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themotherofhorses · 2 years

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you can pretend it's not meant to be (but you can't stay away from me)

summary: to you, he is fictional. but to him, you are everything and more. he can't live without you. and, really, there is no use in trying to run away, he'll always find you.

pairing: (somewhat) dark!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

warnings: explicit language. noncon to dubcon. abduction. massive obsessive tendencies on aemond's part. breeding kink. slight spitting kink. pregnancy.

note: hey this is me practicing writing smut because ive never ever done it before and i don't know jackshit like wtf is a dick hahaha im dreading posting this hahahasendhelpplshaha

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How did you end up here?

That was all you could ask yourself, over and over again.

It had only been hours ago, maybe, that you were sitting at home, rewatching the first season of House of the Dragon for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Perhaps you dozed off on the couch too, but that was it. You have heard of shifting techniques before- ways to visit your favorite fictional worlds- but you never sought to try them out yourself.

College left you too busy with assignments and textbook readings, as well as the constant and unwavering pressure to maintain both your scholarships and high GPA.

Ever the dutiful and driven daughter, hungry for academic validation and success.

Oh, fuck, your scholarships!

Your GPA!

All those assignments and discussions and exams!

And what about your family? Your mother and father? And your best friend?

Aemond Targaryen seems not to understand your words, and why you tell, beg, and plead for him to let you go. “Please, I need to go home,” you cry loudly, while yanking at the thick knots that bound you to his bedframe, “please! My family, my friends. They will be worrying when they don’t hear from me, and all my hard work and accomplishments, it will be for nothing! Please, I beg you, let me go home.”

But he just chuckles and kisses your forehead and says, “Oh, my sweet girl, I’m your family now. Or what is of it.” His lips feel so soft and wonderful, and how desperately you wish to enjoy the feeling. But not like this. You cannot think properly nor muster any sort of response, too distracted and stressed and focused on calming your breathing.

“Although,” he then adds with a smirk, “it truly is not considered a family until you have a babe of your own…or two.”

At his words, you tremble and whimper and try your best to break free, though it is all in stupid and foolish vain. There is no going anywhere, the knots are too tight and Aemond can easily overpower you. All you can do is stare up at the man you once considered your favorite character in the series, ever since the eighth episode aired and he stole your heart and soul and burrowed himself deep within your most inner thoughts and fixation.

“Do not worry,” he says, and you can see a twinkle in the violet of his eye. He rests a hand on your collarbone, gently drawing little shapes across the skin. “Good things will come out of this night, my love, I promise you that.”

Look on the bright side, you tell yourself, in some dumb attempt to steel your nerves, better Aemond Targaryen to lose your virginity to.

“You need to be quieter, my darling-” Aemond murmurs close to your ear “-we do not need curious ears listening in, do we?” He has you riding him, both hands clutching your hips as you do your best to bounce on his cock and match his thrusts. You’re sloppy and inexperienced, and a bit confused on what exactly to do, but it is so endearing that his lips curl into a grin.

Oh, you were made for me, he thinks, watching the way your glazed-over eyes try to hold his gaze. He will have you believe that by the end of the night, dawning if necessary.

There is much rush now that he found you, now that he has the chance to claim you.

You still moan, loud and high-pitched, and he slaps a hand flat over your mouth to shut you up. It makes your pretty and teary eyes widen more as you grab at his wrist, holding onto it while he tuts. “I’ll move my hand when you learn to listen to your husband and stay quiet. No one is allowed to hear my wife in her pleasure. No one but I.” At that, you bat your eyelashes at him, breasts heaving as he leans you down, so close your lips nearly touch, and Aemond can feel your heavy pants against his mouth.

“They will take you away from me, and ship you far across the world where I can’t find you,” he hisses, pinching your swollen nipple between his fingers, “I can’t have that. No, no, do you hear me? I will not survive being torn from you.”

The mere thought of losing you, either at the hands of his mother and grandsire or you returning to your homeland, fills him with sheer dread.

He does not know how to tell you that you are the girl of his dreams, everything he has desired and more. He has seen you in his nighttime slumbers and in the gleam of the summer sunlight and up among the black midnight stars.

But the words fall apart on his tongue, and all he can do is lay beneath you and marvel at your beauty: cheekbones and pretty puffy lips and the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows furrow in pure pleasure, and how you look utterly delicious and ruined.

“You were made for me,” he breathes in awe, palming at both your breasts. You have to believe him, this sweet and pretty girl of his, how could you not? The gods above created you for him, he will make you see it. “You are taking me so fucking well,” and Aemond flattens a palm against your belly, where he can feel the slight bulge of his cock. “Look at you, you’re my dream come true.” He thrusts his hips up, fucking into you harder and deeper. It makes you squeal and go cross-eyed.

“Is this too much? I know you can handle it, my darling. My love, my sweet girl,” he purrs.

Aemond swipes at the drool pooling at your lips before stuffing two fingers in. “Fuck,” he whines, breathing hard, slipping his other hand in between your thighs, and with his thumb, rubbing at your clit. Your face twists in a gasp as you tremble, your entire body tightening until you cream over his cock, your loud moan muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“Good girl,” he hums, slowing his thrusts, “Such a good fucking girl. Look at that, did that feel good, my love?” he asks you.

You nod, rocking your hips back and forth. Your thighs shaking and your face scrunching in complete bliss as you start again, taking his cock deep in your stomach with tiny bounces. “Please- please- please-” you babble against his palm. “I-I want- I need-”

“Want what, my sweet girl? Need what, my darling wife?”

You don’t answer, too overtaken by the pleasure. Aemond chuckles and leans upwards, to bury his face between your breasts. You are absolutely stunning, gorgeous, a living goddess; how he went this long without you is baffling. “You wish for my seed. Is that what you want?” he mutters against your nipple, “of course you do, this belly is too empty, isn’t it? My son should be sleeping inside.” His fingers pinch your clit, and you gasp again. “You’ll be the prettiest mother. You were made to carry my children. You were made for me,” and he pulls your face back to his, with a rough grip on your chin.

“Tell me,” he demands through a pant, “tell me how fucking badly you need my seed. Tell me…tell me right now.”

“I- I need it-“ you choke out, but then you shake your head. “No- No I can’t! I- I need to go- go home!”

Aemond laughs, so hard he flings his head back. The sight takes you by surprise before he shoves you off, causing you to land next to him on the bed. You stare up at him, wide eyed and puzzled and swollen and covered in countless bites and bruises. In one swing, he forces your face into the pillow as he mounts you from behind, fucking you hard. His fingers return to your clit, squeezing and tweaking and not caring one bit about your muffled yelps and whines

“You’ll learn, my sweet girl, but perhaps not tonight. I am your home now, do you understand? I’m your family, your husband, and the father to your children.”

He grabs a fistful of damp hair and yanks your face back, never once slowing his thrusts. Your mouth is open with many moans spilling out, eyes clouded with tears, and cheeks flushed. With his lips next to your ear, he whispers, “You are going nowhere.” Then propping himself on one arm, he trails small kisses up your back to your shoulder blade until his mouth slams down on yours in a heavy and wet kiss.

And when he pulls away, his fingertips squeeze your cheeks together as he demands for you to open your mouth. "You are mine," he grunts, "you belong to me," before spitting into it. "Good, now swallow."

And when you do, he smiles.

"There, see?" he coos, leaning to kiss your forehead as he feels you tighten around his cock. He was going to seed you again, deep inside your womb. Come the morning, he knows his son will be in there, and he can hardly wait.

"My wife, my darling girl, the only woman deserving of me and all of me. Only me." He watches you sob at that, pink lips pressing in a tight line as fat tears streak down both cheeks. "Oh, do not worry, my love. You're too lovely to be crying," and he uses his thumb to brush away the tears, "I'm here to give you the life you deserve," he vows, so lovingly, "you will want for nothing."

With a loud huff, you plop yourself on the couch.

The saying “home sweet home” never felt more sincere until now. It took much time and planning and effort and sneaking around on your part, but you managed to find a way to escape from Aemond Targaryen, though not without consequences. Your belly was growing only larger with every new moon, and your babe was starting to shift around more. At most times, you could feel the fluttering sensation across the bottom of your tummy, and every now and then, the tiniest kick.

It was adorable, you admitted, and you tried your best to find enjoyment throughout the pregnancy, sometimes wondering at night about who your child would resemble.

Would their looks favor yours? Or would they favor their father, with his Valyrian features- that iconic silver hair and violet eyes. The latter worried you the most. How could you even begin to explain why your child looked as if they belonged in the Game of Thrones series, specifically in House Targaryen?

Speaking of such, you had not touched House of the Dragon since you arrived back home all those months ago, too unwilling to turn on the tv and see the man whose child you were mysteriously carrying in your womb. It just did not make any sense, it felt more like a weird dream than reality.

But you were dying of boredom. The dragonling (you had taken to nicknaming the baby that, it sounded both cute and appropriate) was stealing away most of your time and energy, and your mother refused to allow you to do anything that could cause harm or add more unnecessary stress.

