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[bunnis-monsters]

“You’re romanticizing it!”

No, actually, I’m sexualizing it. Thanks.

[kissandtellus]

Heated Knot-tery: Pup!Choso x Reader x Pup!Gojo

Summary: You absolutely love the two Canine Hybrid’s you adopted. But having alone time is nearly impossible. Satoru is a bully & manipulative and poor Cho just wants to help out:(

Warnings: Smut, Hybrid AU, Choso is a himbo, Gojo is a meanie, Breeding, Knotting, Overstimulation, Praise and degradation, Double-stuffed.

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Living with Choso and Satoru was like having two hyperactive, oversized guard dogs. IF those dogs also had opposable thumbs, human intelligence, and absolutely no sense of personal space.

Choso, your ever-loyal shadow, followed you everywhere. Literally. If you got up to make tea, he was right behind you, his large hands hovering like he expected you to collapse at any moment. If you so much as sneezed, he’d bundle you into a nest of blankets like you were made of porcelain.

"You need rest," he’d grumble, nuzzling against your shoulder, his dark eyes soft with worry. "You pushed yourself too hard today."

You had walked to the mailbox.

Meanwhile, Satoru was the opposite. He was a whirlwind of chaos and clinginess. He'd sprawl across your lap like he wasn’t a 6'3 grown-ass dog-man, wagging his tail whenever you scratched behind his ears. If you tried to read, he’d shove his head under the book, whining until you gave him attention.

"You’re ignoring me," he’d pout, big blue eyes blinking up at you. "Don’t you love me anymore?"

You had looked away for five seconds to finish that last chapter of your smut novel.

Mealtimes were a battle.

Choso would carefully prepare a balanced, nutritious plate. Only for Satoru to steal half of it when he thought you weren’t looking.

"Stop stealing her food," Choso would growl, baring his teeth.

"She wasn’t gonna finish it!" Satoru would argue, mouth already full.

You had only taken one bite.

Bedtime was worse. Both of them insisted on sleeping right next to you, which meant you were constantly waking up pinned between two massive, overprotective bodies.

Satoru curled around you like a living heated blanket, grumbling softly in his sleep. Choso slept lightly, ears twitching at every sound, ready to leap up at the slightest disturbance.

You hadn’t slept alone in months.

But for all their antics?

You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

But you felt like you were going insane. With all of the drooling and fighting and the fact your fucking underwear kept going missing! You had planned this carefully.

Tonight, you made sure Choso and Satoru were thoroughly exhausted. It consisted of a marathon walk in the park, an intense game of fetch, which somehow turned into a wrestling match, and even letting them "win" at tug-of-war until their arms were jelly.

By nightfall, they were sprawled on the couch, limbs tangled, panting softly. Two overgrown puppies were completely wiped out.

Perfect.

You waited until their breathing evened out, then tiptoed to your bedroom like a thief in your own home.

Your brand-new vibrator, still in its discreet packaging, was hidden under your pillow. Freedom was so close you could taste it.

You had barely unwrapped the damn thing when-

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Your blood ran cold.

"What’s that smell?"

Satoru’s voice. Right outside your door.

Before you could react, the door creaked open and two very awake, very curious canine-hybrids were staring at you.

Choso’s nose twitched. "New toy?"

Satoru’s ears perked up. "Can we play too?"

You froze, the vibrator still clutched in your hand like a smoking gun.

"No," you said firmly. "This is mine."

Satoru’s tail drooped. "But sharing is caring."

Choso tilted his head, studying the device with unnerving focus. "Does it taste good?"

"NO—"

Satoru lunged, snatching it from your grip with lightning reflexes and immediately stuck it in his mouth.

"HMMPH?!" His eyes widened as it buzzed against his tongue.

Choso, ever the responsible one, tried to pry it out of his mouth. "Spit that out, idiot!"

A chaotic struggle ensued. There were buzzing noises, and Satoru making increasingly ridiculous faces as the vibrations traveled up his skull. You buried your face in your hands.

"I just wanted one night to myself..."

Satoru's playful wrestling with Choso slowed then stopped altogether. His ears twitched upright, his pupils dilating as his mind finally processed the lingering taste on his tongue.

Your slick. Your scent. Your arousal.

Oh.

Satoru spit out the vibrator until it shut off on its own. It thumped to the floor, forgotten.

