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slutoru1207 · 4 months ago

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No Goggles Mark x Hero!Reader pt2

Warning: Afab!Villainous Obsession, Fighting, Angst, Tension-Filled)

The pavement cracked beneath your feet as you launched yourself forward, fists clenched, body screaming at you to end this now.

You had fought Mark before. Your Mark. The one who was controlled, conflicted, the one who made you feel safe despite his strength.

This Mark wasn’t that.

This Mark was a monster.

He didn’t dodge. He didn’t block. He just stood there, that awful smirk carved into his face as he let you land hit after hit. Your knuckles slammed into his jaw, his ribs, his stomach. Each one powerful enough to put a hole through a building.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead, he sighed—deep and satisfied, like he had just taken a warm breath of fresh air.

“God, I missed this.” His voice was almost reverent, like you were some divine gift that had been returned to him.

Your stomach twisted, bile rising in your throat. “I’m not yours.”

Mark chuckled, tilting his head as he lazily rolled his shoulders. Crack. Crack. His gaze never left you—sharp, knowing, drinking in every breathless movement, every sign of strain like he loved it.

“You keep saying that,” he mused. “But you feel like mine.”

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, you blurred forward, using your superspeed to strike at his side. He let you land the hit—his body barely budging as your fist crashed into his ribs. His lack of reaction made your skin crawl.

Then, he did something that made your breath hitch.

He leaned into you.

His breath ghosted over your ear as he murmured, “You used to hit harder.”

You snapped.

Your knee shot up, aiming for his gut. Mark let it connect. Your elbow slammed into the side of his head. He barely reacted.

“I don’t know what the hell you think this is,” you spat, frustration bleeding into your voice, “but I’m not the person you remember.”

Mark grinned, finally moving. His hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist with just enough pressure to hold you still. Not enough to break. Not yet.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, his grip tightening just slightly. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

Then, before you could react—

He yanked you forward.

Your body crashed against his, your vision swimming for a split second from the sheer force. His other arm came around, trapping you against his chest in a grip that wasn’t quite crushing. His warmth, his strength, it was wrong.

“I know exactly who you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

You struggled. Fought. Wrenched your arm free and shoved your palm against his chest, pushing yourself away with as much force as possible. Mark let you go easily—too easily—like he had just wanted to feel you against him for a moment.

You skid backward, heart hammering. He stood there, watching, waiting, his hands clasped behind his back like this was nothing but a game.

And then—

“Do you dream about me?” he asked suddenly.

Your breath hitched.

Mark’s smirk widened at your reaction. “I bet you do.” He tilted his head, voice dropping to something dangerously soft. “I bet it drives you insane, doesn’t it?”

You forced yourself to stay calm. “Shut up.”

He took a slow step forward.

“I think about you all the time,” he continued, voice lilting, conversational, like he wasn’t saying something deeply wrong. “I wonder if you still laugh the same way. If you still curl up in bed the way you used to. If you—”

Your vision went red. You blurred forward, slamming your knee into his ribs hard enough to send a normal person through five buildings.

Mark barely budged.

And then—

He laughed.

The sound of it made your stomach lurch. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t mocking.

It was genuine.

“Oh, you do remember,” he breathed, eyes glinting with something dark, something possessive. “God, I love you.”

Your blood ran cold.

Before you could react, he was suddenly in front of you, too fast for you to dodge. His fingers brushed over your cheek—not a strike, not even close. A touch. A caress.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “You have no idea.”

You snarled, jerking backward, but his hand shot out, catching your chin just as you tried to move.

“You love me,” he said, so sure, so confident it made your skin crawl. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, something dark and starved in his expression. “You loved me before. You’ll love me again.”

Rage burned in your chest. You slapped his hand away, glaring up at him.

“I would rather die.”

Mark’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. His fingers twitched at his sides, his body practically vibrating with amusement.

“God, I love when you say shit like that.”

You saw red.

You blurred behind him, swinging your leg out in a vicious kick. This time, Mark finally dodged—barely, like he was humoring you.

And then—

He disappeared.

Your gut twisted in instinctual terror.

Before you could react, he was right behind you.

His arms caged around you, his chest pressing flush against your back. His breath ghosted over your ear.

“I could snap your spine right now,” he murmured, a promise, a reminder. “But I won’t.”

You stiffened, muscles locking.

Mark’s fingers trailed over your hip, slow, reverent.

“You wanna know why?”

You swallowed hard. “Because you’re a fucking psycho?”

Mark chuckled.

“No,” he whispered. “Because I like when you fight.”

Then, he released you.

Just like that.

Like he was letting you go.

Your heart hammered as you spun to face him. His hands were behind his back again, his posture relaxed, a mockery of nonchalance.

Mark smiled. “Go ahead,” he said, tilting his head. “Try again.”

Something in your chest snapped.

You shot forward, throwing everything you had at him. Hit after hit, kick after kick, your strikes moving faster than most could see.

Mark dodged.

Not with effort. Not with strain.

He was playing with you.

And he was enjoying every second of it.

part 3

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ginxyy · 2 months ago

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No Labels, No Mercy

(Warning: very intense, very smutty, very toxic, lots of dark tension.)

OT13

PT2

Minghao didn’t waste time.

His grip on the back of your neck tightened — firm, commanding — and he tugged you up onto your feet with terrifying ease.

You stumbled a little, but he caught you, dragging you flush against him.

His thigh slotted between your legs without hesitation, pressing up against you in a way that made you whimper before you could stop yourself.

“Aw,” he cooed mockingly, “already needy?”

His voice was a low purr, made for sin, and you shivered helplessly against him.

The boys were still frozen in place — watching with blown-out eyes, lips parted, not even trying to hide it anymore.

Their hands twitched in their laps.

Some shifted subtly, trying to ease the ache between their legs.

But nobody moved.

Nobody dared interrupt.

Minghao wanted an audience.

He wanted them to see.

And you, you were sick enough to love it.

He slid his hand down your body — slow, claiming, filthy — until he was gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

“Such a little show-off,” he murmured against your ear, grinding his thigh up between your legs until you gasped. “Gonna make you show off some more.”

You whimpered again, clinging to him.

He smirked.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he said, voice low and cruel. “Right here. In front of all of them.”

You blinked up at him, dazed, wrecked, desperate.

He laughed — dark and gorgeous — and kissed you again, rougher this time, teeth dragging your bottom lip until you moaned into his mouth.

And then he shoved your hips down against his thigh, forcing a delicious, unbearable friction right where you needed it most.

Your head dropped back on a broken gasp.

Minghao’s hands gripped your waist, forcing you to grind against him.

“That’s it,” he muttered, “make it pretty for them.”

Your thighs shook with the effort of holding yourself up.

The heat coiled low in your belly, sharp and brutal.

The room spun — the heavy breathing of the boys, the obscene heat of Minghao’s thigh between your legs, his filthy words in your ear.

“You like knowing they’re watching?” he whispered. “You like showing them what a little mess you are for me?”

You moaned helplessly, rocking against him faster now, desperate for release.

“Look at them,” he ordered, voice sharp.

You forced your heavy-lidded eyes open — and what you saw made you whine.

They were wrecked.

Jeonghan, biting his lip hard enough to bleed.

Seungcheol, fists clenched in his lap, jaw locked tight.

Joshua — poor, sweet Joshua — staring openly, panting like he’d run a marathon.

Mingyu, still dazed and ruined beside you, watching you with a soft, broken awe like you were something divine.

All of them.

Hard.

Hungry.

Helpless.

All because of you.

Minghao grinned wickedly.

“You feel that, baby?” he hissed. “You see what you do to them?”

You ground down harder, chasing your high shamelessly now, trembling in his hands.

“Come for me,” he growled, voice dark and commanding. “Be a good fucking girl and come for me.”

The coil snapped — brutal, electric, overwhelming — and you shattered against him with a high, broken cry.

Your body spasmed, grinding helplessly against his thigh, pleasure wracking through you so hard you saw white.

The boys made broken sounds — soft gasps, curses under their breath — watching you fall apart.

Minghao held you through it, hands strong and possessive, letting you ride out every violent wave of your orgasm.

Only when you sagged boneless against him, panting and ruined, did he lean down and murmur in your ear:

“Good fucking girl.”

You whimpered, clinging to his shirt, barely aware of anything but the way the room throbbed around you — thick with heat, with desperation, with barely-contained chaos.

And Minghao?

He wasn’t nearly done with you.

Not even close.

Your orgasm still hadn’t fully faded when Minghao moved.

Still gripping your waist like you were his toy, he dragged you down into his lap effortlessly — straddling him, knees braced on either side of his thighs, your skirt riding high, panties soaked through.

The boys shifted — audibly — at the new position.

You could feel their stares burning into your skin, the weight of it making you even wetter.

Minghao leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs even wider, dragging you with him so you were grinding shamelessly against the hard line of his cock, still trapped behind his jeans.

And he didn’t give you a second to recover.

One hand slipped up under your skirt, ruthless and greedy, finding the slick heat between your legs without hesitation.

You gasped, squirming — but he just gripped your throat lightly with his free hand, forcing your eyes back to his.

“Don’t look away,” he ordered, voice a low dangerous growl.

You whimpered — but you obeyed.

“You’re gonna stay right here,” he said, thumb stroking your jaw cruelly, “and you’re gonna look them all in the eye while I touch you.”

You choked on a whimper, thighs shaking around him.

“And you’re gonna think about how bad they want you,” he whispered. “How bad they all wanna ruin you. How bad they wish they were me right now.”

And then — he started to move his fingers.

Dragging the soaked fabric of your panties aside, stroking the dripping folds of your pussy slow, so fucking slow, until you were twitching and gasping and trembling on top of him again.

You tried to bury your face in his shoulder — tried to hide — but he growled low in his throat, tightening his grip on your chin.

“No hiding, baby,” he said, voice pure sin. “Let them see.”

And you did.

Forced yourself to lift your head — eyes glassy, mouth open — and stare straight into the wrecked, starving faces of the rest of Seventeen.

Vernon was frozen, one hand in a white-knuckled grip on his knee, his tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously.

Woozi looked like he was about to combust, stiff as a statue, jaw clenched so hard it was shaking.

Dino was flushed all the way up to his ears, fists balled in his lap, his thighs twitching like he was fighting himself.

DK — sweet, bright DK — was breathing so hard you could see the rise and fall of his chest from across the room, his pupils blown wide with need.

Jun was fucking grinning, lazy and dangerous, palming himself casually under the pretense of adjusting his jeans.

The8 — Minghao — smirked wickedly under you, grinding you down against his fingers, forcing you to make filthy, obscene noises that echoed in the tense, overheated room.

Joshua looked like he was praying — hands clenched tight together between his thighs — but his hips still twitched helplessly every time you whimpered.