So you bit your tongue and swallowed down your grumbles and settled comfortably on the couch before opening Fire and Blood.

“Fucking crazy to think that this is a book of your family’s history,” you mumbled to your baby bump, “fictional my ass.”

So you read, to yourself and to your babe. Read about Aegon’s Conquest and the Year of the Three Brides and King Jaehaerys and his Alysanne and their triumphs and tragedies and legacy, and you read until you reached The Dying of the Dragons, the Blacks and the Greens, where you just sighed.

“And when Alicent sent for her second son to fly to Storm’s End, with the purpose of securing Borros Baratheon’s loyalty to Aegon II by winning the hand of one of his daughters, the Four Storms, the truth was finally known. One-eyed Prince Aemond, twenty and one, had taken a wife of his own in secret, a young maiden not of Westeros (according to Mushroom). Yet Prince Aemond lost her a month into their marriage, although by that time he had become so besotted with his bride, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of living without her or taking another woman as his new wife.

With Prince Aemond refusing his mother’s orders, Queen Alicent had little choice but to send her youngest, Prince Daeron, in his place to Storm’s End. And by the seventh month, Prince Daeron wedded Floris Baratheon, and Prince Aemond One-Eye had reunited with his wife, who was heavy with child by the time he found her.”

You suddenly glance up from the book pages, feeling your heart hammering so hard in your chest that it seems at the end of your throat. On the wall, to your right, hung the calendar which you had taken to use as a means of tracking your pregnancy.

In two weeks, you’ll be at your seventh-month mark.

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jinxhallows · 1 year

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kinktober #oo8 | the doctor is in

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows the doctor is in (medical play) || chan x fem!reader summary: you and chan have been together for a while and decide to explore something more outside the box in regards to intimacy. he's always thought your former job as a nurse was fascinating, and the idea of a hot nurse was always a sexy concept to him; but now, its chan's turn to play doctor, and he’s done his research in full, and takes to his role a little too well… warnings: medical play, and all that entails, without revealing too much - including medical instruments, gynecological based scenes, description/plot heavy, I purposefully saved this for the 8th entry because it’s kinky on the border of off putting to some folx, I wanted you to be familiar with how far I push limits in my work by digesting the previous entries first, if you do not like it, skip it, established relationship, 'good girl' and 'good girl' adjacent pet names, non-idol AU

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"Do you remember when we talked about trying out that doctor roleplay?" you inquire, gently setting the cardboard box on the table. The solid thud of its weight makes Chan wince. Leaning across the table, you give him a quick kiss.

As you pull back, Chan opens his eyes and asks, "Yeah? Why do you bring it up now? What's on your mind?"

"I've decided to bring some work home this time."

You begin unpacking the supplies, starting with a box of syringes with securely attached needles. Then, you reveal a pack of sterilized hemostats, along with packs of gauze, bandages, catheters (both IV and urinary), and various other medical instruments. While these items are familiar to you from your former career as a nurse, Chan has never encountered such materials outside of a doctor's office, and some of them are entirely new to him.

But Chan does remember the vivid conversation you had, especially after your last check-up when you excitedly shared your detailed ideas.

It was something he had never heard of at the time—medical play?

"So, basically like...playing doctor?" Chan leaned back in his chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

"Kind of. But this time, I want to make it more immersive, by actually using real supplies," you explain. Your eyes briefly drift to his veiny forearm and back to his eyes, but you're not subtle enough, and he catches your glance, lowering his arms.

"I remember now," he says, his face lighting up with a humorous recollection as he continues, "Back when you first started in the Emergency, you kept saying you wanted to draw my blood, claiming I'd be an easy poke."

You're about to offer a retort, but he stops you with a raised finger, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips as he starts laughing at the thought. After a moment, he takes a breath, turning somewhat serious.

"If we do this, I get to go first."

You're relieved at his enthusiasm. It's certainly an unusual request, but by now, Chan is well-acquainted with your eccentricities.

"What do you mean? As the patient or the doctor?"

"The Doctor, of course," Chan says, slowly turning in his chair. He forms an imaginary TV screen with his hands in front of his face. "Yeah, I can see it now." The chair completes its 360-degree turn, bringing him back to face you as he concludes,

"Dr. Bang will see you now."

As you meticulously unpack the box, your boyfriend's hand reaches over, picking up a container of 25g needles, and he studies it with intense curiosity. His leg bounces nervously beneath the table.

"On a scale of one to a serious medical emergency, how likely are we to kill each other tonight?" he quips, his eyes lifting from the box, a dubious brow raised in question.

"As long as we steer clear of sharps to start with, we’ll be alright."

“We’ll be alright,” Chan scoffs with a laugh. He cracks a grin as he opens the box between his hands and extracts one of the capped needles, spinning it between his fingers. With a swift, deft 'crack,' he twists it open and removes the cap, revealing the sharp, fine needle underneath. He gives it another once-over before turning his gaze back to you. He's pondering deeper now, his eyes tracing down to the sliver of skin peeking out from your silk robe, stopping at the upper thigh.

"I don't even wanna know how you got a'hold of all of this."

Chan caps the needle and carefully sets it back down on the table. He recognizes that admitting a desire like this was a vulnerable thing for you, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious himself ever since you first had mentioned it. One night, when you were out, he threw the term you taught him into a porn site—medical play—and watched, wide eyed and bricked up from all the scenes he began to discover.

You trust him, you've said, to handle your body with care. You couldn't imagine letting anyone other than Chan partake in this experiment, and once he gets past the initial discomfort of potentially messing up, you're certain he'll take excellent care of you.

Because that's just Chan's nature.

"Well then, shall we?" He rises from his seat, wrapping a reassuring arm around your waist beneath your robe, pulling your body close to his. Your naked skin brushes against the fabric of his clothes as he plants a gentle kiss on your lips. "I need to change first. Can you give me a few minutes?"

You respond with a light, airy snort. “You’re gonna change your clothes? You’re really dedicated, huh?”

"I mean, personally, I wouldn't want a doctor in boardies, a singlet, and thongs anywhere near me with a scalpel. Wouldn't be very professional now, would it?" Chan says as he heads towards the bottom of the stairs, kicking off his house shoes. The sound of his bare footsteps fades as he ascends the stairs, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You nibble on the inside of your lower lip, feeling a touch of nervousness. You expected more resistance from him, but not only is he going along with it, it seems like he's enjoying the idea.

You pack everything back into the box and hurry upstairs to the bedroom. You grab a folding table from storage and unfold it, providing a surface for the tools of the trade for tonight. One by one, you lay out the supplies. Both of you are uncertain about what this experience will be like, or if you'll even enjoy it, so you've gathered a variety of items. Feeling apprehensive about making incisions? Opt for a needle. If you're new to poking, avoid breaking the skin and use a blunt medical tool instead. If things get a little too intense, there are bandages, staplers, and skin glue to the rescue. There are so many options here; surely, there's something that Chan will feel comfortable using.

As you arrange the table neatly, you can't help but imagine the sensual sensation of each item against your skin. You set everything up for easy access, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly hear the door creak open behind you.

You turn around to find your very own Christopher Bang standing there, fastening his watch. The sleeves of his white collared shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing firehose veins that run up his arms like the roots of a sturdy tree. It makes you wish you were the one in charge tonight.

The thought of drawing blood from him is undeniably enticing.

Chan, dressed impeccably in a white button-down tucked into dark pants, fits the part perfectly. The desire to clear the table and let him have his way with you right there and then crosses your mind.

"Fuck me," you mutter under your breath.

He chuckles. "Maybe later, but for now, have a seat for me?" He taps the edge of the bed and settles into the office chair that used to belong at his computer desk, now strategically positioned next to your makeshift doctor's examination bed. Chan busies himself with the satisfying snap of pulling on his gloves, casting his eyes over the array of instruments spread out on the table. He inspects each object before swiveling the chair to face you, a confident smile gracing his features. His gloved hands dangle between his legs, fingers intertwined.

"So, Y/N, I'm Dr. Bang, and I'm the doctor on call tonight.” He lifts his wrist to glance at his watch before his eyes meet yours again, “It's pretty late, though. Care to tell me what's going on?"

His act is so convincing that you blink twice, half-expecting him to break character at any moment, dissolve into laughter, and physically cringe. But Chan smoothly glides closer, planting both hands on your knees. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to tonight, yeah? You still up for this?” He checks in with you, and his sincerity reassures you that he's the right person to explore this with.

“Of course, I just didn’t expect you to take it so seriously.”

“You trust me, and I take that very seriously.” He runs his hands up and down the silky expanse of your thighs, his smile revealing a tiny dimple. "Go ahead and lie back for me." He rises as you recline onto the bed, and he attentively adjusts your robe, ensuring your modesty. Chan gently tugs the fabric closed over your body, all the while looking down at you with genuine affection. "Not a fan of doctor's visits, are you? You seemed nervous earlier, but are you experiencing any discomfort right now?" He starts applying gentle pressure around the perimeter of your abdomen. His touch feels eerily authentic, causing you to briefly forget this is a role-play scenario.