His body locked up, muscles tensing like a predator catching its first whiff of prey. His tail, which had been wagging mindlessly a second ago, now stood stiff behind him. Slowly, so very slowly, he turned his head to stare at you, his usually mischievous blue eyes were dark. His pupils nearly engulfed the color entirely.

"This ain’t a chew toy," he murmured, voice husky, the realization settling over him like a thunderclap.

Choso, still oblivious, growled. "Then what is it?"

Satoru didn’t answer him.

He just kept staring at you, his breathing heavier. He licked his lips.

"I think…" he murmured, taking a step closer, "...we’ve been very bad puppies."

Choso finally caught on his nose flaring as he inhaled deeply, scenting the air. His eyes widened.

"Oh."

Your legs snapped shut instinctively, heat flooding your cheeks as you scrambled backward on the bed, fingers fumbling to tug the blankets up over your exposed thighs.

"N-no, wait—" Your voice came out higher than intended, laced with panic as you pressed yourself against the headboard.

But it was too late.

Their nostrils flared, ears twitching forward, pupils blown wide, as the scent of your arousal thickened the air between you.

Satoru’s tongue dragged over his bottom lip. "Why are you hiding?" He stalked across the bed. His fluffy white ears barely twitched before flattening against his skull like he was honing in.

Choso’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling faster as he took another step forward. "You… wanted to play without us?"

He sounded so hurt. He was shaking under pure muscle, his black nails digging into his own palms.

You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering in your throat.

"I—I just wanted—"

Satoru cut you off with a sharp, breathy laugh. He shook his head, towering over you. "Should we punish her, Cho?"

Choso’s tail lashed behind him before he bared his teeth. "Yes."

You were outnumbered. Outmatched. And very much out of time.

The bed dipped beneath their weight as they closed in.

"Bad girls don’t get to keep secrets," Satoru swooped in, caging you in between powerful arms. Choso was right behind him on your other side. They were painting, tongues lolled out like they just finished a hike during a hot summer day.

Your fingers shot out, gripping their collars in a last-ditch attempt to regain control. You tugged hard, like you were scolding misbehaving pups.

"B-bad boys!" you scolded, voice trembling. "Sit. Stay. Down—"

Satoru’s grin turned downright feral at your tone.

"Ohhh, so that’s how you wanna play?" He nuzzled against your wrist, tongue flicking over your pulse point. "Cute."

Choso’s reaction was even worse, a full-body shiver, his hips jerking forward the second you yanked his collar. He was always so pathetic. His poor cock was raging against the fabric of his sweats.

"...M’ not bad."

Shit.

You’d accidentally flipped their switches to "feral mode."

Satoru’s teeth grazed your earlobe. "Bad boys get punished, right?" His hand slid up your thigh. "So punish us."

Choso crowded closer, his nose dragging up your neck. "Unless…you can’t handle us?"

Your grip on their collars went slack. They lunged.

And the last coherent thought you had was ‘Maybe the vibrator wouldn’t have been enough after all.’

Choso was the first to crack his guilt outweighing his hunger, his hands trembling as they gripped your thighs. The blanket was long forgotten. You hadn’t even touched yourself with the vibrator and yet you were soaked. You’d created a small puddle under your ass at this point.

"Please," he whispered against your skin, breathing hot and unsteady. "Don't be mad. I'll—I'll be good."

Then his tongue dragged up your slit in one long, apologetic stroke as if he could lick his way back into your good graces.

His nose pressed against your clit, muffling his next words,pleas spilling between desperate laps.

"I didn't mean to—hnn—ruin your alone time. Jus’... let me fix it."

Satoru scoffed from behind him, fingers tangling in Choso's hair to yank him back just enough to sneer down at him.

"Oh c’mon," he growled, though his own hips jerked forward, betraying his hunger. "She doesn't want your groveling. She wants—"

His free hand cupped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his blue eyes alight with mischief. Your chin is to your chest when he hooks one of your knees over his shoulder, tongue lolling from his mouth.

"—this."

And then he replaced Choso's tongue sucking your clit between his teeth with a mean precision just to watch you jolt.

Choso whined, scrambling to reclaim his place only for Satoru to shove him onto his back.

"Stay," Satoru ordered then grinned as Choso obeyed, legs splayed, cock straining against his pants.

"See?" Satoru murmured against your thigh. "Bad boys can listen."

