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beautifulfuckup99 · 6 months

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Arranged marriage where reader is in love with him but he didnt have feelings for her. Reader tries to make him fall in love with her but it never worked. Then something happens and he gets head over heels for reader. Smutty of course

Could be yoongi or JK or V

You know what? Taehyung barely gets love on this page. This is a V Smut!

Title: Why Can't You Be Mine?

Warning(s): One sided love for a bit, Enemies to Lovers, SMUT!, Angry S!X.

Author's Note: Enjoy...

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"Please, enjoy the rest of the banquet." Taehyung says, voice as smooth and soft as his skin that glowed effortlessly thanks to the royal suit he was stuck into by your parents, the king and queen. Your eyes roamed his body like it was second nature for your brain. You couldn't help it...

Your sweaty hands smooth out your silk white dress you'd changed into after the wedding ceremony. This, the man standing next to you, was your husband. How flattering, right? The man not giving you a second glance, not even trying to make it look like he was joyful about today. Yes, he was now your husband. For the sake of the Kim Dynasty Kingdom and your kingdom, the Fye Kingdom, you agreed to join the two.

"At least hold my hand." You finally whisper. You two were at the front door of the castle, greeting guests together after the garden wedding earlier this morning. Taehyung gives you a side glance.

"Why? I need both hands to greet guests." He says as you frown and grab his hand, making him sigh heavily.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, I didn't know my skin burned your royal hand." You whisper and he stays silent. God, why did you find him so... Perfect? He was terrible suiter, but he'd make a wonderful king. You knew that for sure. You'd heard all about his ideas to better his people's lives...

"Why must you always be sarcastic?" He mutters finally and you can't help but put on a fake smirk.

"What? I find it charming." You state and he looks you in the eyes. There's a second. One second... Where... There! There it is. His eyes soften for that one second, and it makes your heart flutter, only to have him look away, as if annoyed by you. You hum softly.

"If we're going to share a bed, you need to try and look at me for longer than a second." You say and he scoffs.

"We will not share a bed." He states shortly and you pause.

"Wha-" He cuts you off as he spots Sargent Yoongi of the Daegu military.

"Sargent!" He calls. "Greet our guests, will you." He says before leaving you alone, walking towards Yoongi as he tries to escape. You frown a bit before letting it go.

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On the first day of you two officially being married, you bring breakfast to his room out of good spirits. Even though he made it clear he wanted you two in different rooms, you still wanted to show you could be a good partner.

Walking in with the tray of food, you find him already awake and just looking out the window. "Morning." You say gently as he turns to you, eyes narrowing at the tray in your grasp.

"Not hungry." He states, not returning your greeting. You shift a bit at his already cold demeanor.

"You're welcome." You mutter with a small eye roll that he quickens a brow at.

"Why are you here?" He asks as he crosses his arms.

"Well, if I couldn't fall asleep next to my husband, at least let me wake him with food." You state as he scoffs softly at the request.

"As stated, Y/N, not hungry." He says before walking past you to the bathroom. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

"But if I chuck this tray at his head, I'm wrong..." You mutter to yourself.

"What was that?" Taehyung asks from the bathroom.

"Nothing." You say before walking out of his room.

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The day is spent with Taehyung far away from you. He's off to meetings without you because, according to the message he'd left with the castle guards, you didn't have to "concern yourself" with any kingdom issues. It made you blood boil...

You busy yourself with volunteering around the village. Which is hard to do with guards following you, but you manage to keep a smile on your face. Your heart was hurt all day though. How could he be so damn cold to you? What had you truly done to piss him off?

That night, you're informed you'll be having dinner alone. "Prince Taehyung is in his study. Says he'll be too busy. My apologies, princess." The guard says. You hum.

"Don't apologize." You assure quietly before walking off to the dining hall. You wait for your food and when it's placed in front of you, you get up and grab it. You walk to the study and find Taehyung sat at the desk, head in his hands as if tired by something. Possibly the paper in front of him.

"I did not tell you to enter." Taehyung says before looking up and seeing you. "No. No, didn't the guard tell you? I need to be alone. You may eat dinner by yourself." He says sternly.

"I may? How nice of you to give me permission." You say bitterly before sitting in the chair in front of his desk and setting the plate down on his papers.

"Y/N! I-" You cut him off.

"I don't feel like eating away from my husband. You've been avoiding me all day long. And I will not eat dinner alone too. So, we can sit here until nightfall, or we can eat, and you can tell me what's giving you white hairs." You say shortly as you lean back and wait.

He eyes you before sighing, as if knowing he won't win this. 'Smart boy...' You think. You slowly lean forward as he begins to speak, voice coming out dry as if he's been exhausted all day.

"Next week... We will officially be crowned the rulers of this kingdom. We will officially unite both your people and mine." He says. You nod as you grab the fork to poke the food a bit.

"And?" You ask, eyes staying on the plate in front of you. "That is why we did this. Is it not?" You question gently and he pauses at your comment before he scoffs breathily and then shakes his head, as if annoyed.

"Never mind. I... It's just hard. My parents are no longer here." He says softly. You look down. You were only here because this kingdom needed Taehyung to step up and become a king. And every king needs a queen. Don't they? That's what your mother had told you as you grew up, but with how Taehyung was acting... Was that even true?

"I'm so sorry." You say gently as you look up to meet his eyes. God, those eyes were like ones from a viper snake. He'd wrap around you and suffocate you if he had the chance, but if those eyes were the last thing you saw... It'd be worth the death. Maybe.

"Yeah." Is all he sighs and you sheepishly hold the forkful of food in front of him, watching as he slowly eyes the fork and then moves away.

"I have to read." He mutters, shutting down again, much to your dismay.

'So close.' You think before shoving food into your mouth.

********************ONE WEEK LATER********************

"Let. Me. Go! Let me go!" You shout in pure anger as the guards basically carry you into Taehyung's study. He stops his pacing to watch you struggle.

"Put her down!" Taehyung says, voice loud and sharp. It even makes you pause. The guards are just as stunned. Taehyung was never one to raise his voice to anyone about anything.

But this wasn't just 'anything'. No. You knew why he was mad. You'd lost track of time at the village library and had missed the official crowning. Of course, the one-time Taehyung expects SOMETHING from you, you lose track of time.

"Out." He orders, eyes darkening as he watches you fix your dress. The guards are fast to bow and obey, leaving the room and shutting the heavy door behind them. You force in a deep breath.

"They didn't have to snatch me and drag me all the way here. I am their queen." You state, knowing they only did that because they were more than likely ordered to do so by Taehyung.

"You snuck away." He says lowly. "The guards are there to keep you safe-" You cut him off.

"I am more than capable of protecting myself. And they knew that. I didn't sneak away. I told them to hold back." You correct as you glare at him. How dare his perfect face be morphed into a stern frown at you!

"You don't order that! I do! I order that!" He snaps and it takes you aback before you finally let your tongue loose from between your teeth.

"I am your queen! And you will speak to me as such! You will not talk to me like I'm a servant here!" You snap back and he clenches his jaw.

"I told them to stay back so I can have a break! Lord knows I've earned one, being your damn lamb all the time." You say.

"My lamb?!" He asks in shock.

"Don't use that tone with me. Yes, your lamb! Following you everywhere you go in hopes of making this marriage work." You say angrily. He opens his mouth, but you're on a roll now. "Tell me something, your majesty," You begin, voice dripping with venom at the word 'majesty'. "Why did you marry me? Hm? For the throne? If that's the case, then why the hell does it matter where I was?!" You rant on until you're brought back by a loud slam.

The sound makes you gasp, unable to believe that it had come from Taehyung hitting the desk behind him.

"You think I'm that shallow?!" He snaps. "Do not ever question my intentions." He says as he looks you dead on. "You informed the guards you'd be at the shops and you were not found when it was time to come back. You had snuck off to the library instead. You... I need to know where you are!" He says as he walks closer to you, making you shrink back only slightly.

"Please. As if you truly care..." You growl and he eyes you with a fire in his eyes before grabbing you hard. He yanks you towards him and he's so strong that you practically fall into his chest. You gasp and raise your hand, blind in your anger. You weren't as angry at him as you were at yourself, feeling your heart race from being this close to him. It wasn't fair!

As you swing your hand back to slap him away from you, his hands grab your face. In an instant, you feel his lips crash into yours. You're in a moment of shock. This is the first time he's kissed you since your wedding. All these days avoiding you, and yet here he was. Kissing you as if he'd been starved of you...

You slowly begin to kiss back when you feel him pull away only by an inch or so, so he could bit your bottom lip. It makes you shiver and he's quick to pick you up and place you on his desk.

"Tae-" He cuts you off.

"Shut. Don't talk." He pants before kissing you just as intensely as the last. You return the gesture as his hands roam under your dress. You feel your cheeks heat up in this moment.

This is everything you’ve ever fantasized about and here it was…

You pull back from his lips as he grips your ass firmly, making you gasp a bit at the feel of his nails digging into your soft skin. His lips move against yours as he grinds against you until he realizes you’re not kissing back, too busy panting at the attention…

He trails his lips down your neck and to the tops of your breasts, biting along your skin as you lay fully back on the hard oak desk.

“Tae…” You pant, eyes shut as his hand moves lower down your body and under your dress, yanking your underwear down.

“I said no talking. I married you for the throne, right?” He whispers against your open mouth before pulling his hands back. Your underwear is in his grasp and before you can say anything, it's put in your mouth. You glare at him but the expression melts away at the feel of his fingers working over your wet slot, brushing along your clit as if you were one of his precious paintings you’d watch him work on in the garden.

Your head rolls back off the desk as you get lost in this pleasure, his slender fingers entering you slowly and when you pick your head up to watch him, you see him already looking at you with intense and dark eyes, slightly covered by his shaggy black hair. “Look at me. Look at me...” He pants as he finger fucks you faster.

You whine loudly. It’s muffled by the underwear in your mouth as he watches you with a smirk that begins to irk you to the core. You force yourself to sit up and grab his shoulders as your legs tighten around him. He smirks wider at that as you take out the underwear from your mouth. “I need more.” You whisper as you grab his chin, moving his head to face downward to hint at what you needed.

“And if I don’t?” He challenges, but you see on his face that it’s tempting.

“You will.” You state as you spread your legs more. He groans softly at that. He picks up your gown to bunch at your hips and slowly kneels in front of you, making you shiver at the sight.

“Worship your queen…” You pant as you place both hands on the desk to lean on them. You watch him start to tongue at your clit while his fingers glide in and out of you. You moan softly as you roll your hips at the attention. You weren’t going to last long, you already felt it building…

And just when you're on the edge...

He stops.

"Tae-" He cuts you off.

"You'll cum with me." He whispers in your ear as you shiver at the edge in his voice.

"Make. Me." You growl softly and he takes that challenge happily.

He kisses you deeply and you melt against his lips. "My pain..." He mumbles against your lips as he undoes his buckle, making you giggle.

"My pain..." You return softly as he slowly rubs his tip against your wet slot, making you pant hard.

"I love you..." He whispers, and before you can even react, he slides into you.

********************FOUR YEARS LATER********************

"Mommy? Mommy?" You little girl asks gently as you blink yourself back into reality, now sat in the garden on a beautiful Spring Day. Enjoying a much-needed picnic.

"Hm? What... What was the question again?" You ask gently as Taehyung smirks knowingly at you.

"I said..." The four-year-old looks down at her doll, getting distracted by the toy's beautifully curled hair for a moment. "I said when did you and daddy fall in love?" She repeats as she looks up at you.

Taehyung chuckles softly as you blink a bit. "Eh... When he and I got married." You say slowly.

"Oh, come on, Y/N." Taehyung says gently as he waves his hand at your answer. You raise an eyebrow at his statement. "I loved you even before the wedding." He says gently. You pause at that and open your mouth, but he keeps talking.