"I am," you confess, observing him as he focuses on the area just below your navel. A sharp sensation shoots through you, making you gasp involuntarily, a sound that surprises both of you. Chan momentarily halts, clearly caught off guard, before reestablishing eye contact with you. "Did that hurt?" He presses again, and you instinctively cover your mouth, stifling your reaction.

"Hey," Chan tenderly grasps your wrist, guiding your hand away from your mouth, "I'm not a vet. I need my patients to use their words, so I can provide the best care."

"It's right below where you pressed, Doctor; it just...it's uncomfortable right now, like–an ache. It’s hard to explain.” you say, barely managing to articulate in a roleplay appropriate way that you're getting hornier by the second and can swear your pussy has its own heartbeat at this point.

"Below, like... here?" Chan's gloved right hand moves an inch lower, hovering right above your soft, puffy pubis. He's teasing, and his mischievous grin gives it away.

"Lower," you reply with a sultry undertone, encouraging his exploration.

Chan's fingers press against your warmth, causing your hips to rise against his touch. He immediately stops and wheels himself backward to a nearby table laden with an array of medical equipment. You lift your head, peering over your chest to see what he's up to. Sensing your curious eyes on him, he looks over at you, his hand resting on a packaged instrument that remains elusive from your vantage point on the bed.

A chuckle escapes his lips. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? Well, now he's getting into the role-play more than he expected. The clinical setting, the pristine, sterile instruments, and your presence in that beautiful black silk robe, waiting with bated breath and those wide, enchanting eyes – it all triggers a surge of power in Chan that he didn't anticipate. Not like this, at least.

"So, when did you first notice the pain?"

“When you came in the fucking room.”

Chan laughs softly. "You're not very good at this," he remarks, picking up a stethoscope and draping it around his neck. "Let's start with some basics since you're a bit anxious. I'll ease you into it."

His tone conveys an underlying promise, and you watch as he leans over your body, slipping his hand beneath the fabric of your robe, the cool stethoscope head making contact with your skin. As soon as you feel the gloved fingers on your body, you sense your nipples hardening against the silk fabric. Chan notices too as he listens, although he's uncertain what he's searching for, his brow furrowed as he shifts the stethoscope over slightly, catching the rapid increase in your heartbeat.

He likes being able to hear the effect he has on you.

Chan removes the stethoscope from his ears, placing it around his neck again. "You've got a strong ticker!" he remarks with a smile, closing your robe as professionally as a real doctor. "Now, open up for me,"

You blink at him, an immediate desire to spread your legs rising within you, but you obediently open your mouth instead as he places a thermometer underneath your tongue. You hold it firmly in place.

"Good girl. Keep this up, and I might reward you with a lollipop later." The thermometer beeps, and he removes it, sitting back down in his chair and rolling over to the table. "Ninety-nine point six, perfect. See? Nothing to be afraid of." He picks up a nearby pen and scribbles something down on a notepad, then proceeds to examine the various instruments, silently evaluating each one.

What was he going to do to you? Was he going to poke you with a needle? Give you an enema? You’d give anything to be inside of his brain right now and know what he’s plotting.

“Chris—“

"Ah, ah, ah," he tuts, raising a finger into the air, still deciding his next move.

You stop yourself, close your eyes, and take a deep breath.

"Dr. Bang," you say, emphasizing his title with respect.

"Hmm?" He responds, much more content with the formal address than his first name.

"What exactly... are you planning to do to me today?"

To your dismay, he spins around toward you, holding a chosen instrument—a metal speculum. Out of all things? Does he even know how to work it?

You swallow hard, the thought of him meddling with your insides making you squirm internally. But you play your part. You're in an examination.

“I'm here to make you feel better; it's my job. I'll need to take a good look inside to determine why you’re in so much discomfort.”

You watch and wait for him to ask you how to open the sterilized package. Instead, he deftly peels it open from the top and holds the speculum over a green surgical drape on a nearby metal tray with a muffled clang, tossing the packaging aside. He can sense your disbelief in your expression as he looks back up at you.

"How did you-"

"Yeah, so you know how people say your phones are always listening to you?" Chan slides his chair back until he's positioned right between your legs, and the sheer confidence in his movement reminds you of the residents you've assisted on numerous occasions. It's undeniably turning you on.

"Yeah?" you reply.

"Well, ever since we first discussed it, my algorithm's gone haywire," he says, shaking his head with a sigh, his elbow resting on his thigh. "It takes a truly special person to do this kind of work." He taps the edge of the bed as he speaks, and you shift up so your hips rest on the edge, your legs hanging off.

"That being said," Chan hooks his arms underneath your legs' crooks, lifting them up so your feet lie flat on the bed, spread open. Your robe is far from sufficient to keep you from being exposed. The swiftness of his motion sends a breeze across your most intimate area, letting you know just how aroused he's gotten you with minimal contact. You can hear the click of the lid on the lube as he coats his fingers.

“You'll feel my fingers first, and then a little cold and some pressure, alright?"

His voice is soothing, and you exhale, saying, "Alright," your hands folded on your stomach.

"Take a deep breath for me," You feel his fingers first, just as he promised. Two gloved digits slide inside you, and your gasp is nearly reflexive as you clench around them when he curls them upwards, caressing that special spot. "That's it, keep breathing, relax," he instructs.

As he guides you into a state of calm with his slow and soothing words, you notice the change in temperature and texture as the cool metal speculum slides gently into you, not all the way, slowly stretching against your pulsing walls. Here you are, in your own bedroom, with Chan talking you through it, his palm resting on your inner thigh. His eyes switch between your glistening core and your furrowed brows, and your slow panting. He’s waiting for you to fold, to tell him to stop, that this is too much. But you don’t.

Chan secures the device in place, creating an opening that's not too wide but still provides him with better access than he's ever had before. And you're willingly letting it happen.

He checks in on you, discreetly adjusting the front of his pants to make room for the tent he was pitching. "How are you feeling?"

"It feels different than it usually does," you remark, your tummy fluttering with a chuckle, dispelling any lingering tension.

"Yeah? Different in what way?" His hand vanishes between your thighs as he slides his fingers back inside you, and this time, he stands over you, studying your reactions while his other hand moves beneath your navel.

"I mean, usually I don't expect my doctor to—" You cut yourself off with a moan as he presses both inside you and firmly on top of you simultaneously.

At that moment, Chan decides that he absolutely loves this.

"What was that?" he asks, as if that moment hadn’t happened.

"I usually don't expect my doctors to... well, you know," you say.

God, you were such a freak.

Did he turn you on that much? That you’d let him do this to you? Does he have that much of a hold on you?

“This is where it hurts?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He really doesn’t need you to say it. He knows you want him to rail you, as if your expressons aren’t enough; he can feel your walls yearning to close around something, anything, so desperately.

The anticipation of what it would feel like to remove the speculum and have your tightness engulf him as it shrinks back sends a shiver down his spine.

He tugs at the crotch of his pants again.

"How about when I do this?" He starts a gentle but confident massage of your abdomen, and your hips slowly begin to rotate, pleading for more pressure. You can’t move much, the device forcing your movements to remain minute, lest it become uncomfortable.

"Feels–" you curl your fingers into the sheets, the pressure from the speculum inside you battling with your natural urge to clench around nothing, stealing your breath.

Chan captures your lips with his own. "Does that feel good?"

"Mhm," you nod, feeling his hand slipping between your legs again, accompanied by the sounds of his belt buckle being undone as he kisses you once more, both of you breathless. This must’ve been turning him on too, and now, you can hear it and feel it in the stiff, swollen head of his cock leaking against the warmth of your inner thigh as he disengages the metal spacer, it feels far warmer than it did going in, and you sigh as it leaves your body, but before you can register the emptiness left behind, Chan’s warm, girth replaces the foreign object, and you both groan in tandem with the feeling.

“Fuck, babe,” He breathes at the sensation. Your pussy is so hungry for him, the way you swallow him up is unholy. And as he pulls his hips back and snaps them into you again, he’s certain you’ve never been this wet before, ever.

“Oh god, finally,” Your eyes roll back into your head, knees pushed back, your robe now fully splayed open, with the most perfect visuals of your tits, Chan leans forward and you wrap your legs around his waist, “I think I figured out what’s wrong,” he whispers, the ends of his stethoscope dangling onto your bare skin, “Want me to make you feel better baby?” He begins thrusting into you, “Is that why it was hurting? Hm? Because you needed me to fill you up?”

“Yeah, yeah I did—needed you–so bad–doctor, god I–fuck Chan I–love you–I-”

You don’t even make any sense and you resort to a breathless laugh as your teeth chatter with a sharp inhale.

“Aw, my babygirl, you’re a mess. It’s worse than I thought.” Chan chuckles and has to pause to regain his composure. Pulling the stethoscope off, he tosses it aside and lifts the hem of his dress shirt, holding it between his teeth as he thrusts into you, now able to watch how you paint his cock with your juices every time he disappears inside of you. His lower abs flex and contract with each stroke, while muffled, elongated groans escape through clenched teeth. His palm presses down on that spot beneath your tummy again, and he feels your body clenching under his touch as he thrusts even deeper, he wants to feel himself inside of you, each movement of your hips daring him to split you in half entirely.