Wonwoo had his head tilted slightly, watching you through half-lidded eyes, expressionless but his hands twitching like he wanted so badly to touch.

Seungcheol looked furious — furious and desperate — his thigh bouncing restlessly, lips pressed into a thin, white line.

Jeonghan — oh, Jeonghan — just watched, a slow, knowing smirk twisting his perfect lips, like he was cataloging every single filthy sound you made for later.

Seungkwan looked like he was two seconds from bursting into flames, fingers digging bruises into his own thighs, eyes glassy and wild.

And poor Mingyu, still dazed and wrecked, blinked at you like you were a dream he could never touch again — his cock already starting to harden again just from the show.

Twelve pairs of eyes.

Twelve beautiful, desperate men.

All of them fucking obsessed with you.

And Minghao?

Minghao was the king of it all — fingers working you ruthlessly, grinding you down harder, forcing you closer and closer to the edge again without any mercy.

“Tell them,” he hissed, voice dark and dangerous in your ear. “Tell them what it feels like.”

You whimpered.

He pinched your clit sharply — just enough to make you yelp — forcing your mouth open.

“Tell them,” he growled again, grinding you harder. “Be a good girl and tell them.”

Your voice shook as you gasped out:

“It… it feels so good—”

You sobbed when he stroked you harder, thumb flicking your clit in tight circles.

“So fucking good,” you cried, head tipping back, thighs shaking violently.

Minghao chuckled — cruel and beautiful.

“There you go,” he purred. “Let them hear it.”

You moaned shamelessly, grinding against his hand, chasing the pleasure like you were starved for it.

You could hear the boys’ breathing — harsh and desperate — hear the way they shifted restlessly, some so close to breaking, to touching themselves, to giving in.

You were wrecking them.

You were ruining everything.

And God, you loved it.

You barely had time to breathe before Minghao shifted under you, strong hands locking around your thighs.

With terrifying, easy strength, he forced your legs wider — wide enough that your soaked, dripping pussy was completely exposed to the room.

You gasped — tried to close them instinctively — but he growled low, a dark sound rumbling in his chest.

“Ah, ah,” he chided mockingly. “What did I say, baby? No hiding.”

Your thighs trembled from the strain of holding yourself open, but he didn’t let go.

Instead — ruthlessly — he grabbed the neckline of your top, bunched the fabric in his fists, and ripped it down the middle.

The sound of fabric tearing was obscene in the tense, heavy air.

Your breasts spilled free, bare and flushed, nipples tight and aching — on full display for the entire band.

The room groaned — a low, broken sound of pure, male need.

You turned your face into Minghao’s shoulder, burning with humiliation and heat — but he grabbed your jaw again, forcing you to look up.

“None of that,” he hissed against your temple. “Be proud of it. Show them how pretty you are.”

And God, the looks on their faces—

The boys stared like starving wolves.

Their chests heaved. Their hands twitched. Their eyes devoured every inch of your exposed body.

You felt their hunger like a second skin.

Minghao just laughed — dark and smug and cruel — rocking his hips slowly under you, teasing you with the thick, heavy pressure of his cock still trapped behind his jeans.

“You see that?” he murmured in your ear. “You see how fucking pathetic they are for you?”

You whimpered, thighs quaking, desperate for friction — for anything — but he only dragged it out, taunting you with slow, grinding strokes, making you soak through your panties even more.

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” he mocked. “So fucking desperate you’d probably let them all fuck you right here if I said so.”

You sobbed, shamed and humiliated and soaking wet — and still, he didn’t stop.

He shifted again, reaching between you with one hand, tugging at his zipper, freeing himself from his jeans.

You could feel him now — hot, heavy, leaking against your inner thigh — and your whole body tensed in need.

And then, without warning — he grabbed your hips hard and slammed himself inside you.

You screamed — high and wrecked — the sudden stretch so overwhelming that your nails raked down his shoulders, clinging to him like you were drowning.

The room erupted — gasps, groans, filthy curses — as the boys watched Minghao bury himself to the hilt inside you in one brutal, claiming thrust.

He didn’t stop to let you adjust.

Didn’t give you a second.

Just ground you down onto him, forcing you to take every thick, perfect inch, using you like his personal fucktoy in front of his closest friends.

“You feel that, baby?” he gritted out, voice dark and shaking with control. “Feel how good you fit me? How you were made for my cock?”

You could only sob, nodding helplessly, wrecked beyond words.

He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back so he could whisper — taunt you — in your ear.

“They’re watching every second,” he purred. “Watching you take me so fucking good.”

And you looked — because you had no choice.

Looked at them.

Jeonghan, eyes dark and endless, licking his lips slowly.

Seungcheol, fists clenching and unclenching in his lap, nostrils flaring with every thrust.

Joshua, whispering filthy prayers under his breath, eyes glassy.

Mingyu, hands fisting the couch cushions so hard they were trembling.

Wonwoo, breathing harshly through his nose, one hand ghosting over the bulge in his jeans.

DK, flushed and panting, mouthing something silent — please, please, please.

Woozi, looking torn between rage and unbearable lust.

Vernon, blinking slowly, as if hypnotized by the way your body bounced on Minghao’s cock.

Jun, openly palming himself now, lazy grin gone, replaced by sharp, wolfish hunger.

Dino, white-knuckled and shaking, practically vibrating with the need to join in.

Seungkwan, biting his own wrist to keep from making noise, eyes wide and desperate.

All twelve of them.

Hard.

Broken.

Obsessed.

And Minghao — beautiful, cruel Minghao — kept fucking you through it all.

Deep, slow, punishing thrusts — each one forcing soft, wrecked sounds out of your mouth, making your breasts bounce obscenely, making slick noises echo in the heavy silence.

He grinned — a slow, sharp, devastating grin.

“Pretty little toy,” he growled, low and dangerous. “All mine.”

He dragged a hand down your back, gripping your ass, slamming you down harder onto him.

The stretch was brutal, perfect, everything.

You could feel another orgasm building — fast, violent — but when you whimpered, when you tried to chase it, Minghao laughed darkly and slapped your ass hard enough to make you yelp.

You were driving them insane.

“Not yet,” he snarled. “You don’t cum until I say so.”

You sobbed helplessly, grinding against him, desperate for friction.

The boys shifted again — visibly pained, struggling, aching.

And Minghao loved every fucking second of it.

You were sobbing.

Helpless, broken sobs, tears streaking down your cheeks, your body shaking violently from how close you were — how badly you needed to cum — and Minghao wouldn’t let you.

He owned you.

He gripped your hips tight, forcing you to grind against his cock, slow and steady, his thighs flexing under you as he used your body like his personal toy — showing you off without a hint of shame.

“Look at her,” he purred, voice dripping with pride and cruelty. “Look how perfect she is.”

You gasped out broken, ugly sounds, your nails clawing at his shoulders, your thighs trembling from the strain of holding yourself up.

You could feel it — how close you were — right at the edge, but every time your body tried to tip over, Minghao stopped, pulling you back, dragging out your suffering.

He was putting on a fucking show.

And the boys — his best friends, his brothers — couldn’t tear their eyes away.

Some of them looked like they were in pain.

Some looked ready to cry.

All of them looked like they were about to lose their minds.

And Minghao just smiled — slow, devastating — as he rocked you against him again.

“You’re crying, baby,” he mocked softly. “You gonna cry harder if I don’t let you cum?”

You sobbed, nodding helplessly, clinging to him.

He kissed your tear-streaked face — almost tenderly — and then turned his burning gaze to the rest of the room.

The boys froze.

Held their breath.

Waited.

And then — casually, cruelly, beautifully — Minghao said:

“Touch yourselves.”

The silence cracked like glass.

“You know you want to,” he added, voice low and commanding. “Don’t be shy.”

And just like that — they broke.

Immediately.

Hands dove for zippers, jeans shoved down, cocks pulled free — flushed, leaking, desperate.

You sobbed harder at the sight — at the filthy, beautiful reality of it.

Jeonghan’s hand was already wrapped around himself, slow and lazy, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you grind helplessly on Minghao’s cock.

Seungcheol grunted under his breath, spitting in his palm before wrapping it around his heavy length, pumping himself in brutal, desperate strokes.

Joshua, flushed and gorgeous, was fisting himself almost reverently, like he was afraid to blink and miss a second of you falling apart.

Mingyu — poor, desperate Mingyu — whimpered softly, jerking himself with both hands, leaking like a faucet.

Wonwoo bit down on his bottom lip, stroking himself slow and cruel, watching you with cold, calculating hunger.

DK moaned — a soft, broken sound — as he squeezed the base of his cock hard, trying not to cum too fast.

Woozi was furious — his strokes rough, violent — eyes locked on the place where you were stuffed full of Minghao.

Vernon looked dazed, high on lust, his hand moving in slow, desperate pumps.

Jun grinned wickedly, lazy and controlled even as he jerked himself off, his eyes never leaving your tear-soaked face.

Dino’s hands were trembling — he was fucking shaking — jerking himself fast and rough like he was seconds away from exploding.

Seungkwan — sweet, ruined Seungkwan — was already leaking down his fingers, pumping himself frantically, muttering desperate curses under his breath.

Twelve of them.

Masturbating.

Jerking off to you.

Because of you.

Because Minghao wanted them to.

You could barely breathe — sobbing, shaking, clinging to Minghao as he fucked up into you, slow and brutal, forcing your body to perform for them like you were nothing but a perfect, precious toy.

“You see that?” Minghao hissed against your ear, voice raw and feral. “See what you do to them?”

You sobbed again, nodding weakly.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” he growled, hips snapping up harder, rougher, dragging filthy sounds out of your broken body. “My perfect little slut.”

The words — the filth, the humiliation, the ownership — only drove you higher.

You were right there — so close it hurt — but Minghao still wouldn’t let you go.

“Not yet,” he hissed, snapping his hips up again, making your entire body jolt. “You’re gonna cum when I say. Only when I say.”

You nodded frantically, tears dripping down your chin, throat raw from sobbing.

Minghao groaned low in his chest, dragging your hips down harder onto him, grinding deep inside you.

And the boys — his brothers, his closest friends — watched.

Stroked.

Moaned.

Fucked their fists to the sight of you being destroyed.

And Minghao?

Minghao looked like a god, wrecking you with nothing but his hands and his cock and his fucking pride.

“Good girl,” he growled, watching your face break apart. “My perfect, ruined little toy.”

And finally — finally — he whispered:

“Now. Cum for me.”

And you shattered.

The second Minghao’s rough, possessive voice gave you permission, your body gave out — your back arched violently, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm ripped through you.

Every muscle locked, every nerve sparking white-hot.

You were sobbing — full-body sobs, messy and broken — shaking violently on Minghao’s cock as you clenched down around him, milking him shamelessly.

