelings into the back of his mind better than anyone. At least, thatâs what he tells himself.Â
It had hurt when you ignored him on your return, throwing yourself into Priceâs arms desperately and clinging to him like he might disappear. The betas had sandwiched you between them, letting you cling to them desperately as you trembled and cried. It was pathetic, but not quite as pathetic as the bitterness and the sting of disappointment in his chest.Â
He tried not to let himself feel it, tried to bury himself in his paperwork, tried to keep the feelings at bay, at least until Johnny had knocked on his door, mattress in tow telling him to get a blanket and head for Priceâs room.Â
It was Kyleâs idea. Had to be. Kyle is the most nurturing of the four of them, and judging by the state of you, he must have done it because he thought it would help.Â
By the time he grew the balls to enter the makeshift nest, the betas had already sandwiched you between them, your form almost smothered completely under Johnny. Price had laid himself out on Kyleâs other side, and the space for him was made up of mostly Johnnyâs mattress. It had to have been a deliberate move, meant for his own comfort. Sweet Johnny and his beta senses. He probably didnât even realize what heâd done. It had just happened naturally.Â
Itâs at Johnnyâs pestering insistence that he climbs into the nest finally, laying stiffly on the mattress behind his beta. Itâs been a long time since heâs been in a nest. He doesn't sleep, not much anyway, but neither does Price. Both of them are too awake, too aware, too alert. The betas sleep peacefully and so do you, probably the most sleep youâve gotten since your heat.Â
The warmth in the room gets unbearable fast, the blankets quickly kicked to the end of the mattresses, along with his own sweatshirt. Itâs like a sauna, and for a moment he considers opening the window, but heâs too afraid to move, too afraid to disturb the nest.Â
Itâs when Johnny gets up to go to the bathroom that you finally move, the first time in hours. You roll into the space he had vacated, lips slightly parted as you breathe in and out easily. Johnny, the bastard, takes your empty spot, trapping you between them. He turns his back to you in hopes you stay as still as you had before, which works for a while. At least, until he feels something press up against his back. He goes still, every muscle tensing as you bury your face between his shoulder blades. He should turn over, push you away. He should nudge you back towards Johnny, let you seek out his warmth instead. Yet, he canât bring himself to move.
He shouldnât like it. He canât. He canât allow you in, he canât let you past his rapidly crumbling walls. Yet, he does like it. He wants to feel you pressed against him, he wants to see that hidden part of you that had brought his beta to his knees so easily.Â
Heâs supposed to be keeping his distance, and yet, here you are, forcing your way in again. It almost feels like a silent apology for yesterday, your subconscious picking up on his disappointment, and so now itâs offering him this moment in hopes heâll forgive you.Â
Itâs working.Â
A quiet breath leaves your lips as you listen to the steady beating beneath your ear. The scent of coconut and saltwater floats in the air, taking your mind far away, back to a different time when things were simpler. Kyleâs calloused fingers trail across your arm, drawing absentminded patterns across your skin. You press your face against his warm skin, your hand splaying across his stomach. You can feel the ridges of his muscles, the way they flex with every breath.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â He asks, his lips brushing your forehead as he speaks.Â
âJust thinking about when we used to go to the beach when I was younger. Back when my dad was stationed in North Carolina for a few months.âÂ
âYou like the beach?â He asks.Â
You nod. âYeah. Thereâs just something calming about it. I donât mind the sand and I like the sound of the waves hitting the shore.âÂ
âWe could go to the beach.â He says, making you tilt your head up just slightly. âWhen the weatherâs nicer, closer to summer. Take a few days off, go on a vacation.âÂ
âYou could do that?â You ask, pushing yourself up on your elbow so you can see him fully.Â
He smiles at you, his hand dropping to your back. âWe do get to go on leave every so often, barring nothing urgent happens while weâre away. Iâll talk to Price about it. We can start making some plans, if you want.âÂ
You stare down at him, the softness in his gaze, the slight upward tilt of his lips. He might as well have just promised you the world with how heâs looking at you. Tears burn at the back of your eyes as you stare at him. You donât deserve it, you donât deserve such kindness, such care after lying to them. You can trust Kyle. Heâd be the least angry, at least towards you, if you confessed right now. It would be so easy, but youâre not sure you could stand watching the love and happiness fade from his eyes as you confessed to your stupidity, your deception.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks, his brows furrowing. Of course heâd pick up on the shift of your emotions, the sudden anxiety twisting in your stomach. âWe donât have to go to the beach. We could do something else, or nothing at all.âÂ
âItâs not that.â You say, swallowing the lump in your throat. âI just...I donât deserve you. All of you. Youâre too good to me.âÂ
âOh, love, thatâs not true.â He says, gently cupping your cheek. âI think itâs quite the opposite, actually. Youâre too good for us. The things weâve seen, the things weâve done. Weâre not good people, and yet we were blessed with an absolute angel.â
Tears gather in your eyes for a different reason now. You certainly donât feel like an angel. Youâre too broken and youâve lied and made stupid mistakes. âIâm hardly an angel.âÂ
âWell, in comparison to us, you are.â He gently presses against your back, drawing you closer to his face. âOur angel, our sweet little omega.âÂ
A shiver runs down your spine from the way your status sounds from his lips. His hand slides to the back of your head, pulling you down so your forehead is pressed against his. You can feel his breath on your lips, your tongue darting out to wet your own in anticipation.Â
He tastes like mint toothpaste, his tongue immediately pushing past the seam of your lips. His kiss steals your breath away, his hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place as he licks into your mouth. Your hand settles on his chest for balance, feeling his heart racing under your palm.Â
You shift over him, throwing a leg across his hips as you settle against his chest. His hand releases your hair, tracing a line down your spine to your hips. The shirt of his you had changed into before crawling into bed with him has ridden up, revealing the lacy panties you're sporting underneath. He groans against your lips as his fingers trace over the lace before slipping underneath, tugging them lightly.Â
You pull away from his lips, staring down at him. âIâm gonna need more pairs of these at this rate.âÂ
âWeâll have to take a trip and pick up more.â He grins, snapping the waistband against your skin.Â
You bite your lip, pressing yourself up so youâre sitting over his hips. You can feel the growing bulge beneath his shorts as you begin to grind against him. Heâs gone commando, your clit catching on his head through the thin fabric. Your hands press into his stomach, feeling the muscles contract as your scent thickens in the air. His hands close around your hips, guiding you as you grind against him. His eyes are hooded as he stares up at you, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.Â
You stare down into those big brown eyes, getting lost in the depth of them. If you could melt yourself into him, seep under his skin and become one with him, you would. He might be the most beautiful person youâve ever laid eyes on. He might as well be sculpted from marble, or pulled right from a piece of artwork.Â
You shift so youâre leaning forward, your clit dragging against his stomach as you continue moving your hips. You grasp his chin, fingers digging into his cheeks. âYouâre so fucking pretty, itâs not fair.âÂ
He chuckles, giving you a dazzling, perfect smile. âThank you, love.â He wraps his arms around you, pushing himself up to sit so you drop into his lap. âBut Iâm nothing compared to you right now.âÂ
He keeps you grinding against his lap, his hands squeezing your ass as you soak the front of his shorts with every drag of your hips. Your head falls back as you moan, the friction against your clit quickly pushing you towards an orgasm.Â
âHavenât even touched you yet and got you all worked up. You could cum just like this, couldnât you?â He nips playfully at your lips, sliding his hand down further to press against your lace covered pussy.Â
You let out a whine, releasing your hold around his shoulders long enough to tug off your shirt. He curses quietly as your skin is revealed to him, his hands trailing up your back.Â
âFucking hell, love.â He groans, pushing his hips up into you.Â
âKyle,â You moan his name, wrapping your arms around his neck. âNeed you.âÂ
He curses again, wrapping his arms around your waist for leverage as he flips you over onto your back. He sits up on his knees, trailing his hands down your sides until he reaches the waistband of your panties, trailing his fingers across the lace for a moment.Â
âYou alright?â He asks, checking in with you.Â
You nod, lifting your feet so they press against his chest. âYou gonna take them off already?âÂ
He grins, sliding his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs before tossing them to the floor. He parts your thighs to give himself room as he pulls off his own shorts, his cock springing free from the confining fabric. Your mouth waters as you stare at it, your teeth sinking into your lip in anticipation.Â
âFuck,â He breathes as he pushes your thighs further apart, dark eyes glued to your glistening folds.Â
He slides his hands down your thighs, his thumb ghosting over your clit. Your hips jerk in response, pushing up against his hand. He chuckles, repeating the motion, watching the way your lips part in a moan.Â
âAlways so sensitive.â He smirks, pressing his thumb into the bundle of nerves. âEven after Price fucked you senseless a couple nights ago.âÂ
Your face warms at his words, your stomach fluttering excitedly. Of course they had heard you. Youâve long given up on trying to hide what goes on behind their closed doors. They all know, they already knew from the first night you spent with John.Â
He had been rather rough that night, fucking you into the mattress so hard the headboard had scraped some of the prison grey paint off the walls. You had asked for it, though, both of you needing the raw, carnal release it had given you.Â
âYeah, we all heard that.â Kyle continues, slowly circling your clit with his thumb as he speaks. âSounded like a couple of animals in there. If you hadnât been screaming his name over and over, we might have been worried heâd mauled you to death. Simon and I had to keep Johnny occupied so he wasnât tempted to join you.âÂ
Your pussy flutters at the thought of the three of them together, riled up by you and John. You can almost picture it, Johnny in Simonâs lap, bouncing on his cock while Kyle sucks him off from the front. Or did Johnny submit to both and suck Kyleâs cock while Simon took him from behind? Or was Simon more of a giver and sucked him off while Kyle fucked him? Or did Simon take both of them after making them both suck his cock?Â
The endless stream of thoughts has your pussy clenching, slick dribbling out of you as your legs start to shake. Itâs almost too much with the pressure against your clit, your body heating from the fire ignited in your veins.Â
âLiked that, didnât you?â Kyle smirks, removing his hand from your clit to lean down over you. âMaybe next time weâll squeeze you in right in the middle. Would you like that?âÂ
You nearly cum from his words alone, your hands grasping at his shoulders. âFuck, Kyle! I need you inside me right now.âÂ
âSo impatient.â He tsks, leaning forward to bite at your lips. âSuch a needy little omega.âÂ
âPlease!â You almost sob, lifting your hips to press against his. âI need you.âÂ
He shushes you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before sitting back up onto his knees. He shifts slightly closer to you, propping your legs up over his thighs. His hand fists his cock, pumping the hard length a couple times before he drags the head through your folds. You whine impatiently, trying to lift your hips to grind against him but he presses a hand into your stomach, pinning you against the bed.Â
âPatience.â He scolds you, sending a shiver down your spine.Â
He drags his head through your folds a couple more times before he finally presses into you, stretching you open. You go lax on the bed, relaxing around him as he rocks his hips into you, sinking in deeper with every movement.Â
You reach for him as he sinks completely into you, pulling him down so heâs hovering over you. He presses his lips to yours, kissing you softly as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you can. His arms slip around your back as he begins grinding against you, his thrusts shallow and soft. Itâs so very different from how John had taken you just a couple days ago. Kyle has always been softer, gentler, more passionate than rough and eager.Â
You moan softly against his lips, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him locked against you. You want to get closer to him, but youâre not sure you can get closer than you already are. Bodies pressed together, his cock inside you, lips pressed to yours as he holds you. Thereâs a prickling under your skin, an urge to devour him, to keep him here forever. He snaps his hips into you harder, his lips trailing down to your throat, sucking at the sensitive skin. You tilt your head to the side, your eyes widening as a gasp leaves your lips. Your fingers dig into Kyleâs side, his head snapping to the side, sensing the disturbance in the room.Â
âDonât stop on my account.â John leans against the closed door, a cigar in his hand.Â
Youâre not sure how long heâs been there, how he got in without either of you noticing. Kyle especially, since he was usually so in tune with his surroundings. Pride flashes through you at the thought of him being so lost in you, he canât focus on anything else. The scent of tobacco washes over you as John takes a long drag from his cigar. He must not have been there long, or maybe youâve just been so caught up in Kyleâs scent you hadnât noticed.Â
Kyle is frozen above you as John pushes off the door, approaching the bed slowly. Kyle shifts above you so he can hold Johnâs gaze as he stops at the edge of the bed. Excitement swirls in your stomach as you stare up at him in anticipation of what heâs going to do. His hand lifts, dragging down Kyleâs back to his ass.Â
John delivers a harsh slap to his cheek, Kyleâs hips snapping into yours in response as a moan leaves his lips. âDid I tell you to stop, soldier?âÂ
âNo, sir.â Kyle grunts out, starting to rock his hips into yours again.Â
You watch the change happen almost immediately, the natural shift between them. Kyleâs not in charge anymore, quickly handing over control to John despite the fact heâs the one inside of you. Itâs a subtle submission, yet you can sense the changes in them both.Â
John massages Kyleâs ass for a moment before shifting so heâs closer to you. You stare up at him, lips parted as you whimper quietly. âThereâs my pretty girl.â He praises you as he leans down, brushing his thumb over your lips before pushing it into your mouth. You close your lips around his thumb, sucking on it. âSuch a good girl, isnât she?âÂ
âYes, sir.â Kyle grunts, continuing to thrust into you harder than he had been before.Â
John takes another drag from his cigar as you moan around his thumb, your hands gripping the sheets as Kyle continues to thrust into you, the head of his cock dragging across that spot inside you from the angle heâs at. Moans slip from Kyleâs lips as you clench around him, his own hands digging into the sheets. Sweat has beaded across his forehead, a droplet sliding down his cheek to his neck, leaving a trail as it slowly drips down his chest. Drool slips out of your mouth around Johnâs thumb. You want to lick the sweat from his chest. You want to taste him.Â
John slips his thumb from your lips, dragging it across your chin, smearing saliva all over your skin. âLook at her.â He says, moving so heâs looking over Kyleâs shoulder. âDrooling already and you havenât even made her cum yet, have you?â His hand slips around the back of Kyleâs neck, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin. âYou gonna make her cum like a good boy?âÂ
Kyle lets out a moan, his pace stuttering just slightly. âYes, sir.â He grits out, picking up the pace as he slams into that spot inside you with every movement.Â
John takes a step back, continuing to smoke as he watches the two of you. Itâs almost too much between Kyle fucking you and John watching. Thereâs a coil tightening in your stomach, the pleasure intensifying more and more. A fire has started under your skin, your eyes glued to Johnâs as Kyle pushes you closer and closer to the peak.Â
You hold Johnâs gaze as you cum, your back arching in pleasure. Kyle doesnât stop, continuing to thrust into you as he chases his own high.Â
John waits until your moans have died down before he moves, stubbing out his cigar on Kyleâs nightstand before he grasps Kyle by the hips, stopping his movements. âSwitch places with our girl.â He murmurs into Kyleâs ear, Kyle taking a second to breathe before he wraps his arms around you, flipping you back around so youâre on top again as John kicks off his shoes.Â
Your hands press into Kyleâs stomach to hold yourself steady, your legs still shaking from your orgasm. John climbs on the bed behind you, his clothed chest pressing against your bare, sweat slicked back.Â
âGonna be a good girl and make him cum?â John says quietly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.Â
A shiver runs down your spine as you nod, starting to rock your hips just slightly. Johnâs hands settle on your waist, helping you move as you begin to bounce on Kyleâs cock. Kyleâs eyes are wide as he watches you and his alpha, John pressing kisses across your shoulders and neck as he helps you fuck his beta. Kyleâs hands grip your thighs, fingers indenting the skin as he holds on for dear life.Â
âThatâs it.â John praises you, shifting your body forward just slightly so Kyleâs cock drags across that spot inside you with your every movement. You clench around him, your thighs tightening around his hips.Â
âFuck...â Kyle moans, his own hips bucking up into yours.Â
âGonna make him cum?â John asks, his hands abandoning your hips. One snakes around your stomach to rub your clit while the other slips behind you to squeeze Kyle's balls.Â
Kyle lets out a loud moan, his hips snapping up against yours as your walls clamp tightly around him. You can feel the warm ropes of his release spurting inside you, increasing the pressure as you cum a second time on his cock.Â
John works you both through your orgasms, your entire body shaking by the time he releases you, pushing you forward against Kyle's chest. You lay there, your cheek pressed against his sweaty skin, ass in the air right in John's face. He watches as Kyle's seed begins to seep out of you, forced out by the aftershocks of your orgasm. He drags his fingers through your folds, gathering Kyle's cum before pushing it back into you. You moan softly from the stretch of his fingers against your sensitive walls, pushing your hips back against his hand.