Your vision becomes hazy, and you struggle to concentrate beneath drooping eyelids, on the verge of being overwhelmed by sensations. You move your mouth, but words won't form, only heavy sighs and gasps provoked by his every move as if you were his puppet. If you could form coherent thoughts, you'd be thanking him for reminding your lungs to breathe, enabling you to catch your breath at all.

Now, you're climaxing, and it takes him by surprise. A choked, guttural groan escapes his throat as the wet end of his shirt falls from between his teeth, thin streams of drool trickling down his chin as he climaxes just moments after yours. The release leaves him feeling lightheaded, and he catches himself on his elbow, breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against yours. Your eyes are closed as you try to catch your own breath.

Chan's stamina surpasses yours, and his heavy breathing turns into soft laughter as he places his palm against your cheek. You laugh along with him; it's hard not to when Chan's laughing. It serves as a release that sends chills and butterflies through your stomach, having experienced something so exhilarating together.

Your fingers curl around his palm against your cheek as your eyes crinkle. "You've definitely done this before."

Chan sits next to you on the bed. “I haven’t, promise,” “Hm. You may have a future in theatre then.” “Think so? Maybe I can get famous and quit my shitty job.” He laughs leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Since you’re the one with the medical background, I wouldn’t be against you poking me next time.”

“Next time?”

“Oh yeah. You’ve got all those supplies. I’m just getting started.”

- fin

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chiaroscuro. (nanami x reader)

synopsis: as a princess, you had a duty to the country. to knight kento nanami, you simply were his everything.

pairing: personal knight!kento nanami x princess!fem reader.

warnings: 18+, mdni. eventual sexual descriptions.

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a/n:

apologies for the late upload! life is very tumultuous and i am no exception :,) i've been writing this for a while but it was mostly done a hot minute ago, but got beta read recently by my lovely ivy (@beeh-ive) and i've made tweaks enough to proudly say this is a good part two :) ! word count is 6.8k, very large jump but promise it's going to lead up to a good ending part three!

ao3 link here.

contemplation. (part two)

kento looked at you incredulously. he stuttered for the first time in your presence, unable to find words.

“wha— well, i..! you cannot possibly —“

you look at him firmly, an unwavering resolve in your eyes. “i want to run away, and i need you to help me.”

kento was barely processing words, let alone the logistics of this act. the ramifications, oh god, what if someone heard you utter these words? this was absolutely insane. he paced the room for a moment. it was true that your situation is bleak.after all, you’ve recently found out about a secret marriage alliance concealed so well even kento was aware of the arrangement. he was already ruminating that you were to marry any man, much less a cold prince. he knew certain rumors about satoru gojo. his womanizing escapades, lack of responsibility, unruly behavior. he was truly furious when he saw the same man standing in front of him and was declared to be betrothed to you. you, who got shy at even the mention of being intimate with a man, who had the aura of grace itself and was definitely the most respected princess kento knew. to say prince gojo did not deserve you was a scathing understatement. his princess deserved a man of finest nature, who would give you the world in your hands if need be. deep down, a tiny voice whispers that he only wishes it be him.

kento snaps back to reality when he hears you call him for the fourth time. “kento nanami! heavens, is it surely so impossible? i know it shall require finesse and sacrifice, but i simply..” you trail in self-doubt, biting your thumb absentmindedly. with a small sigh, nanami kneels in front of your lap and grabs your hand, gently pulling it away.

“forgive me, princess. i reacted unbecoming of myself. i simply.. i simply think about the meaning of it all. if you leave this castle, you will always be in hiding. you will never see your sisters and brothers again. you will lose more than just your lifestyle, my crown. this… will be irreversible.”

his tone was soft and comforting, but his words stung, making your chest ache. he was right. a life lost to gain another. it is an ultimate sacrifice that you need to be absolutely sure of.

“i understand, kento. i will grieve, this is fact. but i cannot live the rest of my life knowing i could have escaped this all when i had the chance, albeit small.”

kento looks down at your hands that were still being held in his caresses them softly with his thumb. your heart jumps at the gesture.

a beat passes.

“give me the night, princess. i will form a plan that will do you the least harm. this is my promise to you.”

his eyes flashed with intensity, the devotion in his tone not missed. his head leans down to kiss your hands, eyes not breaking contact. his lips stay on the skin longer than expected, causing you to feel hot from the contact.

you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss the obvious; kento was a very gorgeous man. you’ve watched him (far more often than a lady should) train on his off days from your window, his skin glistened with sweat and his body moved swiftly in sparring. his body was built compared to most of the royal guard, surprisingly lean due to his tall figure.

you’ve caught yourself accidentally drawing his features in your sketches, and now held a secret stash of them in your closet. once when cleaning, one of the maids found them and you begged her not to tell on you. she simply giggled and complied. “you misunderstand me! they are very beautiful, my lady. you should show him one day,” she told you. you thought about the scenario in which you could do so. the both of you in your colorful garden, him walking in step of yours as he usually does.. and you courageous enough to tell him your true feelings.

would he be happy? horrified? uncomfortable?

…interested?

you knew the possibility was nothing short of impossible. but when he looks into your eyes like that, pledging his loyalty so sincerely to you, you can’t help but let your mind wander to the idea.

the soft squeeze on your hand pulls you away from your thoughts and back to the man in front of you. your head dips in a bow of thanks, silent but sincere.

kento wordlessly understands. his hand slips out of yours—the emptiness making your heart sink for just a moment—but your composure evens back to calm, as you have perfected over the years. he pushes off of his knees and reflects your bow, a bid goodnight. you barely raise your fingers in a motion to say, yes, you may go, despite the looping thought that he rather stay with you for the night instead. it was a childish impulsive thought, but one present in your head nonetheless.

he exits the room with your heart in his hands, as it has done so for the last five years.

the next morning you do not find kento at your door when you wake up. nor do you after your chamber maids come in to bathe and dress you. and even so when you are drinking your morning tea in the gardens. still, you sat in your frilly prison, passing the time in the ivy gazebo until you had some sign of your knight.

while kento had in fact left his post as your personal protection, he did not leave you without replacements. in his place were two young guards you had been acquainted with in passing. you had forgotten their names unfortunately, but they were extremely recognizable. one had blue-black hair in the shape of a sea urchin, a creature you had read about in novels only. despite your lack of familiarity with the sea animal, you definitely saw the resemblance with the boy. he was stoic and a well-mannered one, unlike his counterpart. radiant pink hair and with an energy you hadn’t seen anyone over the age of three exercise, the second guard was a bright and kind boy that struck conversation with you often. you had learned by the afternoon his name was yuuji, and the silent one was megumi.

“your highness, i must say your taste in flowers is just impeccable. a lady’s maid told me you curated this entire garden at fourteen, is that true? the colors just light up this dreary castle, thank the gods. i hope you don’t mind if i practice some dueling with megumi here? got to keep our senses sharp, right megs?” “yuuji, we are not sparring in front of the crown princess. my deepest apologies for my imbecile partner, your grace.”

you snap your fan open and cover your mouth to let out a giggle at their shenanigans. what joy to see youth being youthful, you conclude.

the chamomile in your cup eventually goes cold and the sun turns into a bright orange hanging in the sky. you gather your skirts and your fan and walk back to your room, pulling at your bodice. the lace had been digging into your skin since morning, and upon further inspection it was evident by the red marks that it was not just a figment of your imagination. you think for a split second if you should call your chamber maids but decide against it- you’re not a child, you can change a damn dress by yourself. your suffocated waist is instantly relieved as you practically rip off the pink cloths and strings. you’re finally allowed the luxury of breathing once you toss the pesky things away from you. corsets were surely made with the man perceiving it in mind, not the woman who had to wear it. you’re in simply a chemise under-slip when you hear the unmistakable voice of your dear knight trip on himself in shock.

you miss the way his eyes widen before he chokes out a cough. “—ahem! p-princess, my deepest apologies, i would not have barged in if i knew.. i knew you were indecent,”

as you flip in reaction to him your cheeks flame instantly, hands flying to your breasts to cover any unwanted bits. you knew the linen on your chemise was rather thin, a tad see-through. “k-kento!” you squeak with equal embarrassment.

he lowers his gaze out of respect, and if his hand wasn’t covering his face you would know it was pure scarlet. this was insanely out of his clearance; fuck scandalous. he wasn’t in his usual uniform, but instead a formal pair of slacks and a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up. gods.

you let your hair fall around your face to hide your wandering eyes. nothing more sinful than strong forearms on display for you while you’re barely covering yourself, gods help the both of you. your eyes dart to the throw linens on your bed and all but lunge for them, wrapping yourself to cover your dignity.

“i assume you have updates, yes?” you barely manage, trying to maintain the true situation at hand.

you notice kento physically straightens as he enters his professional demeanor, remembering why he came into your room in such a hurry in the first place. you also notice he is holding parchment in his other hand.