Choso was not about to be sidelined. Not when you tasted this good, not when Satoru was hogging his spot between your thighs.

His growl was low and his lips pulled back over his teeth. A warning.

Then he lunged, burying his face right next to Satoru’s, his tongue sliding against yours in a hot, slick stroke. Before diving back in to devour your clit.

Satoru snarled but didn’t retreat.

Instead, he bit the tip of Choso’s fuzzy black ear. It was hard enough to make him hiss. Satoru took the opportunity to nudge into the younger pups space, redoubling his efforts, tongue flicking just beneath where Choso was working.

"Mine," Satoru taunted between licks but Choso wasn’t having it.

"Mine first," he shot back, voice ragged as he dragged his tongue up your folds in one long, possessive lick, deliberately smearing your slick across Satoru’s cheek.

What followed was a messy, brutal competition.

Their tongues clashed, sliding against each other as they fought for dominance, each trying to outdo the other in teasing you. Choso sucked your clit between his lips only for Satoru to thrust two fingers inside you, curling them against that deep spongy place.

Satoru purred against your thigh only for Choso to bite down on your inner leg, making you jolt. The air was thick with wet noises, growls, and your gasps. Their rivalry turns your pleasure into a battleground.

And when you came, you were shaking, overstimulated, thighs clamping around their heads. They still didn’t stop.

Satoru laughed against your skin, breathless. "Think she’s done?"

Choso licked a stripe up your twitching cunt.

"...Nah."

Round two started immediately. No mercy. No survivors.

Your legs trembled, still weak from your last climax, as you tried to drag yourself backward off the bed, away from their relentless mouths.

"W-wait—haah—too much!" Your voice cracked, hands scrambling across the soaked sheets as you tried to pull away from their drooling mouths.

It was futile.

Satoru’s fingers hooked around your ankle—yanking you back with a predatory grin.

"Aww, where ya going?" His tongue dragged up the inside of your thigh where your juices were already dripping down. "We’re just getting started."

Choso crowded in from the other side, his nose nudging between your legs as he inhaled deeply. Like he was savoring the scent of your desperation.

"Don’t run," he whined, his tail thumping against the bed. "You’ll just make us chase you."

You made a last-ditch effort, kicking weakly, trying to twist toward the edge of the bed. But Satoru pounced, pinning your hips down as he buried his face between your thighs again.

Choso followed suit, his tongue lapping up your mess with a satisfied groan.

You whined, fingers tangling in their hair, not to pull them away but to ground yourself against the drool and sloppy noises. They dragged you under all over again.

The bathroom might as well have been miles away.

Not that you could think straight enough to remember why you wanted to go there.

Satoru was always the more…clever of the two. Choso followed every single word you uttered with the utmost worship. But the oversized white haired mutt was always one step ahead. Satoru’s tongue paused mid-lick, ears perking up as he pulled back just enough to shoot Choso a look.

"Ohhh shit," he breathed, feigning sudden realization. "You smell that?"

Choso, ever the gullible sweetheart, immediately tensed, nose twitching as he inhaled sharply. "...Smell what?"

Satoru dragged a finger through your soaked folds, holding it up like some kind of scientific discovery.

"That’s Heat scent, dumbass." He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "No wonder she’s squirming so much, her body’s begging for a knot."

Choso’s eyes widened—oh no, he was buying it.

"R-really?" His voice wavered between concern and desperation, pupils dilating further as he stared down at your flushed, trembling body. "But—but she didn’t say—"

Satoru tsk’d, patting Choso’s cheek condescendingly. "She’s embarrassed, obviously. Poor thing doesn’t wanna ask." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Humans didn’t have Heats. Satoru KNEW that. "It’s our job to take care of her, right?"

Choso’s big dark eyes flickered between your wet core and Satoru’s devilish blue eyes.

"I... I guess..."

"Exactly." Satoru flashed a wicked grin, nudging Choso forward. "So be a good puppy and give her what she needs."

You choked on air, shaking your head violently. "N-no, that’s not—!"

But Choso was as fast as he was gullible. You were flipped onto your tummy, his clawed hands pulling your ass in the air. If you were a Hybrid female, you would’ve already known the position. But in Choso’s head, you were just too needy to know better. Too far into your heat to present yourself correctly.

"Shh... it’s okay," he murmured, nuzzling your neck apologetically. "I’ll make it better."