Minghao groaned — a dark, beautiful sound — grabbing your hips harder, bruising you, rutting up into your spasming cunt with desperate, brutal thrusts.

“That’s it, baby,” he snarled. “Fuck, look at you — look at my perfect fucking mess.”

And you couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop the tremors rolling through you, couldn’t stop the tears, couldn’t stop the filthy noises pouring from your throat as he fucked you through it, forcing you to ride it out completely ruined on top of him.

But it wasn’t just you anymore.

Across the room, the band broke.

Hard.

All at once.

Jeonghan cursed low under his breath, spilling across his hand, hips jerking helplessly.

Seungcheol grunted, pumping fast and messy, thick ropes of cum striping across his stomach.

Joshua gasped out something that sounded like a prayer and came hard, his hand moving faster, chasing the high like he was drowning.

Mingyu whined — a desperate, wrecked noise — and came so much it dripped between his fingers, his entire body trembling.

Wonwoo groaned, low and dangerous, head tipping back as he pumped himself through it, cum spilling thick and slow.

DK sobbed out a sharp, broken sound as he came too fast, streaking his own shirt with messy, frantic strokes.

Woozi bit down on his own knuckles, muffling a moan as he came hard, shaking with the force of it.

Vernon cursed sharply under his breath, hips jerking as he spilled over his hand.

Jun laughed — low and wicked — even as he came, lazy and mean, cum dripping down his wrist.

Dino whimpered, whined, begged under his breath as he jerked himself desperately to completion, spilling with a messy, uncontrolled cry.

Seungkwan sobbed out a soft, desperate “fuck” and came hard, gasping for air.

All around you — heat, breath, broken gasps and filthy, desperate sounds.

All of them — wrecked by you.

You felt the weight of it — felt the raw, primal beauty of being the center of their ruin.

Minghao held you through it, never stopping — still thrusting deep, grinding up into your clenching, dripping cunt.

He wanted more.

He wasn’t satisfied yet.

And then — with a low, vicious snarl — he snapped.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you slightly, and thrust up hard — once, twice, three times — before burying himself as deep as he could go, hips locked tight to yours.

You felt it — the second he came — felt the hot rush of it flooding inside you, filling you up.

He groaned, deep and beautiful and wrecked, clutching you close as he emptied himself into you, marking you from the inside out.

You both trembled together — filthy and broken and perfect.

You collapsed against his chest, boneless, panting, tears still streaking your face.

And slowly — so slowly — Minghao lifted his head.

Looked at the room.

At his friends.

At the wreckage.

And smiled.

That slow, sharp, devastating smirk.

“You see that?” he said, voice hoarse and mean. “That’s mine.”

He rocked his hips lazily, grinding his spent cock deep inside you, making you whimper helplessly.

“All of you can watch,” he said. “All of you can dream.”

He kissed the top of your head — almost sweetly — before snarling:

“But none of you will ever fucking have her.”

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emoisthenewemu · 3 months ago

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YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: You think you are about to catch your stalker red-handed. Things don't exactly go as planned.

TEXT IN THE MIDDLE AND MORE PICS AT BOTTOM!

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt6

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh no.

Yuta's heart is pounding out of his chest, he didn't even get to see your last message before he threw the phone out the window. He really hopes the device is not broken but then again maybe that would be for the best. Maybe he should just be brave and tell you the truth-you deserve it. You really do. He's never flirted with anyone a day in his life. Perhaps now would be the time to start.

That sentiment is thrown completely out the window (probably landing next to the phone) when he hears you knock on his door. He basically gasps for air, hunching over as he stares down at his feet. Ew, he needs to cover those up before you see them. He gets so caught up in his head, so insecure that he worries about every minute detail he has to offer. He attempts to fix the unruly mop above his head, throws on a muscle tank that he hopes you'll like. Maybe his arms will distract you from the mess that is his room. Shit, he should've cleaned instead of worrying so much about how he looks right now.

However, he does not need to remind himself about how sweet you are. You would never embarrass him, not purposefully. And you definitely wouldn't point out the fact that it looks like he's been rotting in here for days. It's quite the opposite actually, he's been so busy that cleaning up was the last of his worries. He lights a candle and hopes for the best.

You're in a cute oversized tee and shorts, you look comfy. Pink fuzzy socks peeking out of your slides that make him smile. You're so cute.

"Hi" He clears his throat. "W-what're you doing here?"

Your eyes widen and you chuckle. Oh yeah, what the hell are you doing here?

"Ohhhh uh you know...I was just...walking around. Thought I'd stop by and pay you a visit. Is that okay?"

"Y-yeah! Ts' totally okay"

Why on Earth did you have to fall for such a dork that stumbles over his every sentence?

Right, because you're one too.

"Sooo" You look around the hall, rocking back and forth on your feet. He seems to be surprised by your visit, maybe because you caught him red handed? You hope so at least and before you can even ask, he offers.

"Wanna come in for a bit?" He opens the door up a little wider and you accept. Your eyes begin to scan every single surface area of his room, narrowing as you try to find sight of a phone. A phone that does not have a matching charm with yours. You think you spot something on his nightstand but upon closer inspection you realize it's just a book.

Okkotsu is too busy grabbing random articles of clothing behind your back and shoving them into the closet to notice the fact that you are eyeing every square inch of the room.

You look down at your phone, the stalker has yet to text back. You look up at Yuta, whose back is resting against his closet door as he breathes heavily.

For the first time since you began whatever the hell this is between the two of you-you decide to be bold. "Yuta? I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me"

"Of course" He nods his head, moving a few steps closer, he takes another one back as he realizes he may be a bit too close.

You sigh, resting your weight against the side of his bed. "Is it you texting me?"

His heart has fallen to his stomach. "What do you mean?"

"You knoww....the stalker! Is it you?"

Okkotsu lets out a breathless laugh, practically sweating bullets by this point. He knows he is not convincing at all. At this point he needs to just hope for a miracle. "M'sorry yn" He trails off, body tensing up as in his mind you are already storming out of the room because he is such a creep. You're going to hate him after this.

And out of nothing but pure divine intervention your phone dings, a text message, from your stalker. You look down, then back up at him. It feels like your breath has caught in your throat. You almost look disappointed.

"It's not me" He lies right through his teeth. "Did you...want it to be me?" He cannot help but ask due to the defeated look on your face.

"I have no idea" You mutter, lips folded into a thin line as you cross your arms. How convenient, the timing of it all. The stalker doesn't text you back the whole entire time you're talking to Okkotsu but the second things start getting serious off goes your phone. It's definitely weird, yet you have no proof which would say it is him because here he stands right before you as another text rolls in.

Shit. Mission failed. Abort.

You're thinking up an excuse to leave when he steps even closer than before, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well I said I'd help you, right? We can get back to looking if you want"

You shrug. "I dunno if it's even worth it. Maybe I should stop entertaining it"

You look sad, it makes him sad too. He feels like an asshole for lying to you, to your sweet innocent face that can do no wrong. Yet, this may be an opportunity for him to get what he wants. "Hey, don't worry about it yn. Probably someone who thinks they're just being nice" His hand has not left your shoulder, instead it brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. He's always wanted to do that. "If they don't end up coming around, it's their loss"

You nod again, eyes glued to the floor. You're really just trying not to stare at his arms, you wonder when he built so much muscle. "Yeah....probably just some weirdo"

"I still have to beat them up for you, right?" He attempts to lighten up the mood.

It works because you giggle, looking up at him with a smile. "Yeah and this guy's starting to piss me off so you better not go easy on him!" You look around a bit, feeling Rika's presence. "You too Rika! Let me teach you a little something about being a man-hater! You'll love it!"

"Promise I won't" He laughs, he likes it when you talk to Rika. Even if they are mostly just offhand comments he appreciates it. So does she, not that he would really ever know. "We both do"

"Good" You huff, just about ready to accept the L and move on.

"You wanna stick around and watch a movie?"

You raise an eyebrow, a bit too excited by the offer. You can't help but tease him. "Yeah! You gonna cuddle up with me or what?" You're only half joking.

He chokes on his spit, doubling over and coughing loudly. You laugh, it is a symphony to his ears. Sweet giggles rattle around in his head as he wonders how he ever got to be this pathetic. You play him like a fiddle. You may be a nervous wreck most of the time but you are thankful that he is far worse. It's almost too easy to get a rise out of him.

So the two of you get your snacks ready, you hop up in his bed maintaining a sizable distance between your bodies. Okkotsu notices instantly, the way you are seemingly avoiding any physical contact at all. Smushed up all the way against the wall of his dorm, legs criss crossed almost like you are afraid to get a little too comfy. He imagines himself saying it about twenty times before he actually speaks, plays out just about every possible interaction in his head, how he would play it off should you say no. As if you would ever say no to him.

"Thought you said you wanted to cuddle?" He teases, patting the bed beside him.

Your cheeks and ears begin to burn. You look away, it's your turn to become a flustered mess. "Ohh I was just being silly"

He sighs exaggeratedly, disappointedly. "Alrightt well I guess I'll just sit here by myself"

You playfully slap his shoulder, putting an end to his facade. The solemn look is swapped for a sly smile. "Not by yourself...I'm right here"

"Yeah well I forgot" He teases and you find yourself scooting a bit closer. You're still not close enough to touch him though and that's not close enough for Yuta. "Just...come here please"

He extends an arm out towards you, offering himself as a pillow. Your stomach feels funny, just don't throw up on him-you repeat to yourself. That would not be cute at all. You take him up on the offer, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him. You've never cuddled with a guy before, it feels nice. You did not think it would be so comfortable. You are silent for a while, both too afraid to speak.

Okkotstu feels like he has died and gone to heaven. He wishes that you never have to leave, that you could just stay in his arms like this for as long as he needs you. One of his hands runs up and down your arm, tracing every bit of skin that is available to him.

When his fingers find their way into your hair you knew you were done for, eyes fluttering shut at the soft affection. You sigh deeply, one that lets go of all of your worries. Sorcery, school, family, none of it really matters in this moment. Your mind is at rest for the first time it what must be months.

"Your heart is beating fast" You mumble sleepily, a last ditch attempt to play it cool. To joke around because this is all just so chill and normal and you'd hate for him to know how much you are actually enjoying this. For reasons unknown, you need to just keep your cool.

"So is yours" Is all you can remember hearing before drifting off into sleep.

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aemondapologistfrfr · 11 months ago

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His Princess - pt2

Pt 2 of His Princess

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

Summary: Rhaenyra asks y/n to take her host to Harrenhal to speak to Daemon. Y/n rises to the challenge of Daemon and the River Lords watch on in shock and silence.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, political plotting, prob wine somewhere in a cup, bathing, thigh riding, face riding, p in v

Authors Note: soft moments w silverwing and ben, i believe this man would beg you teach him some high valyrian just so he could talk to silverwing and write it down and keep it in his pocket, idc if it’s unrealistic to pet a dragons belly it’s real to me!!, daemon needs to LEAVE harrenhal and step tf up like enough already

Word Count: 4.7k

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Over the past week I’ve been in contact with Jace about the status of our growing host in the Riverlands. Rhaenyra has finally returned home and expresses her gratitude for the swords that I’ve raised for her. She takes over the correspondence from Jace as we begin to discuss who is on our side and best ways to bring the other Lords to our cause.