“of course, my crown. i must preface with another apology, however.. i do realize it took much longer than i expected to settle discreetly,” you give him a quick nod and hand wave of dismissal. he takes this as a sign to continue.

“right, thank you. in six days’ time, your father has deemed you to travel with prince satoru back to his country via his ship. the crown prince maintains his own crew, so he will be on deck before dawn to see through business. this allows us to have you ride in your own personal carriage to the docks, only accompanied by a driver and myself. i will take over the carriage and detour us to this—“ he points to a dot on his parchment, a map. “—village. we will stop for food and supplies, rest. i will be arranging some documents for our identities as well. after that, we will travel another day’s time to the village where i will buy a cottage for you to reside. it is a lovely but quiet town, princess, it sits by the shores untouched by our ships and trade. it is… serene, i've been told. for the life you deserve to live.”

your eyes meet his, and the intensity, the familiar intensity of his devotion and loyalty, is unmissed. it’s paired with something soft you cannot recognize, but makes your heart skip rapidly regardless. it’s him, any look he gives you sends you in a flutter of joy. you clear your throat to break the trance.

“what about his father, king masako? where will he be?”

“he has planned to stay here for diplomatic discussion to further the marriage treaty between the nations. when you are declared missing, it is best the king and prince are separated to increase the chance that you will not be found.”

this was true, you knew that messages between prince satoru and the king would take long, and devising a search between both sides even longer. it buys you time that you will desperately need. kento had really thought this through, and found the information in one day to boot.. you were beyond impressed, but also knew that he wouldn’t fail you with such an important task. he tells you some more details about his plan, making sure you wouldn’t be blindsided by any events that could occur.

you give the maps a once-over and understand you’ll be traveling eastward, the warmer forest regions of your country. no wonder kento said the village he has chosen for you is going to be beautiful; you knew the potential environment from your books on your country. whatever the state of your future residence, you knew that freedom was what you dreamed about.

you give him a final nod with strong determination, a fire blooming in your chest. “so it shall be, we make our escape in six days’ time.”

waking up on the fateful day, you try to take in as much of your room and the castle as you prepare for the journey.

out of nerves or maybe excitement, you had woken up well before the sun had risen, the sky still lit by moonshine. you try to capture the details of the room you’ve been housed in from the day you were born, the murals painted on your ceiling and the pink furniture you held memories with.

picking up a necklace, you can’t help but feel a sense of melancholy for the bouts and bouts of jewelry you owned. twirling the metal in your hand, the light bounces off the rocks adorned in them. they never held much significance to you, just things you expected to receive every birthday, new year’s, or another excuse of an occasion.

you didn’t feel the parting of sorrow, and the absence of the emotion is what made you truly sad. what a bittersweet inception.

when you idle in the halls before the staff wake, you stand before the only painting you ever cared for.

tears well up, blurring your vision of your mother smiling back at you with your chubby figure held in her dainty frame.

this was the only painting of you and your mother in the same picture that still hung in the castle halls. your mother had died a few days before your second birthday. it was true that your birth has intensively affected your mother’s health— your father thanked the gods when she came out of the delivery alive.

but no one realized that she suffered heavily for the months to follow. kerchiefs with bloodstains, dizzy spells and finding the queen passed out in the bath were well-kept secrets from the king, by her request. she knew she had limited time in this world with her beautiful baby girl and did not intend to be bed-ridden with treatments.

what she did not know was that her death would loom over the kingdom for years and years, blackening the heart of her devoted husband. somewhere deep down, he blamed you for her death. then came your nannies, the governess that tortured you for years into the prim lady you were today. you longed for the chance to switch the stars and have a life where your loving mother stayed for you.

despite the brutality of your upbringing, you held true to your kind heart and had compassion for life itself, reading about the beauty of the world and the adventures people had beyond your wildest dreams. at least now you have things to look forward to instead of cursing the universe. the raw nature at your fingertips, you exploring the forests and beaches!

and maybe, just maybe… you get to give a mother’s love to a child of your own, something that you never had the opportunity of experiencing, long outside these cold stone walls. you hope someday you would find a man that would help build the future you dreamed of... and maybe he isn’t too far away.

voices start to echo among footsteps in the castle and that was your sign to retreat back to your room. you get prepared as usual and your chambermaids have already packed your items for the supposed trip to the gojos’ kingdom.

when you’re finally standing outside in the front courtyards, you fiddle with your lace gloves, fan hung on your wrist. your father and king masako were standing to see you off, with the entirety of the guard and staff. kento was still not here yet, and the carriage was being loaded with your suitcases.

you look at the trees to calm yourself, watching birds flutter around singing their soft melodies.

“ah, sir nanami. we were beginning to think you were absent,” king masako chuckles slimily, throwing a hand on the back of your knight.

your breath hitches at the sight of him. he was fully decorated in his royal guard uniform today, with all the medallions, ribbons, and your family’s house insignia, his sword now ensheathed in an etched-swirling gold cover. he was one of the highest ranked knights in the guard, save for the captain and the king’s personal guards.

“apologies, i had misplaced my medallion.” he walks up to the carriage and opens the door, finally looking at you.

“after you, princess.” you turn to your father and king masako and give a small goodbye curtsy out of respect, and lifting your skirt you walk towards the carriage. kento stretches a hand out to you, to offer you help on. you don’t know why this time feels different, but you feel a hot surge through your glove when your hands meet.

you step on with poise and sit delicately on the seat. kento gives you a strong look and curt nod before closing the door behind you, leaving only the carriage windows with sheer curtains as your view back outside, on all four sides of the vehicle.

you hear mild conversations and feel kento sit in front with the driver, the horses snorting and nickering. at last, the carriage pulls with a whip, and the feelings and turmoil that had been plaguing you have ultimately dissipated.

earlier, he had told you it would be around an hour deep into the forest when he would seize control over the carriage, knocking out the driver with force and then injecting a serum that would keep him asleep for a few hours to minimize risk. knock, knock, knock.

kento told you he would give you a signal so that you would not be caught off-guard when he takes over the horses, given that it would be a little rocky. you shut the book you were reading and stay on high alert, hands gripping the cushioned armrests. your heart was beating fast.

you had confirmed with kento that he would not try to hurt the man, simply hitting a nerve in his body that would put him to sleep.

“argh!” a soft grunt of struggle, but the silence that followed finalized to you that the driver was subdued.

the carriage shakes violently for a moment from the horses veering off track. you manage to get to the front window that separated you and the driver’s seat, pulling the curtains away.

“kento! are you alright?” your eyes dart and see him lay the limp man on the seat in a manner so that he would not fall off before taking the reins of the horses and yanking them back, enlisting whinnies from them. “agh.. it’s under control, just a moment!” the horses slide into a racing stop, a small dust cloud surrounding the carriage from the action.

a long breath you didn’t realize you were holding finally leaves you, your hand flying to clutch your chest.

you thank the gods that this went smoothly as you step out of the carriage, looking for kento and the unconscious driver. your eyes catch him dragging the driver to a shaded part of the trees, away from the road. you follow, the crunch of leaves underfoot echoing in the stillness.

"we'll need to move quickly," kento expresses, glancing over his shoulder. you nod, anxiety tightening your chest as you watch him tie the driver's hands and feet. the urgency in kento's eyes matches your own, knowing the journey is far from over. "let's hope this works," you murmur, exchanging a determined look with kento before heading back to the carriage.

as you climb back into the carriage, you quickly change into the plain clothes kento had advised for blending in. the simple blue dress felt unfamiliar, but necessary. definitely freeing, you think as you glare at your deathly tight corset laying on the carriage floor.

kento stands outside, on watch for any other vehicles passing by. his sharp gaze never wavers as he scans the road, his posture tense.

"ready?" he calls through the muffled door, his voice urgent.

you nod, adjusting the dress with a quick tug to make sure it's secure. “ready.” you call back, opening the door once more.

you step out to give a small spin, eyes watching his reaction. the sun is hitting your hair in such a way you look positively angelic.

“too plain?” you joke with a lopsided grin.

he shakes his head, a small languid smile on his lips. “nothing is ever plain on you, princess.”

gods, you would never get over how intensely he pronounces all of his words.

you blush and cover your reaction with a small distinguished cough, and turn to the horses.

“would you like me to sit beside you, or inside the carriage?” he clears his throat, going back to removing all of his decorations to display a more plain guard uniform. “personally, i would prefer you inside. to attract less attention,” he explains. you nod firmly, not arguing with any of his logic. “so be it, then. nothing i am not accustomed to,” you hum, settling into the carriage.

as kento mounts on, this time into the driver’s seat, you notice him adjusting the reins and glancing at the road ahead. “there will be more passers-by, so please lay low.”

you brace yourself, giving a noise of agreement. the vehicle lurches forward again and you close the curtains of your windows, your heart a soft pound with the rhythmic clatter of the wheels.

a nearby ship’s horn blares in a deep rumble, like clock-work with the crash of ocean waves. satoru is tapping his foot rapidly, glancing at his pocket watch before shutting it with an irritated huff. he walks down the propped plank to the docks, approaching his group of officers.