You were so screwed. Literally.

Choso’s fingers scrambled at the waistband of his sweatpants, all thumbs, fumbling, nearly tripping over himself as he tried to kick them off without letting go of you. His ears were pinned back in frantic determination, his tail wagging so hard it thumped against the nightstand.

"H-Hang on—fuck—" He huffed, hopping on one foot before finally yanking them down, his cock springing free. He was already dripping, already aching.

You groaned, tipping your head back in exasperation.

"I should have gotten you both neutered when I had the chance," you huffed out, glaring between them.

Satoru, the little shit, just laughed, propping his chin on the curve of your spine as he watched Choso struggle.

"Too late now~" He nipped playfully at your skin. "Besides, you love our knots."

Choso, meanwhile, wasn’t paying attention. Too busy manhandling you. "S’okay," he murmured, nuzzling against your shoulder as he lined himself up. "You’ll feel better after.”

His hips jerked forward, a shallow thrust that had the head of his cock splitting you open.

You yelped, fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Choso—fuck—!"

Satoru grinned, stretching lazily beside you.

"Told ya."

The vet’s number flashed in your mind. You were absolutely booking an appointment tomorrow. ...Assuming you could walk.

Choso’s breath came in ragged pants against the nape of your neck, his cock achingly thick as he bottomed out inside you, stretching you wide longggg before his knot even began to swell.

Tears pricked at your eyes, a whimper escaping your lips, but Choso only nuzzled closer. He planted his feet against the mattress, rising up on his haunches as you tried to squirm away.

"S’okay... s’okay," he cooed, hips rolling in slow, shallow thrusts, as if gentleness could make up for the sheer size of him. "You’re taking me s’good... fuck, just like that.”

Satoru, meanwhile, lounged beside you like this was casual for him. His own cock resting heavy against your cheek, lazily smearing precum across your skin as he stroked your hair with false sympathy.

"Aw, don’t cry," he teased, thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You love this. Bet you’re already clenching around him, huh?"

You hated how right he was, your body betraying you, pulsing around Choso’s length as he groaned praise into your ear.

"Thereeee ya go," Choso encouraged, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you steady as his thrusts grew deeper and hungrier. "Knot’s comin’... gonna fill you up nice n’ deep.”

Satoru smirked, tilting your face toward his cock with a hum.

"And I’ll keep your mouth busy."

Satoru’s fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just as Choso’s thrusts grew rougher, his knot finally starting to catch at your entrance.

"Open up, sweetheart," Satoru purred and before you could protest, the thick head of his cock was pressing past your lips, stuffing your mouth full.

You gagged around him, tears spilling over, but he just clicked his tongue, tightening his grip.

"Shhh, don’t fight it," he murmured, hips rolling shallowly. "Gotta let Choso focus. Right, buddy?"

Choso, the poor, clueless pup, nodded frantically behind you, his hips stuttering as his knot swelled against your stretched rim.

"Y-yeah, fuck—" he panted, voice wrecked. "Gotta—gotta take care of her. N’ breed her. Give her my pups!" Choso was drooling fully now, his tongue flopping out of his mouth like he couldn’t chase the high fast enough.

Satoru grinned as he started feeding Choso absolute bullshit between lazy thrusts into your mouth.

"See how tight she is?" Satoru buried your nose into the unkept hair at the base of his cock. "Classic Heat symptom. Poor thing’s begging for it, ain’tcha?"

You growled around his cock, or tried to but Satoru just chuckled, petting your hair like YOU were the well-behaved pet.

"Mmh, feisty." He glanced at Choso who was whining now, hips jerking erratically as his knot locked inside you. "Better pump her full, Cho. Really seal the deal."

Choso sobbed, actually sobbed, as he came, his hips grinding forward to bury his knot deeper, his voice breaking. “M’sorry—m’gonna—gonna fix it—!"

Satoru sighed, the picture of innocence as he gazed down at you.

“She’s a good bitch for us, huh?”

Satoru pulled out of your mouth with a pop, his hand coming up to lazily cover an exaggerated yawn.

"Soooo," he drawled, shifting his weight beside you. "Think it worked?"

Choso, bless his dumb heart, nodded, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at Satoru like a golden-retriever eager for his treat.

"I think so!" His ears perked up, his smile turning hopeful. "Did… did I do good?"