âDon't want to waste any of that.â John says, nipping at the globe of your ass cheek. âYou know Kyle likes to clean you up himself.â
You let out a quiet moan, your pussy fluttering around Johnâs fingers. Youâre about to be in for a very long night.Â
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Hiii! I just read Mafia!Konig x introverted!Reader and it gave me this great idea! can you please do one where introvert!reader absolutely clings to konig since he is this big scary mafia guy so people are too afraid of him so don't try to talk to her out of fear of him.
as an introvert who absolutely does this i would greatly appreciate it!
Mafia!Konig is definitely your protector. It's how you two met, actually. You see, being an introvert is hard, but you manage to live just fine for a long time. Never a single problem, always moisturized and in your lane - it's just that your extraverted friends can sometimes be a bit of assholes who love pulling you out of your shell as you kick and scream. This is how you ended up squeezed between sweaty, dancing bodies at some expensive elite club that wasn't allowing regular stoners and instead opted for people who could afford cocaine and a minimal order of 300 euros per table. You don't think you ever drank something that was more than 15 Euro for something very bougie - but here you are, feeling uncomfortable. Awkward. Your friends left to flirt with some guys, and you would leave, but you haven't paid for your order yet, and you won't put it on someone else's tab. This is how you caught Konig's eye. A lamb to the slaughter, too innocent of a creature to simply ignore. He had to have you, press you in his arms and hope he'd be able to take you home without choking you and them threatening your poor body with his gun. He wanted something nice today, and protecting some awkward lady in the middle of her introverted breakdown is his one good deed for the year. You just wanted to go to some quiet place to recharge. Konig had already paid for a VIP room for the whole night, but now he just pushes you to it slightly, not caring that you're trying to stay near and find your friends. He says it's fine and he won't hurt you. You feel the outline of something metallic and sharp poking at your hip, so you decide to listen. Your dignity is not worth being stabbed, you think. He apologizes for being too harsh, and he looks a bit nervous. There is a mask hiding his face and you feel even more scared now - but he explains how he just wanted to make sure you're doing alright. He says he just wanted to help a pretty lady not be too overwhelmed with everything. He gives you something nice to drink and covers the tab for the entire table. He doesn't make you talk to him and instead allows you to examine his tattoos with poorly contained curiosity. He is nice for a dude who is definitely into some crime stuff. You just wished he didn't kidnap you later that night. It was kinda rude.
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Training
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader
Word Count: 600
Warnings: simon being slutty n walking around in grey sweatpants, playfighting, minor smut, mentions to sex
Summary: Simon teaches you to fight.
After the attack on you, Simon became panicked.Â
The more he loved you, the more people would use you as his weakness. He knew one thing.Â
He wouldnât always be there to protect you.Â
So you would have to know how to protect yourself.Â
So there he was. Moving the sofa in your shared apartment, creating a bit of space. He laid down a throw blanket. It was small, but it would work. He was shirtless, in just his grey sweatpants.Â
You, however, stood off to the side, watching him move your pullout sofa with little effort. You take a deep breath as he calls you into the makeshift fighting ring.
âOkay, lovie,â he starts. âHit me. As harâ as you can.â
You throw a weak punch at his chest. He doesnât even blink.Â
âLovie, what the absolute fuck was âat?â
âA punchâŚâ
âLovie, âat wasnât even a poke. Try again.â
You hit him again, a bit harder. His chest is like a rock. You pull your hand back after the impact, wincing as your first stings. âOw! Youâre like wood! Thatâs not fair!â
âYer doing everythinâ wronâ.â
You pout at his words, âIâve never fought beforeâŚIâm justâŚI donât wanna do this anymore.â
He shakes his head, âToo bad. Lovie, âm doinâ this for you. Now, come on, Iâll show ya.â He fixes your posture, âKeep tension here. Pull your first back. Shift your weight onto this foot.â
You shift, âThis is hard.â
âLearn,â he puppets you, throwing a faux punch with your hand. âLike that.âÂ
You throw a better punch, finally making him stumble. Just slightly.Â
âThat was better. Again.â
He teaches you numerous kicks, punches, and even a way to hold a person and put pressure on their neck. He tells you to demonstrate, to hit him, but your eyes are focused on something else.Â
His abs.
His arms look so good, so huge. His abs glisten with the smallest amount of sweat. He looks so good.
âLovie,â he snaps in front of your face. âOi. Focus.â
Your eyes snap up to his, âYouâre distracting me.âÂ
âAm I?â he flexes.Â
You gasp, âAsshole.â
He smiles, âDeal with iâ. Now come on, we have work to do.â
âFine,â You strip off your shirt, your bra hugging your tits. âLetâs go.â
His eyes lock on your tits.Â
You chuckle, snapping your fingers in front of his face, mocking him. âLovie, my eyes are up here.â
âFuck this,â he tackles you onto your couch, pressing his lips to your exposed skin.Â
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âOkay,â Simon says, putting your ear protectors on. âAll good?â
You give him a thumbs up. He presses his front into your back, puppeting you. He aims the gun into your hand at the target.Â
âOkay, shoot.âÂ
The shot echoes off the walls of the shooting range. Your bullet hits the dummyâs shoulder.Â
âNice! âAts not bad, lovie!â Simon smiles wide, kissing your temple. âAgain.â
You shoot again. It hits the left pec. Another kiss.Â
Another shot. Hits the neck. Another kiss.Â
Simon lets you practise for another 10 minutes. He feels proud. Too proud. âLovie?â
You stop. âHmm?â
âYouâre great. Can we go home now, hmm?âÂ
âOkay,â you smile, taking off the protectors. âThanks for teaching me this.â
âAfter what happened, Iâd be a fool not to,â he kisses you. âYer my whole life.â
He presses himself into you.Â
âNow, weâve got a little problem. Yer solving it in the car. Letâs go. Legs spread.â
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A/N: This came to me in some wackass half-dream haze and I felt so strongly about it that I spent way too much time on it :'0
Synopsis: Your annoying werewolf friend with benefits âaccidentallyâ forgets to pull out one night.
CW: NSFW, Fem! Reader, friends with benefits turns yandere, yandere had previous FWBâs, baby-trapping, pregnant reader
Werewolf! Yandere X Fem Reader
âI'm so glad we can fuck like this,â Your, lack of a better word for it, fuckbuddy huffed in your ear. âNo falling in love with me, not having to dote on you like an idiot of a boyfriend.â
You tried to block out his manic, cock-driven rants when you first started sleeping with him, how he was surprised you didn't pretend to bat your eyelashes and hold on desperately to his arm like a clingy lover after the first âsession.â so many other girls, other partners, other âsleepoversâ he's had would get attached, annoyingly so in his opinion.Â
A part of his hubris in creating unwanted lovers made you dislike him even further, even if he was good at making you claw at the bedsheets and beg for more of him inside you.Â
How could he blame your fellow humans for falling for a beast so much larger, naturally protective and possessive while he was railing them? You were only safe from any kind of affections for him because of how irritating you found him as a neighbor in your apartment complex. Knocking things over with his giant tail, cussing in the middle of the night for breaking yet again another bed, or perhaps bedframe.Â
Maybe if he didn't have such a sick fetish for humans like your kind, your frailty as a species and longing for such an obsessive protector, he wouldn't have so many admirers, and simultaneously so many nightly lovers.Â
Despite his permissive behavior and attempts to disgust his fuck partners, they came crawling back hoping for more-- for a family and a life with a beast who no human man could match up to,in size, strength, or pleasure.Â
but you were always welcome in his bed-- leaving before he tried to kick you out, taking your birth control immediately in a panic after, hardly making conversation in the halls-- it was a great give and take situation. You both satisfied each other, with no strings attached.Â
He knew you were irritated by his teasing, by how he gloated in how much you loved his werewolf cock, how you probably couldn't wait to come back for more. You'd shove out of his way, annoyed and sick of his charades. And yet, like clockwork at midnight, you'd be at his door, or he'd be at yours-- and the rest would be history.Â
That didn't make him any less insufferable while he was busy making you squeal, however. but it was worth it, the ecstasy you felt after and the seeming addictiveness his pheromones brought you. Your whole week was brightened, you were less irritable-- when you weren't around him, atleast-- and you felt fresher, more like yourself.Â
It was hard not to come crawling back for that same euphoria again, even if it hurt your pride to do so. So you kept up a reluctant âfriend'sâ with benefits relationship, Ignoring how he seemed to stop bringing anyone else over, blocking out how he tried to kiss you when you writhed beneath him. Even taking his time when he ate you out like a prisoner devouring his last meal.Â
It felt far moreâŚpersonal. Like you werenât two strangers who had become accustomed to each otherâs beds and ceilings. You didnât even know what he did for work, what he ate for breakfast, or if he even had family.Â
It meant hardly anything to you, knowing there was no chance for more seeing how guarded the werewolf was about relationships, no expectations extending for him to treat you to dinner or kiss you after making you cum. So why was it so physically exhausting when he became more gentle, less apathetic when he roughhoused with you on the bed as his form of foreplay?Â
He actually let out a satisfied groan at witnessing the dips and flesh of your body now, smelling you from the sweat on your forehead to your knobby ankles. He grew quiet with animalistic intensity as the bulge in his sweatpants got damper, more constrained.Â
What really hit the nail on the head for you was how your âsessionsâ got slower. He was savouring being inside of you, drawing out both of your orgasms instead of chasing it as roughly as physically possible-- like he had when he first laid eyes on your naked self. He dared to edge you at the cusp of an orgasm a few times, slowing and grinning at the burning in your eyes, your attempts to overpower him with no avail. You thought it was just some twisted game, another irritating part of his obsessive power grab that heâs been trying to wave over your head since you first met him.Â
But no, he merely wanted that glare to be on him, to be eye to eye with you. No matter how many times you attempted to stare at the ceiling and prevent from falling into those hazel, speckled eyes, he kept his attention right at yours. He wouldnât force you to look back, but he would never look away, like some kind of stalker you were letting on your bed and into your pants.Â
You had tried to stay away, to ease your addiction of that pheromone-causing high that was making you more aroused and beautiful by the day-- but you caved. And that, was the moment you knew you had officially messed up. Hearing his jaggy, breathy, âYouâre mine,â in the midst of his ruts was not as hot and heavy as most would perceive it as. It created a pit in your stomach, a feeling that never went away after he finished. You could only vaguely get up, taking your clothes and finding your way to the door.Â
You avoided him indefinitely after that, ignoring the craving inside of you to be intimate with him, to know that he was near and ready to pounce on you. But after weeks of your fucking sessions coming to a strange halt, it was no surprise that the werewolf wouldnât let you off easy.
âI slammed on your doorbell like 50 times last night. And you didnât even say hi in the lobby, what the hell? Whyâre you avoiding me?â He slammed his rickety green apartment door shut behind him without a forethought. âListen, you made me drag you in here, okay? I wouldnât have had to do this if you would just talk to me.â
You sigh, irritated and mind far too busy to deal with his mood swing.