"I didn't say it then. But your daddy," Taehyung pulls your little girl on to his lap as you slowly cross your arms to watch him. "When grandma and grandpa passed... Our people looked to me to lead. But... I couldn't do that alone. It... It scared daddy. He didn't want to mess up, you know..." He says to your daughter, and she chuckles softly.

"You were scared?" She asks as if not believing it.

"Oh yeah! Big time. But... I had to step up. So... I decided... To marry the strongest princess I knew of. Someone smart and kind and who could handle someone like me. I sent for your mommy." He says and you freeze, never knowing that. You always thought your royal advisor had set this whole thing up with his. "And she came the second she got the proposal. But... See, your daddy thought... Your mommy wasn't... Into him. He overheard her talking to a royal advisor one day and saying that this marriage would be good for the people. It made daddy think mommy was forced into this. So..." Taehyung looks at you.

"Admittedly..." He says sheepishly. "Daddy acted mean towards mommy." He says and you hum softly as your heart beats a bit faster now with that new confession.

"But you love each other now!" Your daughter Lily says with a bright smile and you eye your husband as he gives you a shy smile.

"Sometimes..." You joke as you look at your husband with love in your eyes.

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writing-makes-me-human · 1 year

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Trial By Water 🐚: Part 2

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Pairing: Aonung X reader

PART ONE: HERE

Summary: Aonung meets your parents as is tradition for your clan and it doesn’t go over well, he then gives you a gift and you watch his jealousy over another man simmer over.

Word Count: 4.2 k

Warnings: Hurt to comfort, jealousy, none.

A/N: Hello I am working on the next part of my other series Love and Guests (which you should check out) and three requests I’ve gotten so if my posting schedule suddenly becomes a nightmare that is why. Please enjoy xx

Also finally made my masterlist workable, I’m gonna work on making it cute after I finish my other series.

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A few days had passed since that day on the beach when Aonung confessed to you that he intended to pursue you to be his mate, and since then, all hell broke out.

You had come back hand in hand after the night of bashful glances and flirting under starlit skies, and rumors had encased the village like a wildfire burning through the woods. These dirty rumors wouldn't have troubled you if the stories hadn't spread to your parents, and while it seemed that you had made up your mind about which of the two suiters you would pick, your parents had other plans in store for you.

Your clan had many rules and traditions that had to be followed during the period of courting a mate, and your parents were traditionalists in every sense of the word. They cared very strongly for their people, and to them, that meant you must find a mate who followed the rules to an extreme level, and Aonung was not the rule-following type.

Ixa'Tey knew of your mother's temperament towards managing oneself punctually. So while he would arrive at every agreed meeting on time bearing gifts, Aonung would come as he usually did to all other meetings, late and still wet from the water with a grin on his face.

Aonung knew your parents to be strict and quite conventional in most of their ways, but he thought they would have put that aside when they saw the fact that you were quite clearly in love with him, nobody else. He was wrong.

The first meeting between the parents and the admirer was critical to setting up a long line of contact that would continue throughout everyone involved lives if the mating ritual was successful and blessed by Eywa.

You had awkwardly been pacing outside your family's pod for ten minutes before he finally turned up. He was still damp from the water, and a devilish grin was on his face.

"Hey, sorry I'm late, I got held up", he didn't take much notice of your exasperated face.He leaned in and gave you a peek on the cheek, but as he withdrew, your mother sharply opened the flap to her pod to ask you for the fifth time where the boy was. Her eyes crossed sharply between the two of you with a scowl aimed at the boy when she saw his position.

He finally seemed to pick up on the tension, and his ears dropped along with his smile. He put his fingers to his forehead and withdrew them. Your mother copied the action but did not speak to welcome him.

She turned and walked deeper into the pod, waiting for you to welcome him inside.

You sighed and gently gripped his arm, squeezing it to reassure him that he would be alright. He looked down at you and whispered another apology with his pupils blown at the sight of you with sacred clothing and decorated hair that was anticipated with this type of ritual.

You led him forward and cleared your throat so your father would look up from the knife he was sharpening. Aonung tried to stay strong, he really did, but your old man had a glare on his face that could have challenged medusa.

"You are late", your father rumbled, his voice filling out the space and then some with his clear show of dismay at Aonung's tardiness.

"I'm sorry, I had no intention of upsetting you, I got distracted with a matter", your favorite courter spoke, his voice filled with the same tone his father used when he wanted to talk to his people about a serious matter.

"A matter that was more important than my daughter?" Your father took the sharpened weapon and pointed it towards him threateningly before he placed it beside him on the mat.

Aonung was caught for words. Usually, when he told people he was busy, they just accepted it because he was the chief's son, and of course, he had somewhere to be, something noble he was learning for the betterment of his people, but right now he became aware that this was not going to be a usual interaction.

"Sit down", your father commanded, taking displeasure in the boy's silence that was misinterpreted as idle contemplation.

You could feel the unease radiating from your boy. It seemed to be clocking in place that this wouldn't be easy.

The silence was stony as your mother reappeared with four bowls filled with fresh fish dosed in spices and herbs.

Your mother walked around and gave her husband and then Aonung their food, leaving you for last. When you gripped the bowl from her hands with a gentle thanks, you couldn't hold back the one-syllable gasp you let out as you looked down at the food and then at your mother, who busied herself with getting a drink for everyone.

You had told her specifically, anything other than this dish, it was Aonung's least favorite meal, and it was something he despised eating.

You quickly looked over at Aonung as he looked over the food with a distanced look of mild revulsion. When your mother turned around, he smiled politely and complimented her on the smell of the meal as she handed him a full cup of water which he gratefully took.He spared you a look over the rim of the cup as he sipped the water. His eyes tried to assure you that he would be okay while yours widened in questioning.

You had seen him literally spit this meal from his mouth on multiple occasions, but he couldn't refuse the meal. That would have been beyond insulting to your mother and would end the meeting far too early.

He dug into the bowl and picked up a piece of diced fish, spooning it into his mouth as you and your parents did the same.

Your mother's eyes were trained on him as he chewed, waiting for any noise that could be directed to disgust, but he seemed to take the meal as a challenge and ate every bite without letting out a single noise of nausea.

It was such a small thing, but you were proud of him, he was a picky brat most of the time, and this small act showed he was serious about winning you and your family over.

"You know, Aonung is the fastest swimmer in the clan", you spoke in between bites, feeling the need to defend your love against your mother's blatant attack.

Your father hummed in acknowledgment but didn't raise his eyes from his bowl, scoffing down the food without much contribution at chatter.

"And he's a fine warrior, he can take out any man in a fight, I've even seen him beat his father", you nodded to your mother, who eyed your flattery curiously.

You hadn't been so forward with speaking of Ixa'Tey's achievements when he had been here a few nights ago, and she could see by the way your proud smile adorned your face that you were ruthlessly trying to convenience them he would be a good match.

"y/n!" Aonung muttered your name in an order for you to stop. He could tell his presence was not going down well, and in his eyes, it was not the time to start bragging about his abilities.

"It's true! And he's a mighty hunter, he brings back twice as many fish as any of the other hunters", you could feel his shame radiating off him, but your father finally quirked his eyes up, sharing a look with your mother before returning to you.

Your father's frown was deep, and you could see a spark of rage in his eyes as he stood up and scowled down at you and Aonung. Your mother placed a hand on his waist to try and coax him back down, but your father was on a road he couldn't be deterred from.

"I would like to meet this man you speak of because I only see a boy in front of me. He turns up late without an offering, then he dares to say nothing at your honor when I ask him of your importance!" Your father was yelling, all the neighbors would most likely hear the loud shouts, but you didn't care about them.

You gazed at Aonung during the speech and watched as his ears flattened and his tail hid beneath his legs. He suddenly felt very voiceless at everything, and it shocked you with an anger you didn't know could be aimed at your father.

You stood up, eyes flaring with fury as you felt the disappointment in your parents for derailing this evening so badly turn into infuriation.

"And what about you? What about your faults? Mother, you haven't even spoken to Aonung since he arrived, instead, you make a meal you know he hates and watches him suffer for your amusement! He has apologized for being late, and perhaps he didn't answer your question, father, because your rudeness struck him!" You could feel Aonung's presence behind you as he stood up and grabbed your wrist with his clean hand. A silent plea to sit down in his eyes.Feeling defeated by your father's icy glare, you sat down again, cursing everything within sight at the war this dinner had become.

"I think perhaps we should re-schedule", your mother piped up after three minutes of uncomfortable silence passed in which your father's glare switched from Aonung back to you several times.

"You've been unfair", you swallowed the fear of crossing your father again so openly and let your hand wrap around Aonung's to pull him towards you.

"He is a good man, father I swear to you, he just needs you to give him a chance", your tone of malice fell as you squeezed Aonung's hand and gave him a spare glance.

He looked at you with so much pride it nearly broke your heart open. You both knew you had chosen each other, and as soon as the ceremonies were over you two wouldn't be able to keep from one another.

Just because your parents had already silently chosen Ixa'Tey didn't matter because you knew that Aonung was destined to be your mate, and if you had to defy a few dumb rules written by your ancestors to secure him in your life, then so be it.

Aonung had enough of being scared into silence and stared at your father, prepared to speak for himself after you had done so for so long.

"I was late because my sister's mate had an accident, I never meant to disrespect you or y/n, I care for her deeply", he took a deep breath before he continued, "But if I am to be Olo'eyktan then sometimes I have to be late to things, even if I let them down".

You smiled, gratified at his selflessness that was now beginning to show care for your people through purposeful actions instead of his silent brooding as it had been a few years ago.

"I am here to court your daughter, and I swear that no matter what, I will be there for her when she really needs me, but I have to prioritize people's safety", even though a part of you highly doubted that Lo'ak had been in an accident and this was most likely a white lie to get out from under the moral high ground your father had over him, you couldn't help but beam at his show of maturity.

While there were lies and things you knew Aonung didn't mean thrown into his speech for the show to impress your father, you knew that he meant it as a way to please you. He only agreed to come to this dinner at your begging, and if your parent's approval were what you wanted, then he would get it for you, even if he had to pretend to give a shit about Lo'ak or his future duties as Olo'eyktan.

You looked up to your father and waited as he deliberated an answer to you both. In his eyes, you could see that he knew you had picked Aonung over the other boy, but he still couldn't decide if he would allow it.

He grumbled before sitting back down in his place, grabbing his bowl to scrape the remnants off the edges and into his mouth.

Your mother's face was pulled into a tight line, but she said nothing and stood up to hand around a handful of large damp leaves you could all use to clean off your hands with.When she sat back down, your father spoke, letting the words fill the room and silence any speaking of the later arguing.

"So, you are a hunter?" He asked Aonung, his eyes grazing up and down the young man before resting to hold eye contact.

"Yes, sir", Aonung cleared his voice, trying to act nonchalant about the whole interaction.

"I will take you on a hunt then, and test to see if my daughter is right about her claims", your father's eye fell on his food, and it allowed you and Aonung the time to side-eye glance each other with childish smirks on your faces as if you had just gotten away with something.

The rest of the evening went silently, if not for the odd question from your father, who asked Aonung how his father was and if he had heard any news about the sky people.

Once dinner was finished, you excused yourselves under the guise of walking Aonung home when the reality was you were both running down the beach as far away from your family's pod as you could get to rant and rave about every detail.

You had pushed his shoulder slightly when you exited the pod, and then he pushed back, and before long, you had raced each other along the beach and settled yourselves against a rock that was peeled back and revealing itself due to low tide.

You heartily laughed as Aonung came and pressed a kiss to your cheek and then commanded he sits beside you and nestles into your side against the cold breeze that was enveloping the land.He sighed merrily as you clung onto one another, it was all a peaceful and rather loving moment of watching the eclipse occur together until his dumb voice had to shatter the tender moment.

"Do you think I should go and break Lo'ak's leg for safe measure?" He chuckled at himself while burying his mouth into the nape of your neck, trying to hide the fact the sentiment was half serious.

You gasped in faux shock and pulled away from him theatrically, watching his brow crease in confusion as you hadn't entirely laughed at his tease towards his sister's mate yet.