She confides to me concerning her worry about Daemon. She has asked that I meet Ser Alfred Broome in Harrenhal and see if Daemon can be brought to reason. She hopes that he will start to relax and hopefully return to Dragonstone upon seeing their host. We have been on the move ever since her request while slowly adding swords along the way.

“We should reach Harrenhal on the morrow.” Ben ducks into the tent as I lounge on the makeshift bed.

“Thank the Gods. I need a fucking bath.” I slide over so he can join me.

“You still look absolutely divine to me.” as he pulls me into him.

“Oh I’m sure,” I roll my eyes. “The dirt and grime are very comely.” I sigh looking at my nails.

“At Harrenhal I’ll make sure you get the largest and hottest bath available. Even if it means displacing its current Lord.” he promises.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I hum. “I have no idea what state Daemon is in.” I sigh, wiping my face.

“He should be happy you’ve raised a host.” Ben murmurs as he finger brushes through my hair.

“We can only hope.” I moan as his fingers scratch along my scalp as I turn so he can continue his movements.

“Let’s hope they have feed to spare for Silverwing. She’s been eyeing our host for some time now.” he chuckles as he begins to loosely braid my hair.

“Mm, speaking of, I should take her out to hunt.” I sigh stretching out as he completes the plait.

“Will you let me come with you this time?” his eyes light up as he pleads.

“You’ll have to ask her yourself.” I chuckle as I begin to rise and stretch out.

I slowly put my riding armor back on as Ben quickly pulls his own armor on stumbling after me out of the tent. The host around us is now up to 5,000 swords and it’s easy to get lost in the chaos that surrounds us daily. We see the outline of Silverwing in the trees as we approach.

“Wait,” Ben pulls me to a stop. “It’s Hello my beast Silverwing?” a laugh bubbles out of my mouth as his face turns red.

“Y/n, my Princess, please.” he begs trying to hide his embarrassment.

“If you say that she will never allow you to ride with me.” I try to settle my giggles. “Hello, my beautiful Silverwing.” I look to him and nod for him to repeat.

“Hello, my beautiful Silverwing?” his Riverland accent makes the sentence sound funny but he’s got the words down at least.

“Well let’s go see if I get to keep enjoying you or if her meal has delivered itself to her.” I pull him by his arm with a smile on my face. I nod at him to go greet my sleeping dragon as I stand nearby.

“Hello,” his voice slightly stumbles as she begins to stir. “Hello, my beautiful Silverwing.” I hear the confidence in his voice as Silverwing begins to rise.

She looks over to me and then looks down at Ben and huffs. His hair is blown askew by her deep breath as she lowers her head to his height. He puts his hands up as I continue to give her a stern look. She gives a soft chirp before she pushes him with her snout.

“I didn’t learn any other words. Y/n says my accent is funny.” he speaks softly to Silverwing as he settles his hands on the side of her jaw.

She softly blinks at him and then looks to me as if I was so mean for stating the obvious to him. Ben slowly relaxes as he continues to offer her pats. She watches him intently as he begins to walk the length of her. She thuds back to the ground and rolls onto her side for him to pat her belly.

“Oh you big baby.” I chuckle lovingly as I approach them both. We continue to offer her pats and words of adoration until she grumbles and begins to turn back over. “He wants to come with us to hunt.” her eyes lock with mine and narrow. She closes her eyes and dips her wing down for us to climb up.

“Let’s see how this goes.” I breathe out as I gesture for him to start climbing.

“What do I grab on to?” he turns to me suddenly nervous.

“Whatever you can. I’ll be right behind you.” I nod reassuringly as he grabs on to her leg. Silverwing chuffs as we slowly climb on and settle into the saddle. I clip us in and his arms wrap around my waist tightly.

“It’s not too late to get down.” I turn my head and offer to him softly.

“No, it’ll be fun.” he nods as he tries to strengthen his resolve but his words come out a little breathy.

“Fly, Silverwing.” she rises to her full height and I feel Ben’s hands lock tightly together around me.

She launches us into the sky and I feel Ben press his head into my back. I chuckle wildly as she circles our host and gives them an eerie song. We coast along the breeze until we reach the river and she slowly begins to dip down. Ben slowly releases his hands and begins to look down at the land below us.

“What a fucking rush.” he chuckles with me as Silverwing dips into the river to collect fish.

She continues to collect more fish and spits them out on the nearby shore. Once she has a large pile she lands and scorches the fish in a burning pyre. She quickly chomps down on her meal as we stay firmly seated basking in her power.

“Should we get-“

Silverwing shoots us back into the clouds as Ben gasps, handing flying around my waist once more. I raise my hands from the reins and allow my fingertips to caress the clouds as we fly back to camp. With enough encouragement, Ben releases his hands from my waist and allows his fingers to dance in the clouds with us.

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We begin marching out just before dawn. The men grumble but are looking forward to making it to Harrenhal finally. Silverwing is becoming restless the closer we get to the Crownlands as she can feel the tension pulsing through us.

We mainly ride the breeze only going in front of the host when we’re about an hour out from the castle. As I approach, Caraxes high pitched song pierces my ears. Silverwing gives out a greeting as we circle back to our host. Caraxes seems to have stayed at the castle much to my relief that Daemon isn’t feeling particularly reckless today.

I land outside the gates and await the host to break through the trees. Once Ben is at my side we begin to approach the gates as they grind open. Daemon swaggers out and looks to me with his hand on his sword pommel.

“Y/n.” he looks at me and the men behind me as if he’s unimpressed.

“Daemon.” I sigh and roll my eyes.

“I’ve claimed Harrenhal.” I squint my eyes at his words.

“And I’ve raised a host.” I shake my head at him confused.

“For who?” he tilts his head to me.

“What is wrong with you? What do you mean? For Rhaenyra.” I approach him studying him.

“It seems as if his knees are bent to you the way he hovers behind you.” he raises his chin to Ben who has indeed followed close behind me on approach.

“Get over yourself. Are we welcome or no. You wanted an army and I’ve brought you one.” my voice starts to rise as I tire of his antics and want the bath I was promised.

“Did she send you?” Daemons eyes squint.

“You’re going fucking mad, Daemon. We are staying. I’m taking the largest bathtub.” I roll my eyes, shaking my head with a chuckle. “His knees are bent to me and he’s mine. He’s not to be touched by anyone.” Daemon smirks at my words as he gestures with his arm for us to enter.

“Welcome,” Lord Simon says as the gates groan the rest of the way open. “Welcome to Harrenhal.

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I almost sob looking at the massive bath made before me. I make quick work of my clothes and armor as servants whisk them away to clean them before leaving me alone. The second the seaming water engulfs me all of my muscles sigh in relief. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and I groan.

“What?” I grit out through my teeth.

“It’s me.” Ben peeks his head around the door.

“Then get in here and shut the door. I’m in the fucking bath, Ben.” I hiss at him and feel instantly bad as I know I shouldn’t take my frustrations out on him. “I’m sorry,” I sigh out. “What’s wrong?” I sink lower into the pool.

“You didn’t invite me and I felt left out.” his voice teasing. I grab his hand and begin to pull him in with me. He bats my hand away chucking as he takes his clothes off before slipping in the water next to me.

“Better?” I ask resting my head on his shoulder.

“Much.” he hums content. “What happened with Daemon earlier?” he asks softly before grabbing the soap next to us so we can begin our deep clean.

“He’s going insane. I have no idea what’s wrong with him.” I shake my head not knowing how I’m supposed to deal with this. Hopefully Ser Alfred will arrive soon and offer his support.

“What did he say?” he asks as helps me wash my hair once he’s finished his.

“He knows you’re loyal to me. I don’t think he trusts Rhaenyra. His words seemed off and paranoid. I’ll send a raven to Rhaenyra in the morning.” I know my tone is slightly clipped, I’m just done discussing pressing matters. I want to enjoy my bath while a handsome man dotes on me.

“Maybe it’s this old, haunted castle. They say it’ll turn the most sane man mad.” Ben thinks to himself as he rinses out my hair. I’m thankful we’re finally clean but I can’t handle this conversation any longer.

“Ben, I need you to be quiet and make me feel good or leave. I do not wish to discuss strategy or ghosts.” he chuckles as I turn and he takes in my scrunched brow.

“I’m sorry, my Princess. Is the war boring you?” he chuckles pulling me to straddle his thigh.

I sigh as he pulls me forward causing the most delicious friction. He continues sliding me across his thigh and my eyes shut. My hips begin to move on their own accord seeking the pleasure I’ve been needing all week. Whimpers fall from my mouth as Ben looks at me with a smirk.

“So you don’t want to discuss-“

“I will cut your fucking tongue out.” I reply breathlessly as his hands grind me down on to his thigh roughly.

“Then how will I be able to lick your-“

I crash my lips to his in hopes he’ll remain silent. He chuckles against my lips as his fingers dig into my sides. He begins to move my hips quicker as the water begins to splash around us. I begin to moan into his mouth as pleasure begins to explode through my body. His lips capture mine once more as he slowly continues to grind me against him to prolong my pleasure.

“Beautiful,” Ben whispers and my eyes snap open. “Fuck, please let me have said it right.” panic laces his words.

“You did,” my lips attach to his as my heart stumbles.

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I sit around the council table with the River Lords who look from me to Daemon. Ser Alfred has arrived this morning and hasn’t been able to form a coherent conversation with Daemon. My eyes stay planted on him as his head lulls as he grips his cup. When his eyes seem to uncloud he stares at Lord Simon’s child, Alys, I’m told.

“Pull yourself together.” I grit out to Daemon who is currently making a fool of himself.

“When did this meeting start?” his words borderline slurred as he looks to Alys who comes to his side.

I shake my head in confusion as she whispers into his ear. I look to Ben to make sure I’m not the only one seeing this and all of the Lords faces mirror mine. They turn me expectantly and I’m at a loss for what to do.

“That’s enough, Alys. Thank you.” I rise out of my chair dismissing her.

“Isn’t it strange we’re almost kin?” she whispers as she brushes past me. I turn quickly but she’s already out of the hall and I take my place again in my seat.

“Are you drunk?” I hiss to Daemon who has an amusing look on his face.

“Welcome River Lords,” Daemon rises, ignoring my question. “I’m thankful you’ve all deigned to join me in Harrenhal. I know how alluring it is to follow a Targaryen Princess.” he looks to me with a smirk.