âI wasnât. Iâve just been busy. I donât have time for, being here every night anymore.â You shrugged your coat off, trying to remind him you were still in control even if he was blocking your method of escape.Â
âOh, Is that it? Or have you found someone new instead to fuck you, someone else in this apartment building maybe?â He came up behind you, watching as you stared at the bedâs rustled sheets, white linen that you couldnât tell had been washed or not.Â
You let out an exasperated âughâ. Of course his first thought was that you were busy fucking somebody else.Â
But you werenât given time to argue, to point out his hypocrisy. You were flipped on the bed, staring again at the blurry ceiling youâve become so familiar with in his apartment.Â
âNo⌠You smell just the same, exactly as you should. Like me.âÂ
He pried your legs open to make room for straddling you, pushing his crotch directly below your jeanâs zipper.Â
âSo whatâs the problem? Whyâre you so uptight, thinking youâre too good to come âround my place.â
He grabbed at your hips, your cotton shirt rolling up as he dug under it. And there, lied the problem.Â
âHey!â You shouted, trying to push his invasive hands off.Â
âWhat--â Pulling down your shirt didnât matter much, he had already seen it.Â
âI was leaving you alone for a reason,â You gritted your teeth, sitting up on the bed. Both of you went quiet for a moment, his eyes wide, but not as bewildered in anger like you expected. Â
You spoke quietly, trying to ease the tension. âIâm going to take care of it. I didnât realize this would happen, I was doing everything right--â
âI canât believe.. It actually worked.â
You looked at him, not with fear this time, but explosive fury.Â
Now it was your turn to shout an unbridled âWhat!?â
âWellâŚâ He rubbed the back of his neck, hair getting so long to the point it brushed against his short fingernails. âI canât really remember! I just know something took over me, maybe it was the whiskey⌠but all I knew was, I needed to finish inside of you. I wanted to see you glowing and full, I couldnât help myself with the idea keeping me going.âÂ
You were ready to release a full assault on him, eyes beginning to prick with tears of anger and absolute shock.Â
âI wasnât thinking, okay! Itâs not like Iâm particularly ready to handle a kid either. But.. I guess I wouldnât mind a few pups; weâre not getting any younger. My momâs been pestering me a lot lately actuallyâŚâ
Your mouth sat agape, grabbing a fistful of sheets to prevent from hitting him, which would just end up hurting yourself.Â
âI thought you werenât interested in girlfriends or family or bullshit like that?! Mister, âI canât be bothered with full-blown relationshipsâ wants to move along and ruin my life?!â
âBaby that was months ago, I havenât seen anyone else in a long time; and yâknow, thatâs not normal for me. I think⌠youâre different. Something about âusâ is different. If itâs with you, I donât mind the idea of seeing you carrying my children. It feels.. God it just sounds so sexy.âÂ
â âBaby?!â Okay, we are nothing to each other, I donât even know where you work, where youâre from-- and all of a sudden you want to start a family together?â
The werewolf winced at your wrath, mildly annoyed at your loud tone and thrashing hands.Â
âIs it so outrageous to believe that itâs a species difference? Werewolves have their mates, humans not so much. Is it crazy to believe weâre meant for each other, that I would kill for you? That you were SUPPOSED to be mine, and we only just now found each other?â
You were mind-boggled at the rush of information, not believing your eyes when you saw a near love-struck dog at your feet, the creature you once knew to be an irritating bachelor keen on fucking you âtill your eyes rolled back, and that was it.Â
The stress was getting to you, the fear for your future, the sudden ârelationshipâ you had been thrown into with a man you knew nothing about besides the layout of his apartment and the ridges of his cock.Â
âHey, hey its okay. I promise its going to be alright. Iâll take such good care of you-- youâll have nothing to worry about, Iâll be the perfect father for our pups; Youâll have a family, someone to take care of you, someone who loves you.â He stroked your head, watching as you furiously wiped away tears of anger and fear. âIâve never felt that before⌠but I promise itâs not something I take lightly. I promise, you make my heart throb just as, if not more, than my cock. I promise.â
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Well, thereâs not much else you can get from a fuckboy whoâs main priority in life had been satiating his lust.Â
You mumble something incoherent about needing to get back to your apartment, needing to get away from everything. But if the werewolf heard it, he didnât acknowledge your desire to leave.Â
âI know, I know itâs hard. Iâm scared too. But I promise youâll make the perfect mother. I can see it now, your pretty belly, your needs for meâŚweâll be together, itâs new for the both of us. And, on the plus side, I can fuck you now without pulling out...â
You shuddered at the thought, hating the idea of how possessive he was seeming to grow, laying you down as he spooned you from behind, not daring to let go for a moment. Your jeans were clawed to scraps of denim as he tried to shimmy them down, no success other than tearing them into pieces.Â
âWhy donât we try tonight? Make you feel good,â The werewolf was running himself between your inner thighs, pressing against your bare cunt before he whispered. âI know youâve been wanting me too, all desperate without my touch, my scent. Let me take care of you, of us.â
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Between A Rock And A Hard Place
Male Yandere Human-like Golem x Gender Neutral Human Reader (CW: Noncon, huge dick, golem man, magic, fatal violence towards bandits, spit used as lube, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.8k (Sorry this took forever, was originally going to be a drabble and then kinda got away from me, hope you all enjoy huge dick golem man.)
The small town that you lived in, Somnheim, had been victim to a swathe of horrible luck. Raided by bandits, packs of beasts killing livestock, and enemy soldiers scavenging what they could. Finally the town had enough and sent for a practitioner of the magic arts to aid them in the defense of their village.
This was you.
They didnât have much but they offered a home and food for your services. You figured you could help them and have a quiet place to conduct your research away from the prying eyes of the council, who liked to hold newer mages under their thumb. It would also just be something nice you could do for your fellow humans, and these folks clearly needed the help.
You didnât want to stay in this place forever though, so your solution would have to be one that would last long after you were gone.
Given your expertise in summoning and animating the logical choice was a good, old fashioned, golem. A pentagram, some select incense, clay flesh molded to a slate skeleton and imbued with an amethyst heart carrying an artificial soul, some runes carved in, and a scroll inserted that would have him follow his purpose and give him personality.
Then just add in a spell that turned the humanoid clay man into something more human so as not to frighten the villagers too badly and make him able to experience a near human existence.
The ritual was a complete success. Of course it was. You were you after all, young but talented and more importantly utterly dedicated to your craft.
Somnheim now had a mighty protector. An artificial man over 9 feet tall, with huge bulging muscles, shaggy brown hair, stoic brown eyes that gave nothing away, and glowing green runes on his arms and legs. The spell that made him human-like was more than just visual, it gave him nearly all the functions of a human male, heâd be as durable and strong as the hardest metal, never age, and of course he was certainly infertile.
Not one for creative names, you named him Slate.
Eventually bandits came by and decided they would stock up in Somnheim before going on to bigger and better loot.
They did not live to regret that decision.
Slate simply rolled a massive boulder down the hill they approached from and flattened all but a couple. Those he took care of quickly with magically precise throws of average sized stones.
Over the months any threat he couldnât flatten with a boulder or smack with a stone he would pop open with his mighty fists.
By the end of his first year as the villageâs guardian he was beloved by every single townsperson. Even the tiny children, who would climb on him and put flowers in his shaggy hair as he smiled and watched, had no fear of him.
You had enjoyed your time there, but eventually it was time for a change of scenery. You wanted to do more field research and you had saved enough money up with side projects to be able to fund a trip to the other side of the country near The Great Forest.
The villagers were grateful and sad to see you go, but they were much more interested in Slate than you.
But when you packed your bags to leave behind your wattle and daub dwelling once and for all you found yourself blocked by Slate.
He uttered one word in that deep, almost monotone, voice of his.
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean no? I have to leave.â You tried to squeeze past him but he was not having it.
âI must protect the village⌠Your presence here makes the village safer⌠I might need repairs⌠or reinforcements⌠And you also tasked me with keeping you safeâŚâ
You fudged the wording. You, breather of life into stone, weaver of clay, and creator of souls, messed up the wording.
He picked you up like a box of luggage and sat you on a chair in your makeshift study before going over to the heaviest bookshelf, picking it up, and placing it in front of the only door so you couldnât escape.
âIâll move it when I need to leave⌠then I will put a rock outside to keep you hereâŚâ
And that became your life. A literal prisoner in your own home.
Your magical abilities were useless in this situation, you were not a battlemage that could explode a wall, you couldnât teleport, you bent earth.
Of course you tried to tunnel your way out by making a hole under your bed, but Slate had walked in and caught you red handed. He had confiscated and locked away all your magical supplies and texts unless you needed them to repair him you were not getting them back.
Slate was tentative enough of your physical needs, bringing you food and water and taking you outside like some sort of pet for sunlight, fresh air, and exercise. You had tried to run away but of course he had inhuman speed. And the villagers refused to help. What if Slate refused to save them if they did that?
It was a fair concern, he was made to protect the village and not villagers, he may even see them as a threat if they assisted you. You were on your own.
Though you were healthy enough physically your mental condition was deteriorating rapidly. How could you not be? Being trapped in the same building, even with trips outside, was awful. The villagers only looked at you with pity if they looked at you at all, and no one would even talk to you anymore.
It got to the point where you barely eat, refused to go outside, and spent all your time laying in bed.
Slate was failing the magical directives that governed his personality and behavior. You were clearly not safe, he was convinced that you would die if this continued, and honestly you likely would⌠eventuallyâŚ
But the golem was not incapable of learning. He observed the other humans to find out what he could add to your life to bring you back to your usual self.
One night, when he was sitting in front of the house watching the humans passing by and holding hands, he came to the conclusion that humans had families, they lived together in their dwellings and they loved each other. They coupled together and mated.
Up until this point Slate had only been directed by simple emotion and the unyielding parchment that had imbued him with his goals. But now his task demanded something more of him, it demanded a much more complex emotion. The magic in him allowed this evolution, and now he was much more dangerous because he loved you. But it wasnât just love he felt for the first time, it was lust.
Slateâs expression became one of someone thinking about the one who they adored infinitely, an expression of a man thinking about the person he wanted to have writhing in pleasure beneath him, even his normally green runes and brown eyes took on an amorous pink glow.
When you heard the boulder blocking the door shift and then heard the bookshelf take its place as what was blocking your way out as Slate came lumbering in with his heavy steps you didnât even glance up.
Not until he stood in front of you and you noticed his strange pink glow replacing his green one did you stir.
You sat up in bed and when you saw the strange way his normally near emotionless eyes were staring at you, and glowing, you scooted away.
âI know what you need now! I am so sorry for not realizing soonerâŚâ He said in a surprisingly soothing tone, a stark departure from his normally deep monotone.
âWhat do yo-â
Your words were forgotten as he took off his shirt and pants revealing a sweaty body and a frighteningly large cock.
âYou need a partner to be happy, like the other humans, and you need to mate!â
He sounded very eager.
âNo! Uh⌠I donât need to⌠mate. I need to lea-â he put a large finger over your lips and shushed you before gripping your pants and peeling them and your underwear away from you carefully.
There was no dissuading him from his chosen course of action, he would make you happy and keep you safe no matter what!
Itâs what you needed.
Slate leaned forward and spit all over your hole, thoroughly lubing it with his spit, before pressing his big cock into your hole.
It was so large that you let out a whimper of pain at first, but he was somehow knowledgeable enough about sex to know he needed to let you adjust to the size rather than just ramming himself in.
You gasped and writhed but he held you still with his massive hands running up and down your sides as he slowly pulled you down on his prick.
Slate was in complete heaven, he had never really known much pleasure of any kind, let alone the type that came with burying his cock in someone he was now completely obsessed with.
He had no idea his dick could be used for this at all, but now that he did he would certainly be doing this everyday, maybe even a couple times a day! The perfect blend of heat and softness was amazing.
As he began to thrust slowly, with a blissed out expression as he stared up at nothing with drool coming out of his mouth, you couldnât help but moan in pleasure as his cock caressed your depths perfectly.
Hearing your breathy moans snapped him back to reality. You were finally happy again~
The treatment was working! That settled it, he would do this every single day no matter what!
Carefully gripping your sides a bit more firmly he moved your entire body back and forth on his cock. You couldnât help it, your whole body twitched with the force of a massive orgasm. The sensation of your body spasming around his previously virgin dick caused him to slam in deep and cum hard.
He pulled you close, holding your head into his muscular chest as he panted, his dick still firmly impaling your limp body. You hadnât been eating much and this serious fucking had taken a lot out of you.
Slate cleaned the two of you up, bathing you gently before taking advantage of your compliant state by spoon feeding you some dinner he had brought from a town person.
Mating with you made you so pleasured and too tired to resist him when he took care of you, he almost couldnât wait until you had enough energy to do it again, his cock strained in his pants with anticipation.
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Renegade
summary: You discover one of Aemondâs biggest secrets and are reminded of the horrors of his past on a night out with your oldest brother, Aegon.
pairing: Implied Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of SA, Aegon is Aegon, mention of incest, angst.
note: This was meant to be a self indulgent drabble! lol, but if yâall like it maybe I can make a smutty part 2? Hehe ⌠feedback is appreciated
With your thirteenth name day came great change. It was a grand celebration: A feast filled with music and dancing, various lords and ladies from throughout the seven kingdoms came to celebrate you and Aemond. Though it also meant you and Aemond being separated from one another. This year your mother had declared you would no longer share chambers. You had started your moonblood and Aemond was becoming a man; sharing a room would be deemed inappropriate. Aemond swore to you that he would come visit you each night.
You had spent the majority of your name day feast simply enjoying Aemondâs company. Nestled in one of the corners of the throne room, sharing lemon cake as you people watched. You tried to get Helaena to dance with you, but she was preoccupied; chasing a moth that had flown in through one of the widows. Your eldest brother, Aegon, was drowning in his cups, bothering any serving girl that came within twenty feet of him. In all truth, you were happy to just soak in the atmosphere with Aemond. Just the two of you, as it was meant to be, as it had always been. Your time with Aemond was interrupted by Ser Criston, asking for your hand in an innocent dance. After your motherâs sworn protector spun you around the room for a third time, you caught your balance. Your eyes locked with Aemondâs as Aegon dragged him from the throne room and into the night.
The hours dragged on as you sat in your new apartments. You anxiously awaited Aemondâs arrival, the last remaining piece of lemon cake and a small figurine of Vhagar you carved for him as a gift sat on your bedside table. When Aemond showed up at your door, the bright eyed boy you had seen just hours before was no longer there. His good eye was red and puffy and his stare was vacant. The cake and wooden dragon soon forgotten.
âWhat has Aegon done to you?â
Things had changed in the weeks since your fatherâs death, as well as the events that occurred above Stormâs End. Aemond had grown distant from you. Your time together grew scarce.
It was now a quiet afternoon in the keep when you overheard Aegon and his guards' future plans for the evening.
âYouâre going to Flea Bottom tonight,â you say to your brother matter-of-factly, âI wish to accompany you.â
Aegon scoffs at you, furring his brow.
âWhat would Aemond think of this?â
âAemond does not control me. He is barely ever around as of late,â you admit sheepishly.
Aegonâs eyes narrowed at this, a sly grin appearing on his face.
âIs that what this is about? Is our dear brother not giving you the attention you need?â He drawled as his fingers ghosted the underside of your breast before you swatted his hand away.
âNo,â you lied, âI am simply bored.â
It was not a total lie, you were bored. It seemed as though all of your siblings had important roles to play while you were cast to the side. Forced to be imprisoned in the Red Keep until you were bargained off to marry some Lord for a political alliance.