“it is currently five hours past sunrise. the princess should have been here two hours ago. is someone going to tell me any information on her whereabouts, or are you just useless scoundrels i pay to idle about?” he seethes, his glare withering the men into shivers.

the second mate pipes up with a small voice, wincing. “your grace, i..” a couple of hushed whispers between the men ensue before he gets shoved to continue on by one. “we.. no one knows where she is. they said she left the castle a little over the agreed time, but that was the last correspondence, pleaseforgiveusyourgrace !” he squeaks out the last few words in a rush and holds his hands up in anticipation of a physical blow.

satoru’s jaw ticks, his eyes narrowing at the men. how stupid. this entire kingdom included; they’re all so stupid . don’t think he missed the exchanges of heated glances between you and your knight, the dark and calculating man that kept staring daggers at satoru in that first meeting. he heard him inside your room passing by, even. soft words he was all too familiar with. what blasphemy that no one had a clue of the scandal happening right beneath everyone’s noses.

he pushes past the men, disgruntled, and finds the nearest saddled horse to jump onto. the men exclaim in shock, pleading him to find reason. “no, it is absolutely impossible for me to leave this with idiots. i am finding the princess myself and will be back in damn good time!” he yells behind him, starting his horse in a fast fashion towards the forested road.

you didn’t realize you had dozed off until kento was softly shaking you awake. you open your eyes, mildly disoriented with where you were but quickly remembered the reason you were here.

“i need to water the horses, princess. i’ll be at the river offside the road,” his deep voice rumbles in your ear as he leaned down to tell you this. you nodded sleepily, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he moved away.

you hear the horses clomp away with him. the warmth of the midday sun and the earthy sounds of the forest surrounded you, lulling you back into a peaceful state. you had never been able to simply enjoy the forest whenever you were on trips to events or other towns, it was so new to you to just exist and be able to do as you pleased without thinking about repercussions. you also felt a sense of security knowing kento was nearby. with a soft sigh, you slowly began to sit up and move, ready to join him by the river to stretch your legs a tad.

you weren’t ready to see the scene before your eyes— the horses were cast aside along with a new one and your knight engaged in a sword fight with the crown prince you were supposed to be with.

kento had checked on you when you were quiet in the carriage, sneaking a peek to find you dozing off on the seat with your book ajar in your hand. you were adorable, even with drool on your chin. he chuckles softly at the sight, you just had certain quirks about you that kento loved.

he notices the horses are panting more haggardly than before and pulls to the side of the road, since it was following along the river. they clearly needed water, and it seems you were due for a stretch given your oddly-bent sleeping posture enlisting knitted brows from you, something he caught as well.

kento drops down to come around into the carriage, close over your sleeping form. unmatched beauty, you had. he wakes you gently and leaves you to recollect your senses while he detaches the horses, leading to the calm flow of water. they dip their muzzles into the river, slurping eagerly.

suddenly, the next moments go by in a blur when kento’s focus immediately shifts to the rapid galloping he hears coming from deep in the forest.

he has his sword drawn in time and in a strong stance when prince satoru leaps off of the moving horse, his own sword firmly gripped in his hand, pointing at kento’s chest.

“care to enlighten me why the princess is not on my ship but rather traveling with you?” satoru demands, sizing him as they circle each other.

both were remarkable swordsmen of their own caliber, this would not be an easy fight for either man.

“the princess always travels with me in her stead,” kento replies cooly, poker face unreadable.

satoru’s glare shines with fury. he takes a lunge and maneuvers with kento’s deflection, swift and focused.

“do not change the subject at hand, you knave!” he seethes.

the clash of metal reverberates through the air as kento parries the blow, the force of the impact vibrating up his arm.

“stay back, your highness," he warns without looking at you, his attention fully on the prince.

satoru’s head whips for a second to find you wide-eyed, in commoner’s clothing, watching the two of them altercate. kento took this as an opportunity to disarm him, but satoru was too quick on his feet for something so mediocre.

“you realize i can have your public execution done for this filthy affair? have you no respect for royalty, knight?” he sneers, scoffing at the indifference he saw on kento’s face.

kento’s brows knit together in confusion. “an.. affair? you’re mistaken, prince gojo. i have no illicit affairs.” he admits.

satoru chuckles bitterly before throwing another three consecutive blows with his sword, unwavering.

“by the gods , you must think me loggerheaded! i’m not blind, you bastard! i know you’re bedding the crown princess!”

you gasp, causing both men to put their attention onto you again since you hadn’t made a single word since the fight began. “that is untrue, prince satoru! i swear on my crown!”

you shout, touching your head out of habit but soon remember you were not in royal attire and your crown was actually sitting in the carriage. your face rouges in embarrassment. “well, my crown in the metaphorical sense.” you mutter with a shrug.

satoru's eyes flick back to kento, disbelief and rage warring in his gaze. "you expect me to believe that? i've seen the way you look at her!” he snarls, lunging once more.

kento side steps, his sword moving in a swift arc to deflect the prince's attack. he doesn’t refute the claim presented to him, however.

"enough!" you cry out, stepping forward despite kento's warning. "this fighting is pointless! you need to know the truth, satoru."

the two men pause, their heavy breathing the only sound breaking the silence. satoru's expression softens slightly as he looks at you, though his grip on his sword remains tight. "explain yourself, then, princess." he demands, with a hint of desperation in his tone. "why are you here, and not on my ship?"

“because i can’t marry someone i don’t love !” you scream while throwing your hands down, the anguish you’d been holding in burst at the dams of your composure. they both seemed a shred taken aback with your reaction, something they’ve never seen from you.

“do you know how painful my life was? how nothing was ever good enough for my father or governess? how i’m expected to sit quietly and smile kindly while others speak for me? how, as a woman, i have virtually no power in the kingdom unless it be through my future husband? no! you do not .”

you heave as the word-vomit had come to a close, your expression a little less than crazy. you take a deep breath, eyes closed, before you look back up at the man with a bitter smile. “so yes, prince satoru. i have devised a plan to leave my life on the throne because i cannot live this wretched life anymore. gods forbid i have a choice ,” you spit the last word, voice cracking on a sob.

satoru had softened after hearing your entire speech. your eyes discerned a sense of heartache behind his gaze on you, and you could definitely say it wasn’t about you. he knew what pains you spoke of, to be choiceless in a system designed to use royal birth right as chess pieces in a game of world politics. the breeze whistles past your ears and a light shiver comes over you.

“i understand.”

you give him a look of hesitance.

he doubles down firmly. “i understand completely, princess. i misstepped in assuming you had left in a selfish act.” he admits, lowering his sword back into his cover. “but in truth, this is quite courageous.”

you breath a sigh of relief, thankful no one lost an arm or leg in the heat of the fight. kento looks at you with a proud expression, which sets your stomach in a flurry.

“…but, if you wish to leave without me stopping you, you must comply with my one request.” you flick back to him with shock. he had a request ?

“i’ll hear it first,” you say with a slow frown.

he rolls his eyes in exasperation and pops a hip in stance. gods, what a sassy man. “oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist. i’m asking that you allow me to help you.”

now it really was your moment to be shocked, jaw slackening. “wha— why, whatever for?” you exclaim in confusion.

he takes a small huff of a sigh before stepping towards you to pat a hand on your shoulder. “because i know a thing or two about not wanting to marry someone you do not love.” there was something distant in his eyes, something you didn’t quite grasp, but you believed his words were earnest.

and so it was settled; kento and satoru decided their alibi stories, kento letting him know about your stops and where you would end up if he needed to reach you in the event of an emergency. they were still rather agitated with one another, but more so kento as satoru kept cracking jokes that didn’t make kento laugh in the slightest. it was a little uncanny how quickly satoru’s demeanor switched into a childlike one. i suppose the “womanizer” claims aren’t for nothing, you thought. again: you were just glad no one was injured, no chopped limbs or whatever else. you were not exactly keen on bloody sights. what? a lady has her limits.

kento steps away from satoru for a moment to speak with you while the prince waters his own horse. you had learned he had grabbed a random royal horse and had it race here, the poor creature. kento looks down at you, close enough for your nose to fill with the scent of him. you try to focus away from the intoxication you were feeling to pay attention to his words. his low timbre voice rumbles by your ear. “i’m very proud of you, princess.” your cheeks warm in gratitude. you don’t think anyone has ever told you they’re proud of you, for anything. “thank you,’ you whisper shyly. it’s not in your nature to be so bashful, not even with kento. you were usually the one bothering and teasing, like satoru had been doing. what’s been happening lately, was your infatuation so far gone?

finally when everything is settled. you’re seeing off the prince. he beckons you to come to him with a small cheeky grin. you roll your eyes playfully and do it anyway. he leans down from his horse to whisper in your ear. “i hope you know i was being serious when i said your knight looks at you in a way a knight should not.” he quips with a smirk. your eyes flick to kento and catch his disgruntled frown at the sight of you so near the prince, despite the debacle that just occurred before you all. you scoff and shove the childish man in his face. oaf.