Choso’s knot swelled to its fullest, locking him inside you with a broken whimper. "Oh yeah, definitely worked," Satoru announced, patting Choso’s heaving back like he’d just performed some noble act. "Look at her, totallyyyy cured."

Choso’s tail wagged so hard it thumped against the mattress, his ears pinned back in a mix of exhaustion and delirious pride.

"R-really?" he panted, nuzzling your shoulder as his hips gave a weak, involuntary grind, milking his own knot deeper. "I—I helped?"

You opened your mouth to scream at them.

But Satoru immediately shoved his fingers between your lips, shushing you with a wink.

"Ah-ah! No ungrateful growling." He leaned in, whispering just for you. "Play along… or I’ll tell him you need ‘another round.’"

Your eyes widened in horror.

Choso, meanwhile, oblivious as ever, pressed a sloppy kiss to your nape.

"Good girl," he huffed, licking between your shoulders and against your cheek. "Next time… just ask for help."

You were going to murder Satoru. After you murdered Choso. And then yourself for ever adopting these idiots.

Choso's breath hitched as reality hit him. His thick knot fully seated inside you, locking him in place with a helpless whine. His ears flattened instantly, tail freezing mid-wag as panic flashed in his dark eyes.

"W-wait—I’m stuck—" His hands scrambled against your hips, trying uselessly to pull back, only to jerk forward again as the swollen base tugged against your sensitive walls. "Oh fuck—I—I didn’t mean to!”

You whined louder, half from discomfort, half from sheer disbelief, arching your back as the stretch burned. Tears pricked at your lashes again, and Satoru, finally sensing the impending meltdown, let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Chill," he drawled, reaching over to flick Choso’s forehead. "It’s supposed to lock. That’s how knots work."

Choso’s bottom lip wobbled. "But—but she’s cryin’!”

Satoru rolled his eyes then promptly shoved Choso’s face into the crook of your neck, muffling his dramatics.

"And you’re crying. Congrats." He patted Choso’s head patronizingly. "Just breathe. She’s fine. You’re fine. And in, like… twenty minutes? You’ll be unstuck."

Choso sniffled. "...Twenty minutes?"

You shrieked into the mattress.

Satoru grinned.

"Yep."

Twenty very long minutes. Twenty minutes of Choso apologizing between shaky thrusts. Twenty minutes of Satoru laughing at both of you. And zero minutes of you ever trusting Satoru again.

With Choso still locked inside you, whining and panting as his knot kept him helplessly anchored, Satoru took his sweet time circling the bed like a smug predator. His wet cock bobbed before him so proud and glistening with your drying spit and tears. The bright blue collar around his neck jingled with the tag attached with your address and phone number.

"Ohhh, look at you two," he mused, trailing a finger down your sweat-slicked spine. "So adorable like this."

You shot him a glare over your shoulder, or tried to. But Satoru just grinned, his own cock bobbing heavily between his thighs, already leaking against his stomach.

"Don’t worry," he crooned, nudging your legs further apart. "I’ll share."

He scooted beside of Choso, wrapping an arm around the Hybrid’s shoulders like he was greeting an old friend. He used his free hand to line up his throbbing head to your already stretched entrance. Then without warning, he pressed himself against your spit-slicked entrance from behind, his thick tip notching against your already-stretched hole.

Right beside Choso’s knot.

You shrieked, hands scrambling at the sheets.

"Satoru—DON’T!"

Choso’s head snapped up, eyes wide. "W-wait, both of us?!"

Satoru laughed, hips rolling forward in one smooth, relentless thrust, slotting himself alongside his littermate in a filthy, impossible stretch.

"Mmm, yes," he groaned, fingers digging into your hips. "Fuck! Both of us filling you up just how ya need it, right?"

Choso whimpered, his knot twitching inside you as Satoru’s cock dragged against him. It was hot and slick and too much but he didn’t pull away.

Couldn’t.

And you? You were trapped.

Double-stuffed and Double-fucked. And completely at their mercy.

You tried to crawl away. With a weak, pathetic jerk of your hips but Satoru just clicked his tongue, his grip tightening as he pinned you deeper onto Choso’s knot.

"Ah-ah," he chided, breath hot against your ear. "You made this mess." His thrusts were leisurely, dragging in and out each one forcing Choso’s knot to grind harder inside you. "Now take us."