You enthusiastically followed your brother through the winding streets of Flea Bottom as he led the way to a small tavern. The narrow, dirty streets were packed with all sorts of people; merchants and beggars alike, small children clinging to their motherâs skirts. You watched in amusement as stray cats darted around you.
The smell of ale, smoke, and sweat filled your nostrils as you stepped inside Aegonâs dingy tavern of choice. Clearly no place for a princess and far from what you were used to. You felt yourself naturally gravitate closer to your brother as you took in the appearance of the rough-looking patrons.
Aegon had announced your arrival, offering drinks as a pleasure from the crown. With that he heeded a warning: Any fool of a man who dare look at you the wrong way this evening may face the wrath of Aemond One Eye and a death by dragonfire.
As the hours went on and the wine flowed, you found you were having the time of your life. You drank and danced and sang. You had temporarily forgotten all of your troubles. The war that loomed over your familyâs head, the loss of your nephew. You had wished Aemond was there to experience the fun with you. You hoped wherever he was, he was having fun as well. You silently thanked your brother for allowing you this small taste of freedom.
âCome on,â Aegon encouraged the young squire, âthere is a madam here somewhere who is perfect for you,â he drawled. âI came here when I was your age, my brother as wellâŚ. This madam has a thing for the younger ones.â
You sobered up at Aegonâs words. He was taking the young boy to her. The woman who hurt Aemond. You were unable to protest as Aegon snaked his hand around your waist, pulling you close to him. You felt warmth in your bones as his fingers dug into your flesh.
âCome sister,â Aegon chirped, âthis should be entertaining, but stay close to me.â
A curtain was pulled back and to your utter shock and dismay: Aemond was there, suckling at the breast of an older woman like a newborn babe.
You found it difficult to witness but even more difficult to look away. You continued to watch in bewilderment as Aemond tore himself away from the woman. Aegon erupted into a fit of laughter, practically falling over at the sight. You couldnât blame him, a nervous laugh threatened to escape your own lips.
You managed to turn away, diverting your gaze to the squire boy who was looking on in horror. You covered his eyes with the palm of your hand, earning snickers from Aegonâs guards, you glared at them.
âWhat the fuck is she doing here?â you hear Aemond grumble to Aegon, clearly referring to you.
âWhy would you bring her here?â Aemond questions, yet Aegon is still laughing.
You glance over and meet the gaze of the madam your twin brother sits beside. She studies your face, and a look of guilt is evident on hers. She is the woman from your thirteenth name day, no doubt, she has to be. You are unable to deny she is attractive. Her features are soft, welcoming, motherly. You can almost see her appeal. Suddenly you feel ill, and it is not the wine.
âAegon! I would like to leave now!â You blurt out in a panic, unsure of where to look or how to even behave.
The king ignores you and instead stumbles onto the bed with Aemond. Taunting him, making crude jokes at his expense, mocking him. Barking like a damn dog.
Any positive thoughts you had about your eldest brother in the hours before were now gone. In an instant, it is as if you are all children again. Aemond is that defenseless little boy in the dragon pit. A mere plaything for Aegon and his cronies.
A never ending cycle, so it seemed.
âAegon! You have said enough!â you scold him, he ignores you yet again.
If Aemond was embarrassed, he did not show it. You finally avert your gaze to his as he stands up abruptly, fully exposed. He is beautiful in this light. You wish everyone in the room could look at Aemond the way you did. You try and fail to look anywhere but below his waist.
âYour squire is welcome to her,â Aemond states coldly, his face emotionless, âany whore is as good as another.â
You find yourself wincing at his words in disbelief. Aemond was not one to ever disrespect a woman. Especially in the presence of others. In the presence of you. You watch the older womanâs face closely, she has the audacity to look betrayed. You wish you could feed her to your dragon. You are interrupted from your thoughts of her burning flesh when Aemond approaches you.
âHad your fun?â He asks through gritted teeth as he passes you, glaring over his shoulder when he does not receive an answer.
âCome now, we are leaving.â
Aegon snickers, now taking Aemondâs place next to the madam. He shooâs you out of the room as he pats the bed, motioning for the young squire to sit.
âWould you look at that? A Targaryen princess, jealous of a common whore! Gods, our family is fucked up.â
âYou are unlike anyone I have ever met,â you say to your brother. It isnât a compliment. You want to cry.
âMust you ruin everything for everyone?â
âYouâre welcome!â Is all he says as you dart out of the room and after your twin brother.
What Aegon seems to forget is Aemond is no longer that defenseless boy in the dragon pit. He is a man grown, with a vengeance and a thirst for blood. May the Gods take pity on you all.
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( SPOOKTOBER ) great protector ! đŚ ä¸ ěľë˛ęˇ Ő
đ airings. familiar!beomgyu x witch!reader wc. 0.6k
đ¸ď¸ââWARNINGS. jealous possessive gyu, unprotected sex , riding
ă âą authors note ă day 3!! i missed writing for txt , so i had to do one for them ...
when you were a kid; the only thing you looked forward to was getting your familiar when you turned 13 , everyone in your family of witches got theirs when they turned of age â and you were excited to get yours.
that was until you got yours; in the shape of beomgyu. not only could he transform into a cat â an annoying cat who scratched at your ankles when he didn't get his way , he also took the shape of a human form so that he could annoy you in your day to day life.
âbeing my familiar means you protect me from harm, not random guys i come across.â you sat on your bed , covered in your spell books; he meowed you rolled your eyes. âdon't act innocent now , you know what you did.â you blinked for a half a second and there he was in human form sitting on your bed. âhe was dangerous , im telling you.â he said. âhe asked for my number.â
âi could just tell.â he said. âyou said that about yeonjun.â you stared at him stoically. âhe just has that face.â he said , you scoffed. âand what kind of face do you have?â he smirked. âa sexy one.â rolling your eyes. âthere has to be a spell to get a new familiar.â his eyes widened. âwhy would you say that!â he cried out. âtake that back.â you smirked. âwhy should i?â you asked. âyou've been such a bad familiar , why shouldn't i just get rid of you?â
you knew beomgyu hated when you did that; you always threatened to get rid of him , even though you knew you wouldn't , as annoying as he was , he still was a good protector. âget a better one.â that was the last thing you said , before the creature lunged for you , pinning your hands above your head. âbeomgyu.â you said , eyes widened.
âi told you i hate when you say that.â he whispered in your ear. âno one else can take care of you like me, you know that.â you tried to fight against him , but he just pinned you down , holding your wrist tighter. âonly me.â you felt his harden length on your thigh. âyou seriously hard right now?â you pushed your thigh against his cock , he hissed. âof course i am , you walk around his barely clothed and expect me not to be.â
âso you're a perv?â you teased. âyou forget i can hear what you're thinking?â you moaned as he bit down on your neck. âyou're thinking about how it will feel with my cock deep inside you.â he grinding against you. âyou bouncing on my cock , i see im not the only pervert in this apartment.â
you never thought you'd see the day you were bouncing on the cock of your familiar , but here you were, sat on his lap with his cock inside you. âyou're mine , no one else's.â he groaned , he held your waist , your boobs bouncing in his face. âfuck gyu.â you moaned , tugging at his hair , he mouth engulfing one of your boobs. âkeep suckin like that.â
âyou feel so good.â the boy was inside your head. âi -fuck- i don't let those other guys near you because you're mine.â you moaned out his name. âgyu I'm gonna cum.â he groaned. âthey won't fuck you like i can , protect you like i canâ he began to fuck up into you. âgyu im cumming!â you screaming out. âcum for me.â
he let out a whimpered like moan as you clenched around him; âfuck i'm gonna cum.â the creature felt himself about to burst. âfuck fuck fuck.â he held you down , cumming deep inside you. âdon't say that again.â he said , finally letting your waist go , bruising already forming. âyou're mine.â
âmy witch , only mines.â
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Once upon a Dream || Yan GB Sleeping Beauty x GN Reader
Characters: Rory
Summary: A cursed prince with no social know how
Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness
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Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who first met you when the King and Queen were celebrating his birth. A christening. You were very young, but you barely remember it in your current days. You do, however, remember the Dark Fairy Queen that had placed a curse onto this enchanting newborn as revenge against the King who had wronged her.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who ends up being kept away in a hidden cottage in the forest with the three good fairies as his protectors. All throughout his life, he grew up without knowing of his royal prestige. He found great comfort in the forest and the little critters within it. He did wander quite a lot when he had finished his chores.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who grows up beautifully and full of kindness for everyone and everything around him. He has an ethereal aura around him, and he handles everything with great care. It would make anyone who saw swoon. However, he has a lack of social interaction due to living deep in the woods and the only people around him are his caretakers.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who memorizes the forest from just exploring in his free time. He knows where the best berries, fruit, and wild vegetables are. Along with the best wild flowers grow. It was an average day when he found a scared, lost horse with a saddle on it. He approached the horse with a calm, steady hand in front of him. He placed the hand on the horse's face and tried his best to soothe it.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who follows the now calmed horse to a clear field of grass and wild flowers. There was also a clear view of the castle that was in the distance. His âauntiesâ had told him stories about the castle and the King. They also told him stories about the villages that surrounded the kingdom. He was so caught up in watching the castle, he didn't hear or notice the rustling behind him.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes startled when he sees you running toward the horse. You looked soaked, and your clothes stuck to your skin in all the right places. He was flustered by not another human in the forest, but by the fact that you looked so enchanting. He remained silent as he watched you fuss over your horse. The care for your animal is very clear to him.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is brought out of his trance when you walk up to him with your horse following you. You were so sweet when you thanked him for watching your horse as well as calming the horse down. You go on to explain you were bucked off your horse because they were spooked. Your voice when you spoke to him was so soft. His heart was fluttering. He wanted you to stay so he could hear your voice more and to befriend you.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who finds himself missing you over the next few days. Even when he's asleep he has dreams of you, as if he has met you some time before. There was so much longing in his heart. This is so different for him. He was acting so much out of character that even his âauntiesâ took notice. Rory would go out for long hours and not come home till the sun had set. What was he doing? They were worried that the Dark Fairy Queen would find him, but they couldn't share their concerns with him.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes so excited when he sees a familiar horse. He runs up to you, his face all aglow from excitement. He starts to gush about missing you. He doesn't know how to converse with another person, but he's trying. He's all blushy in front of you. He helps you off your horse with a gentle hand. Even touching you is awkward. He keeps a hold of your hand and drags you through the forest. He talks so much about his knowledge of the forest he's lived in all his life in hopes that you would be impressed.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who ends up ranting to you about his interests. He shares things he remembers from his childhood, funny stories that involved his âauntiesâ. He didn't know when or how to stop. He just spilled everything to you. But to his joy, you were listening with a smile. He wanted so badly for his âauntiesâ to meet you. However, whenever he seemed to bring up this enchanting stranger in conversations, they would show so much hesitance. It didn't matter anyway. He was happy to just spend time with you.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who asks you a bunch of questions about the village and the castle of the kingdom. You tell him the stories of a prince that was cursed when you were younger. You don't remember the name of the prince, but you're glad to share it as best as you remember. You also tell him that you're not from this kingdom but a different one. You entertain him with stories about your kingdom and what it was like. He is so happy to listen.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes very upset when you disappear for a couple of months. He feels completely betrayed that he's left alone just to wait for you to come back. Well, hope for you to come back. His âauntiesâ share with him that you were most likely visiting from another kingdom. He cries and begs for you to come back. He was acting as if you died. Those were very long weeks for everyone within the cabin.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who has his animal friends of the forest help him feel better while you're away. This usually entailed dancing with Rory and listening to his fantasies about you. He also had an increase of dreams about you. They were usually the same thing. You would come find him and whisk him away to your kingdom where the two of you lived together and had a family of your own. He acted very much like a love sick fool. Sometimes the Dark Fairy Queen's crow would take notice when he was watching over the boy.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is so happy when you come back to him after a few more months of your absence. You apologizes profusely about leaving so suddenly without giving him a goodbye. Rory was so grateful that you cared about his feelings this much. He forgives you with a tight hug. What shocked him the most was that his "aunties" were right. You were just visiting. But what made his mind explode the most was that you were visiting the King and Queen. He hoped that the prince you had told him about didn't take you from him.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who clings to you even more now that you're back. He gives you updates that he thought you would find important. Little things that happened in his daily life. He shared his overwhelming longing for you to come back and the dreams he had of you. It bothered him so much that you couldn't see him everyday. Like when you did when you were visiting. That's when his eyes lit up when an idea popped into his head.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who decides that he'll go with you the next time you leave to go home. He declares it out loud for all to hear within the forest. He doesn't give you any chance to argue. He runs immediately after his declaration to share his decision with his âauntiesâ. He skips to his secret cottage, not taking any notice of the pair of eyes with wings that follow him.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes utterly distraught when his âauntiesâ deny him to let him leave. They were very adamant about not letting him leave with a stranger. They never met you and they couldn't take any chances. He becomes so upset that he runs out the cabin and declares that he would run away with you. He runs through the forest to try to find you.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who finds you in a secluded lake alone. You looked just as enchanting as he did when you two first met. You were watching the ducks swim around. You must have tried to find him, but got lost along the way. However, his eyes scan over you and his face falls. You were surrounded by crows. There was one large crow that was much bigger than the rest perched on your shoulder.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who can't help but find the scene unsettling. When all the crows turn to look at him his back shivers. You follow the crows' gazes to see your blonde haired friend standing not too far away. He fights against the unnerving feeling and runs to you. The crows let out a deathly caw as they're scared away into the tree tops. He throws his arms around you, hugging you as tight as possible. He sobs against your chest.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who startles you with his change of moods. He was just so happy moments ago and ow he's this sobbing mess that has a deathly grip on your body. He was so cheery and was planning to leave with you, even if you didn't agree. He hiccups between his words as he tries his best to explain to you how his âauntiesâ don't want him to leave with you. However, he twists the story to make it seem like his âauntiesâ were the villains. This was all in hopes of you agreeing with him. You don't though, and he hates you for it.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who sees you leave the forest once more. He hates how you have to go partake in some royal's birthday when his is tomorrow. Why couldn't you have stayed for him? As he watches, his eyes never leave your figure. Tears well, and he slowly makes his way back to the cabin with his âauntiesâ. There they tell him that he's actually a prince. The fairies tell him of his true past and the curse that was placed upon him. The more he's told the more his trust breaks. By nighttime, he's in a carriage to the castle.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is embraced with open arms by his actual royal parents. He's pushed into his birthday party with such suddenness. Frazzled, he tries to go about interacting with others, but there are voices in the back of his head. Voices that lead him through the castle, ending up in a secluded room where one spinning wheel stands. He reaches for the spindle, pricking his finger on its sharpness. There his eternal slumber commences. When he is found by father, he shrieks and brings him back to his royal chambers. The three good fairies make everyone within the castle fall asleep alongside their prince before they rush out to go find you.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is asleep all the while you fight for him. He's awake just from your touch on his hand. The amount of love he holds for you is immense. He doesn't care how long he was asleep. You're here, and you're the one who saved him. Everyone else has awoken, and they go through with the party in honor of the prince. Rory tells everyone there that you saved him. All the guests go about singing your praises.
Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is finally happy. Back at home with his actual family, and he can be with the love of his life without worry. The transition from being in a cottage to being a prince has been hard. He doesn't understand how the nobles interactions go, but he has you to help guide him. While looking for you, however, he saw you in the royal garden in an all too familiar scene. You with crows all around you, and one large crow perched on your forearm.
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Heal Me! (Bayverse Optimus X Human Reader) Headcanons!
To set the mood: Trailer
At first, Optimus was hesitant and did not trust you, either because you were a complete stranger or because he had been betrayed many times before. However, as time passed and you and the Autobots became closer and worked together, you became great friends with both the Autobots and Optimus.
You would always leave Optimus being inspired by your acts and words. He would show a lot of respect for you.
Whenever Optimus or the other Autobots were harmed, no matter how slight or severe, you would become extremely anxious, and Optimus would find it adorable.
Optimus really wouldn't get any time to talk to you, either because of him being busy or you being busy but when he does, that is during midnight, you both would engage in a rather in conversation talking about your private lives or past. Him sipping his energon and you sipping your coffee would talk for hours and even cry on each other's shoulder.
He loves it when you touch him during your regular check-ups. He fantasises about you caressing him out of affection.
He would even go so far as to fake his injuries or intentionally injure himself in order to meet you or be touched by your small fragile hands.
Poor Optimus cries on his knees every night, because he knows you would not love him in the same way he does or at least he thought you wouldn't. :)
It would be difficult for him to resist the want to simply hold you securely close to his spark, kiss you, or touch you and have his way with you. But he would fight them while remaining in control of himself.
Everyone knew Optimus was in love with you since his entire attitude changed around you,from being a prime, a protector, the great leader of the Autobots to a soft,shy and nervous robot.Â
Despite everyone telling him to express his feelings to you, he would hide them inside himself and never say or admit anything to you. He was too afraid of what the consequences would be.
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Could you write smut for Aemond targaryen with the prompts 17,40,44,47,53 and 54 maybe with a targaryen reader? Just something gentle, sweet and soft <3 btw Iâm talking abt this prompt list
I absolutely can! Apologies for making you wait since January for this. I hope you're still around to see (and, fingers crossed) enjoy it!
"Vok" (Perfect)
Aemond Targaryen x sister reader
Word count: 2.6k+
About: You and Aemond pledged to each other long ago. Tonight, beneath the blanket of darkness, you revel in each other's adoration.
Includes: SMUT. Featuring brother x sister incest, Aemond is soft but only to his little sister, dirty talk, female masturbation, guided masturbation, praise, unprotected vaginal sex, and a splash of breeding kink
Note: Hello lovely reader! It's been a hot minute since I've wrote Aemond - the posters and trailers have me going (affectionately) insane! Triple warning: this fic is brother x sister targcest. If you do not like that KEEP ON SCROLLING. This is my first time writing this dynamic. Reader is implied to have silver hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. Everything else is up to you! As always, I hope you enjoy this fic! â¤ď¸
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To the realm, Aemond Targaryen was the cruel prince. Aloof, stoic, unforgiving.
To the realm, he was an ambitious and willful young man who rode Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in the worldâthe same dragon who helped Queen Visenya conquer Westeros.
To the realm, he was the second son of King Viserys. And, as such, would play the game of nobility by putting duty above loveâmarrying outside of his Targaryen lineage to seed dragons further into the world.
To you, his little sister and second daughter of King Viserys, he was your protector.Â
Your secret.
A poorly kept secret in some corners of the castle; nosy servants and their obnoxious fucking tendencies. But, with Aemondâs less than idle threats about cutting the tongue out of anyoneâs throat who would speak about it, it ended up being a well-kept secret.
The second son and second daughter of the Dragon King; who better to love, and cherish, and pledge to, than each other?
Aemond would sooner die than see you marry off to some lowly lord of a âgreatâ House. You were the blood of Old Valyria. Everyoneâno matter their featsâwas lowly in comparison to you. And you, his sweet sister, deserved only the best.
Barely a year separated your ages. Neither of you remembered a life without the other.
Long before you gave your maidenhead to your brother you gave him your heart. And your heart he held.
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The night was late. These dark hours were some of the only unadulterated times you had together. Aemond kissed you slowly, passionately, gently stroking along your cheeks with his thumbs as he did. You were tangled in his bed together. You, stripped down to only your shift, and him, stripped down to only his sleep trousers. One of your shiftâs thin straps kept sliding down your shoulder, and each time it did Aemondâs warm mouth kissed over the smooth lovely skin. You panted soft soundsâeach feminine simper jolting right to his cockâas he lavished you in affection.Â
âYouâre kissing me silly, lÄkia (brother). My head feels full of bees and Iâm hot. So, so hot,â you whispered against his kiss-swollen mouth. âWill you not feel for yourself?â He hadnât yet made a move to touch you where you really, truly, wanted him; something that had you whining and pouting. While his hands alternated between stroking your face and groping your bodyâwaist, hips, thighsâyours were buried in his hair. It was all down and free. The silken sheet of it spilled over his shoulders, spilled over you, and you relished the feel of it inside your hands. Against your bare skin. âPlease?â
âPlease what, hÄedar? (little sister)â He asked, voice mellow with just the right amount of rumble from his chest.
âPlease touch me,â you answered, back naturally arching to press your soft body against the hard planes of his own.
Another low sound came from him. He pressed a warm, wide palm up the perfect curve of your back until he squeezed into the nape of your hair. âSuch a pretty word from a pretty mouth. Have my kisses made you ache with need, byka zaldrÄŤzes (little dragon)?â
âYes.â The single word, its single syllable, rolled off your tongue before your brain even fully registered his question. You stared at him desperately. One eye was so beautiful; so ancient in its color and proclamation, just like your own. The other reflected faceted edges of the sapphire he wore in place of his missing eye. You didnât know which was more enchanting.
âHow long can you go, hm? Without me touching you?â
âW-what?â
He laughed. A rumble beneath his pale, taut chest. âHow long before you succumb to madness by me not touching your perfect cunny?â
âAemondâŚ,â you whined. Pitiful. âNot much longer! Please, lÄkia, I need you, please.â
A serpentâs grin curved his mouth and darkened his eye as he shifted positions with you. Now, he sat upright with his back against his headboard and pulled you to sit in front of him.Â
You nestled between his legs, your back flush with his chest, and his stiff cock rested against the small of your back. A blush bloomed beneath your cheeks. You knew lust ran as wild in his veins as it did in yours.
âTell me, sweet sisterâŚ,â he started, whispering by your ear. Both his hands cupped and squeezed over your breasts. Their softness melted against his palms and he groaned at the sensation. Perfect. You were so fucking perfect. âHave you touched yourself to peak before?â
A stammer replaced the little mewl in your throat. âH-how do you mean?â
He laughed again, pinching your nipples. âMm⌠are you sure?â
Lust and need and fire roared in your blood to the point of almost drowning everything else out. âI d-donât understand,â you admitted. But, it was a lie. You knew what he meant. You could only hope heâd go easy on you so you wouldn't have to admit, prove, or say you knew what he spoke of.
âWhy are you playing shy with me, hÄedar? I think you know exactly what I mean. There is no shame in it,â he spoke sly, hands pushing the hem of your shift up until he held the material in a fist upon your abdomen. With his other hand he tugged your smallclothes down your bare legs, tossing them off. The flats of all his fingers ghosted over your exposed cunt. Testing you. Feeling you. He hissed an inward breath. âFuckââ, he growled. ââTis a good thing I was born a prince. Gods know if I had this wet little cunt between my thighs I wouldnât get anything done. Ever. For how often Iâd fuck myself silly on my own fingers.â
Aemondâs vulgarity sent a coil of tension wringing in your belly. Slick arousal pooled hotter beneath his touch. Your clit throbbedâthe little pearl silently screaming for attention. âYes,â you breathed, shuddering.
âYes, what?â
Your older brother wasnât going easy on you. âYes. I⌠I know what you speak of. And.. yes, I do. SometimesâŚ,â you admitted with a wave of embarrassment.
Somehow he grew harder against the small of your back. He throbbed. âShow me,â he demanded.
âWhat! Aemond, no. Please, please, please no. Donât make me show you.â Mortification replaced your previous embarrassment. Yet, your spine quivered with another rush of liquid arousal.
âI would love nothing more than to see how you bring yourself pleasure. Do you think of me when you do, byka zaldrÄŤzes?â
You nodded. Dizziness warbled your brain.Â
âSuch a sweet perfect thing,â he cooed. He'd felt that nervous energy tense you. He also saw the exquisite thrum of your pulsepoint beneath your neck, too. Two sides of the same coin: carnal desire. When he spoke again it dripped with wicked passion. âDonât be nervous, I'll guide you through it.â
It had been quite some time since you last brought yourself to climax all on your own. Aemond was always more than eager to give you pleasure. Tonight, however, something was different. Idly you wondered what it could be. Before you thought about it too much, Aemond guided your dominant hand to that delicate space between your thighs. You gasped at the sensation of your own touch. Torture never felt so divine. Your little bud sang as you circled it, rubbed over it. You sighed sweetly. âHow did you make me so wet?â
It took controlled effort to not spill himself across your back at that very moment. âSpread your legs for me, princess. Let me see and hear what youâre doing.â
You obeyed. With your legs spread wider, now, it was all the easier to resume your previous motions. Flicking and rubbing over your bud felt divineâexcited little sounds already spilled from your mouth. You ached inside, too, wantingâneedingâto be stretched around something. The memory of Aemond's long fingers pumping into you while his thumb claimed your clit had your face hot. You couldn't reach those same spots he could. You bit your bottom lip, whimpering.
Aemond watched from above with a hungry lecherous eye. Beneath your shift he could see your breasts, slope of belly⌠and then further below, your creamy thighs spilled wide open. Fuckâhe was so hard his back hurt. Your girlish sounds sent his desire blazing. âYour little clit is so achy, isnât it? I know how much you like it played with,â he said by your ear. âDo you ever go inside?â
You nodded, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder. You stayed on your pearl, still, legs tensing with bliss as it warmed and tingled your blood.
âShow me,â he growled again. âBe a good girl. And afterward? Donât worry, I'll take care of you. Promise.âÂ
Without hesitation you pushed two of your fingers into your warmth. Your body squeezed around the intrusion, inner walls flexing, trying to pull them in deeper. A gasped moan left your parted lips. âI-Iâve never done this before.â Youâve never shown anyone this before is what you meant. Aemond knew what you meant.
âI know. Shh⌠itâs okay, I'll guide you through it.â He gently touched the top of your hand and relished your little tendons flexing with the effort of your self pleasure. He pushedâcoaxing your fingers deeper, silently urging you along. More.Â
Soon the wet sounds of your hand against pink swollen flesh mingled with your moans. Lewd. Dirty. You tried to stay quiet. You really did. But it felt too good, and Aemondâs hand on yours guiding you along had your toes curling. Of course he would help you. Of course he wouldnât let you do it all on your own. âAem..!,â you whimpered, hips rocking with your movements. ââM close.â
âI got you,â he whispered, voice heavy.
As soon as your fingers found that little patch of hidden nerves along your walls, you werenât able to hold on much longer. The bliss, all at once, became too much. Tension snapped in your belly as colors flashed behind your closed eyelids. Your legs trembled at the tip of your peak, and as you crested downwards Aemond held you tighter against him.
âVok (perfect),â he said as he watched you. How perfect you were with your silver hair framing your face. How perfect you looked when ecstasy became too much. How fucking perfect your eyes were as they opened and locked on his, bright and glassy with excitement.Â
You carefully pulled your fingers free and began to turn around to face him. Before you could, however, he held you tighter against him. Confusion furrowed your brow and whatever you were about to say was cut off by his impatience.
âIâm greedy, byka zaldrÄŤzes. Go on, one more time. I know you can do it. Show me again how you peak.â
Without arguing you again settled back against him. You planted your feet along the outside of his legs, spilling your thighs open wider than they were before. You angled your hips to the perfect position and this time a third finger joined your previous two. This time you fucked yourself without shameânot that you held on to it long in the first place.
Aemond all but snarled behind you, absolutely ravenous at the sight of three of your little fingers pumping and curling up into your body. He moved a hand downward, too, and the pads of those fingers worked over your clit in time with your pumps.
âGods! Aemâ!â You quivered against him. The addition of his lascivious attention had your hips squirming. Wanton moans, no longer trying to stay quiet, had your mind blanking. Nothing existed outside of you and Aemond. Nowhere existed outside of the spaces in which your bodies touched. Climax found you faster this time. Your second orgasm had you crumbling against him. Sweat sheened your brow. Your face bloomed. Sated. You were wholly sated.
âGood girl,â he praised. âSuch a good girl. Giving me exactly what I wanted,â he kissed you, stealing your lips in a kiss that had you floating all over again. You could have fallen asleep right there in his arms and been the happiest thing in the realm. Breaking away, he added, ânow Iâve a promise to make up to you, hm?â
Honestly, youâd forgotten about it. But, now that he mentioned it, your belly did a silly little flop.
With great care, Aemond moved from behind you and stood. Offering a hand to you, he said, âtake your clothes off and lay on your back.â
And with that, you both finally shed the last pieces of your clothing.Â
Laying like he said, you leaned back on your elbows to prop yourself up to still see your brother. Spilled messy hair, tall lean body littered with nicked scars, sapphire eye on full displayâŚhard cock blushed angry red with need. They say Targaryenâs are closer to Gods than men, and with the hearthâs orange light reflecting on his ivory form, you believed him to be a God.