“While you’ve been doing Gods know what, I’ve been rallying for Rhaenyra. Did she send you here to simply cut wood?” my anger very evident in my voice.

“I’ve secured the largest castle.” he looks down to me.

“Yes, the crumbling, empty castle. What a win Daemon. While you’ve been indulging yourself on wine and bastards we’ve all been doing our part to help Rhaenyra claim the throne.” I shake my head at a loss. I know we shouldn’t be speaking like this in front of the Lords but I can’t help it.

“I will not be belittled by you.” Daemon spits his words at me.

“You’ve done it yourself. Everyone at this table can see you’re going mad.” I look to him as he goes to look out the window.

Ser Alfred looks at me in warning not to push him too far. The other Lords are doing well to hide their terror as I verbally challenge Daemon in this hall. I’m hoping with the right kind of push and verbal berating he will get his head out of his ass and start to fight for Rhaenyra once more.

“Is that true?” he turns to the table of men with narrowed eyes. “Who thinks I’m going mad?” he approaches and leans his hands on the table assessing everyone.

“Go home, Daemon.” I rise from my chair to switch his focus to me and not our Lords. Ben’s hands slip to mine to try and have me sit back down but I can’t stand down from this fight, my mother needs me. “Rhaenyra needs you at her side.” I look to him with pleading eyes.

“Mm, is that what she told you?” he stalks over to me.

“If you bothered to read any of the ravens from either of us, you know it would be true. Must you always be reminded that you are The Daemon Targaryen? The Rogue Prince? You are a force to be reckoned with. Leave this crumbling castle to me and the Lords and return to Dragonstone. Clear your mind. Stand at her side so we may show a united front.” I can see my words process through his mind as he looks at me curiously.

“You want this castle for yourself.” he concludes much to my anger and frustration.

“Leave us.” I turn to the Lords who look at me slack jawed. They begin to shuffle out of the hall as Ben lingers behind. “Ben,” I warn with narrowed eyes.

“You think you can handle my daughter?” Daemon chuckles lowly as he looks to Ben. He hasn’t called me his daughter in years which is how I know something sinister is going on inside these walls. I walk to Ben and push him outside the door before I seal them.

“It’s saved you before.” Ben’s words are hushed as he places the bone knife into my palm. “Please don’t make me regret leaving this hall.” he looks down to me with pleading eyes as I shut the door separating us.

“Sit.” I nod my head to the table and slip the knife into an empty sheath at my thigh before I claim a seat across from him.

“Do you plan to kill me in this hall?” he chuckles as he takes a seat.

“I plan to make you see reason.” I study his movements which seem completely different from how this meeting started.

“Then by all means,” he raises his eyebrows gesturing with his hand for me to continue.

“You and Rhaenyra had a fight so now you sequester yourself into this ruin of a castle? To what end? Tell me your long term goal, Daemon. If I wouldn’t have arrived with a host you would still be splitting wood open, along with that bastard girls legs.” I look to him as he seems to find this amusing.

“To sit atop the Iron Throne. That is my only goal.” he hums.

“To place Rhaenyra on the throne?” I correct.

“She’s welcome to join me.” he nods his head as his thoughts seem to drift.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I don’t know if this was his plan all along or if these halls are truly haunted. We sit in silence and study each other waiting to see who will make the next move. I come up with a plan to get him outside of the castle in hopes he can clear his head and finally see his actions for what they are.

“When was the last time you’ve ridden Caraxes?” I change the subject hoping to bring him back to the present.

“It was only…” he trails off.

“Come, let’s go for ride.” I rise and look to him in question.

Surprisingly he follows me out of the hall. Ben is waiting on the other side of the door and he walks by my side. I instruct him to send a raven to Rhaenyra and say that I’m sending Daemon home and hopefully he should arrive tonight, I will escort him if needed. I also have him tell the servants to pack a small bag for Daemon for his travels home.

“Please return to me.” Ben kisses the side of my head and nods at my instructions.

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After a long flight our two dragons land in the abandoned countryside. I press my luck and dismount and turn to see that Daemon is doing the same. We meet between our two dragons as they sing a bone chilling song.

“I will go home.” he nods to me with a scrunched brow.

“You will?” I raise my eyebrow in surprise.

“Do not let that heinous woman inside your head. Don’t accept her tea.” he shakes his head as a shutter travels through him.

“Understood. Please send me a raven when you get to Dragonstone.” I reply curtly still not caring for him much at the moment.

“You’ve already sent her word of my return?” he asks over his shoulder as he begins to mount Caraxes.

“I have,” I nod my head up to him. “If you cause her trouble, I will come for you and show you why this growing host has bent its knees.” the threat is laced through my voice like a promise.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else, daughter.” he says before him and his blood worm launch into the skies.

I mount Silverwing and sigh in relief that somehow everything worked out. I hug Sliverwings neck and offer her words of love and praise before she brings us up to the clouds.

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Ben rushes to me once I dismount Silverwing and assesses me head to toe. Once he’s satisfied I’m in one piece he turns to Silverwing and walks around her and makes sure she’s taken no damage as well. He offers her soft pats before he returns to me.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers before running back through the gates.

I lay down at Silverwings feet and curl into her. She wraps her head around me protectively as she sprawls on the ground. We hear motion from beyond the gates and we both raise our heads curiously. Ben walks through the gates trailing a couple cattle behind him.

“Thank you for keeping my Princess safe, my beautiful Silverwing.” he hums as he approaches her. I rise and come to his side as she begins to chirp him a song.

He leaves the cattle with her and he guides me back through the gates and into the castle. The Lords look at me expectantly as I call a short meeting in the council chambers. I tell them of Daemons hopeful return to Dragonstone and give Ser Alfred leave to follow after him and return to my mother. The Lords look to me in awe that I was able to rein Daemon in and send him back to Dragonstone. I end the meeting with promises of a more in depth discussion on the morrow.

“Let’s go to bed,” Ben hums softly as he offers me his hand.

We quickly make it back to our chambers and he seals the doors behind us. He cups my face and pulls me into a passionate kiss. He pulls apart resting his forehead on mine as we pant as I look up to him with low lids.

“I’m perfectly fine, you didn’t have to worry so much.” I breathlessly chuckle.

“I was worried for the King Consort, the look in your eyes in the council chamber was downright murderous.” he chuckles lowly before placing a quick kiss on my lips before he starts to remove my armor.

“Good he was being daft. Someone had to stand to him.” I roll my shoulders once he removes the plates there.

“Sometimes you fucking terrify me.” he whispers though his voice is full of devotion as he removes my last pieces.

“Mm, I’m honored.” I hum as I begin to remove my layers of clothing.

“Allow me, my Princess.” he whispers as he lifts my shirt above my head.

He slowly peels the rest of my clothes off. He removes his clothes with haste while pulling me over to the bed. He falls onto his back pulling me with on top of him. He kisses me softly and pulls back with a smirk.

“I think you should sit on my face.” he says lowly.

“What do you mean?” I shake my head chuckling.

“Put this,” his fingers reach down and slide through my wetness. “on my mouth.” his eyes are dark as they look to me.

I shiver as his fingers continue to ghost over my core. He begins to slowly pull me up his body until I finally rise and kneel on the bed to look down at him. He pats the side of my thigh trying to coax me to straddle his face. I let out a shaky breath and kneel above his face and look down at his eyes under me.

“Thank you, my Princess.” he says placing a soft kiss on each of my thighs.

His hands grab my waist and pull me flush against his mouth. His tongue begins to attack my clit and my head falls back. His name falls off my lips as he continues to swirl against my clit. I grind against his face and immediately stop. He grunts at my stillness and begins to move my hips himself as moans seep out of my mouth.

“Ben,” his name is the only thing I’m capable of saying.

This spurs him on and his tongue moves even more ferociously. My hips begin jerking on their own accord and he moans against me. The vibrations send me over the edge as I come against his face as he keeps lapping at me.

“Ben,” I whimper as he still holds me against his face.

His torturous tongue continues to circle my sensitive bud sending shock waves through my body. I’m a babbling mess above him as he starts to grind my hips against him again. A sob tears through me as I come against him once more. He lifts me off and I collapse face down on the bed next to him as he chuckles.

“You did so good for me.” he hums as I feel the bed dip behind me. “Aren’t you thankful you didn’t cut my tongue out.” his hands raise my hips until I’m resting on my knees. I turn my head and scowl at him until he starts swirling his tip around my wetness.

“Ben, please,” I whine breathlessly as he leans back.

“Hm?” his tone taunting. I try to push my hips back to find him once more but his hands on my hips keep me firmly in place.

“If you don’t fuck me surely I can find someone else who-“

He slams into me and a moan tears through me. He sets a brutal pace that has my face sliding against the sheets. All I can do is arch my back more as his hips repeatedly snap into mine. His trusts become slow and deep as his hands fall to the sides of my waist as he hovers above me.

“Who do you think can replace me?” he grunts in my ear while grinding his hips into mine.

“No one,” my words barely coherent as my hips chase the pleasure he’s offering.

“That’s what I thought.” he says arrogantly as he pulls me upright with him.

One of his hands stays at my waist to help steady me as he begins to hammer up into me. The other travels around my front teasing and pinching my nipples until it finds its way to my throat. His long fingers wrap around me while his hand from my waist sneaks down to my sensitive bud.

“I- Ben,” I whine as I come, clenching around him.

“Fuck Princess,” his hips slightly falter but he regains his composure quickly.

He pushes me forward back onto the bed while staying inside of me. His pace is crazed as his fingers dig deeply into my hips. I’m pushing back into him chasing all of the pleasure he wants to give me. My hands are fisted into the sheets while all I can do is whimper and breathe his name.

“One more time for me.” he growls while bringing his torturous hand between my thighs once more.

When his fingers reach my clit I see stars. I feel like pleasure is being torn from me in waves as I bury my head in the pillow. His hips shutter and warmth spreads throughout me before he slowly pulls out. He collapses on the bed next to me as we’re both panting and trying to catch our breath.

“I know I’m safe in Harrenhal because the only thing that could make me go mad is you.” he says breathily smoothing my hair.

“Back to your ghost stories already?” I huff as I turn to him and see him smiling down at me.

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masterlist

ps: i literally will write more of this if ppl want 🫣

Part 3

#benjicot x reader #benjicot blackwood x reader #benji blackwood #benjicot blackwood #benjicot blackwood smut #ben blackwood x reader #fancast bloody ben #bloody ben fluff #bloody ben smut #bloody ben x reader #bloody ben hotd #hotd smut #hotd fic #x reader #x reader smut #reader smut #smut #daemon targeryan

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draculasintern · 12 days ago

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Jayce Headcanons Pt2

My Baby Jayce. I have big plans for you.. New fic Idea. Ik I haven't finished the other one, it's not getting any attention so I might drop it. SO. I was listening to 'Don't Cha' by The Pussycat Dolls while writing his. Sfw and NSFW

Jayce who can't sleep unless you're there. He’ll toss, turn, trying not to text you in the middle of the night to come over. All because he can’t sleep without you. He’ll curl up next to the pillow that still smells like you, whispering words he wanted to say to you before you went home.