"You don't mean to say it was all a lie, do you? That the real reason you were late is that you were probably slacking off with Rotxo and forgot the time?" You laughed at his sheepish face and apologist attitude.

"I wasn't messing around with Rotxo, it was serious, I promise", he said with a half-baked regretful tone that begged for you to come back and lay in his arms.You did so with the tease still sharp on your tongue.

"Really? What was so serious?" You were smiling like a fat cat, sure that you had him cornered.You didn't mind that he was late, you knew the type of person you intended on being with, and every quality he had was what made up someone you would be blessed to spend the rest of your days with, and his carefree attitude was something you treasured.

Of course, you had wanted him to meet your parents, and while you had been worried that he had forgotten or simply stood you up, as soon as he had come running to you, at that moment, the feelings you had for Aonung seemed to sink in and the thought that Aonung would be here for you like this every day was world-changing to you.

"I was getting something for you", he muttered under his breath while he nervously looked up at the sky, watching the stars that had quickly begun to appear thanks to the cover of darkness granted by the eclipse.

You turned in his arms, staring at his face with a raised brow at the bashful tone he had suddenly taken.

"Oh really? What?" You still felt the bite of your sassy tone, but there was also a curious glint in your eye which seemed to give Aonung a stroke of confidence.

He debated in his head for several seconds before he pushed himself back a bit and reached around his waist to the burlap sack that was tied to his waist, which was usually filled with pretty shells or small tools.

He dug around for a spell before his fingers grabbed hold of something and pulled it out to present to you.

In his palm, it appeared to be just a jumble of dark brown cord and three large shiny stones, but as he took his other hand and held it above your head, you gasped in awe.

The necklace was made up of a brown cord that would wrap around the neck in a semi-lose grip with two jet-black stones, both the size of a tooth that deviated at the front. To connect the ends of the necklace together, there was a blood-red stone that would lie flat in the middle of your chest when worn.

You reached up to touch it, but Aonung playfully snatched it away with a smile on his face that he could have used to power the sun.

"Surely you don't want to wear both, they'll clash against each other", he gestured down to the simple brown cord bracelet with the pearl centered on it that Ixa'Tey had made for you with a devilish grin.

You wanted to scorn him and tell him that just because you had picked each other that didn't mean you could hurt the other boy's feelings like that with such a clear sign of implicit rejection.Upon seeing your look of half-entertained critique about his terms of accepting his gift, he shrugged and went to put the necklace back into his side, but you quickly grabbed onto his arm and shouted in protest.

"No wait!" You could feel your blush overtaking your face at the loud plea you let out, which immediately let Aonung know you were fond of the beautiful necklace he had made.He smirked and pulled the necklace back up as if he was holding a fish over an Ilu to try and convenience it to do something it didn't want to.

"You really are a jealous man, you know that?" You huffed as you toyed with the adjustable ends of the bracelet on the other side of your wrist.

"Well, you are mine, aren't you? Everyone should know that, and Ixa'Tey should do better next time he tries to win over me", he spat out the other boy's name as he stared down at the bracelet with a jealous twitch in his eye.

You shook your head with a false frown on your face as your heart soared at the bold declaration of interest and protectiveness over you.

You gave in and slowly, as if you were teasing him, pulled the left cord of the bracelet to let it grow bigger until you slid off the bracelet and held it up between your fingers for him to see.

"Happy?" You sighed as you went to put the bracelet away in your own side sack that you used for carrying snacks and bits you had collected over the years of being outside.

"No, I want you to throw it away", his smirk had turned predatory as he demanded more of you.

"I can't do that!" You yelled. Yes, the bracelet looked abysmal when held up to the beauty of what Aonung had created for you, but it had still been made for you out of the kindness of someone's heart.

"Fine, then perhaps I will find another pretty girl who wants my gift", Aonung gave a mock shrug as he went to leave.

He had just gotten down from the rock and let his hand down to replace the necklace, but you allowed him to push you around with ease for the second time that night.

"Okay, okay!" You jumped up and followed him down to the sand as you quickly ran in front of him to prohibit him from going any further.

He cocked his head to the side with a shit-eating grin on his features that made you desperately want to hide under a rock and never emerge out of fear he would see exactly how his charm affected you.

You took your heel, and right in front of him, you kicked a hole into the beach to cover up the bracelet as he watched on with far too much enjoyment in his eyes.

You had to kick away as much sand as possible before dropping the bangle into the hole that was as deep as your middle finger. You crouched down to the ground, and you could feel Aonung's high spirits at seeing you quite literally on your hands and knees to receive the gift he had created.

You pushed all the sand over it to try and hide the evidence of the gift ever existing, while the shame of going to so much effort only lightly played on your mind as you looked up to see Aonung's eyes glowing with the light of the stars.

His figure was visible with the light of the sky above you, and it made your breath swallow you whole as his smile shocked you back into reality.

"Now can I have my gift", you tried to act as casually as you could with your sandy palm outstretched to take the jewelry off him.

He gently shook his head at your hand, and for a second, you thought he was about to ask you to do something else, but just as you were about to put your foot down, he rolled his eyes and turned his finger in a circle to tell you to twist yourself around.

You gleefully did so, nearly crashing into his chest in your eagerness to accept the jaw-droppingly beautiful offering.

He chuckled as you crouched down slightly to allow him the space he needed to bestow it above your head and onto your neck.

He brought the necklace above your head and brought it down over your skull. You thought he would leave you to adjust the fitting, but he lovingly grabbed as much of your hair as he could and gently pulled it out from under the rope so that it could lay on top of the accessory, and then to your surprise, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder making you shiver.

He ran his finger along the spot where he had kissed, and it took everything you had to pull away from him.

"You are the most beautiful thing Eywa ever created", he cooed to you, the words ringing in your ears.

You turned to him leisurely and let your hands reach down to inspect the necklace with an ecstatic smile on your face that he decided made the several hours of swimming to find the matching stones and violent red crystal worth it.

"I'll wear it forever", you smiled, feeling the love he had put into the work consume you.

"I'm glad you like it", he dared to move closer to you, feeling your breath over his jaw.The feeling that had been with you on the other side of the island all those days ago returned, and while you knew that your parents would be ropeable if they ever found out you proceeded without their blessing, you didn't care.

You closed the gap and pressed your lips against his in the softest peck you could manage, which made Aonung's lungs nearly collapse as he chased after your lips.

The peck was turned into a passionate kiss as he tilted his head to press his open lips against yours. The feeling of his soft, plump lips under your own made the whole planet turn on its head as you desperately pulled him closer so you two could deepen this kiss.

When the natural end of the kiss came, and you both pulled back, you could see his lips were hooded over with a glaze of mirth, and his lips were damp from your spit.

You wanted to thank him for the gift and the kiss, but you could only seem to get out stutters of noise which made him let out a breathy chuckle that wasn't quite teasing and sent an erotic wave of desire through your stomach.

"If that's all it takes to get a kiss from you, I'll give you something every week", he brought you forward and pressed his forehead against yours in a repeat of what happened last week.

You placed one hand on his chest while the other clutched onto the red crystal of your necklace. The feeling of his heart racing beneath your palm made your erotic needs die out, and your snarky habits emerged.

"I don't think your heart could take a kiss from me every week", you laughed as you tapped your finger over his chest in time with his heart, showing that it was going quite quickly.

He pulled back from you with a roll of his eyes as he stuck his heavy bicep over your shoulder and made you carry the dead weight as he guided you both back to the pods.

"That's enough out of you girl, come on, keep up, how are you going to be Tsahik if you can't even carry my arm?" He was taking great pleasure in watching you struggle to lift the arm off your back that was too heavy for you to raise.

"How will you be chief when all your muscle is in your arms rather than your brain?" You chortled back as he laughed and took the weight off you, instead enveloping you in a side hug as you two wandered back home.

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fl3shm4id3n · 7 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ! ᴛᴀᴠ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is described to have white hair and lilac eyes, medieval misogany and themes, biting scene, slight angst but fluff towards the end.

A/N: I miss writing about my Targaryen! reader, I almost didn't have anything to wite for this, but I tried, hope ya'll like it. I might make a part two to this. Any feedback in appreciated.

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You had run away from King's Landing, you hated the Royalty life and you knew that if you remained there, things would get worse. So you left, as much as you wanted to take Bloodfyre, you didn't. You didn't want for something to happen to him, so you left him behind. You had gone wherever the boat you boarded has taken you. That happened a year ago, but now things seemed to be fine, for now.

Except, you had a tadpole in your head, that was making you have dark urges and you had to find the Emperor and stop these Tadpoles from doing anymore harm. You manage to find yourself a group of people, who joined you on your quest to find this Mindflayer, soon after came Astarion. Your first impression was a bit off, he literally had a knife to your throat and threatened to kill you but he didn't. That was a strange encounter, now he too was a part of the party.

He was a very interesting person. He is very charming and charismatic as well as cheeky. He just knew his way around words. Astarion had began to show an interest in you. It felt a bit weird, but you didn't think much of it. Back home everyone wanted to be with a Targaryen, due to you having different features than most and because you can tame dragons. Back home, a lot of suiters wanted to marry you, one because you were a princess and two because you'd give them heirs with Targaryen features, that's another reason why you hated being royalty. It was no secret that despite being a princess and all, you'd be seen as an object of power and you'd have no say to anything. You job was to stay quiet, obey your husband and squeeze out heirs, well, that was no longer in your mind.

But Astarion was a whole new different story, he actually showed some genuine interest in you. He didn't try to kiss your ass to gain your trust, he was actually trying on getting to know you. That was something new. It felt a bit flattering, knowing that someone was genuinely into you despite who you were and what your name was. But he would make comments, asking why you'd have a three headed dragon on your cape and why you had gold, plus ruby earrings with a matching necklace, which were a target of getting them stolen, which you'd brush off and ignore the question.

That night you were squirming in your sleep, all you could see if fire and hearing the roars of your dragon. As if he was trying to call out to you. Then you opened your eyes, to see Astarion about to bite you. He opened his eyes and backed up. "Shit." He said, you quickly got up and faced him. "No no, It's not what it looks like, I swear." He said, almost frightened. "I... I wasn't going to hurt you." He said, breathing heavily. "I Just needed... well, blood." He finally spit it out, still nervously.

As you looked closely, you saw how his pupils were wide, in need and his fangs on display. Then you grabbed a stick near by. "What are you.." he stopped as he watched you snap it and half and pointed the now broken part of the stick at him. "Oh no! There's no need for that!" He scolded you as he smacked the stick out of your hand. "How long has it been since you killed someone? Days? Hours?" you accused him, a bit upset by him trying to bite you earlier. "I've never killed anyone!" he said, getting defensive. "Well.. not for food." He admitted. "I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds. Whatever I could get, it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so... weak." He explained, seeming guilty in a way.

"If I just had a little blood. I could think cleanlier. Fight better. Please?" He asked. You then took this the wrong way. "Oh... so you want me for my Valyrian blood is it?" you asked him, getting a bit offended by this. "What?" he asked confused. "So that was your plan? Make me trust you and fall at your feet so that you can have a taste of my blood!? Is that it!?" You asked him, getting mad. "What on earth are you talking about?" He asked, now even more confused by your sudden accusations. "Don't play dumb! You only want to drink my Valyrian blood! You want to get a taste of a Targaryen don't you!? Is that it!?" You asked, not getting agressive.

"Targaryen? What on earth is a Targaryen!?" He asked, then you felt like your face fell. "You don't know who I am? I'm a Targaryen princess, or at least was." You explained. "Whoa, darling I didn't know who they are and what you are talking about." He explained, now you felt a bit embarrassed. He had no idea who you were and you had basically blurted out your secret to him. "I did catch that you were a princess?" He asked, with a cheeky grin. You then sigh. "You know what, I'll let you drink you drink my blood and I'll explained everything to you afterwards, deal?" You asked him. All Astarion did was nod with a smile on his face.