“please get back to your country, satoru.”

“aww, you called me by my name!”

eventually, the night falls and kento once more ushers the horses into the forest. he pulls the curtains separating the two of you to speak behind him.

“it’s getting too dark, and these backroads are unsafe at night. we’ll stop here so you can sleep peacefully, princess.”

you look at kento with a frown.

“are you not sleeping?”

he gives you a look as if you were not understanding. “i need to keep watch. my duty as a knight hasn’t changed because of our plan, your grace.”

kento definitely didn’t show any signs or tiredness or weakness, but they trained that out of them at the military academy. and most of all, this was your kento. you knew his mannerisms. you get out to dig into the suitcases at the back of the carriage, much to his protests. producing two blankets and a makeshift pillow, you shove it into kento’s arms.

“we’re alternating. i sleep four hours, you sleep four hours. and you can’t say no! you won’t be alert in the daytime if something does happen,” you jabber.

as per usual, he looked mildly displeased with your fall behavior, enlisting a cheeky smile from you.

“gods know how much you’ve aged me in stress itself, princess,” he grumbles, stalking off to lay the blankets down on the cold grass.

“all the more reason you need beauty sleep, dear kento,” you hum in a sing-song tone. you retreat to the sleeping arrangement inside the carriage.

you’re plaiting your hair in two neat braids when you realize you’ve left your hair bands outside when you were pulling blankets out for kento. you exit the vehicle and turn to the back of the carriage when you catch a full glimpse of a shirtless kento in the middle of changing.

you squeak. the moonlight was rather bright, definitely enough to see his muscles and taut back. he was a very, very rugged man. scars from sparring lightly littering the sight, it was nothing short of rough. the emphasis lied on him being such a man .

he had immediately flipped around upon hearing your footsteps, and it was officially his turn to be beet red, caught in the middle of indecency.

“the odds are even now then,” you wobble with an embarrassed laugh, trying to make light of the situation like before. he looks at you incredulously as he haphazardly throws on the new clothes. “princess, you cannot joke about blasphemy like this!” you giggle harder at his reaction. “i should have been the one acting like this when you came into my room that evening,’ you quip with a light shove to his chest. he squawks and if it was even possible, blushing harder. “i-i did not intend to do that! you’re always reading a history book at your table by late sunset, or drawing in your sketchbook. you tend to use the sunset lighting more, i.. i just assumed!–” he rambles on and on, apologies shoved in between his overthinking. you’re not listening anymore, though.

he remembers things about you.

you did read often, all palace staff knew. it wasn’t special. kento knew you loved history and the world. kento knew you loved arts and culture, and drew frequently to pass time. he watched your fingers move so quickly as your sketches took shape. in awe. he was so enamored by your talent, oh if you knew. you didn’t gather that you spent more time in the later hours to draw, but it was true you loved sunset lighting. you never thought about it until now, but you did. a detail even you did not know about yourself, and he knew .

gods, get real. obviously he remembers. he's ordered to stay with you every moment. what delusions are you feeding your emotions? that he kept that information for romantic reasons?

you rest a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to shut his mouth. you’re looking at him with a small sincere smile, riddled with the feelings churning in your heart. “i’m simply teasing, kento. mistakes happen.”

he looks at your fingers on his shoulder, then you. he nods curtly, silent for a moment. his timbre voice rumbled gently, so soft to you. for you. “i only want.. no, need you to know.. i would never encroach on your vulnerability. i hold my respect for you to the highest standard.”

there was that unwavering loyalty again. that borderline sinful look of trust wading in his deep brown eyes that you wanted to absorb until the end of time. his frame curled towards yours, you see the dutiful submission from the powerhouse he was. how such a large and fearful man who was dueling the most gifted swordsman hours ago, was now back to being your loyal subject, a humble guard. fully attentive to you, as always. every sense was trained onto your body, your soul, your being. perhaps it was because of the dark night, the lust in your heart lurking in the shadows.. you knew at that moment, you wanted nothing more than to embrace him in the rawest capacity. to ravage and ruin your demure act just for him.

a breeze breaks the trance between you and him. you’re both already shuffling away from each other, you clearing your throat, him coughing to cover up the air of what was exchanged nonverbally.

“i shall wake you when four hours have passed, princess. please sleep,” kento mumbles, turning to his blankets.

you realized to some effect, he was thinking deeply in that moment, just as you had. you wished to know what he thought, and if they were filled with the same unforgivable fantasies you had of him. in truth, you knew this chance was slim if not nonexistent. but you had your dreams, and sleep awaited you anyways. if you couldn’t have kento in flesh you were allowed your mind-palaces where you can trace those scars on his back again and again, kissing every bump and valley of his body. those unwavering loyal eyes watching every move you make on him, skin to skin. his hands on you being rough but gentle, like his tone. they slot over your hips like they belonged there, you sat atop him. you felt beautiful under his gaze, his touch. he says things that make you melt into him sweetly. you’re unable to decipher where your body ends and his begins. your kisses get interrupted by his own capture of you, flipping you to the bottom. he’s towering over you so deliciously, wide chest, powerhouse . his fingers pulling away your hair from your eyes so you can witness him dipping his head down to–

you jolt awake. you didn’t follow when you drifted to sleep in your thoughts, but you knew you were drenched in sweat and unchecked filthy need. this was highly unbecoming of a princess, gods help your soul. dirty dreams of your knight, hah!

yes, you were far, far gone.

omg ur mind... is literally so tv-ma... LOL anyways please leave comments i luv them chomp chomp and i luv you, as usual :)

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❝golden child, lion boy; tell me what it's like to conquer.❞

ʚ aged up, botw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: when the kingdom goes to war, the goddess's chosen Hero is desperate to keep you safe. in his attempts to give you everything, you gradually became nothing.

genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship, set pre-calamity.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

content warnings: unclear time skips,mild/implied sexual content, slight spoilers (slight canon divergence), (indirect) mentions of war.

reader specifications: reader was detailed to have curves and dips, was also implied that reader wears/uses a silk nightie, no pronouns were used but was written with a female reader in mind.

word count: 1.09k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, aug. 25, 2023

ʚ part ii ɞ | ʚ masterlist ɞ

Sleep does not come to Link that easily. Despite holding you in his arms as you slept, your warmth did not beckon his eyelids to fall. Instead, he gazes fondly at your sleeping face.

Link's heart soars as a smile tugs at his lips but soon falters as he feels fear creep in. The over-looming threat of the Calamity continuously draws near. Then, the view of you blurs as Link drowns himself in his thoughts.

He hesitates, questioning whether or not his decision is right, if the lack of your say in the matters is the correct thing to do. It feels wrong, a raw disgust filling his veins but his fear overpowers his rationality, rearing its ugly head that Link is forced to look at.

But as he stares into the eyes of the King of Hyrule, he is forced to come to terms that if he refuses the offer, you may be vulnerable to the incoming Calamity’s wrath. And so, Link deludes himself into believing that this is what is necessary to keep you out of harms way.

He’s snapped back into reality as you snuggle further into him, your warmth permeating through his skin and into his soul. Gradually, Link feels his fears melt away. It needs to be done, for no cost is too great to keep you safe. He thinks, hand gently cupping your sleeping face.

“You are dear to me, I don’t want to ever let you go nor would I ever give you up,” Link’s words are hushed—masked as a promise—only heard by the moon and stars above. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead as unshed tears glaze his eyes.

“I want to protect you, I want to guard you from the world that tries to so desperately dim your light—And by the stars, this I promise you for I love you too much.”

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

The move to Castle Town was much livelier than expected. Despite having to tear himself from you due to knightly duties, Link made an effort to always give you his time.

Laughter rings in your new, quaint home, smiles are pressed against each other, you both embrace each other when the moon rises and Link finds it hard to leave your serene hug but he must do what he is bound to and you continuously find yourself awaking to a cold bed.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

As the brightness of Spring quickly passes, Winter arrives, taking all the sweet liveliness of Spring with it, leaving the world—your world—cold and barren as a distance stretches itself between you and Link, your lover returning home more guarded and unreadable as time passes.

He is repeatedly sent on countless missions, tasked with being at the very forefront of wiping out monster and enemy camps. Your heart aches whenever he softly kisses you goodbye, and yet whenever he arrives home safely—alive—you find that the ache in your chest has never left in the first place.

You kiss him passionately, wanting to bruise him so that he wouldn’t be able to forget you. Though now much silent, Link shares the same sentiments as he worships your body, engraving marks reminding you of him into your soft skin that both reassures you and intensifies the longing in your heart.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Time passes and Link steadily climbs the ranks, his time split between fighting at the frontlines and guarding Hyrule’s sole princess.

He’s given a noble title, land to go with it, and prestige. Yet, when you move into the estate he’s given, it doesn’t feel like home, instead it’s cold and barren, devoid of the love you and Link once filled your cozy apartment with.