Jayce who loves the way you say his name, no matter how many times he’s heard you say his name. He always gives you his full attention.

Jayce who keeps trinkets from when you go on dates. The tickets from the train, the cheap bracelet you guys bought from a little girl from the market that broke the second he tried it on, the photo of the beach dock with you leaning over the edge looking at the sunset.

Jayce who can't handle seeing you in formal wear. Seeing you fix the crease in your clothing, fix your shoe, smooth out your pants/dress. Now he’s just making a fool of himself, staring like an idiot. Just seeing you in something elegant, sharp and clean, has him just a fool for you. Offering his coat even if it's not cold, asking if you’re comfortable, touching you without realizing.

Jayce who panicked the first time you were sick. Jayce, I think has a strong immune system, I mean he’s in a lab all day and Lord knows what he did when he was a teenager. So he’s not used to being sick but when you get sick he panics. Fussing over you, cooking soup, making sure you take medicine, taking your temperature every hour.

Jayce who lives to serve. It's not optional, not a single step. It's his whole purpose. He needs to know you feel good, better than good actually. He’ll make sure to watch your face, listen to your breath hitch even if it's just a small change. Chasing your pleasure like a scientist unraveling divinity. Nothing in his life has ever been as important as the sound of you falling apart under his hands, his mouth, his service.

Jayce who begs with his mouth full. His head buried between your thighs. On his knees, mouth on your skin, trembling. “My Love, please.. Don’t close up yet, M’not done..” Looking up at you, making sure he’s doing exactly what you like.

Jayce who still gets flustered when you undress in front of him. Even after many times of undressing and changing, he still flushes a bit. Trying not to stare too hard but failing. “I swear you’re trying to kill me..” He’ll breathe heavier. “J..Just let me look at you..”

Jayce who gets so so so shy when you make the first move. The second one of your fingers slip into the waistband of his pants, lips on his jaw, he’s already trying to catch his breath. You press him to the wall, counter, bed, any surface he can’t just move away from you and he whines. Because he’s too big, too proud, too soft to admit that you undo him so much. “My love, slow down..W..Wait..”

Jayce who is a panter. He makes noise, yes. Moans like it hurts to feel this good, whines like a dog. But mainly, most importantly in my opinion, this man pants. Pants your name like a prayer. “Gods– You– You’re perfect..haa.., You feel s…so good..”

Jayce who gets jealous. Someone flirted with you? Someone looked at you for too long? Said he’s “So lucky to have them”? Now you’re both back at his, him in your ear, grinding against you from behind. Leaving bite marks, hickeys, anything. “Im..so lucky, yeah? So lucky..”

Jayce who gets overwhelmed when you call him a good boy or sweetheart. Absolutely destroys him, he forgets to form words. Nods dumbly, grinds into your touch like a dog in heat. Begs you to say it again and when you do, he whimpers. Shakes and cums way too fast, thanks you with stars in his eyes. “Again.. Please say it again– I need it, I need it..”

Jayce who loves being teased and falls apart when you deny him. You kiss down his stomach, getting ever so close to where he needs you the most, then stopping. Has him sobbing, sitting up, chasing your touch. But when you give in he’s so loud, it's almost embarrassing.

“What did I do.. Why’d you stop.. Baby, tell me what you want, I’ll fix it.. Ple- Ngh!”

Jayce who always wants to make you feel good first. It’s not a question. He’ll get off on the noises you make, the way your body moves, the way your hands find his hair and pull. He’ll go as many rounds as it takes. He doesn’t care if he’s sore the next day.

So..How we feeling.. Do we like these?

#arcane #i need him #need that #im gonna tweak #jayce talis #jayce x reader #jayce talis smut #jayce league of legends #jayce lol #arcane jayce #jayce headcanons #im so kewl

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wordsmithic · 7 months ago

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Romantic words for your lover

6 Romantic Greek Words for Nature and Affection

Words for the soul and the self

Forms of love (accurate!)

"Beloved"

Mediterranean Language Vibe Check

Charon means "happy" and Acheron is just a loud river

Words for the Mind

To visit (wholesome)

Galaxy

Words with "Book"

Greeting / Be happy!

Expressions with "Time"

Unreasonable Horse

Sin/Missing the mark

Funny Villager/Savage

Cold-blooded

Our "no" means "yes"!

Parthenopipa o.o

Company

A thousand kisses

Getting out of a spell

Club

10 Visceral Greek words

Romantic Greek words (nature and love)

10 + 1 Greek words for the Heavens

Powerful Greek words (pt1)

Powerful Greek words (pt2)

Sweet Daily Life Greek words

10 + 1 Greek words for the Divine

Greek words for Magic – Part 1

Greek words for Magic – Part 2

Greek words for the Spiritual World - part 1

Greek words for the Spiritual World - part 2

Interesting Greek words: (pt1) - (pt2) - (pt3) - (pt4) - (pt5)

11th Century Greek Grammar Lesson Poem

#greek language #languages #history #greece #writing #hellas #greek mythology #linguistics #hellenismos #helpol #greek words #masterpost #books

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k-hotchoisan · 2 years ago

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🌶️spicy boys🌶️

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🌶️ ♡ How to be a heartbreaker ♡ (various x reader)

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Hongjoong

🌶️🩷🌸 first time’s the charm

🌶️🩷 all hands on me

🌶️ wetting your lips - stay perverted series

Seonghwa

🌶️🌸 toothbrush

🌶️🩷 agora hills

🌶️🩷 seonghwa licking chocolate off your tits pt.2

🌶️ Seonghwa’s bite kink

🌶️ heavy and sticky — stay perverted series

🌶️ missing piece — bro x aubs collab

Yunho

🌶️🩷 under the influence

🌶️🩷 Yunho & his hands

🌶️🩷 golden retriever

🌶️ Yuyu’s hands pt2

🌶️ body language - stay perverted series

Yeosang

🌶️ active recovery

🌶️ sticky web

🌶️ vanilla and cream - stay perverted series

🌶️🩷 alrighty aphrodite

San

🌶️ Soaking Wet

🌶️ in my head

🌶️ Divination with the Demon

🌶️ the last of the real ones

🌶️ Seven minutes in heaven, but make it San

🌶️ good girl’s guide to summoning a demon 👻✨FRIDAY 13TH SPECIAL✨👻

🌶️ word vomit about being choked by San

🌶️ what’s so great about hoodie season? (San)

🌶️ “just the tip” (san)

🌶️🩷 when San’s a little too jealous

🌶️🩷 snap

🌶️🩷 angelholic

🌶️🩷 San choking you while he fucks you

🌶️🩷 san overstimulating you

🌶️ the scentist - stay perverted series

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🌶️ save a horse, ride a cowboy

🌶️ his favourite (Choi San’s birthday special)

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Mingi

🌶️ seven minutes in heaven

🌶️ when mingi cums on your face

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Wooyoung

🌶️🩷 slow down

🌶️ and you never invited me?

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Jongho

🌶️🌸 almost natural

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Two's a crowd, why not have more?

🌶️🩷 good cop, bad cop (Seonghwa x fem!reader x Yunho)

🌶️🩷 when the gang is banging (OT8)

🌶️🩷 when your daddies come home from work (sanhwa x fem!reader)

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twistedheartsclub · 2 months ago

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Marked for the Hoard Male Dragon Shifter X Female Reader PT2

🖤 Author’s Note Marked for the Hoard is an original dark fantasy romance story featuring obsessive love, ancient magic, and a dragon shifter who has waited centuries for his mate. This is not fanfiction — the world, characters, and lore are entirely original. At the heart of the story is Y/N, a modern girl unknowingly descended from a bloodline once bound to dragons. When she returns to her ancestral homeland, she steps straight into the territory of Vaeroth — a powerful and obsessive dragon shifter who has watched and waited for generations.His name, in the old tongue, means “keeper of ruin” or “the one who waits beneath ash.” He is the last of the great drakes. And he has chosen her as the final piece of his hoard. She was never meant to come here. But now that she has, Vaeroth will never let her leave.

⚠️ Warnings: yandere love interest · kidnapping · obsession · forced proximity · possessiveness · dubcon · marking/bonding · psychological manipulation · monster lover · nonhuman anatomy · breeding kink themes · ritualistic claiming · emotional dependency · primal behavior · isolation · fantasy violence

PART ONE HERE

“Y/N!”

A voice—familiar, broken.

She froze.

Through the trees, Maya appeared, face pale, eyes wide.

Then Jade, crying out her name as they raced toward her.

She collapsed into their arms, shaking.

“Where were you?” Maya whispered. “We’ve been looking for you for two days.”

Y/N opened her mouth.

But all that came were flashbacks—

The heat.

The mark.

The way his body moved over hers like something divine.

She gasped.

And fainted.

Later – The Airbnb

The first thing she saw was the ceiling fan.

Then the soft white towel wrapped around her.

Then her friends—hovering, frantic, voices hushed and panicked.

“She’s burning up—get the water going again—”

“Her legs—look at the marks—Jade, look at her neck.”

“I knew something was wrong, I knew it.”

Y/N blinked, dizzy. “He…”

“Shh,” Jade whispered, holding her face. “You’re safe. But we’re leaving. Now.”

“There’s a flight in an hour,” Maya said, already packing. “We’re not waiting for the boat. I called a pilot. I don’t care if it drains my savings.”

“Local police didn’t even try to look for you,” Jade muttered, angry and shaken. “They knew. They all knew.”

They helped her up. Into the shower. Her legs barely worked.

The water stung. The marks glowed faintly beneath her skin.

Maya cried as she scrubbed dirt from Y/N’s knees.

Jade wrapped her in a blanket like she was glass.

They didn’t ask for details.

They just got her out.

It was nearly dinner hour when they reached the airstrip.

The village streets were empty, just as Maya had hoped—windows shuttered, lanterns dim, fires lit indoors for the evening meal.

Tradition, the locals had called it.

But now? It felt like a trap. A warning.

“Be inside when the fire dies. Stay home. Stay safe.”

Y/N walked between them, wrapped in a long shawl, her face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed straw hat they’d bought that morning—before they knew.

She hadn’t said a word.

Her steps were uneven. Her hands trembled under the fabric.

The charter plane waited on the far edge of the narrow field, propellers spinning, the pilot waving them forward.

“Just keep your head down,” Jade whispered. “Almost there.”

Maya gripped her hand.

Every rustle in the brush made them flinch. Every shadow stretched too long.

But no one stopped them.

No voices called out.

Just the wind.