Aemond thought the same about you as you laid there bathed in the moonlight and hearthlight.Â
âSpread your legs for your lÄkia, I want to see you.â
As soon as you didâproudly showing off the slick mess of two climaxes, Aemond pumped along his rigid length. Despite butterflies twirling in your belly, your smile up at him was purely feline.
To Aemondâs credit, his voice only broke slightly when he said, âget on your hands and knees.â
You did. You dipped your spine as low as it could comfortably go, propping your ass up for him. As much as he loved fucking you with your legs wrapped around his waist, you knew he loved this position, too. âMÄzigon va, lÄkia (come on, brother),â you purred. âKeep to your promise.â
In an instant one of his hands squeezed harshly into the fat of your hip while the other spread the meat of your ass apart. He planted one foot firmly on the bed, and the other stayed rooted on the ground. The position gave him more leverage, and power, and control as he loomed above you. With a flex of his entire abdomen he pushed forward; the hot stretch of your body around him had both of you gasping. âI plan on leaving a babe in your belly tonight, hÄedar. That way mother will have no other choice than to wed us,â he groaned, pulling backwards only to snap his hips against the smooth underside of your cheeks once again. And again.
You fisted the sheets as Aemond fucked you. You moaned your delight at his words, nodding. âYes, please,â you panted. âFaster,â you begged.
His thrusts were precise and brutal. The slap of your smacking skin was utterly depraved and you hatedâno, lovedâhow it made you impossibly wetter. Aemond did too. âAlready squeezing around me? FuckâIâm not going to last much longer,â he said, strained.
You began to push back against him, meeting his thrusts halfway with a frenzied need to make him release. âFill me. Fill me up, Aem,â you still begged, breathing heavily.Â
He rutted against you with the same needâa primal haze taking over as his stones began to tighten. His fingers dented firmly into your flesh as he continued plunging in and out of you. Instinct to spill his seed built by the moment and soon he became sloppy. He grunted and growled, and with a final shoveâcock buried as deep as it could be inside your wallsâhe spent against your bodyâs end. Pulse after mighty pulse emptied his spend into you. Stray strands of hair stuck to a sheen of sweat upon his forehead.
You joined him in peak; left boneless and exhausted after three orgasms. Even at the top of your bliss, and his, he never eased until you were both done.
Aemond pulled his softening length out from you and urged you to fall forward upon his bed. You followed his motion and happily laid there. Naked, glowing, and full. You reached a hand out to pull him to you. âAvy jorrÄelan (i love you).â
Aemond easily settled next to you, scooping you into him. âAvy jorrÄelan tolÄŤ (i love you too),â he said between slow, satisfied kisses.
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Gwayne Hightower X Targaryen reader princess @beckyxzz
Disclaimer: incest. Gwayne is the reader's uncle, slight angst, attempted r@pe, mention of sa.
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A youngest and a daughter. What an awful combination can the princess have.
The princess was feeling spiritless between these walls, after a war was declared.
"I want to go in the Sept, it is the seventh day today" she informed her sworn protector, her uncle.
"Princess, would you like for me to inform the Queen so she shall accompany you?" Gwayne asked.
She shook her head, she can't even look at him after the dream she had about him last night, it was unpleasant.
Gwayne took knowledge of her request, as soon as he fetched a carriage for her, the princess was fast to enter the carriage before him.
"You look devastated princess..." Gwayne pointed out.
"I worry for my future, Ser Gwayne" she confessed, as she skinned the tip of her fingers, a manner she obviously gets from her mother.
Gwayne looked at her, she looked like she did not come from her sister Alicent, from her outside and inside. She looked extremely like a Targaryen, out of the five of them, she was the only one who radiates an aura like the other pure-blooded Targaryen had. Her skin and hair were glowing, her lilac eyes that can deceive anyone.
"I worry that someday, the King would arrange me in marriage to the other houses for alliance" Gwayne snapped back in reality as her voice echoed inside the carriage.
"Aegon and Aemond they're plotting to marry me to the Oscar Tully"
Gwayne only nodded, he knew that his nephews' ideas were right, Oscar Tully was a young boy who would accept a generous offer of marrying a Targaryen princess, especially if it's her.
"And you don't want it? Lord Oscar Tully is a great chivalrous and has a great title"
She shakes her head, she never dreamed of marrying a guy, she wanted to marry for love and build a family that will be full of joyous laugh and lovely interactions.
She dreamed one man to marry and unfortunately it was the man right of her, out of all people her heart chose the one she truly shouldn't be with, he was sworn and took an oath.
As they have reached the Great Sept none between them, uttered a word.
Gwayne watched her kneel on the stone statue, while she lit up three candles he frowned, for whom she lit up the third one? Gwayne stared at her, she was the most beautiful of all of them, the most beautiful in his eyes too. His eyes stares at her position, kneeling while she looked up, he wonders how beautiful she would look if a such position is in front of him, he shook his head it was never a good idea to think about her in a sensual way.
It was a painful minute he had to endure before the princess and him came back in the Keep.
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Gwayne resisted her, he tried, and he was good at hiding it, the people inside the Keep did not suspect him aside from one.
The youngest princess was outside the Godswood of the Keep when the Jason Lannister pay her a visit, Jason had always dreamed that someday he might get her hand for marriage before the two Targaryen brothers finalize her betrothal to Oscar Tully. It's not like Aegon did not want him for their sister, it would be an honor for both parties to unite their houses.
Gwayne eyes followed the steps of the Lannister towards the princess, he sat beside her on the wooden bench, the princess gaze moves towards him, a hint of discomfort flashed on her face at the close distance between her and Lord Lannister.
"Ser Jason, I am afraid my brothers are nowhere to be seen here" she spoke genuinely, Jason let out a small chuckle as he shakes his head.
"It is you princess that I am looking for" his body moved closer to her and his hands slowly reaching for her hand but before he had placed a kiss on the back of it, the princess had already withdrawn her hand from his grasp.
"What a very proper lady you are" Jason smirked. "I do wonder if only I had asked for your hand earlier than maybe our houses and the people in Kings Landing are already cheering at our union" the princess face grimaced as he spoke, he was speaking nothing but nonsense.
Gwayne hold his sword as he watched the scene unfold, Jason reached to cup her face, he cannot read what he's telling her, but one thing is for sure, the princess is not pleased nor comfortable with him. And he himself is not happy at the scene right in front of him, that cunt of a Lannister touching her elegant face, he dared to touch the princess like that.
Gwayne battled with his own emotion, but his restraints vanished when Jason Lannister took a small fabric of her dress and sniffing it, he immediately walked over them and grabbed his collar pushing him to the ground, he draws his sword before pointing it on the lord lion's neck.
"What an immoral person you are to harass the princess" Gwayne spat, the guards seem alert on his actions but he paid no mind and looked at the princess behind him.
He was furious.
And she can read it clearly on his eyes, but why? Why does it look like his act and rage was caused by other than his knightly duty? Why does his eyes seems have something more to say.
"Princess give me your command and I shall extinguished this unhinged man" Gwayne spoke, digging the tip of his sword the man's skin.
She opened her mouth to speak when Aemond walked inside seeing the scene in front of him.
"Ser Gwayne? What is the meaning of this?"
Aemond spoke beside him was Ser Criston Cole, Aemond's eye widened at the unpleasant scenario, when Gwayne moved his gaze to the Prince, Jason Lannister took it as a chance to run and stand beside Aemond.
"The princess sworn protector is insane! H-he pointed his sword at me!" Jason snarled.
Aemond looked at his uncle, demanding an explanation, Jason's defense made the knight chuckled as he placed his sword back his side.
"My Prince, Lord Lannister was harassing the princess"
Jason denied his allegations fueling the anger inside him, he stepped forward to make him admit his treasonous act but the hand of the woman behind her was placed on his arm, deterring him. His tense muscles softened at her touch.
Aemond eyes watched the interaction between his sister and uncle, he made a small sound with a click of his tongue as he whispered something to Ser Jason Lannister and the Lord walked away.
Then he turned back to them, looking at his dear sister. "Ser Criston, please escort the princess out of the Godswood."
"Aemond, I wish to stay. Hear me out, Lord Lanniste-"
"Enough. We shall talk later princess, for now I need to have a word with Ser Gwayne" with Aemond's command, Ser Criston walked to the princess and slowly guiding her back inside the castle.
Gwayne and Aemond remained there, the prince walked near at his uncle, his uncle was a great knight, one of his greatest swordman.
"You are a very an honorable knight Ser Gwayne, I would not have to deny that" Aemond murmur to him, looking him from toes to his head. "But it seems like the past moons you are having dereliction with your duties" the prince continued, he might only have one eye, but it does not mean he wasn't able to see the stare of fondness his uncle setting to his sister.
"I am only doing my duty, and it is to protect the princess, my Prince" Gwayne was bravely enough to stare back on the one-eyed prince.
"There is a difference with protecting the princess because of your duty and protecting her out of jealousy" Aemond chuckled, Gwayne was not fazed by his nephew's correct allegations. "I am no fool uncle, I know the little amor you have for the princess" Aemond stepped backward as he turned his back against the Hightower knight and walked away.
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The last phrases echoed inside Gwayne's head, his mind was preoccupied when he heard a noise inside the princess chamber.
He quickly knocked on her room, waiting for her answer but it remained silent, he tried multiple times still no answer.
"Princess I am going inside" he informed before pushing her wooden door.
He went inside and he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, her back facing him.
"Princess? Are you alright?" He walked toward her.
He took the sight of her, when he finally saw her whole, her cheeks covered in almost dried tear stains, both of her arms hanging on her sides, it took his attention at the two bottles of wines scattered down her bed and one on her right hand.
Gwayne kneeled in front of her, slowly taking the wine out of her grasp, when he kneeled, he noticed pieces of broken glasses on the floor and small drops of blood, he searched where did it came from, and his eyes dropped on the left arm of the princess.
It was a long slit, probably a wound from the broken bottles of wine, he remained calm despite the urge to be angry at her for being too careless and letting herself get wounded. He scanned her chamber looking for something to aid her injury.
He slowly grabbed the liquor away from her, next he reached for her hand and gently washed it with wet water removing the flowing blood.
The Princess watched his actions, when he slowly held her hand like it was a piece of jewelry that need to be held with care. Her drunk state told her to caress his hair to show him her affection.
She has always admired him, from his physical traits to his inside traits, an honorable man, raised by his mother in Oldtown, an heir to Oldtown. He would be a perfect candidate as her betrothed, perhaps if only their father, the previous King was still alive he would consider Ser Gwayne to be her betrothed.
She looked down on him as he slowly wrapped a clean cloth around her palm, she reached to cup his face, slowly bringing his face close to her. Gwayne was surprised by the princess but also was fast to move away from her. Her heart sank as she felt his skin detached from her hand.
"Princess" his voice warned, the young princess stood up walking closer to him, she again caresses his face, her thumb rubbing his pale skin. With her drunken state she tried reaching for his lips, but the knight looked away, dodging her kiss.
"Ser Gwayne" her voice almost sounded like a plea, Gwayne took all his courage to not smash his lips to her at that moment, she would not need to ask him again, but he knew better than be intimate with the young princess.
"Princess, this is inappropriate" Gwayne managed to protest.
The Targaryen princess did not care, the alcohol she consumed had put enough courage for her to do an act that no proper or modest lady would do.
"Just for tonight please..." she leaned her forehead to his shoulders, her hand rested on his chest.
Gwayne was frozen, saying every curse he knows in his mind, he was no saint, with her pleading voice and desperate request she awoke something inside of him. He bit the inside of his cheeks, his hands gently snakes behind her back not enough for her to notice.
"Please"
Gwayne did not wait for another word, as he tilt her chin up to face him and connected their lips, he knew it was wrong, that if someone had walked in and caught them, he would be exiled, hanged, or beheaded with no trial.
She was a bit surprised not expecting his lips to hers, his tongue devoured her mouth, licking the taste of alcohol in her, she reached for his collar, but Gwayne gently pushed her down back to her mattress.
She studied his face, he was breathing heavily and his face fall down to the ground, Gwayne did not utter any word when he tucked her in thick covers.
"You must retire, princess" he said before turning around.
She was puzzled by his actions, while he was walking to leave her chamber, the princess pulled his white cloak enough to make him turn around, facing the princess.
"Ser Gwayne are you playing jest on me?" She furiously said, she somehow felt like her ego was stepped in. Not because she was rejected, but the mere thought that this knight left her hanging.
"I am clearly aware that you princess is very much familiar with ordinance and oaths that I have took as your sworn protector" Gwayne retorted, he returned his words with fully, like he intends to knock some senses into her wasted state. "I do not intend to break that princess; I am afraid you may have to find a different man or a whore perhaps who can fulfill your desires" he continued.
It was a harsh slap to the princess, with heavy steps she moved away from him. "Would you like me to fetch you a whore that will please you for the night?" She shakes her head.
Gwayne felt the pang of guilt when she raised her face to face him, the watery eyes were obvious to see. "I have no needs for those whores Ser Gwayne" she defined, hating how her voice sounded like it was about to break, it was shameful, she knew that her own sworn protector now see her as an improper desperate lady, who would risk everything just to get a taste of pleasure.
Gwayne nodded in acknowledgment before leaving when the princess spoke again. "I may be drunk but clearly I know what I am doing. I do not kiss just because I am drunk Ser Gwayne it is because I have deep feelings for you" she confessed.
Her head fell down on the cold ground as silence covered them, she was anxiously tugging her dress looking for comfort, but she failed. She knows that maybe inside of him he's already laughing at her little confession, maybe she was truly a Targaryen for having queer customs.
"Princess you are a young lady, you have no idea what you are talking about" he begun not daring to face her. "Whatever it is, please keep it to yourself or forget about it. Because I do not see you nothing more than my duty and a daughter of my Queen sister" he continued as he walked outside the chambers.
She pursed her lips, her eyes remained down before she finally composed herself to go back in her bed. She saw it coming, how fool of her to even try her luck at him. As she lay down Gwayne's words keep repeating inside her head until her mind grew tired and drift off.
That night Gwayne frustratedly punched the wall beside the door outside of her chamber, he was amused to himself that he was able to pull off a such thing, he talks like he did not want her, like he did not dream of having her, he talked like he has no interest in her, but he knew that inside him says otherwise.
That night he had left her chamber, he asked a different knight to guard the door of the princess bedchamber. Gwayne went outside the castle inhaling the air wishing that the fucking wind would relax him.
Gwayne's attention shifted towards the sound of someone approaching, he turned to find the source of sound prompting him to ready his sword. After minutes he finds nothing and left.