Your lover dominates high society, titles falling at his feet whenever he’d come home victorious, yet why does it feel like you’ve lost him throughout his feats?

You no longer embrace each other before bed, his side of the bed remaining cold from dusk till dawn, nor does a boyish smile ever grace his face whenever you try to crack a joke, instead you’re only met with his furrowed brows and tired eyes.

Despite how Link has become dismissive and cold, you hold him gently in your arms, bare skin against bare skin and only now do you see that he’s been cracked enough as it is, his heart more shattered than he lets on.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

He envelops you whole, skin feverish as Link’s lips are merciless, leaving no spot of your skin untouched—unmarked—and your heart swells as a small part of you mourns.

“I love you and I will love you as long as I am able to love.” Link whispers, his words soft compared to the blatant sin he commits.

Your eyes flutter to a close, your hand finding home in his hair before you gently tug at his roots, eliciting a satisfying groan from your lover.

“I want everything back, the way it was.” Your words are a breathy as you speak and Link has to resist the urge to capture your lips.

But before you’re able to continue, a quick knock interrupts, breaking the bubble you and your lover were in. “Captain, you are needed.” A man, who you suppose was your lover’s subordinate, stated.

Link’s eyes stay glued to you, committing every slope, dip, and curve of yours to memory. “Is it urgent?” Link mutters loud enough for the man to hear, his blue eyes dark as an ocean’s, and you think that this is how people drown.

A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you go to grab your silken nightie, your body tensing as Link’s bare chest meets your back. He places soft kisses to your bare shoulder before he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“It’s Princess Zelda, sire, she was reported to be missing and seen on horseback heading to Gerudo.” The kisses on your shoulder ceases, an inaudible curse falling from Link’s lips and before you know it, your lover’s warmth is ripped from your back.

His clothes rustle, almost seeming to mock you and you feel your heart slowly sink again. Link gently cups your face, pivoting slightly so he’s able to see your face. Yet, you avoid his gaze.

Link places a delicate kiss to your forehead, silently promising that he’ll be back soon but yet, he becomes a blind eye to how your eyes dim.

The door shuts behind him and you’re left alone, feeling used and cold. “I want everything back, the way it was.” Tears run down your cheeks as his absence burns a deeper hole into your heart. “But there is no point to it, this wanting.”

#𝐢𝐯'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.°♡༉‧₊#legend of zelda: gallery of the wilds ༉‧₊˚✧#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #loz #botw #legend of zelda link x reader #breath of the wild link x reader #loz link x reader #botw link x reader #botw link #botw link angst #botw link fluff #botw link smut #link x reader #link x fem reader #link x you #reader insert

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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I hope in "A second chance" the reader won't die. 😭I would love to see how Helion helps her get through the traumatic experience of the difficult birth.

A court of Hope and Second chances part IV

It was Madja who had stopped the bleeding. It was Madja who had put the healers in place, drawn from their powers, and did what she did best - save lives. She lingered long into the night, tending to your unconscious body. Making sure you were comfortable and at ease. No sense of discomfort.

Helion hated it all. He hadn't moved from the side of the bed. He had stayed back, allowing them all to do what had to be done. Only interfering when a handful of healers tried to move you from the bed so they could clean the sheets and wash you off all the blood and grime. That was when Helion scooped you up into his arms gently. He hated that he hadn't thought about his daughter or where she was until Madja had told him that the baby must be hungry by now. Another panic set in there. Where was she? Who took her?

"Handed her to lord Vanserra, my high lord", Helion's gut twisted for a moment because the first thing he thought of was Beron and even the thought of that made him want to tear the world apart. But it had to be Lucien. Then again Helion hated that there was this fear deep down. What if Lucien just took her and ran? What if he will never return her? Bring her to Beron himself? He wouldn't, right?

Helion wasn't even sure where he was walking. He allowed his senses to guide him fully. The door he came across was used rarely. It was only you who used them because this place was made purely for you. He was doubtful that he would find Lucien here because he doubted that you had shared this place with him just yet but if his heart was telling him to, he had to check just in case.

Climbing a handful of stairs, Helion submerged from the bottom level. And it didn't take him long. Lucien was there his back slightly turned to Helion. He had picked your favorite spot under the glass cupola. The sound of trickling water up here was soothing and added to the humming that filled the space this almost felt like a sanctuary.

Helion stepped closer. Lucien was rocking from side to side softly. His eyes fixed on the little bundle in his arms. So captivated by it that he didn't even hear anyone approaching. It's the way the little girl looked right at him too. Her big golden eyes stared at him. Not amber like Helion's, no, golden like Lucien's. Her tiny fist firmly gripped her brother's finger. The rest of his palm rested on top of her chest, without a doubt proving a soothing warmth.

Just Helion steps onto a fallen leaf, the crunch making Lucien quickly pull the bundle closer to his chest as he whipped his head up, fangs out as he snarled. So protective. So scared. Like a lost animal protecting the last sacred thing in the world. Helion wondered often how Lucien would be when she was here. He knew that the fireling stuck around because he was excited to have a sibling, to maybe try the concept of the family once more. He assumed the protectiveness was going to kick in eventually but it happened sooner rather than later.

"My boy, it's just me", Helion said softly as he inched closer. Only then did the high lord notice the way Lucien's chest was raising up and down frantically. He was scared. Worried. "I won't lose her", the words sounded broken and Helion's heart ached once more today. He had heard the horrors of his childhood, the things he endured and he hated himself for it. Because he should have stopped it somehow. Should have known, "You won't. She's in your arms, isn't she? It's already one of the safest places she could be". Lucien's eyes welled up with tears as he leaned in pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's cheek.

"Mom?", he asked, drawing back. Helion let out a deep sigh, "Stable and looked after". He hoped that was true. That it will all be okay. That you will wake up and then he was never going to let you go. No harm will ever come your way. There was no life without you for Helion. "We need to...", Lucien rasped, "Yeah... we'll bring her to Y/N", Helion nodded, stepping aside, leaving enough space for Lucien to get up from the floor, "You did very well, Luci", Helion placed his hand on Lucien's shoulder, squeezing it softly, before the two headed back to the bedroom.

The lights were low there. Madja was gently stroking your hair as the two males walked in. Helion for what felt like a thousand times that day had nearly dropped to his knees as he saw you blinking up at the healer. "My love...", he crocked out, you flinched slightly but your eyes met him in an instant. He halted in his movements, he didn't want to frighten you anymore. You still looked so fragile and pale. Cheeks had barely regained the healthy tinge of pink.

"My baby..?!", you muttered, eyes so fearful, Helion wished he could chase it all away. "Waited patiently with he brother to see you, Ma", your eyes fell onto Lucien, expression softening instantly. You reached your hands towards the two and Lucien wasted no time to head over to you. He carefully lowered the babe into your arms who instantly started to sniffle as if she only now realized, only now that she felt you, a big missing part of her. Only now realized just how hungry she was.

Helion watched as you softly brushed your finger over her round cheek, before reaching to cup Lucien's face. The fear melting off his bones. Madja didn't want to rush the moment but the babe quickly announced her hunger loudly. The healer quickly helped you up, carefully placing another pillow behind your back. And here Helion started to wonder if you blamed him. Were you mad at him? For everything that happened. Because he felt guilty and he wondered if you knew that? When happy grumbles and suckling filled the room, Helion let himself close his eyes. His body felt uneasy now that he stopped with so much adrenaline still flowing through his body. He felt a warm palm on his chest, he knew it was Lucien before he even opened his eyes, "Look after her, stay here", the younger male said, before slipping away from the room.

The baby was sleeping soundly in your arms, yet Helion hadn't moved from his place at the end of the bed ever since. "You're mad at me?", you had asked after a while. Your voice was so small, Helion couldn't help but hate it. "Me?", he quickly asked, "Why would I be mad?", "Because of everything that happened", your words struck him to the core. The last breathing creature he blamed was you. "You've been standing there all cold and distant... you didn't even...", your eyes filled with tears but you quickly tilted your head back. Helion erased the distance between you two, quickly lowering himself on the side of the bed, "I didn't know if you wanted me here. I thought... I thought you blamed me for it all". You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "Why would I?", "I should have had better healers here, should have been here from the start, should have been able to do more, should have...", you quickly raised your hand, cupping the side of his face, pulling him slightly closer to you. There was still so little energy in your body but you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to your lover's, "You were here, that's all that matters". Helion carefully rested his arms on your hips, breathing in your scent, that now was tightly mixed with the baby's. Listening to the steady sound of your breathing. The way your heart was beating. But Helion equally as much felt the fear that still ran through your body. He noticed the slight shake of your arms as you held your daughter.

"I'm so scared I'll die or she...", you muttered Helion cut in, "You will not, neither of you will, I won't let it happen", now both of his palms cupped your cheeks, making you look up at him. "I'm so scared no one will hear me", you crocked out, pressing the sleeping babe tightly against your chest. "I will always hear you, even when you think that no one will. I will always hear your call".

#second chance universe #helion x you #helion imagine #helion x reader #lucien x helion #lucien vanserra imagine #lucien vanserra x reader

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