After allowing Astarion to drink your blood. You were sitting on your bedroll which was next to his. "So, please explained to me, why you nearly went hysterical on me dear." He asked. "And I apologies for that." You added, then you sighed, rubbing your hand onto the area where he bit you. "Well, due to the History of Targaryen's having different features and taming dragons, many noble houses want to marry a Targaryen. One for power and two, because we have the ability to tame dragons." You explained to him. "Oh? That explained, and here I thought you were a being from the moon, due to your white hair and lilac eyes." He said with a chuckle. Also making you chuckle.

"But tell me, why did you leave your life of royalty behind? Was being a princess not all as it seemed?" He asked. "Depends on who you asked. I was basically born to be an object, my whole role is to be quiet, obey my husband and squeeze out as many heirs, boys." You added. "It was tiring you know, not being able to make my own choices, I was always told to follow my role and due everything that would please the people. Who probably don't even care about me or anyone in the palace." You told him. All Astarion could do was just listen to you. Hearing your story on why you left behind your life of royalty.

"Not only that, but my mother and grandsir are as bad as anyone that I know. My grandfather basically told my mother to seduce my father right after his wife and son had died instead of letting him properly grief, but law is law. They're not good people, my grandsire wants power, and he'd mostly use his grandchildren to get what he wants." You told him. "Wait, you have other siblings?" He asked. I nodded. "Three brother, a sister and a half sister." You told him, he only hummed in response. "Yeah, a bunch of weirdos if you ask me." You added. It was quiet for a moment, then Astarion spoke. "Well, as strange as it may sound, if that didn't happen, you would've never excited, and I am happy you're here!" he admitted.

You looked at him with shock in your eyes. You never expected him to say something like that. "Oh.. well..." You didn't know how to respond to that. Astarion chuckled, seen the flattered look on your face. "Although, you may not be a princess anymore, you're the princess I'd gladly bow down to." He said, almost cheeky, making you even more flattered.

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drarryspecificrecs · 6 months

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2023.11 ~ Top 5 longest fics posted on AO3

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►Alternate universes never seem as real as our own. Draco felt no differently. He never questioned whether, in a far-off knot of space, he started hating Harry Potter at eleven and never stopped. All he knew was that here and now, it was unthinkable not to love him. /// This is Draco’s story from eleven to seventeen, should the flap of a butterfly’s wing change fate just enough to coax him down a different path.

2. Recursion by @tessacrowley [E, 132k]

►A process is recursive when it defines or contains itself; e.g., the Fibonacci sequence, which determines the next number as the sum of the previous two. But not all recursive processes are mathematical. Recursion can happen in a temporal context when, for instance, the powerful magical force that is true love drags you back in time so it can create itself, endangering the fate of the Wizarding World—not to mention the very fabric of space and time—along the way.

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Hard to get (part 1)

Neteyam (19) x Metkayina reader(18)

Summary: There is a new family that has washed up on the shores of the Metkayina clan. Y/n, the oldest child of Tonowari and Ronal, must take the responsibility of helping the sully children learn their ways. However, she might fall for a certain someone in the process.

Warnings: Just fluff kinda

As the eldest daughter of tonowari and ronal, y/n dreaded the favor her father asked of her when the sullys arrived.

“No! I can’t father. I’m supposed to be leading the hunt party in a few, on top of training the new hunters in the clan tonight.After that I have to help mother with preparing the feast. I cannot be everywhere at once. This is too much pressure for me to handle” you express to your father.

“ I know my child, but I need you to squeeze the sully children into your day. They have to learn our ways” tonowari pleads

“But father,I have to tend to my other responsibilities, this is too much on my plate as of now” y/n says through a clinched jaw looking down at the patterns of the woven mat in her families shared living quarters.

“You are my eldest child, my most responsible. Tsireya and Aunoung will pick up the slack, but I need you to be the overseer” tonowari lays his hand gently on your shoulder.

Y/n understood that as the eldest child, she had more responsibilities than her younger siblings. Although she loved to help her people, she hated this pressure.

Y/n sighs “yes sir, I will get on it”. You nod your head swiftly as you turn to walk out.

“Hi!!! Can you help me find my brothers? I lost them…or they lost me actually” a soft voice says, looking up at your strong beautiful stature.

It was the youngest daughter of the sully kids. She smiles up at you with her doughy eyes.

“Wooowww!!! You’re so pretty” she looks up at you like you were a goddess.

Among being one of the best hunters, you were also the most sought out women in your clan. The eldest daughter of a great warrior, and healer. You were beautiful, strong, loyal, and cared so much for your people.You were at the top of the food chain. Once you turned 18, you were getting possible suiters left and right. None that caught your eye. You were content with the idea of being alone because you knew you didn’t need anyone to protect you. If you were going to find a mate, it was going to be someone you wanted, not who you needed.

“Th-thank you, what is your name little one” you say bending down to eye level with the young girl.

“Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!!” She smiles

“Of course…tuk. That’s a really pretty name for a really pretty girl.” You smile and cup her cheek

“So” you stand up and cross your arms. “You’ve lost your brothers huh??”

Tuk nods sadly

“It is alright, I will help you find them, yeah?” You hold your hand out for Tuk to grab it.

She chuckles and takes you hand as you guys walk away.

After about 20 minutes, you and Tuk walk by the shore. You spot her brothers play fighting in the shallow parts of the ocean.

“Yo!! Bro, I can’t breathe!” The younger of the two says.

“Maybe that will teach you not to test me” the oldest one chuckles as he’s about to slams his brother in the ocean for the 2nd time.

They are too busy fighting to realize that you and Tuk are standing directly in-front of them.

“UMM…hi” you shout, still holding Tuks hand.

They immediately stop in your presence. Just staring at you which creates an awkward silence.

You break the silence:

“I have someone who belongs to you” you hold tuks hand up, as she laughs.

The younger brother smiles awkwardly

“HAHAHA….ha. I- I’m, umm” the youngest one stumbles on his words as you glare at him coldly, titling your head.

“TUK,where have you been????!!! we’ve been looking everywhere for you hahaha!!!!…we really have….” the youngest one says as he wipes water out of his face.

“How do you MISPLACE….a child? You were NOT looking for her! EITHER OF YOU” you say through gritted teeth as you squat infront of the youngest son.

The youngest sully brother is frightened, as he gulps loudly, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Hey hey hey, easy…easy. I’m sorry, ok?” The youngest one says as he puts his hands up to block whatever you were about to do to him.

“Tis not a JOKE! she could have gotten hurt!” You hiss.

You didn’t like people at the best of time, because you never knew their true intentions. You were a great help to your people, and you would protect them at all cosst, but you didn’t trust many. A child is innocent, not able to do for themselves. You would shield a child with your life.

“I- it was my fault” the oldest one says as he puts his hands infront of his brother to shield him from your wrath.

You slowly turn your head towards the oldest.

You get really close to him, to the point were you can feel his irregular breathing on the tip of your nose. You can hear his heart beat. You can practically smell his fear.

You tilt your head and look him up and down. You get really close to his ear.

“Yeah…it is YOUR FAULT. As the oldest, you are supposed to look after your siblings. You had NO IDEA where she was” you say in a low, eerie tone.

His breathing hitches as you back away to look at the two collectively.

“What are your names” she says as she stands up slowly, not breaking eye contact from the oldest.

“Neteyam” he says clearly.

“Lo’ak” the younger one says as his head hangs in disappointment.

“Well…lo’ak and neteyam. Here is you sister back” you smile sarcastically.

They stand up, as Tuk walks over to them. Grabbing neteyams right hand.

You walk slowly towards the middle of the two brothers as you stand facing them. You stop directly in between them and eye them both. They are towering you as they both scan your body

“Let’s try NOT lose her again…or there will be no talking next time” you say in a monotone voice as shift your eye contact between the both of them.

The brothers knew what an important asset you were to the clan, and what a great warrior in training and hunter you were. So they knew that wasn’t a threat, but a promise.

“Goodbye now” is all you say as you turn away and walk off.

The two boys look at each other, and then at you, swaying your full hips as you walk off.

You stop in your tracks and turn back running to give Tuk a hug.

“Come find me if you get lost…. again” you say to her as you look up to hiss at the two boys.

“Ok y/n!!! Bye” as she waves while you walk away.

“Thank you…” the two boys startle themselves as they have seemed to be in sync with there gratification.

You don’t acknowledge them, however, and continue to walk away.

The next morning, you are helping your mother organize her healing supplies, which you rarely ever do. Ronal was just happy to spend time with you since you are always busy. However, she knows that this isn’t like you. You were a hunter, a warrior in training. You wanted to be healed from a rough battle, not the healer.

“Y/n, I must ask, why are you of such assistance this morning?” She asked with a smirk

“You know mother, I just really wanted to spend time with you, that is all.” You try to sound convincing, but you’re not a good liar

“Cut the act, aren’t you supposed to be overseeing the sully children’s training with Aunoung and tsireya at this time?” She asked as she mixes the yalnabark in a wooden bowl.

“Mother, I do not want to. Let me hide in here with you please!?” You say as you hug your mother tightly around her shoulders

She chuckles loudly causing you to as well. You go back to your original seat on the floor.

“Enough, your father gave you a job, and you gave him your word. How do you want to run this clan, and you cannot do this simple task? Hmm?”

You talked to your mother about everything, so she was the only one who knew your desire to become leader of the clan someday. She believed that you could do it even though she likes to stick to tradition.

“There is no way that father would let me run the clan anyway. The next in line will be Aunoung” you say in a defeated voice with your head hung down.

“If you do this, without arguments, I will talk to your father. I believe that you would make a great leader, but you have to do the hard work. You have to work harder than your brother if you want to prove your worthiness.No more complaining” she glares at you

“Oh mother! Would you really talk to him? Oh Thank you thank you” you cheer hugging your mother once again before you bolt out of the tent.

She laughs at your speed “SLOW DOWN my mighty warrior!!” She chuckles under her breath and shakes her head.

You walk towards the shore, as you noticed the training has started

“Y/n!!!!!” Tuk yells making everyone look up at you. She runs towards you as you pick her up and swing her once.

“Hey Tuk!!! Have you gotten bigger since yesterday girl???” You put her down and look at her with your hand on your chin

She burst out into laughter as you take her hand and walk towards the others. She runs to take her spot in between Lo’ak and Neteyam

“Ahhh!!! Finally!! The MIGHTY WARRIOR is here. So nice of you to join us!” Aunoung says sarcastically, as he claps in slow motion walking towards you.

“Well as long as you know who the REAL warrior is” you shoot him a death stare as you tilt your head. The group tries to hold in their laughs,but fail.

You high five (well high four) tsireya, as she laughs at the witty comeback.

“Alright, chill out” Aunoung shushes you

“We told them the rules before we took them out for training” tsireya says with a polite smile.

You place your arm around Tsireya’s shoulder.

“Well let’s get started shall we?” You say as you stare at the group. Aunoung pulls you and Tsireya in for a brief sibling meeting

“We were thinking of splitting them up, so we can get more one on one time, it will make the training go quicker” Aunoung says as the sullys talk amongst themselves.

“Yes! that is a good idea baby bro, who do you guys want to take?” You ask your siblings.

“I was thinking I take Kiri” Aunoung says

“I wanted to take Tuk” says tsireya

“So that meansss…” Aunoung dips his head at you with a smirk.

“No…” you say with a straight face.

“Come on y/n, we’re supposed to be working together here” Aunoung pleads

You stare up at him, and then back at the 2 boys who were staring at you the whole time, but immediately shy away at your cold gaze. They are frighten of you based on your guys last encounter

“Come onnnn, they’re both Skxawngs! At least take one of them” you whine to Aunoung.

“Fine, I’ll take lo’ak” he growls.

“Ok perfect, let’s get started” Tsireya smiles and walks over to Tuk.