On his way back to check the princess his was puzzled as a lot of servants and guards are running through the halls urgently, his worry rise and ran towards the princess room. When he stopped in front of her chamber it was open and she looked inside to see the Dowager Queen with a teary eye watching her youngest daughter as her handmaidens tearing up while changing her already ripped dress.
Alicent eyes darted towards him as well as Cole's, the Commander of Kingsguard immediately gripped his collar dragging him out of the room.
"Where have you been? Why aren't you here when this tragedy happened?" Cole scowl at him, his fingers tightly grip his collar.
"I was gone for an hour, I asked another guard to look after-"
"They beheaded prince Jahaerys in the Queen's chamber, after that they stopped by the princess chamber slitting the throat of the guards that was here and they have harassed the princess, all this because of your insolence" Criston's last words are the only one who hit him.
He abruptly pushed him away trying to see her, but Criston pulled him back "After your negligence I don-"
The Commander dropped on the cold ground from the hard punch from Gwayne, before Criston could even react the knight was already inside the chambers.
Gwayne rush towards her but Alicent was quick to block her way. "Brother" Alicent spoke, when he moved his gaze towards the princess, she was already sleeping.
"The Maesters gave her something that would ease her shaking and led her to sleep." his sister voice was shaking as she explained.
"What did they do to her?"
Alicent can't form any words, how she will be able to repeat the words her daughter told her. "T-They barged here, and she said they touched her in the most inappropriate ways" Gwayne's inside was trembling, but he remained still when Alicent continued.
"The guards was already searching each room after what happened in Helaena's room, it was good thing that the guards looked inside her room before they do anything to her. The boy is dead, his pain has put through its end."
Alicent next words broke out. "B-but what they have done to my girls" she cried out, she covered her mouth to stop from making noises, preventing to wake her daughter.
A tear escaped on Gwayne's eyes as he listens to her words, there was no one to blame other than him, he didn't only forsake his duty but also her safety. In one night, he was able to completely harm her in many different ways.
It took minutes before Alicent calm herself, Cole assisted her back to her room, Gwayne was left there, he remained inside her chamber, it was inappropriate but it did not matter anymore. He watched her sleep, recognizing the familiar kind and sweet face she have, out of all people she did not deserve that, she was nothing but kind to everyone highborn or not.
"What kind of Gods are they to put harm to someone like you" he whispered with a small tear streaming down his face.
What happened to her, stabbed him inside. He wanted to protect her, he wanted to shield her from any harm but at the end he was the one who had forsaken her safety.
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Because of the incident, every kingsguard was questioned by the King Aegon.
"My son is dead! My poor sister was harmed! I shall have those rats head on a spike!" Aegon burst out as he left the council room.
Him along with the Kingsguard remained still when the Dowager Queen spoke, all the other guards shifted their gaze to her sister but his eyes remain on the youngest princess beside her, she was looking down while the Prince Aemond gently talk to her, Gwayne can see the Prince hands covering hers.
"All of you remain to your duties but none of you shall go near to my daughters, I'll have different men guard their room" His reality snapped back at the Dowager Queen's command. "And Ser Gwayne"
His eyes darted towards his sister, waiting for her to finish her words.
"You are dismissed from your duty, you are no longer the Princess sworn protector" her last words before she left the suffocating room.
The room was filled with whispers and silent chatters, thinking that Ser Gwayne would be exempted on the consequences of the accident last night.
"You should be glad, you weren't exile from the position, because of your insolence the princess was harmed" Aemond move to him face to face. "She was supposed to be under your protection and what have you done?"
"You know what's the right punishment for you? I should have both your head and cock in a-"
"Aemond that's enough" the princess rose from her seat, her face expressed nothing but devastation, the old kind and glowing aura now long gone.
"You defend this guy? A man who was responsible for what happened to you?" Aemond's outrage grew more as her voice and words protected him.
"Please, its inelegant to cause a scene in the council room" she rose from her seat and walked towards them, her face that used to be filled with a joyous, harmonious and glowing light is long gone and changed with despair and agony. When she came near them his gaze drifted down on the small gray patch that was hiding under the collar of her dress.
A bruise. A mark that left to remind her about that night.
The princess noticed his attention to her bruise, she swiftly fixed her collar to hide the bruise. "Aemond that is enough please, I would like to rest please..." He noticed Aemond softens at her words when the prince pulled away from him and guide the princess outside the room.
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A week passes the memory of accident can't seem to be buried from the people inside the Keep's minds, all servants looked after the Queen Helaena and her younger sister more, their guards was replaced by knights of Casterly Rock, the security was more stricter, and it was killing Gwayne, a whole week he wasn't able to see her, he tried to get over it, convincing himself it was for the better but it did not work, Sevens whatever nonsense words he would say to himself it will never work.
The past few weeks people despise him, Aemond hated him rather, would often discreetly throw him vile insults but Gwayne paid no mind, and that's what anger the prince most.
And here they are, standing in front of him. The prince was on the training grounds when the prince Aemond saw him and challenged him for sword sparring.
"I challenge the Dowager Queen's brother"
"The irresponsible knight, Ser Gwayne" Gwayne rolled his eyes at the insult, Aemond was a young man who knows nothing but to throw vile insults thinking it would be the greatest weapon to have.
Criston was the first to spoke. "My prince Ser Gwayne Hightower is your uncle it would be disrespectful to challenge your older uncle-"
Criston explained but looks like the prince has no intention of listening. It was no secret of Gwayne's skills, an expert in sword and combat, he was raised for the specific specialty as an heir and knight he was taught to hold a sword and fight at a very young age, and he excels.
"It's much more disrespectful to neglect a prince offer, doesn't it?" His one eye placed on his.
Gwayne offered a small smile and nod before he bows for respect. "You are truly right my prince, a shame on my part to neglect your generosity, and it would be an honor to-"
"Honor?" Targaryen prince muttered under his breath with a loud scoff. "Honor is the last thing you deserve uncle"
With the prince last words, he draws his sword and begin to attack the Hightower knight. Everyone on the training grounds did not plan or even wish to intervene between the two skilled swordmen, not even Ser Criston Cole. On the upper part of the castle the King Aegon took a sip from his goblet while watching with a smug look on his face, beside him was the Lord of whispers, Ser Larys Strong.
"Look at them fighting over my dear little sister, what a cunt deprive they are." Aegon laughs watching two kin of his dwell.
"I beg your pardon you grace, Prince Aemond?" Larys asked, he did not expect a such thing from the one-eyed prince, to waste his time and defeat his own for a woman.
"Y/N was the only woman he ever loved, our dearest sister who showed her nothing but gentleness" Aegon explained his hand rotates clockwise to stir the wine in goblet. "Did you not notice how he was not fazed by the idea of betrothing Y/N to Oscar Tully, the Lord of one of the most important houses in the realm but rather he was threatened by a simple knight, our uncle to be exact" Aegon laughs loudly, he finds it quite entertaining to see two dumb men kill each other for a cunt.
But on the other hand, Larys seems like not to get his idea. ''What do you try to say, your grace?"
The sound of laughing that covered them disappeared, the King raised an eyebrow at him, but it later turned into a sly smile.
"Aemond knows who his enemies are, but he only attacks the ones he knows he will lose to" he looked back down the grounds, Aemond was behind Gwayne the prince arm wrapped around the knight's neck.
"Because he knows he has no chance of winning over Ser Gwayne" Aegon said and place his goblet, letting out a loud burp.
Back on the ground the guards were growing worried of the two, Gwayne's army tried to intervene but Gwayne command them not to.
"You think just because you are the brother of the previous Queen you have the right put your hands on the princess?" Aemond whispered his grip tightening.
Gwayne knew, the overprotectiveness, the insults Aemond made after the accidents, the small jealousy that would flash on the prince face when she defended him. Those was plainly all because of his romantic feeling for her.
"I am far better than you could ever be Aemond" he replied striking his elbow right to his patched eye, resulting him to fall on the ground. Gwayne was fast to take his sword from the ground and points it towards the prince.
it made everyone gasp, a treasonous act was displayed.
"Perhaps the prince would wish to ask for different opponent next time, someone who has the same level of skills like him" he said before finally throwing the sword and turning his back. His back dropped to the cold ground, and a sharp dagger was pointed at his neck.
"You shall know your place in here......uncle" Aemond remind him.
Looking around he can see the concerned eyes of his men, but neither of the two paid minds. Aemond pushed his dagger furthermore earning a loud groan from the knight beneath him. "No one in this people would dare to question me if I slit your pretty neck-
"Aemond"
All of the attention moved to the princess on the door, behind him was the King Aegon that has a wide annoying smile. Quickly Aemond removed himself above the knight and simply left the training grounds without uttering any words. Before the prince passed her by, she whispered to him.
"What is this about Aemond?" her voice lingered on Aemond's ear.
"You shall not know my dear sister" he only smiled and resume to walk pass her.
The youngest princess sighed out her frustration, oh she knew, she has always known. He did not perfectly hide it. Her gaze moved towards the knights that was helping Gwayne to stand up, the bruises was starting to swell as well as her worries for her.
"Bring Ser Gwayne in my chambers now" she commanded before leaving the grounds.
Her heart was beating fast as she reached the hospital wing of the castle and gathered the things and medicines she will need. She was worried and guilty she knew the exact reason why Aemond did that, she knew her mother will be vexed if someone told her what she just commanded those people earlier. No one was supposed to go near her other than her brothers, sister and mother.
When she opened her chambers, Gwayne was sitting on the chaste his armor is still on, her hands were shaking as she placed the medicines on the top of her drawer. After that night she don't know how she will be able to face him again.
"Princess the Queen would not be pleased to know that you invited me in your chamber without anyone to chaperone"
She exhales and pretend like she did not hear him. "Remove your armor and lay down the chaste."
"But princess-"
"I will not repeat myself again"
Gwayne pressed his lips together and diligently nod and did what he was told to. He was having a hard time removing the damn armors around him, his body was still sore from what all the prince did to him earlier.
The princess immediately moved towards him and helped him with removing his armors, it stunned the knight at the sudden proximity. For a moment he was breathless with her closeness to him, her hands slowly put down the heavy plates and armors around him and Gwayne was finally relieved from his armor she moved back to take a cotton with a medicine to heal his cuts.
Gwayne sat still on her chaste, she sat beside him to tend his wounds, the first tap earns a groan from him, she whispered him to calm down.
How can he? when she was that close and beautiful
But after few minutes they both grew comfortable with each one's presence, Gwayne's body was leaned against the chaste while she was tapping a medicine in the long slit Aemond made on his neck.
She wanted to cry at that moment, she wanted to talk to him about that night even though he made it clear.
"I apologize for what Aemond did, he can be very impulsive sometimes" she managed to start a conversation with her hoping that he would reply.
"He loves you" Gwayne stated, it was hard to let out those words because he did not want to acknowledge someone's romantic feelings for her, but other than that he was scared that you might feel the same towards Aemond.
"I do not wish to talk about that, Aemond is nothing but a brother to me and it will always remain that way" she explained her eyes fixated on his neck, everything about him was gorgeous.
"I apologize for that night princess, I was supposed to be there, to protect you" his words made her froze.
Once again, she was reminded by the horrible night that happened to her, she composed herself as she gathered all the used cottons, the memory of the incident still lingers inside her head, she intends to forget about those as much as she can.
Gwayne noticed her abrupt movements, when she stood up to move away Gwayne had caught her arms pulling her back down on the chaste, his arms snakes behind her and pushed her body close to him. Their closeness did not help the longingness their trying to suppress.
"Please know, I cry out for you, the one thing I can't have" Gwayne spoke as he gently tucks some of her hair strands behind her ear.
"Please do not play with my feelings by doing this you only make-" she was cut off when he seal her into a kiss.
She can feel her muscles relax above him, her hands automatically landing on his chest while she tried to deepen the kiss. She was drowning at their kiss. Meanwhile, Gwayne carefully guided her body above him, his hand behind her waist while the other one was placed on her face.
The two separated to catch their breaths, Gwayne moved his forehead towards her. "Forgive me, my love" his voice was regretful.
"Every night my love, I did nothing but pray to the Gods for their forgiveness and yours, every night I wished to be on your side and comfort you, every night I think of no one but you. Forgive me princess for being a coward daft" he pleaded; his fingers intertwined with her as he brushes his lips to her hand.
"Gwayne that night when they were...." she could not bring to mention the words of what happened to her. "In my mind I was shouting your name hoping you would hear me and save me, I prayed to the Gods to bring you and save me from that horrid situation" her lips formed a smile
A bitter smile with her watery eyes was displayed infront of him. And it shattered him.
"But you shall not to blame yourself" her voice became hopeful, her eyes settled above his blue ones. "I would not be please to burden yourself with guilt"
"i tried to resist my feelings for you, you know" he chuckles. Their body wrapped around each other, "but I was only fooling myself, telling myself that I wasn't devastated by the news of your betrothal with Lord Tully, or whenever prince Aemond was all over you. I had to convince and to repeat to myself that I was in no position to feel that way"
"My betrothal to Oscar Tully is now gone, you have nothing to worry" she explained and sat up beside him.
Gwayne only nodded as he brings his lips to her knuckles "I don't care if it's to happen or not, no matter what will happen I will forever fight for your hand, no matter what consequences I will face"
"Gwayne if you wish we can keep this as a secret"
"I do not wish nor intend to darling" he cupped her cheeks and pulled him into another kiss.
This time he will do everything to have her, he will not leave Kings Landing without her by his side.
His lips move down to her collarbone, his finger moved the fabric that was covering the bruise, the princess tried to hide it, but he stopped her. He pressed his lips on the top of the bruise lightly not wanting to hurt her, if only his lips could remove these horrid marks and replace it with his own, he would gladly do it.
He switched positions with hers, now she was beneath him.
"You must rest, your wounds and bruises are not healed" the princess smiled and stood up, she led him towards her bed.
Tiredness covers the two as they both lay on the bed, when Gwayne opened his eyes, it was almost night he removed himself from her bed and starts wearing his armor again, he has to talk to her sister and start explaining everything, he placed a kiss right on top of her head before exiting her room.
A soon as he closed the door of her chamber, the familiar dagger was settled once again on his neck.
"Does the bruises of my punches not enough or maybe I shall fully-"
Aemond wasn't able to finish his sentence when Gwayne was fast to get the dagger out from his grasp, and quickly moved on Aemond's back, his arm wrapped around the prince neck while his other arm swiftly placed on the top of his other eye.