And the tightness in the air, like the sky itself was holding its breath.

Inside the small plane, the hum of the engine masked the sound of their heartbeat.

The pilot said nothing. Just nodded as they climbed aboard.

Y/N sat between them, silent, covered. The moment her seatbelt clicked into place, her whole body flinched.

Maya reached over and rested a hand on her thigh.

Jade leaned in, whispering low. “That couple we met? They said the locals still believe in the old ways. That every few decades a girl goes missing. Chosen.”

“Offered,” Maya corrected softly.

Jade swallowed. “They said he never lets them go.”

A gust of wind shook the wings.

The pilot rolled the throttle.

The plane surged forward.

Faster. Louder.

The island shrank behind them.

And just as the wheels left the ground—

A roar.

Not from the engine.

Not from the wind.

A roar that split the clouds.

Deep. Bone-shaking. Inhuman.

The pilot stiffened.

Y/N’s head snapped toward the window.

But all she saw was sky.

Burning gold.

The plane climbed hard into the clouds.

Inside, the hum of the engines buzzed like tension beneath the skin. The cabin shook lightly with turbulence as the island grew smaller beneath them—its cliffs fading into shadow, the shoreline swallowed by sea.

The pilot glanced back, his voice clipped, tight. “Three hours. If the winds hold, we’ll hit the coast just before sunrise.”

He didn’t say what coast.

He didn’t ask questions.

But his knuckles were white on the throttle.

“They’re not following us, right?” Maya asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

Because they’d all heard the roar.

And Y/N, swaddled in silence, still hadn’t spoken.

She stared out the window, unmoving.

Not crying.

Not blinking.

Just listening.

Far Below – The Cliffs of Vaeroth’s Domain

The chamber was cold.

The silks scattered. The furs left tangled and empty. The scent of fire and sweat still lingered—but it was already fading.

Vaeroth stood at the mouth of the lair, hands clenched at his sides, his human form trembling with restraint.

Behind him, the Elder Woman spoke quietly.

“She was not meant to wake yet. The elixirs should have held her another day.”

Vaeroth didn’t turn.

“I left for a few hours. To bring her food. To gather the oils for the next bond rite.”

“She was not supposed to leave the mountain.”

“She was mine.”

The ground beneath his feet blackened.

Rocks cracked.

Smoke curled from his fingertips.

“She is not far,” the Elder said. “Her scent lingers. Her blood sings still.”

“She ran,” he growled. “And she was taken. While I was gone.”

His voice wasn’t loud—but it scraped like broken stone.

“She did not leave willingly,” the Elder offered gently.

But it didn’t matter.

Because to Vaeroth, it was theft.

And when something is stolen from a dragon—

The world burns until it’s returned.

He stepped to the cliff’s edge.

The clouds churned above.

And his wings—massive, black, gold-veined and terrible—unfurled with a snap that split the air.

“Find her,” he said.

“Before the stars forget my mercy.”

The wheels hit the ground with a jolt.

Y/N flinched so hard she bit her tongue.

The pilot guided the plane along a small coastal runway tucked between palm trees and cliffs. It wasn’t home. Not yet. But it was the mainland—a bustling little harbor town on the southern edge of Greece.

Three hours from the island.

Ten hours from home, with layovers and customs and no sleep.

But it was far enough to breathe.

“We’re safe,” Maya whispered, gripping Y/N’s hand as they stepped onto the tarmac.

Jade pulled her hood higher, adjusting the shawl again to hide her face. “We’ll book a flight from Athens. Get a hotel. Rest. Then disappear.”

Y/N didn’t answer.

Her hands shook.

Her skin burned.

And somewhere inside her chest, something shuddered violently—like a scream with no voice.

He knows.

The girls guided her through the airport. Customs. A car to the hotel. She didn’t remember most of it.

They got her into the room, turned on the AC, ordered bottled water and soft food.

Jade rubbed her back. Maya brushed her hair.

Still, Y/N said nothing.

But she felt something.

Like a thread being pulled tight.

A string snapping.

Like someone out there had just—

Roared.

Back on the Island

The Airbnb was empty.

No luggage. No scent of soap. No unwashed clothes or cell chargers.

Gone.

Every trace of her.

The village authorities offered only shrugs. The locals stared at the ground.

Vaeroth stood in the threshold, hands at his sides.

Andre—his second—shifted nervously beside him. “They must’ve taken her by private plane. It was too fast for the ferries.”

“Did anyone see which way?”

“No one’s talking.”

Vaeroth stepped forward once.

And the walls shattered.

The front of the Airbnb exploded outward in a burst of flame and force, sending debris across the grass. The floor cracked beneath him. Fire licked the stone.

“Find. Her.”

His voice was quiet.

Too quiet.

And the sky began to darken.

The hotel room was dim and still.

Soft linens. Heavy curtains. The hum of the air conditioner.

Jade and Maya had stepped out for food, leaving Y/N tucked into the bed. They’d drawn the blinds. Turned off the TV. Given her a melatonin and whispered promises.

“Sleep. You’re safe now. Just rest.”

But safety was a lie.

She dreamed of him again.

Not a memory—a sensation.

Of his hands holding her open.

Of his mouth on her throat, his teeth sinking in with claiming heat.

Of the way her legs had wrapped around him like instinct.

“You’re mine, little flame. Even now, I burn inside you.”

She felt him—again—between her thighs. Felt him marking her, like his body had carved itself into her soul.

And when he thrust into her, in the dream—

She screamed.

Y/N shot upright in the bed, drenched in sweat, screaming, sobbing.

“No, no—stop—*please don’t—*I didn’t mean to—”

The door slammed open.

“Y/N!” Maya dropped the takeout. “What’s happening?!”

Jade was there in seconds, climbing into bed, pulling Y/N into her arms. “It’s okay—you’re okay—it’s not real, you’re with us—”

But Y/N sobbed harder.

Because it was real.

Her body ached like she’d been touched again.

Bitten.

Used.

And worst of all—her stomach twisted with a heat that wasn’t fear.

It was want.

And that terrified her most of all.

Jade gently wiped her face. Maya got her a water bottle with shaking hands.

“You’re almost home, baby,” Jade whispered. “Two more hours. The flight’s soon.”

“Just hold on,” Maya said. “We’re getting you out of this.”

But Y/N’s eyes drifted toward the window.

And she didn’t say it out loud.

He’ll come for me.

Because some part of her wanted him to.

Lightning shimmered behind his wings.

Vaeroth soared through the clouds—all scale and fury, the night sky bending around his massive form. His eyes blazed gold, slashing through the fog and storm, seeking.

“Where are you…” he growled low.

He’d lost her scent three times—once near the harbor, again mid-flight—but it never faded completely. Not with the bond pulsing, bleeding magic through the sky like a flare only he could feel.

She was still his.

Still warm with his fire.

And now—

He saw it.

A glint of silver slicing through the clouds ahead.

A plane.

Civilian.

Slow.

“Found you.”

He pushed harder, the wind shrieking across his wingspan, rain hammering against his scaled shoulders. He had hours before they landed. Maybe less.

But he would not lose her again.

Not now.

Not when she was carrying his mark.

Not when she was possibly—

No. He wouldn’t say it. Not yet.

Inside the Plane

Maya glanced out the window.

Dark sky. Heavy clouds. Distant flashes of lightning.

Something itched beneath her skin.

She leaned slightly, trying to see past the wing.

Nothing.

But the feeling didn’t go away.

The air felt heavier now.

Like something big was flying just beneath the clouds.

She looked to her side.

Y/N lay slumped in her seat, soft breaths coming slow and deep. The sleeping pill had worked. Jade had offered it with water, and Y/N hadn’t even protested.

But now?

Now Maya watched her twitch, her hand fisting the edge of her blanket, her brow furrowing.

Dreaming.

No—fighting.

Maya looked back out the window.

And though she saw nothing—

Something was watching.

She just didn’t know what.

The plane landed just after sunrise.

Bleary-eyed travelers shuffled through customs. No one looked too closely at the three girls—two panicked, one limp between them, her hood up, sunglasses hiding bruises no one wanted to see.

Jade flagged the first uniformed officer she saw.

“We need help,” she said, breathless. “She was taken. We just got back from—”

The officer didn’t hesitate.

Within ten minutes, Y/N was in a room with white walls, glass panels, and a woman in a navy blazer offering her lukewarm water in a paper cup.

Maya and Jade sat nearby, whispering. Nervous.

A nurse arrived. Then a doctor. Then someone from “International Affairs.”

Questions.

So many questions.

“Can you tell us what happened to you?” “Were you alone?” “Do you remember being assaulted?” “Was anyone else there?” “Do you feel safe now?”

Y/N sat in a chair by the window, her arms wrapped around herself, a hospital blanket draped over her shoulders.

She didn’t answer.

Her gaze stayed fixed on the sunlight creeping up the far wall. Pale and cold. Nothing like the heat of the firelight where he’d whispered into her skin.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

No one noticed.

Except Maya.

She squeezed Y/N’s hand.

“It’s over,” she whispered. “You’re home now.”

But Y/N didn’t feel home.

She felt hollow.

And somewhere inside her…

He was still whispering.

Elsewhere – A City of Smoke and Steel

Vaeroth stood atop a rooftop overlooking the glass heart of the city, his human form cloaked in shadow.

He had tracked the scent across the sea.

Through wind and storm and steel towers.

He could taste her in the air. Faint. Distant.

But here.

“She’s close,” he murmured.

His second, cloaked in mortal clothes, nodded from the alley below.

“They took her to a hospital. A clinic for trauma recovery.”

Vaeroth’s jaw clenched.

She had needed recovery.

And he hadn’t been there.

He looked toward the east, toward the sunlight reflecting off cold glass.

“I will find her,” he whispered. “And this time, nothing will take her from me.”

The fluorescent lights above Y/N buzzed faintly as the nurse pressed gauze to her shoulder.

The bite mark—his mark—had broken the skin deeper than anyone first noticed.

They’d cleaned it.

Stitched it.

Bandaged it like any other wound.

But no one could dress the hollow ache beneath it.

She didn’t flinch when they touched her.

She didn’t speak when they asked about the bruises on her hips, the fingerprints along her thighs.

Not when they asked about what happened in the woods.

Not when they gently asked if she remembered anything.

She just stared at the clock.

Its ticking felt slower than it should have.

A calm-looking woman in a blazer approached her afterward.

“We’re not going to pressure you, sweetheart,” she said gently, handing her a business card. “When you’re ready, we’ll be here. Trauma doesn’t move on anyone else’s timeline.”

Y/N took the card.

Didn’t look at it.

Didn’t look at her.

They gave her two prescriptions.

Painkillers.

Anti-anxiety medication.

A list of hotlines.

A pamphlet on “Reclaiming Yourself.”

And then they sent her home.