“Hey Tuk, do you want to learn how to ride an ilu?” Tsireya questions

“YES!! IM SO EXCITED” she jumps up

“Ok let’s go find you one!!” She hold her hand out for Tuk and they walk into the water.

“Hey kiri…you’re with me” Aunoung says smiling

“Who picked these groups?” Kiri says as the rolled her eyes

“We’ll have fun, trust me” he holds his hand out for Kiri to grab but she gets up on her own walking into the water.

“UMM HELLO??? Aren’t you forgetting something brother?” You point at lo’ak

“Oh yeah, him too” he smiles sarcastically as lo’ak stands, and walks into the water with Aunoung.

“We got beef bro?” Lo’ak says with open arms as the pair disappears into the water.

Neteyam finally stands, trying his best to avoid eye contact, but he can’t. You have the most beautiful ocean eyes.

“Stop that” you stand taller to intimate him

“Stop what?” He says with a smirk, yet confused by your comment

“Trying to stare into my soul” you say as you

slowly walk closer to him.

“I-I’m sorry, my apologies” he stares at you once more creating an awkward silence as you two get lost In each others eyes.

“So…umm, how did you slee-“ Neteyam started but was quickly cut off.

“NO.” You break his sentence as you dart into the water.

He chuckles as he follows you, not keeping his

eyes off of you.

Hey guyssss! I’m new here so show me some love❤️. I hope you guys liked the story. I’m thinking about making this a series, so let me know if you guys want a part 2!!! Also, my suggestions are open if you guys want stories tailored to your imagination. Bye for now!!

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blues824 · 1 year

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I have requested for the female rook normally a elegant vill comes after that image vill in the remarried empress.

👑Her being the most beautiful person.

(im sorry navier but it's just for the story I find you still beautiful. )

🦚She was found in the forest by sovieshit and him wanting to have her as his second mistress only for the vill reader to be offended because she is qween not some women who sleeps with another person who she is not married to .

👑Her being friends with navier and helping her with her skincare and beauty regement( because she deserves it ) I see the vill being navier lady in waiting and her being responsible for her dresses and makeup.

🦚Her totally not liking rattrash and her behaviour because she is not elegant like her or navier her scolding rattrash most of the time because of her behaviour (she can cry all she want to sovieshit but he wants her so hard to the 2d concubine he ignores it )

(honestly rattrash is a waste of beauty )

👑Her using her using her model and acting career to live in the eastern empire and her just becoming a trend starter.

🦚How whoud they react to her perfect potion making or her like 20+ beauty routine and and her almost having to whole room filled with gifts and skincare from suiters sending her it every day form suiters .

Preface: There was a myth of a beautiful witch hidden in the forest. Those who saw you were smitten by your beauty, but only those fortunate enough to be on your good side got to experience your kindness.

Sovieshu

When he found you in the forest, he was drawn in by your ethereal beauty. Oh, he was absolutely in love. He didn’t care if you were a witch because it just added to the tabooness of it all, and he was living for it. As he had your arm wrapped in his while walking you back to his palace, he asked if you would like to become his mistress.

This caused you to stop and stare at him in shock and disgust. You were offended, to say the least. You refused with a cold stare as you unraveled your arm from his, but before you completely pulled away he grabbed your hand in his and begged for you to think about it. You let out a scoff of annoyance and pulled your hand away before walking to the palace yourself.

As you both arrived, you saw Navier and she seemed annoyed by Sovieshu. You gave a curtsy and explained that Sovieshu had caught you in the forest while you were collecting herbs for a potion, and he asked you to be his mistress to which you said no because you just met the guy. Also, you didn’t sleep with married men because that was just rude.

The Emperor was heartbroken at this, but you just gave him a cold glare as you went with the Empress to be fixed up. This man had never been told no since he was the most powerful person in the Eastern Empire, so please excuse him if he is begging you to be his second mistress for a while.

Rashta

She first met you when Sovieshu brought you to the castle. Well… more like he was walking with you, but he didn’t bring you anywhere. You even scolded him and said that you should place a curse on him for even suggesting you be his mistress, since he already had another mistress and a wife.

The young lady had never been so shocked but so relieved, and so angry that her lover would do such a thing as betray her for a woman he had just met (sounds familiar…). She had to admit that you were beautiful, but you stole Sovieshu’s heart as well as the possibility for her to move up in society.

However, you were able to quickly become friends with Navier, which Rashta found completely infuriating because the two of you together had too much power. You were a renowned witch after all, and Navier was the Empress. She was intimidated by the two of you.

Every single time she tried to talk to you, you just walked away and didn’t give her the time of day (read that out loud and it rhymes). The worst part is that she couldn’t really do anything like cry to Sovieshu because he was still in love with you. You reminded her of the current Empress, with your cold, heartless stare.

Navier

She had also met you when you arrived at the castle with Sovieshu, and she liked you already because you were angry at him. She knew the two of you would get along great, and she harbored no harsh feelings against you because you were ‘proposed’ to since it wasn’t your fault.

You both were a lot alike: cold, kind to those you like, beautiful, etc. So, it was no wonder as to why the both of you became close after just a short amount of time. You both were also highly influential and powerful. So, she made you a noble and a popular dressmaker as well as a model so that she could raise money for poorer children to go through the Academy with fair educational opportunities. This was with your permission, of course.

Often, you both acted like young girls because you loved spending time with one another. Since being the wife of Sovieshu as well as the Empress of the Eastern Empire was stressful, you offered to pour her tea and try out different skincare products that offered an extended youthful glow as well as feature enhancement.

No one was surprised (but Sovieshu was upset) that you got letters and gifts from a multitude of suitors, and only one of them caught your attention. You had talked about it to Navier, and found out that the suitor that you were interested in was her brother. It was later that night that you responded to Kosair’s letter, accepting him as your lover and eventually as your husband.

Heinrey

You were a popular model as well as dressmaker, and you had your own skincare line. Of course he has heard of you because even Krista purchased some. There were stores that sold your products all over the world, and you gained worldwide popularity.

However, he found out that you were close to Navier because one night, when he flew in as Queen, he found the two of you enjoying tea together as you discussed your suitors. He was surprised to see you, even more so when you understood his squawks. However, as he told you how he felt for the Empress, you were intrigued and agreed to keep his secret.

You were an ally of the two, often using your own popularity to help as you announced that you were moving your headquarters to the Western Kingdom when Navier confirmed her plan to marry Heinrey. He was happy to see that you were on their side, and you told him how Sovieshu tried to ask you to be his mistress, so obviously you were on their side.

Now, while you were moving your headquarters, it wasn’t just to help the newlyweds. Part of it was, but the majority of it was because your fiance was exiled. You loved him, so you asked Heinrey if you could go there as well to marry Kosair, and he gladly agreed. After all, it would do good to get his future brother-in-law to like him.

Bonus: Kosair

He had seen you around town since you were a well-known model, and he thought you were absolutely breath-taking. He figured that there would be a chance that you would accept him because he was the Empress’s brother, but he was surprised that it was the way he wrote his letter that caught your attention.

You both had met officially in the royal garden of the Imperial Palace, and that is where you both found out you were a match made in Heaven. He made you laugh and feel appreciated in a way that no one besides Navier had made you feel before. The kiss he placed upon the back of your hand made you flush a little, and you knew that you made the right choice.

When he got exiled, he wrote you a long-winded but sweet-hearted letter detailing that he was leaving the Eastern Empire because of Sovieshu (which made you angry). So, you got permission from Heinrey to move there as well. You made quick preparations and couldn’t contain the excitement you felt.

Once you had arrived, Kosair was waiting for you. He opened the carriage door and helped you out, pulling you into a hug and a kiss. While it was scandalous to do that, neither of you cared at that moment. He was happy to feel your soft hands upon his face, and you were happy to hold him once again.

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cheynovak · 2 months

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Forbidden Hearts Part 2

Soldier Boy x F/Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Family trauma, abuse, smut, losing virginity, +18

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 7400

Make sure to read Part 1 of this story

*Does not follow The Boys storyline!*

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Y/N and Ben (Soldier boy) both grew up in South Philly. Ben’s father took an interest in Y/N’s mother a few years after her father died. By the time they made their relationship public both you and Ben were young teens. As young kids you two saw each other as siblings but the more time they spend time together, the more Ben realised his feelings weren’t normal sibling love. But what happens when Y/N reaches the age where her mother wants to find a good suiter for her only daughter.

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1941

Ben’s father completely ignored his son after the events that happened 5years ago. In his eyes his son had taken one step too far. Being the disgrace he was, causing Y/N to send to an all-girl boarding school. According to her mother to regain her manners and learn the values of society.

Ben’s father pretended to the outside world that Ben needed to learn the values of life by working in a factory. While in real life he cut all connections to his son, even financially, if it was up to him, Ben had to move out, considering he was an adult know.

Y/N’s mother pleaded for him to stay, not because she cared, no, what would the society think?

These events made Ben day drink more and more, just to cope with the humiliation. It started with sneaking liquor out of his father’s cabinet to staying at the bar with his coworkers, drinking till he had to work again.

Only coming home to sleep once in a while but leave before anyone could see him and the state that he was in.

Ben walked out of the bar, noticing a neat woman standing a crossed the street, holding small purse in front of her flowery dress, too drunk to realise it was Y/N, but sober enough to think this wasn’t a place for a respectable woman to wander around.

His friend and co-corker Carlos whistled at her, which made Ben laughed, while he kept walking, almost late for his first shift.

“Is that how you let your friends threat me, Benjamin?” You spoke in a sweet voice, Ben stopped. Carlos eyes got wide, slapping Ben on his shoulder, “you know this lady?” - “Birdy?” he whispered under his breath. Afraid to turn around.

It had been ages since he heard your sweet voice. Part from the dreams he had when he was blacked out in his room.

Once he did turn around, he saw his ears didn’t deceive him. “Birdy!” he walked fast towards you. Glad to see you came home.

You noticed his physique had changed, he looked tired, skinnier but when his arms wrapped around you, you could still feel the strength in them.

You could smell the alcohol and dirt on him, a huge contrast to the Ben you last saw. “How are you?” You ask while being overwhelmed by his hug, barley answering it. He felt your awkwardness and slightly loosened up. “I’m ok, how are you?”

Ben looked her up and down, wondering what changed in you, you still looked the same. Part from being 5 years older. Clearly developed all the right female curves. “I am good.” you smile polite, looking at the man a crossed the street who were staring at the two of you.

“Where have you been? I thought you’d come home after 4 years?” Ben asked, pulling your attention back to him.

“Well, I met someone.” This clearly took Ben by surprise. “In an all-girl school?” You point to the car waiting “Frank my fiancé is the son of one of the teachers. We met during school, he is the reason I stayed a little longer.” You could see the shock on his face.

“I wrote about him, didn’t mom tell you?” - “No, eh I haven’t seen anyone at home in a while.” You thought about those words for a second. “Work.” he added shy.

Realising you wrote about Frank over months ago, he never not once had a family diner since then? “Well, he is coming over tonight for dinner. Why don’t you join us? Get to know him?” You asked hopeful.

“Yeah, why not.” His answer made you smile. “I have to work now. But I’ll be there tonight.” Giving you a small peck on your cheek, which leaves you flustered. While the men on the street started to tease Ben as he rejoined them.

Your gloved hand moved over the spot his lips just touched. You still felt the stubble of his unshaved beard lingering on your skin. God give me strength to fight this. You heard the car horn honk, which made you move toward it while still looking back.

That evening you and Frank sat next to each other, your mother and stepfather on each side of the table. It was late, your hope on seeing Ben were gone. The men talked about politics while your mother kept rambling on about the newest fashion in Philly, since you were gone for so long.

Your mind drifted back to Ben,

It has been so long since you two saw each other. Why wouldn’t he join us? Maybe he is mad I didn’t write to him.

He must understand that the situation we got in wasn’t healthy. Maybe he took a night shift, maybe he is working. Yes, that is probably it.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to know you anymore. No, he was glad he saw you this morning.