Choso whined, his fingers flexing against your waist. He was so overstimulated and oversensitive but still rocking into you in tiny, aborted little jerks.

"M’sorry—hnng—" His voice was wrecked, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. "C-can’t stop!” He hiccuped.

Satoru hummed, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

"Good."

Choso had started to cry again. Between broken growls and the pleading with Satoru to just give him a second, you weren’t sure which of you was more broken. Satoru’s hips twitched, his own knot swelling, catching on your stretched rim as he let out a possessive growl. He wrapped his arm around Choso’s waist this time, making the younger pup move in tandem with him despite his tail tucking between his muscled, trembling thighs.

"Submit," he snarled, the command dripping with alpha authority. thick and unyielding.

Choso whined, his ears pinning back against his skull but he didn’t fight it. Instead, he bared his throat exposing the vulnerable curve to Satoru. While his hips stayed locked to yours, his knot still pulsing deep inside.

"...Y-yours," he choked out, voice trembling, a pup surrendering to his elder.

Satoru’s lips curled into a fanged grin.

"Good boy." Then he slammed forward, knot popping past your abused rim and came with a shuddering groan, flooding your guts alongside Choso’s own release.

Satoru nuzzled against Choso’s exposed throat, a mockery of affection before nipping hard.

"There we go. Home sweet Home."

Choso shivered but didn’t protest. The hierarchy was set. And you were the prize.

As the swollen knots finally deflated, releasing you from their cruel captivity, Choso immediately collapsed face-first into your back, his entire body going boneless with exhaustion. Within seconds, soft snores filled the air, his tail twitching occasionally as he dreamed.

You weren’t far behind, limbs heavy and mind foggy with oversensitivity ready to pass out right then and there.

Satoru scoffed. "You all don’t know how to party,"

With gentleness, he peeled Choso off you, careful not to jostle him too much before draping a blanket over his limp form. Then, he turned to you, wiping the mess between your thighs with a click of his tongue.

"Look at this disaster," he grumbled to your ruined pussy, tossing the soiled cloth aside before hauling you against his chest.

You whined, too tired to protest but Satoru just shushed you, arranging your limbs until you were tucked securely against him, Choso a warm, snoring weight half-sprawled over your lap.

"There," he huffed, like it was some great inconvenience. "Happy?"

You didn’t answer, already drifting off. Satoru rolled his eyes but his arms tightened around you both anyway. Sleep took you in mere seconds but you were counting down the seconds to when you could reach your phone to call the vet.

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Aerion Targaryen x Wife!Stark!Reader

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When your father told you that you would be going to King's Landing and marrying Prince Aerion, you weren't exactly thrilled about the idea. You knew you should be grateful for such a good match, but you were afraid to leave Winterfell, your home. You had always imagined yourself growing old in the North, married to a northern man from another noble house.

But now, moons later, you were glad your father had arranged this marriage. You are happy with Aerion.

When you first met him, you didn't know exactly what to expect—the truth is, the ladies and maids of the court didn't help calm your nerves and uncertainty when they told you to be careful around him while they were preparing you for your wedding—but Aerion had surprised you. During your wedding, he had asked the singers and musicians to play northern songs. You danced together for much of the celebration, and he showed you the artist he hired to take portraits of the two of you during the celebration. But Aerion completely won you over when he defended you from a lord who was getting a little too handsy during the bedroom celebration.

Oh, and your wedding night also held a pleasant surprise. You were afraid he'd go straight to the point and treat this solely as his duty to produce his heir. You were also afraid he'd be too rough and hurt you. But Aerion took his time with you and made you feel things you never imagined you could feel.

Aerion had shown you how a man could please a woman with just his mouth. He had spent what felt like hours with his head between your thighs, savoring your flower until he was satisfied, then kissed you with your arousal still on his lips. You kissed again and again as he prepared you with his fingers until he thought you were ready to take his cock. He whispered compliments, like how beautiful you looked to him and how lucky he was to have you all to himself, promising to make you feel good as he entered you.

The next day, you didn't understand why the maids looked at you with concern when they came to help you get ready for your day. Yes, Aerion had left many love bites all over your body, but you didn't see anything wrong with it. He hadn't been rough with you.

You thought that with time, the people at court would stop staring at you so much. You believed it was because your northern dresses were different and more salvaged than those of the court. Also, your northern accent was too strong. You thought that perhaps that drew people's attention, but you had no idea that the real reason for their stares was that they couldn't believe how happy you looked with Prince Aerion.