Just like that.

Outside – With Maya and Jade

“This is insane,” Jade hissed, arms crossed. “They’re just letting her leave?”

“She didn’t give them anything,” Maya muttered. “They can’t hold her. No evidence. No name. No charges.”

“She was kidnapped. She came back marked. She has burn scars—”

“I know!” Maya snapped. Her voice cracked. “You think I don’t know?”

They watched through the glass as Y/N shuffled toward them in borrowed clothes, hair down, hood up, eyes blank.

She didn’t even look real anymore.

Jade bit her lip. “Something’s wrong here. I mean, beyond trauma. I feel it.”

“I do too,” Maya whispered.

And above them, in the shifting gray clouds…

Wings passed.

No sound. No shadow.

But Y/N looked up.

Just once.

And the corner of her mouth trembled.

The car ride was quiet.

Y/N sat in the backseat, her head pressed against the window, watching the city blur by.

Maya drove. Jade sat twisted in her seat, glancing back every few seconds, whispering soft reassurances.

Y/N didn’t hear them.

Or maybe she did.

But all her body could register was the distance between her and the sea.

The further they drove, the more wrong her skin felt.

Like she was being pulled inside-out.

When they reached the apartment, she refused to get out.

“No,” she whispered, curling against the door. “I don’t want to go in.”

“Sweetheart, please…” Jade opened her door gently, crouching beside her. “You’re safe now. No one knows where you are.”

“You don’t understand,” Y/N whimpered, eyes wide and full of glassy terror. “He’ll come. He’ll find me.”

Her fingers dug into the seatbelt.

“Y/N…”

“I can’t… I can’t…”

And then she broke.

Collapsed into Jade’s arms, sobbing.

Maya came around the side and helped lift her, carry her in.

They fed her warm broth.

Held her until she stopped shaking.

Brushed her hair. Let her shower.

They dressed her in oversized clothes and tucked her into Jade’s bed, the windows shut tight and curtains drawn.

Jade whispered stories from their college dorm days.

Maya stayed awake, rubbing her back.

Eventually—

Y/N slept.

But something else woke.

Outside, the wind shifted.

The streetlight flickered.

In the shadows between buildings, where no eyes dared linger…

He watched.

Not in dragon form—not yet.

But close.

Too close.

Inside, Y/N stirred in her sleep.

Her fingers twitched.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

She didn’t hear his voice.

But she felt his presence.

Like smoke curling under the door.

Like breath on the back of her neck.

And when she rolled onto her side—

The faintest glint of gold sparked in the corner of the dark room.

Then vanished.

The apartment was quiet.

No music.

No chatter.

Just the faint clink of porcelain and the low hum of the refrigerator.

Y/N stood in the kitchen, sleeves too long, face washed pale. Her eyes were red-rimmed and unfocused as she poured coffee into a chipped mug. No cream. No sugar.

Her hands trembled.

Her hair stuck to her damp forehead.

And between her legs, she still felt warm.

Not pain. Not soreness. Warmth.

Like something had left a part of itself behind.

Her knees were weak.

Her chest hollow.

And she knew—without doubt—what had happened.

He had come.

She didn’t remember how.

She hadn’t screamed.

She hadn’t moved.

But he had been there.

His breath in her hair. His weight on her body. His voice—whispering worship while he claimed her again.

A tear rolled down her cheek and into her coffee.

She didn’t notice.

She didn’t drink.

She just stood there, holding the cup like an anchor in a world that had stopped pretending she was free.

Across the Apartment – Later That Morning

Jade rubbed her eyes and opened the apartment’s security app.

She checked the feed from the door camera—routine, barely awake.

And then froze.

There.

2:47 AM.

The camera had caught a figure.

Tall. Still. Barefoot.

He stood outside their door for seventeen minutes.

Not moving.

Then turned his head—slowly—and looked directly into the lens.

Gold eyes.

No glow from streetlights.

No reflection.

Just two molten, ancient lights staring through the screen.

Jade’s breath caught in her throat.

She grabbed Maya’s phone. “You need to see this.”

Jade stood at the edge of the kitchen, the phone still in her hand.

She couldn’t stop staring at the paused frame—the figure at their door, the impossible gold of his eyes glowing from the shadows.

She knew it was real.

And she knew Y/N knew, too.

But she didn’t want it to be true.

Y/N sat curled on the couch, knees hugged to her chest, coffee growing cold beside her. Her skin still felt hot beneath the oversized hoodie. The heat hadn’t faded.

If anything, it was worse.

Deep. Constant. Low in her belly.

Not arousal—something more primal.

Need.

She hated it.

She hated him.

But her body…

Her body remembered. Her body still wanted.

Maya sat beside her, cautious, quiet. “Y/N… did he come back last night?”

Silence.

Then—

“Yes.”

A whisper.

A breath.

Both girls froze.

Jade crossed the room slowly. “He was here?”

Y/N nodded once.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

“He was… inside me. I didn’t move.”

“Did he hurt you?” Maya asked, her voice breaking.

“No,” Y/N whispered. “That’s the worst part.”

They didn’t speak.

Not at first.

Because what do you say to someone who’s been broken and bound, but not physically harmed? Someone whose soul is screaming while her body still aches for the one who did it?

Jade crouched beside her.

“We’re going to stop him,” she said.

“You can’t.”

“We’ll try.”

Y/N looked down at her hands.

“He’s still inside me. I feel him. I feel… hot. Like I’m still in heat.”

Maya covered her mouth.

Jade reached for her hand. “Then we’ll cool you down. We’ll find help.”

But outside—

The clouds had begun to gather.

Far Away – In the Caverns of Flame

Vaeroth stood beneath the mountain, eyes closed, breath deep.

And he felt her speak.

Not her words.

Just the voice.

The sound of her breath shaping syllables again. The moment her silence broke, the bond tugged.

His heat flared.

She was still in cycle. Still open. Still his.

He opened his eyes.

“No more distance.”

He turned to Andre.

“Prepare the gate.”

“She returns tonight.”

The TV flickered across the dark living room—bright colors, a laugh track, a world that didn’t know her.

Y/N sat on the couch, legs pulled close, the blanket clutched around her. Her head throbbed. Her body still pulsed with that low, molten heat. The meds weren’t working.

Maya and Jade had just stepped out. Just for a moment. The corner store two blocks down. Snacks, water, a chance to breathe.

“We’ll lock the door behind us,” Jade had promised. “We’ll be back before the credits roll.”

But the door clicked open anyway.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

The blanket slid from her shoulders.

He stood in the entryway like a shadow taking form.

Vaeroth.

Human-shaped. Ageless. Eyes like gold flame. His long hair fell loose over his shoulders, soaked with rain. He wore black from neck to boots.

But it wasn’t the clothes.

It was the presence.

He filled the room without moving.

She stood slowly, shaking. “How—how did you—”

“You left me,” he said quietly.

“You ran.”

There was no growl. No roar. Just heat simmering behind each word.

She stepped back. “Please—”

“I was gentle with you. I gave you silk. Fire. I whispered to you like you were divine.”

“I didn’t ask for any of it!”

His eyes darkened.

“But you took it.”

He moved faster than she could track—suddenly in front of her, gripping her wrist.

“I gave you my mark,” he snarled. “I bled for you. And you let them hide you from me like I was a curse.”

She yanked her arm. “You are.”

And that was it.

The moment snapped.

His hand struck her across the cheek—fast, sharp, ringing.

She gasped, stumbling, one hand flying to her face.

Silence.

Breathless.

Y/N’s eyes welled, a sob caught in her throat as she held her stinging skin.

And then—

She looked at him.

Wide, broken, burning eyes.

And Vaeroth’s chest hitched.

The fire behind his fury faltered.

He stepped back, stunned by her gaze.

“I didn’t want to—”

She flinched again.

He reached for her—

And stopped.

“Y/N,” Vaeroth said softly, voice cracking.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She backed away, still clutching her cheek. “You already did.”

He stepped forward, hands twitching at his sides, torn between restraint and the storm in his chest. His face was twisted with something unreadable—half remorse, half rage.

“You don’t understand,” he said. “I need you. You were made for me.”

She shook her head, tears spilling now. “No. No, I wasn’t. You took everything—I didn’t ask for any of it—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “You felt it. You still do.”

He reached for her.

She twisted away.

“Don’t touch me!”

But he did.

His hand seized her wrist, pulling her into his chest. His mouth found hers, crushing. Too hard. Too rough. His other hand cupped her jaw, holding her there as she squirmed, her fists pushing at his chest, her whimpers muffled by his kiss.

“Stop!” she sobbed, finally breaking away.

He panted, staring at her, his eyes wild.

Then she shoved him—hard.

He stumbled.

She turned to run.

But her ankle caught on the edge of the rug—her body tumbled, hitting the floor hard.

Before she could crawl away, his hands were on her again—gripping her hips, lifting her like a doll, her kicks useless against his strength.

“Let me go—let me GO!”

“I’m taking you home.”

He dragged her toward the window—then changed course, toward the fire escape.

“The roof,” he muttered to himself. “I just need the sky. Just need to shift—”

She screamed.

Fought.

But he was no longer hearing her.

His breath came fast. His muscles trembled.

The veins beneath his skin glowed faintly gold.

He wasn’t human anymore.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “And I’m done asking.”

The wind howled across the rooftop.

Rain had started to fall—cold and sudden, slicing through the sky like the edge of a blade.

Y/N kicked and thrashed in Vaeroth’s arms, her voice hoarse from screaming. He held her like she was nothing—like she weighed less than the storm around them.

“Let me go!” she cried, tears hot on her cheeks. “Please, don’t do this!”

He was shaking—not from effort, but from the transformation trying to burst through his skin.

His eyes were gold.

His fingertips were clawed.

His voice wasn’t fully human anymore.

“I warned you,” he said. “I begged. I kissed you like you were sacred. You spat on it.”

“You HURT me!”

He didn’t flinch. He just looked down at her, his face twisted with rage and something more tragic—like he couldn’t understand why she didn’t see it.

Why she couldn’t just accept it.

Behind them—

“Y/N!”

A voice.

Jade.

Then Maya.

They burst onto the rooftop, soaked from the rain, eyes wide as they saw her—held in arms that shimmered with dragonhide, gold glowing faintly beneath skin.

“Let her go!” Maya screamed, running forward.

Vaeroth turned, his voice deep as thunder. “She’s mine.”

Jade reached for her—but he was already moving.

Wings unfurled from his back, massive, leathery, trailing gold light at the edges. The wind from them sent both girls tumbling back.

Y/N reached for them.

“Help me—please!”

Maya screamed her name.

Jade lunged.

But it was too late.

With a sound like the sky splitting, Vaeroth lifted into the air, Y/N pinned to his chest, her scream tearing through the wind—

“HELP MEEEE—”

And then they were gone.