Maybe he was just too drunk, he looked waisted and unhealthy. He was slim, almost skinny, looking tired like a drunk old man in a young body.

“Benjamin! What a surprise.” Your mother’s words pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning towards Ben. “Y/N invited me, I’m sorry I’m late, I had no idea what time dinner began.” His father turned his head like he smelled something disgusting. He greeted your mom like he saw her every week.

Your heart clenched in your chest. Ben took the time to clean up. You wanted to give him a polite hug, but he pulled you in just a little too tight. His scent filled your nose, a mixture of cologne with vanilla and tabaco... It reminded you of... home.

One of his hands held you under your shoulders the other a little lower on her back, moving down. his fingers moved over to where the curve of your behind started, back over your hip, he kneaded softly when he pulled himself away, looking in your eyes.

Leaving you startled, again.

5 years... 5 years you worked to bury all the feelings you had. Was it easy no, but you were able to manage. You learned how a woman should behave. And with one touch he opened the lock.

You thought you were strong enough to hide the past, but Ben was, no is still your forbidden fruit.

You could see in his eyes he felt the same way. For a second the room went dark. Seeing nothing but his green eyes staring in yours, when he broke contact, he asked. “And who is this?”

His words pulled you back. “Frank meet Benjamin, our oldest.” You mother introduced him like he was your brother. Giving you a look while the men shook hands. “ Frank is Y/N’s fiancé.” She added, making a statement. “Oh really.” He looked surprised at you, knowing very well who Frank is.

“Benjamin, why don’t you take a seat, I’ll let Sheila bring a plate.” The man that sat in front of you looked nothing like the man you saw this morning. Frank and his father picked up the conversation, every time Frank wanted to include Ben his dad made sure he cut if off.

Frank noticed the awkwardness between the two men. And you noticed how Ben’s manner started to slip away every time he asked Sheila to fill up his glass. “Thank you darling.” He winked at her. Ben’s eyes kept looking in your direction while you tried to avoid eye contact.

“So.” Ben started, “Why didn’t any of you told me Y/N was engaged, or coming home?” he took yet another gulp of his glass. “Benjamin, darling you were nearly never home.” Your mother tried to hush him. Ben smirked.

“ The only reason for me to stay was taken away from me, let’s see about 5 years ago. By you if I recall correctly." He bit towards your mother.

“Ben!” You interfered “No no, Birdy. It is true, my dad won’t even look at me, for what... happened.” his eyes glanced over to Frank who had no idea where this drama came from.

“Your mother never kept me up to date on your wellbeing, neither one cared where I’ve been all this time, when I came home, or if I even had a decent meal.” He looked at his father and then back at your mom. “And when I do pop up, because you visited me at work and were so polite to ask me for diner. She pretends her long lost son came home.”

“Guess what sweetheart, you hated me from the moment you laid your eyes on me. Afraid I would soil your perfect little daughter, I was the fucking devil in disguise.” He stood up and kept rambling his frustrations towards your mother.

“The one who ruined your perfect daughter for society. While all I did was let her live! Take her away from this fucking golden cage! I helped her breath while you were suffocating her.” He slammed his hand on the table.

“Benjamin!” You stood up as well “That is enough!” - “Oh, not nearly!” he matched your tone. “Look at you! Pretending you're someone you're not, with a man you don’t even love.” - “How dare you! I grew up Ben, while you got drunk, I turned my life around, how about you?”

“Oh my life did turn!” Ben walked around the table, slightly more aggressive than he meant, knocking a chair down.

“Look at you! You look like an up-tide bitch from the exact same society we used to hate! This entire evening you, not once, gave Frank the look I know you give when you care for someone, love someone. This entire act of yours is a facade, a lie to convince yourself you are a proper young woman ready to get knocked up to fucking ruin her life!”

He took a breath.

“Ready to play the whore of a nice aristocratic man.”

*Smack*

The anger inside you made your hand hit the side of his cheek. His head slightly turned away, he blinked a few times before looking back at you. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” he took in your words.

He nodded slowly, you could see the anger in his eyes dime. “Look me in the eye and tell me you truly love him. Tell me you want nothing to do with me and I leave.”

“You know I will never turn my back to you Ben, but the way you just acted is not ok. I asked you tonight to meet my fiancé, not to blame our parents for all that went wrong. I won’t let you ruin my relationship.” He took a step closer “That’s not an answer.”

“That is all I can give you, Ben.” his hand moved a piece of hair out of your face. You tried so hard not to lean into his touch. His hand stayed at the back of your head. While his lips touched your hair softly. “Bye Birdy.” He whispered.

You couldn’t hold back a deep breath while you felt his touch, your eyes were still closed when you felt his body move passed you.

You saw the horror in your mother’s eyes before your own vision blurred with tears.

By the time you turned around he was already gone. You decided to help Sheila in the kitchen not ready to discuss all that had happened here. But Frank needed answers. He walked in the kitchen asking Sheila to leave you two for a second.

“Benjamin is not your brother... is he?” Frank asked while he stood behind you. Your kept looking at the dishes afraid to look him in the eye. “No, our parents married when we were teens.” - “And he was kind of the rebel of the family?” - “He had a hard time when his mother died.”

Frank hummed. “And you fell for the bad boy?” - “No” You thought about your next words carefully. “I fell for my best friend.” turning back to Frank. “He made me smile, something I hadn’t done since my dad died.”

You could see that Frank didn’t shame you. He listened and asked, two things that made you like him. You knew he was a good man. “I had hoped Ben had changed. Grown up.” - “It seems that he still cares for you. Thinking you’re the same girl you were when you left.” Frank stated while he pulled you in a hug.

You couldn’t help yourself but to think that although Frank is sweet and caring, his hugs don’t have the same healing quality as Ben’s had. Your sorrow didn’t melt away like they used to years ago. Sure he was kind, sweet and caring. But was that enough for you?

“Sweety, I knew I wasn’t your first love.” Frank pulled you back “And I won’t ask you to compare us to what you had, nor will I ask you to forget your past. But I ask you to be honest to yourself, to me.” He kissed your head.

“And know, if you chose us, I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

Later that night you were laying in your old bed, in your old room thinking about all that had happened tonight. How lucky you had to be that Frank didn’t leave you after that, how much patience he had, when you heard a stumble in the hall.

You got out of bed and walked to the grand hall, standing at the top of the stair in a silk robe that covered your night gown. Seeing Ben waisted trying to get up the stairs. He stopped walking when he noticed you looking at him.

“I-it’s late... what are you doing up.” Ben asked you, walking back up. “You woke me.” you lied. At first you thought he would just walk past you, but he seemed to change his mind midway and turned back to you. “Where is prince charming?” - “Home.” You ignored the sarcasm in his voice. He seemed to like that answer.

Ben moved closer walking you back against the wall. “Does that mean you two didn’t... do the deed yet?” Your eyes widened, cheeks blushing. He waited a little for an answer that never came, while his eyes roamed your body, his eyes lingered on your curves, without shame.

“Ben...” was all you could whisper flustered unable to form a real answer. His arms locked you in between him and the wall. His lips moved to your ear. “If I had known that this would have happened to us, I wouldn’t held back that night.” He whispered with a hoars voice.

You couldn’t hold back the shiverers breath leaving your mouth, his lips moved over your cheekbones. He didn’t kiss you, but you could feel his lips move on your skin. His head touched yours.

He held his eye closed “I think of that night, all the time.” Ben’s hand cupped your face, making you look in his eyes. You could see the heat had darkened his eyes. “I really wanted to make you mine that night.” His lips closed in on yours. “I still want to.” he said almost soundless.

“Ben please don’t.”

He heard the fear in your voice. You weren’t afraid to kiss him, you weren’t scared of him. No, you were scared of yourself, of the passion you felt for him. Afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold back and throw away all you had worked for over these years.

His eyes asked the question he didn’t spoke. “You promised me my first time would be special.” He grinned, using his own words against him. “Match point Birdy.” His lips left a soft peck on the temple of your head. “Goodnight.”

You stood there, the heat still roaming your body. Unable to move as you watch him walking to the room next to you. You had no idea how long you stared at the closed door before you stood in front of it.

You knocked twice before he opened the door, you immediately noticed Ben had already removed his shirt and shoes. “I can’t give you want you want you know that right?” He smiled his boyish grin, the one that made your heart fluster.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Your lips crashed on to his, your body melted against him. His hands roamed your body, kneaded at the curves he admired minutes ago as he guided you into his room. The air filled with heavy breaths and soft moans.

Your body moved on autopilot, kissing his lips, nipping his neck, finger slightly pulling and scratching the back of his head. Ben sat down on the end of the bed, he took of your robe, lifting your gown so you could straddle his thighs.

Ben was already hard, you could feel it against your silk panties. His hands pulling and kneading on your hips and behind. The grinding feeling him against your heated core made you moan out his name and pull his head closer to your chest as your head falls back.

“Fuck Birdy, keep moaning like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”

He kissed your neck and moved over to the top of your breasts. His hands moved the straps. He looked for your permission before he pulled them down, admiring you. “So beautiful.” He looked flustered when he cupped them, twisting your already hardened nipples soft between his thumb and index.

His lips moved down, kissed just the top one breast before moving over to the other. Your eyes still closed while your fingers tugged on his hair. He took you by surprise when he took a nipple in his mouth.

Making you grind your hips out of pleasure moaning his name again. Causing him to growl under his breath. Turning you over to lay down on the bed underneath him. “Look at you, so needy, so hot.” You could feel his hands move in between your thighs.

You hold back his hand when he almost touched your core. Part ashamed of the wetness that had formed in between your legs, part unsure what would happen next. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.” He kissed your lips. “It won’t hurt.”

Your hand let’s go of his wrist, nodding slow, giving in to his touch. His fingers moved over the wet silk before they moved inside your panties. His fingers moved through your wet folds, spreading the wetness before he found the bundle of nerves and moved in circles.

“Oh Ben...” You back arched at his touch, knees moving not knowing how to cope with the sudden pleasure. “You like it?” Oh he knew you liked it, he could see how your body acted, how he made your body act.

You nodded rapidly while looking needy at him. “Good... don’t hold back Birdy, let me hear how much you like it.” One finger dipped down inside you. Making you grab for his biceps with an open mouth moaning.

“Thats it.” He kissed your neck. “That’s what I need from you.” You could feel the coil in your stomach burn, making you clench around Ben’s finger. “Ben I.. I feel.” - “I know let go, it’s ok, It will feel good.” your head fell back again, Ben’s fingers started to move faster and harder until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

The moans that came out of you sounded like prayers of joy. Ben kept working you all the way through. “Fuck you sound so good screaming my name.” He said while kissing you again after you came back to earth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him fully over your body. Not getting enough of him. “Birdy?” - “Hm?” - “Can I try one more thing?” You looked at him with questions in your eye. “I heard about it, but never tried before. It’s supposed to feel really good.”

You looked nervous. “I guess so.” Ben’s lips moved down to your stimulated core. His hands moved your thighs open. You felt the blush on your cheeks but were unable to look away when his lips kissed your clit.

His eyes locked your when his tongue licked a long stripe ending with a little flick at your clit. You decided to let go of your nerves and enjoy all Ben had to give you. Your body moved back in autopilot. Moaning his name, grinding against his mouth pulling on his hair.

Which made Ben moan under his breath, he loved to look of you. So, love drunk, in so much heat. He wished he could fuck you after this, but he knew you would want to wait for marriage. This night wouldn’t change a thing, he knew that, you gave your word to Frank to marry him.

And you were stubborn enough to continue, even though this felt right. You and him that was what you wanted, what your bodies needed, Ben was determined to make you think of him every time Frank kissed or touched you.

Maybe even think of him when you felt bold enough to touch yourself on a lonely night. Fuck his dick throbbed at that idea.

The heat in you started to boil again, you now knew what was to happen and you let your orgasm wash over you, Ben tugged your hips closer to him while your legs closed around him. Trembling with pleasure.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand before he placed himself next to you. “How was it?” he really wanted to hear her say it. “Amazing.” She answered still recovering from her orgasm. He smiled sincere when he pulled her close to him. “Good.”