For the noblewomen of the court and the servants, it felt surreal to see you strolling through the halls, your arm linked with Aerion's. To see the two of you laughing and kissing as if you were a normal couple. Perhaps people wouldn't be so shocked if it were another man, but everyone had seen how cruel the prince could be. That's why, during the first weeks of your marriage, your maids kept asking if you were alright while discreetly searching for any bruises, until they saw you were becoming irritated and stopped.

It didn't go unnoticed that since Aerion married you, he no longer seemed to cause nearly as much trouble as before. He didn't look for any excuse to punish or mock the servants or other nobles.

Some began to think that perhaps you were what Aerion had always needed. A loving wife to soothe the monster.

King Daeron also noticed the change in his troubled grandson, so in the middle of a family dinner, he innocently remarked that he was glad he had chosen you as Aerion's bride instead of Prince Valarr or Prince Daeron, as he had initially considered.

You were surprised. Perhaps you were too caught up in your own head because you didn't notice the discomfort and tension at the table.

"It's unfair. Why didn't you ask me? I would have liked to have such a beautiful wife," Daeron said, clearly joking, trying to lighten the mood.

You laughed, knowing it was just a simple joke.

But Aerion didn't find it funny.

After that scene, you saw the change in your husband. You noticed how Aerion now seemed more aggressive in the yard when training with Valarr, how he seemed to look for any excuse to make a tasteless comment or a "joke" to his cousin or brother, as if he wanted to prove to everyone, especially you, that they were inferior to him. You didn't like it. He had never shown you this side of himself before. You hated seeing this attitude in Aerion.

You reached your breaking point after seeing Daeron's sad expression when Aerion made a joke about him potentially choking on his own vomit from drinking so much at dinner. That's why, as soon as you two returned to your shared quarters, you confronted your husband directly.

“You have to stop. Right now,” you said firmly, your eyes never leaving his. Your gaze was icy, mimicking the look your father had whenever he judged someone.

For the first time, you weren't looking at him like a sweet girlfriend, but like a Stark ready to fight.

“Stop what?” the prince asked, still somewhat surprised by your attitude. He didn't recall ever seeing you look at someone like that during your entire stay.

“Ever since your grandfather mentioned he considered marrying me off to Valarr and Daeron, you've been acting like an idiot. You're mean to everyone for no reason,” you said, crossing your arms, your annoyance evident in your voice.

“I…”

“But nothing,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear excuses. “The way you've been acting lately, instead of making me think well of you, is only ruining the image I had of you.” Your words left him speechless.

Aerion didn't want to lose your affection. He had worked hard all these moons to show you his good and charming side to win you over. He didn't want to lose all the progress you had made together, and he let himself be carried away by his anger and jealousy.

“I’m sorry, my lady. You’re right, my actions were terrible,” he said, because he knew it was the right thing to say and what his wife expected him to say, as he approached you, wanting to close the distance between you.

“I can forgive you, but I won’t yet,” you said, though you allowed him to put his arm around your waist. “Your attitude offended me deeply. You don’t need to boast or try to improve yourself in my eyes by humiliating other men, your family. I’m your wife now, my eyes are only for you,” you said seriously, taking his chin in your hand. “Remember that next time you’re tempted to be an idiot, I’m yours now.”

Aerion can't help but smile when he hears you call yourself his. Even so, he starts thinking about getting you a necklace with his initial. He was glad to know you were clear that you belonged to him, but he needed men to understand that too.

"I'll remember it," he promises, and kisses you. You barely manage to resist before melting in his arms.

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The scent of rain and crushed sage always preceded him. 

It was a comforting scent, or at least, your body had been conditioned to believe so.

You sat by the window of the Great Hall, a blank sheet of magical parchment resting on your lap. You held a quill, but your hand hovered aimlessly. 

There was a nagging itch at the back of your mind, like a word on the tip of your tongue that refused to form. You felt as though you were waiting for someone—someone who wasn't here—but when you looked around the Atelier, everyone was accounted for.

"You’re brooding again, my dear. It doesn't suit the brightness of your eyes."

Qifrey’s voice was like silk, smooth and deceptively strong. He stepped from the shadows of the corridor, his white cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of a moth. His glasses caught the candlelight, obscuring his gaze for a fleeting second before he leaned down, pressing a hand to the table beside you.