"I have been patient with you boy" Gwayne spoke, the tip of the dagger moved closer to the prince eye. "But I must tell you that everyone has their limits"
He let go of the prince, gasping for air before Aemond scowled "Do you think the King and your Queen sister would approve of this? no, you will be exiled not only from here but from your position or even worse you'll end up beheaded"
Gwayne showed no hint of fear, "You are right, there's uncertainty of what I am about to do, my life, position and honor will be put in risk because of my actions, but if there is something I cannot risk is my love for the princess."
He had come to the point where he was desperate to be with her.
"I can and I will risk everything just to have her, even if the only chance is impossible, for her I would gladly risk it, my prince"
Gwayne always knew the importance of honor, being the heir of the King's Hand, his father didn't miss any day of reminding him about it, and growing up his principle was just like his father's. But now he was ready to bend everything for her no matter at what cost.
"Prince Aemond you have no idea how far I will go just to prove my love her, you don't know the things I'm willing to do for her."
Gwayne stated before finally walked past the one-eyed prince all confound.
A/N: hello doves i am truly sorry for the long and slow updates, life's been quite busy, had a lot of things going on but anyways please know that i am slowly working on your requests.
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Them With A Shy S/o
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How the members would react to having a shy S/o
Warnings: none
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you like it!
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Jin: Jin is a rather shy person himself at first, so I think heâd be really understanding of your personality and social needs. He has a special knack tho for making those around him comfortable, so donât be surprised when heâs suddenly got you laughing and playing along to one of his weird little games.
Yoongi: Yoongiâs rather shy himself, so I think youâd get along quite well, he understands that sometimes being around other people is just awkward. Heâs a very naturally comfortable person to be around tho, so I see that helping you to open up more without feeling obligated to.
Hobi: Hobi is such a social butterfly, I think heâd be a great partner for someone whoâs more shy side, kinda like how he gets along with Yoongi. Heâd be great at making you feel relaxed and comfortable, but he also has his shy moments too, so heâd understand when you feel overwhelmed or need a break.
Namjoon: Joonâs very sociable and a people person, so heâd be great at helping you come out of your shell. And although heâd find your shyness really cute and endearing, heâd also take it as a bit of a challenge to find ways to help you open up more.
Jimin: Chim would find you so fucking cute! Heâs pretty shy himself, so heâd understand your struggles, but I think for those same reasons, he would step up and take the lead to help you feel more comfortable(this is me w my other shy friends)
Taehyung: Heâd be so sweet and patient with you, finding little ways to make you laugh and relax, wether thatâs talking about your current obsession, or doing an extra silly dance or skit. Seeing you relaxed and enjoying yourself around him is his ultimate goal.
Jungkook: Jkâs pretty shy at times too, so heâd definitely be sympathetic to your nerves, but lowkey, he also kinda loves it. Heâd love it if you clinged to him a bit when yâall go out together, it makes him feel tough and proud, like heâs your protector.
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Knight Aemond x Princess Reader Innocent Touch
Synopsis: You and Ser Aemond are starting to come into a routine and each other's good graces until it is rudely abrupted. Warnings: None (yet), Aemond growing fonder of his station, Âżinfatuation?, Slight Jealousy PREVIOUS PART / NEXT PART
âWho is this from?â You asked as a squire handed you another bouquet of flowers. Aemond resisted rolling his eyes as he watched you toy with the petals. He stood behind you as you and your brother sat in the gardens. âLord Triston, Your Highness,â The squire bowed as he left. âI did not know Lord Tristan was courting you,â Your brother frowned and reached forward to take hold of the scroll placed in the middle of the bouquet.Â
âThis is the fifth one in three days; itâs quite excessive, is it not?â You pondered as you placed the bouquet on the side, not keen on the smell of roses. You turned to your brother, waiting for his response, but he was too busy reading the scrollâ you would guess another poem that he had plagiarized from one of the great poets of the realm. âItâs quite a⌠bold poem he chose,â your brother frowned, and you shrugged, taking a bite of berries and cream cake. âSince when had he started courting you? I do not remember him asking for Father or Iâs permission,â He stated, and you shrugged once more. âHe began to send flowers, I believe, a week or so ago?â You said uncertain. âDo I recount right, Ser Aemond?â You turned to your knight for confirmation, slowly warming up to him once more as he had aided in a time of desperation.Â
âYes, princess.â He nodded, and your brother turned his gaze upon your sworn protector, seeing his stoic expression severe into a scowl. âI think it best you keep your distance from Lord Tristan,â Your brother said, glancing over the flowers he sent as well as the rather forward poem he had given. âVery well then,â You agreed, not at all attracted to the young lord who was known for his reputation as a rake.
âSee to it that the lord does not bother my sister, Ser Aemond,â Your brother commanded as he stood. âOf course, my prince,â Ser Aemond bowed, agreeing without question as he, too, was unsettled by the lordâs quite fervent attention towards you. He had been noticing lord Tristan trailing you for the past few days, even going as far as walking down the halls of your wing at night. Of course, Aemond always stood guard, ready to challenge the lord.Â
âIâll see you at supper, sister,â your brother said, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head before leaving. As he left, you placed a lemon tart onto a plate and raised it to offer to your knight. âNo, thank you, princess. I had just eaten,â He said, and you nodded.Â
âWas lady Davenport present during the last tea party I held?â You questioned Ser Aemond as your memory seemed to fail you, but you had learned your knight had a rather sharp one. âI do not believe so, princess,â He replied, trailing his eye around the gardens as he noticed the distant figure of lord Tristan staring at you from above. âHm, this is the second session she has missed⌠I noticed that she has been absent in court as of late,â You mussed, not expecting a reply from your knight as you thought out loud.Â
âI hear whispers that the lady Davenport is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress,â Your knight then said, making your eyes widen, and you turned your body to look at him from where he stood behind you. Aemond bit his tongue as he saw the expression on your face. He does not care for gossip, but he did find your reactions to it quite amusing. âBut she is not set to marry until a fortnight.â Ser Aemond shrugged as he imparted the talk he heard from the maids. You let out a breath of a laugh. âI always thought her intended was quite the traditionalist,â you muttered, and Aemond smirked, pondering if he should share the next piece of information he had overheard. âHe is⌠but his brother is proven not.â He quietly added and bit his lip. âNo!â You gasped in disbelief, turning to Ser Aemond once more, only for him to shrug again. âAgain, these are only whispers I hear, princess,â He said, and you narrowed your eyes as an amused smirk rose to his lips that he could not control as he spoke.Â
When Aemond removed his gaze from you, he noticed lord Tristan making his way towards your direction. âPrincess, you are late for your meeting with your seamstress,â You turned towards the sun and saw that it was past its peak, âOh, yes, of course,â You said and stood, going in the direction of your chambers and Aemond content as lord Tristan missed your presence.Â
Ser Aemond stood guard outside your chambers as you were fitted for your gowns, passing his gaze through the hall and watching intently all the passersby. He clenched his jaw as he saw lord Tristan standing at the end of the hall, observing the commissioned portraits of you that were made each year for your name day. Aemond resisted the urge to roll his eye as lord Tristan inched his way towards your chambers. Aemond wore his most formidable expression as he was met with the lord. âI wish to seek an audience with the princess,â He said, voice dismissive. âThe princess does not wish to be disturbed.â Ser Aemond replied curtly.Â
He watched as the lord raised a pompous brow. âI do not believe you understood what I saidâ I seek an audience with the princess.â He gritted, and Aemondâs hold at the hilt of his sword tigtened. âI understand perfectly. It is you who does not comprehend that the princess does not wish to be disturbed.â Aemond resisted succumbing to his urges and showed great animosity towards the young lord.Â
The door to your chambers opened, hindering either man from speaking. Your seamstress exited, and Aemond was quick to hinder the lord, who seemed to forget any sense of manners as he tried to force himself into the sanctity of your chambers. âMy lord?â You questioned and turned to Ser Aemond, who had a deep scowl on his face. âPrincessâ I wish to speak with you,â lord Tristan bowed and threw a glare at your knight. âOh, I am not receiving company at the moment, my lord. IâI wish to be alone.â You say quietly. âHave you received the flowers I sent?â The lord ignored your words, and Aemondâs jaw ticked as you two locked eyes, seeing apprehension in your gaze. âI have, thank you, lord Tristan⌠but if you would excuse me,â You curtsied and moved to close your door. Leaving your knight and the rather audacious lord.Â
Aemond felt a pompous smirk rise to his lips as you shut and barred your door, the hopefulness in the lordâs eyes disappearing quickly. Aemond bit his lip as lord Tristan walked off in a huff. When you hear his departing footsteps, you unbarred your door and peeked your head out. âIs he gone?â You quietly asked your knight, staring up at him, âYes, princess,â Aemond nodded, and you fully opened your chamber door. âHeâs quite⌠boorish,â You muttered and took your kitten into your arms, cradling it as if it were a babe as you walked through the halls with your knight. âHe certainly is, princess,â he agreed, looking towards the kitten who he had hidden days before. There was a glare in the felineâs eyes as Theodore was familiar with the man who had placed him in the confines of the mouth of a gargoyle.Â
You hear your little kitten suddenly hiss, making you frown and run your fingers soothingly through your petâs fur. âWhatâs wrong, my darling?â You cooed, looking down at Theodore, who continued to hiss. You doubled your efforts in trying to calm him, unaware that the man beside you was the reason for the agitated state of your kitten. You placed a kiss on his little head, and that seemed to be effective. Theodore slowly calmed down. Aemond bit his lip as he feared that his desperate actions would be known by youâ implausible since no one bore witness to his actions, but you would certainly question why your pet would be upset whenever in the presence of Aemond.
You were too distracted as you tried to soothe your kitten, growing unaware of your surroundings and where you walked. Aemond sighed as this was a frequent occurrence; he circled his arm around your waist and guided your way. He bit his tongue as he was enveloped with your scent. At your close proximity, Ser Aemond scowled at the continuation of whining from your kitten. Aemond led you to your solarium, arm growing cold as he removed his hold from your waist. He stood guard by the door and listened to you cooing at your kitten.Â
Ser Aemond stood straighter as he heard footsteps revealing your brother. âIs my sister in?â He questioned, and Aemond nodded curtly. âMy prince,â He called before your brother entered. âLord Tristan had been proved rather ungallant⌠just earlier today, he tried to force himself into the chambers of the princess to seek an audience with her even though he was told that she wishes to be alone.â Aemond had no trouble in tattling. He saw a severe frown on your brotherâs face, and only when the prince frowned did Aemond finally see the resemblance between you and the prince. The prince hummed, thinking of a way to protect you further; it was silently known by the court that lord Tristan was persistentâ stopping at nothing to acquire anything he wanted, and he usually resorts to ill ways to achieve it.Â
âMy sisterâs safety is of utmost importance, Ser Aemond,â Aemond nodded, âI know⌠and I agree, my prince,â He agreed. âI shall have no choice but to add another guard to her station,â Aemond stilled at the princeâs words. âMyâmy prince, I am fully capable of protecting the princess,â He said, almost defensively. Your brotherâs eyes widened, fearing that he had offended the knight. âYes, of courseâ I would not entrust my sister in your care if you are incapable, but with lord Tristan sniffing around her, I fear you would need aid.â Aemond bit back his tongue, not wanting to speak out of turn. âSer Adam shall accompany you during the day as an added guard to my sister, so no more run-ins like earlier shall occur.â Aemond gritted his teeth and gave a reluctant nod before opening the door for the prince.Â
The following day, Aemond stood guard by your door and waited for you to start your morning. He stiffened at his spot as he heard the clank of armor and the image of Ser Adam taking his post on the other side of your door, a teasing smirk on his lips as he saw Aemond's annoyed face. âSer Aemond,â He nodded in greeting, âSer Adam,â Aemond gritted in reluctant courtesy. You opened your chamber doors, and two knights straightened their stances. You looked between your two guards, âGood morrow, Sers,â You greeted and walked off, your kitten in your arms and your two guards following you as you made your way to the gardens.Â
The once soothing clang of Ser Aemondâs armor as he walked now turned into an annoying bang as his steps were matched with Ser Adam's. You looked down upon your pet cat, who rested calmly in your arms, still drowsy from his sleep. Aemond noticed your attention was placed on your kitten was more and placed his hand on the small of your back to lead your way, as always. Aemond caught the gaze of Ser Adam, the secondary knight raising a quizzical brow at him, but Aemond did his best to ignore his presence, trying to pretend that it was only you and him, just like days before.Â
When in the gardens, Aemond moved to assist you to your chair, but Ser Adam beat him to it. He gritted his jaw as the kind âthanksâ that was meant to him was addressed to the other knight. As the day went on with Ser Adam accompanying the both of youâ you offering him the same refreshments and chatter as Aemond and even gossiping with him, Aemond felt an odd twisting in his stomach that he did not care for. It was as if fire ants were crawling and biting at his skin, and some strong hand was twisting his gut and possibly even his heart.Â
âGood night, Ser Adam,â You smiled as the knight went to retire for the night, much to Aemondâs relief. You and your sworn protector walked the halls to your room, and you noticed that he had been rather rigged the whole dayâ nothing odd, but you did notice that he was starting to unclench the past few days. âYouâre scowling.â You mused as you two turned a hallway; Aemond glanced at you who observed his expression. âAm I, princess?â He asked, knowing full well he was. Aemond feigned confused, as he did not want his annoyance to be revealed. âYou are; youâve had that line between your brows the whole day,â You say, and stood at the tip of your toes and trying to smoothen the furrow between his brows.
Aemond froze at your actions that were not mediated and thought about by yourself, forgetting your sensibilities as you invaded your knightâs personal space. You froze as you realized what you had done, quickly backing away, your cheeks heating at your actions, and felt embarrassment course through your veins. âI⌠I apologize,â you say, your voice just a squeak, and you hurriedly turn on your heels as you rush toward your chambers. Aemond battled through his shock and followed you through your chambers, the both of you uttering a quick and awkward âgood nightâ before you disappeared behind your door.Â
Aemond stood at his post, breathing ragged as his hand fingers went to where you left your soft and burning touch. Aemond tried to calm his breathing, dismayed by his reaction. It was just an innocent touch, nothing to fuss over about, is it not? He rested the back of his head on the cold stone and tried not to let his thoughts be consumed by you even more.Â
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