You felt his hard dick against your thigh. “Ben?” - “Yeah?” you looked up at him. “Tell me how I can make you feel good.” Ben looked at you for a second trying to process your words. “Y-you don’t need to Birdy, I enjoyed this.”

“No really, tell me?” Ben’s face changed, he smiled soft, he turned on his back to undo his pants, before his hand moved yours down to his pulsing dick. “Take it, wrap your hand around me... and, oh like that move.” He could barely answer through the breaths that were leaving his body.

One hand moved under his head, while the other pulled your head on to his chest while you were pumping his cock in your hand. You noticed how he hissed in pleasure when your thumb moved over his tip of when your wrist turned slightly and added more grip.

You kissed his chest, your teeth graced his nipple while he whispered and encouraged you. “That’s it, oh fuck Y/N and I thought you were a good girl.” you look in his eyes “You like it don’t you, playing with my hard dick.” You shake your head before kissing his stomach.

“No, I love it.” you say flirty before you lick a stripe from in between his hips to his belly button. You felt bold noticing you found his pleasures. His hand grips the back of your head, it took him everything not to push your head further down.

His thumb moved over your lips, even though you were inexperienced you knew what the look in his eyes meant. You slowly kissed his hard dick right under your hand. You could see Ben get impatient, trying not to force you into doing something but he wants nothing more than to feel your lips wrap around his cock.

When your tongue licked a strip from his ball to the tip, licking of the precum he couldn’t hold back and moan your name loud. Making you repeat the action. “You like that taste huh?” his voice sounded hoars. You nod in response.

You looked at him when you felt bold enough to finally take him in your mouth. The grip on your head tightened. Bingo. His hand guided you up and down his shaft to a speed he liked. You kept working with your hand and mouth, unable to take him completely.

You could hear him getting close by the sound of his breaths. By surprise he pulled your head back up and closer to him. His lips connected with yours while his hand moved over to yours, grabbing and pumping with you.

Ben buried his face in the crock of your neck when you felt his hips buck up. Not long after you felt his warm seed covering your hands. He looked at you when his orgasm faded. Kissing you again with a long hard and deep kiss. “That felt amazing Y/N, thank you.” - “My pleasure.” you tease and blush.

After you both cleaned up you grabbed your dress to put it on. “Leave that.” Ben said sitting in bed waiting for you. His elbows on his knees, he held his hand out. “I want to feel your body against me tonight.” Unbelievable how nervous that made you. After all that had just happened this made you nervous.

But you listened and accepted his hand, which pulled you into his arms, caressing your back. “Are you tired?” - “Yeah I am.” - “Well, it’s pretty late you should get some sleep.” - “Do you need to work tomorrow?” You looked up at him. “I just lost my job.” he said embarrassed. “What?”

“I said I couldn’t work tonight. And they fired me.” - “Because I asked you to diner?” He nodded. “Ben! You should have told me you had to work. I didn’t want you to lose your job for me!” - “It was worth it.” He grinned.

The next morning you woke up from the sun on your face, checking the clock noticing you slept in. Which was unusual for you. The events from last night seemed like a dream. Until you felt Ben’s arm over your waist, pulling you in against his torso. “Goodmorning.” He mumbled sleepy while kissing your shoulder.

“Fuck.” you whispered in a breath when the guilt washed over you. “Not the answer I expected.” He joked but when he saw the fear on your face, he got serious. “What’s wrong?” His hand held your cheek. “What’s wrong?” you echoed. “Last night Ben. That should have never happened.”

“You regret it? While we both know that was inevitable.” - “No Ben, we could have ... tried harder.” - “We’ve been holding back, putting our feelings aside for years now. Years Y/N. When are you finally going to give in and be happy?” he asked while you were dressing yourself next to the bed.

“I made a promise, I gave my word.” You took a deep sigh. “I’m getting married.” He nodded clearly hurt. “Don’t, you’re not married yet, he isn’t from Philly you never have to see him again!”

“I can’t.” - “No, you won’t. You’ve been playing with me for years what’s one more night? Right?” His words shocked you. “Ben... that’s not true! I care for you, deeply.” - “Prove it.” You shook your head not knowing what he meant.

Ben grabbed your hand, kneeling in bed the sheets barely covering his lap. “ Marry me.” Those words took time to sink in. “What?” - “You heard me, marry me, Birdy.” All you could do was shook your head. Not believing what he just did.

“No, I can’t hurt Frank. He is a good man. I gave him my word and no matter what you think I do care for him.” Ben let go nodding while he got up his shoulder next to yours. “But you can hurt me?” He held the door open for you. “I’m sorry" you whisper to his shoulder trying to hug him, but all he did was look away, standing frozen.

The next weeks were pure horror, Ben nearly never slept at home, he wasn’t there anymore for dinner. He was clearly ignoring you. Only tonight he joined. Both Frank and your mother noticed you being quiet. “Are you ok love?” Frank had asked countless times this week. Which you answered with a soft smile and a nod.

During tonight's dinner your thoughts drifted away while you kept looking at him.

Ben is right, I used him. Maybe if he had asked me to marry him years earlier. No, it’s your fault you should have stayed away from him. You promised yourself you would leave him be. He deserves more than you, you’re not what he needs.

You are the reason he is pissed. I should have never visited him at his work. He lost everything because of me. I saw the pain in his eyes. He feels betrayed... and he is right. I hurt him. And even if I wanted to marry him, he just asked it because he knows I want to get married. He would do it for me not for himself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Ben’s voice. “I found a new job. Which means I'll be even less home.” For the first time tonight, he looked in your eyes. “I’m joining the army. They are looking for new recruits, something about tests and volunteers. It pays well.”

You dropped your cutlery on your plate. “You what?!” Your face turned to your mothers who seemed as surprised as you. For the first time in years his father spoke towards him. “The army wants you? Seems like they are in a lot of despaired to accept you. Not even man enough to stay here, when it’s getting too hot under his feet, he runs.”

“Ben? You do now there’s a war in Europe, right? What if they ship you overseas?” - “That is the plan. And my mind is set. I’m leaving tomorrow.” He finished his drink and got up. You looked back at Frank. “I’m sorry but I have to...” - “Yeah you should go.”

“Ben... wait up!” You ran after him, Ben had packed his bag before diner, he had taken it to leave. Halfway down the stairs he stops in front of you. “Why?” you ask with tears in your eyes. “Because of us?” - “There is no us Y/N, you made that very clear.” - “That doesn’t mean I want you gone!” - “You you you, not the entire world revolves around your nice little ass princess!”

“Don’t be like that, please.” you hold his hands. “Please don’t go.” - “Give me one good reason.” - “I love you.” you blur out in tears. “ No, you don’t not really, you are in love with the idea of love Y/N.” -”I’m begging you Ben.” he took one step closer, his free hand moved over your face. Your tears streamed down.

“Do you really think I would have sneaked out that night, miss my own debutant ball if I didn’t care? T-that I would have stayed with you a couple of nights ago, if I didn’t love you?” your hand grabbed his on your face. “Do you, deep down, believe I would have given in to you If I didn’t love you?”

“Please stay, I want, no I need you.” you begged realising the mistakes you made. “Don’t make this harder than it already is Birdy.” He said before he kissed the top of your head.

Without caring for anything in the world you pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Your lips crashed onto his, while you stood on your toes. Both your hands holding his head, afraid to let go. His empty hand on your back, when you stood back on your heels, he followed not breaking the kiss. It felt sloppy and rushed, despaired.

When you do let go of him your eyes stayed closed “Please” But once again you feel him walking past you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Frank standing in the door.

You knew the next conversation was going to be hard. But to your surprise he gave you time to think.

You tried to give it time, but half a year later you decided Frank wasn’t the one for you. And even though you tried to contact Ben. For some reason you could get to him. He didn’t respond to your letters.

So, you made a choice of your own, you went back to study and became a nurse via internships. ‘Thanks’ to the war they wanted more medical support and made it easier to study while practising.

When in 1942 they assembled medical staff to volunteer to work on secret case (superhero affairs) you agreed. Dr. Frederick Vought liked your attitude and extra effort you pulled over the years you worked there. That he wanted you as his assistant.

He asked you to take a couple of tests from the soldiers. Eager as you were you agreed and walk in the room where all the soldiers we’re waiting on their bed bunks, shirtless. Your work outfit made a few men hungry. You heard some whistling, nothing you weren’t used to already. “All right gentlemen. Keep your enthusiasm for the battlefield alright?” you joked.

You made your way down the room. Taking test writing down the results, routine without paying much attention to the men. Until you were at the next to last bed. “Never thought to see you here... Birdy.”

That voice made you look up right in the familiar green eyes. “Ben...” You didn’t know what to say. Afraid to say something wrong. “Couldn’t stay away, did you?” He joked. And to his surprise you smile like an idiot. The reaction from the other solders made you blush and realise you were staring at him.

“I need to finish these tests...” he nodded and looked over his friend to shut up. “All done.” you add after a few minutes. “Hey.” he grabbed your wrist. “The boys are having a little party tonight. Why don’t you come?”

“I- I don’t know, dr. Vought makes me work pretty late.” He looked like he understood. “Just, if you have time, I would love to catch up.” You answered with a soft smile.” I’ll see what I can do.” - “Great”

That night you caught yourself finishing up earlier, being rushed. You really wanted to see Ben. You even took your time to fix your make up and dress up a little. When you walked out of the compound you could hear the music coming from the bar.

Your eyes scanned the room noticing Ben flirting with a girl at the bar, but the second his eyes met your he completely ignored her and walked over to you. The army green outfit matched his skin tone and eyes perfectly. The year of training clearly made him bulk up.

“There she is.” He said really loud while he hugged and spinning you around. “Come on let me introduce you to my palls.” He took you by your hand and walked you to the back of the bar where his friends sat with a couple of local girls.

“Ben who is this?” One of the girls asked. “Guys meet Y/N. An, eh old friend.” He said not knowing how to introduce you. The women were clearly not entertained by your presence. But Ben could care less. You felt uncomfortable sitting between all these people while the girl from the bar sat on Ben’s knee.

Which made Ben look over at you while he guided her of him, but you dodged his look, by taking a sip of the beer they ordered for you and look around. One or two men talked to you, asked you where you worked or how you knew Ben.

But mostly you just felt out of your place. After an hour of two you decided to go back to your room.

“Let me walk you.” Ben got up and placed a hand on the small of your back.

Once again, the men howled. “Oooh Benny boy, make sure you give the lady a nice time, will ya?” - “Maybe a real man should take her... home.” You knew the soldiers reacted to women like this, but you really didn’t like these comments when you weren’t working.

Once outside you turn to Ben. “You really don’t have to, you know that right?” He clearly didn’t expect that comment. “I want to, we haven’t had the chance to talk yet.” The silence was uncomfortable. So you decided to small talk.

“Was that your girl back there?” - “Eh, no, Steffy is just a girl who like hanging around soldiers. A regular at the bar.” - ‘Hm’ you nodded. “H-how is Frank? - “Eh, I have no idea.” You glance at the ground. “We broke up over a year ago.” - “So you never...” - ”Never married, no.” you finished his sentence.

“I’m sorry to hear.” - “Well, Frank is great, and he deserves the best. Which wasn’t me.”

“What barrack are you staying in?” - “The 4th in the south corner.” - “ Hm, pretty close then.” You said no idea what you talk about. “Yeah.”

Silence again until you were at the main building on the campus.

“You want to come in?” - “I really shouldn’t.” he saw the disappointment in your eyes. “Unless you want to talk some more?” - “I kind of want to, yes.” You felt the blush on your cheeks burn. “So you work for dr. Vought.” He said while looking around in your small yet more luxurious room. “Yes, It’s a really good job.”