As ever, he looked quite ethereal, in a way.

But it was hard to focus on the way he looked, when your mind was so bothered. 

"I...I feel like I've forgotten something important, Master Qifrey," you whispered, looking up at him. "A name. Or a place. Every time I try to grasp it, it melts away like ink in a basin."

Qifrey’s expression softened into that trademark look of gentle concern—the one that made his students trust him with their lives. He reached out, his thumb brushing your temple, trailing just along your hairline.

"It’s the aftereffects of the Brimmed Caps' attack," he said softly. "The trauma was deep. My memory-mending charms are simply helping your mind seal the wounds. If it hurts to remember, it’s because those memories were meant to harm you. Trust me to hold them for you instead."

You leaned into his touch, seeking stability. "You're always so kind to me."

He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he guided you back toward your private quarters—a room that had become increasingly filled with his things, his books, his presence.

…

That night, the "rest" Qifrey promised didn't come. You awoke with a parched throat and a heavy heart. The Atelier was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock and the distant lap of waves against the cliffs.

As you reached for the water pitcher on your bedside table, your hand knocked over a small, unassuming wooden box tucked deep under the bedframe. It wasn't yours—or was it?

Inside was a stack of parchment scraps, bound by a fraying ribbon. The handwriting was frantic, jagged, and unmistakably yours.

Day 14: He used the silver ink again. My mother’s face is blurring. I tried to draw her, but my hand wouldn't move. He’s watching the pen.

Day 22: I asked about Olruggio today. Qifrey told me Olruggio left the Atelier months ago. But I found a warm pipe in the workshop. He’s lying. He’s making them disappear from my head.

Day 30: If you are reading this, don’t drink the tea. The blue tea. It tastes like sage, but it smells like memory-rot. Run before the ink dries.

The air left your lungs in a painful rush. The "trauma" he mentioned...the "attack"...it wasn't the Brimmed Caps. 

It was him. 

You looked at your pillows and saw the faint, shimmering stains of silver-blue ink—the residue of magic poured into your ear while you slept, rewriting the architecture of your soul.

"It’s a heavy burden, isn't it? Knowing the truth."

The voice came from the doorway. Qifrey was standing there, devoid of his usual warmth. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his one visible eye was sharp, piercing, and terrifyingly focused. He held a small crystal vial filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid.

"Qifrey," you gasped, clutching the notes to your chest. "You...you stole them. My family, my friends...you’ve been erasing them."

He walked toward you, his footsteps silent. He didn't look angry; he looked pitying. "The world is a cruel place for someone as talented and soft-hearted as you. They would have taken you from me. The Council would have used you as a tool. The Brimmed Caps would have turned you into a monster."

He stopped just inches away, his shadow looming over you.

"I am the only one who truly wants you for you," he whispered, reaching out to take the notes from your trembling hands. You tried to pull away, but your limbs felt heavy, as if the very air had turned to lead. "Not for your magic. Not for your potential. Just to have you here, safe in the quiet of my home."

"This isn't a home," you choked out. "It’s a birdcage."

Qifrey smiled, a small, heartbreakingly beautiful tilt of the lips. He uncorked the vial. The scent of sage filled the room, thicker than ever.

"A cage keeps the predator out as much as it keeps the bird in," he murmured. He dipped a fine-tipped brush into the vial. "You’ve had a nightmare, my dear. A terrible, confusing dream brought on by exhaustion."

"No...please..."

"Shh," he hushed you, his hand cupping your cheek with terrifying tenderness. He began to draw a small, intricate circle on your forehead, the ink cool against your skin. "Tomorrow, you’ll wake up, and the sun will be shining. You’ll remember how much you love the library, and how much you trust your Master. And these ugly, jagged thoughts...they'll be nothing but smoke."

As the magic took hold, the terror began to ebb away, replaced by a forced, hollow peace. The notes in your hand felt like gibberish. The man in front of you felt like your entire world.

"Who am I?" he asked, testing the limits of the spell as your eyes began to glaze over. Your voice was a whisper, vacant and sweet. "You're…Qifrey. My protector."

He leaned down, kissing your brow where the ink was still wet, his expression one of absolute, obsessive triumph.

"Exactly," he whispered. "And I'm never letting anyone hurt you again. Especially not yourself."

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