“You know I volunteered for the experiment with the new drug.” He said still looking around. “Compound V?” - “Yeah, that one.” he now looked at her. “It’s almost on point, so you will have your shot pretty soon.” He took a step closer.

“I’ve heard that it wasn’t successful up until this point.” - “Can I be honest Ben... It killed people before.” He took in your words. “Well, there is a nurse who I trust with my life.” -”I’m not joking Ben.” He walked you against the door. “Neither am I.”

His knee pushed in between your legs. Your hand instinctively pushed against his chest, feeling it raising and falling with every steady yet deep breath he took. You looked up at him with these doe eyes.

“After all these years you still look so innocent.” he whispered before you felt his lips touch yours. You felt his hands holding thight on your side. “I missed you, Birdy.” His lips brush against yours again. “Not a day gone by I didn’t think of you...” You let out a shivering breath, almost whining.

“Fuck... not a night I didn’t dream of you.” He looked down at your body. You couldn’t hold back any longer and forced his face to look at you. Your lips melted with his. Your hands pulled him closer, you wanted to feel his body on you.

Your kisses were hungry. Hands roaming each other's body. Clothes peeled off without hesitation. Ben dropped you on the bed underneath him. Heavy breaths became soft moans that disappeared in the hot air surround you.

His lips moved to your neck where he nipped and licked at the one spot, he knew would make you squirm underneath him. You felt the bulge in his underwear against your thigh. While his hands worked his way down on your body, you cupped his dick, rubbing soft. This made him thrust in your hand.

“Fuck Y/N, so needy.” - “Promise me one thing Ben.” His brow lifted. You grinned, “ You don’t hold back tonight.” You kissed his neck. “I want all of you. I need to feel you inside me.” You whispered against his ear before sucking soft on it.

His hand moved up your leg, pushing your dress up a bit, bending one knee, he softly kissed your calf moving up to your thigh. Your back arches while your nails scratched through his hair.

Ben moved your dress even more up. Seeing your laced panties were damped. You knew how wet you already were, which made your cheeks turned red. “Can I taste you?” He asked licking his lips.

You nodded rapidly, “Words Y/N.” He said while placing his hand over your clothed core feeling the warmth of his big hands. “Yes.” you whined softy. Ben moved you panties aside with a finger and started to lick your folds apart.

“Hmm, so sweet.” He hummed against your core when he tastes you. His tongue flat against your slit, stroking up and down. Your moans make him even harder , he noticed you moving looking for more friction.

“So needy sweetheart?” He asked while taking your panties off. Ben moves his mouth over your clit while teasing you with his fingers against your wet hole. “Ben...” you moan. “Yes Birdy, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“More, I need to feel more of you.” You ask whining.

Ben entered a finger deep inside without warning, he felt you tightening around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Moving and curling his finger until he found that one soft spot inside. You moaned his name like a prayer when he touched it, adding another finger.

“Oh Ben, don’t stop, please, oh please don’t stop!!” You scream your hands pulling him closer to your clit. He hums and licks until you came down from your high. Ben cleaned his lips with the back of his hand looking at you lay there with your arm over your eyes.

Once you opened your eyes you see him still sitting between your legs, eager, wanted to take you, fill you up but waiting for your answer. “Fuck come here.” you said pulling him in top of you. Wrapping your legs around his hips. Ben took his underwear and the rest of your clothes off.

"Ready.” - “Yes.” His lips found your when he pushed inside. Even though you were soaking wet, you still felt a sting when he pushed further and further. For a second you thought he wouldn’t fit.

But when you heard the growl underneath his breath you knew he bottomed out. Making you feel so full unable to move. Ben noticed your discomfort. “You want to stop?”

“No, no just give me a second.” Ben moved barely, but the little thrust he made, made you cling on to his shoulders. He repeated that action until he heard the little hisses turn into moans. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.” He encouraged while kissing you.

His thrust became harder and faster, making you feel oh so good. Making you buck up against him. “Oh fuck... you really like me deep inside you, don’t you doll. Let’s see how deep we can go.” He pulled your legs over his shoulders.

Giving him an angle which you felt him even better. Your head felt back while you sing his name in prayers. “Ben... don’t stop!” His breath deepened with moans and growls. “Fuck so tight. Don’t know how much longer I can hold.”

In a flash both of you came hard, Ben dropped your legs while you pulled him on top of you. Wrapping your hand in his hair and the other scratching his back.

Ben kissed your breasts before placing his head on top of them, you caressed his back, drawing patterns on his back. “That felt really good.” You smiled at his confession. “I don’t get why I waited so long.” you admitted.

Your grip tightened. “Will you stay tonight?” - “I’m not leaving you anymore.”

His lips found your skin one last time before he fell asleep.

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drdemonprince · 4 months

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what made you choose a deer for your fursona?

It's a long story that I am all too happy to tell!

I first attended Midwest Furfest in 2018, after years of being curious about it. My boyfriend at the time was a member of the Neo-Futurists Theater, and the Neo's had a longstanding relationship with the MFF community. They perform their flagship show (Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind, later rebranded as The Infinite Whale) there every year, and when the theater company's former founder attempted to steal their show name/copyright following his ousting due to sexual assault allegations, MFF really came through to offer considerable moral support.

There was lots of goodhearted joking about the furry community within that theater space, and I'd always been curious about furries and a supporter of them in heart if not in fact, and so I finally decided one year to tag along, see my boyfriend performing there, and walk around the convention floor and visit the dealer's den during my down time.

I absolutely LOVED IT. I was completely blown away by the artistry of the suits and the playful spirit of the suiters. I ran into a few friends there, outing them as furries to me, and we grew closer. I also took notice of some teal, sparkly resin antlers while I was in the Dealer's Den:

I snapped those things up and put them on immediately. Some stranger started to pet me right away (which is technically a convention consent violation, and should *not* be done, but I personally was the opposite of troubled by being treated in this way) and I was hooked.

I had always had a "thing" for antlers and horns since playing the PS2 game Ico back in the early 2000's. The young male protagonists horns representing an unwanted appendage and a visible "curse" was very appealing to me... as a boy who had been saddled with two very unwanted appendages of my own. (trangsender). I also have had many very magical encounters with deer in Ohio and Pennsylvania where I grew up. As a skiddish bottomy freak whose caused a lot of car accidents, a prey animal that also has the power to kill people in vehicles seemed plenty apt. So when I found some antlers to wear, it seemed like a natural enough fit for a potential fursona.

Then my friend @jettvector designed my fursona, using the teal antlers as a jumping off point. (this art has his old watermark on it, but he goes by jettvector now. commission him!):

Now that I had a friend-assigned fursona and was officially a furry, I ran with it, and began commissioning some art that further refined my image of the character:

this is from 9inko on Instagram

this one is from @heresvix, who specializes in deer

and this one is from @murgzt . I am currently having a partial fursuit of this iteration of the character made by Daring Duck Designs!! :0

A few things that I love about my sona's design: I love that his ears are big and really stick out, as my ears do the same, I love that he has a spot reflecting my monroe piercing, I love that deers are spotted in general, which can allow me to recast my own bacne scars in a more positive light, and i love that his greenish teal skin reflects my own olive complection (which I used to get a lot of weird comments about as a kid and felt self conscious about).

I also accumulated some gear in the meantime that allowed me to better embody my deersona, who I now call DD (which stands for Deer Devon, Docile Deer, Devon Dawn, my former DD tits, or any numer of potential things haha)

Hood by Miss Kinky Latex UK, photo by @photopotamus.

I have become a little bit more of a furry with each passing year, and it wouldn't have been possible without the hard work and creativity of so many people within the fandom, many of whom are beloved friends. <3 That's part of what makes it so special. Thanks for asking!

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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Shy consort dream doing the holiday fertility ritual has me thinking... what if he conceives their first heir that day?? The kingdom is overjoyed at the announcement, its a huge sign of good fortune and luck for all the kingdom and theres never been a more popular royal consort than dream now. Dream is a bit confused bc he doesn't have a great personality, although thats mostly from nerves and a lack of social skills, but everyone loves him and its such a switch from his home country where he was just the third born and mostly ignored and deemed unimportant besides a possible future marriage alliance if they can get dream to shut up and just be pretty long enough for a suiter to marry him. He thought he was so spoiled just with hobs love and attention and was more than satisfied with a tolerance from the masses. He got fondness and curiosity at first and that was a pleasant surprise but he doesnt know what to do now that hes more well liked than the beloved king. Hob thinks its amazing and hes so happy for dream and cant wait for their little one but he enjoys seeing dream just glowing during the pregnancy. Uhhh little ONES. Because whats more lucky than twins??

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Omgomg yes, Dream becoming the beloved figurehead of the nation is so lovely!! Hob better hope they never divorce because his kingdom is definitely gonna boot him out and get Dream to rule instead <33

Dream has been nervous about conceiving an heir ever since he found out that he'd be married into another royal family. Now he knows that Hob loves him he's less anxious, but he still thinks about it all the time. What if he has issues getting pregnant? He doesn't want to fail in his duties. The fact that he agrees to do this holiday ritual with Hob is honestly partly a way to distract himself and relax. It's just supposed to be something different, something good and traditional to help him feel even closer to his husband and also to help the realm receive blessings and luck. He never even imagines that it'll be the day he gets pregnant!!

The entire realm celebrates when they announce the expected heir - Dream is more that 3 months along already by that point. There are feasts, blessings, ceremonies and wherever he goes, Dream is showered in gifts! Lots of people predict that he'll have twins but he just laughs it off at that point... its only much later when his doctor identifies two heartbeats that he actually starts to believe it!

Dream delivers a boy and a girl, precisely on his due date. The labour is hard but within 24 hours he's up and on the royal balcony, showing off his babies to the assembled crowds below. Hob is a very proud dad but he lets Dream take the limelight - it's about time someone showed appreciation for the royal consort! He's so proud of what Dream has achieved in barely a year. He can't wait to see what wonderful things his husband will continue to do for the realm.

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy

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“I didn’t miss you. But now you're here and… god, fuck me,” with teen nat preferably angst/smut please. thank you!

❤️I'm Out of Time - Natalie Scatorccio (2000) x fem!Reader❤️ (18+, age in bio/pinned or you will be blocked)

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Summary: You hadn't seen Natalie for years. Not since she'd come back after the crash, and you where alright with that. You'd taken time for yourself and you'd moved on. You were working on your degree and finding yourself. You weren't anticipating any interruptions…

Warnings: Post-crash, 2000 (Natalie and reader are both 22), angst, swearing, Travis, toxic dynamics & smut (18+, age in bio/pinned or you will be blocked) - fingering, praise kink, oral fixation + some spit, top!Natalie, dumbification, minor primal but only if you really squint

Word Count: 3,618

A/N: Hello loves! I'm knocking out two requests with this one, as the quotes felt like they worked together well, so I hope yall don't mind! To make up for it I've made it a much longer than some other one-shots. I also felt like this could be read as sort of a sequel to my other Natalie fic, Blame Game, as both of these have pretty similar theming going on. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!

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You’re day had gone on relatively average compared to most days. You’d gone grocery shopping after class and work for the week as you desperately needed to restock your fridge. Normally, it was your roommate’s week to do the shopping, but she was out for the weekend visiting family back in Jersey, so today, you bit the bullet and got it done. You were currently fumbling with your bags as you talked to your mom on your cellphone, all while trying to get out of your taxi. Your mother always tended to call at the worst times.

“No, Mom, I’m fine! I’m just trying to get inside, is all,” you huffed when she asked why you were breathing so hard. “Yes, money’s fine. I’ve just gotta balance work and school, is all” She cut you off again, and you had to stifle your sigh of irritation. You fumbled to pull your keys out of your bag as you approached your doorstep.

Only when you looked up, did you notice the figure sitting in front of your apartment’s door. Your apartment mainly was single girls or girls who didn’t live with their boyfriends, so you assumed it was some strange suiter till the figure noticed you and stood. They brushed the hair from their face, and your blood ran cold, freezing you where you stood.

“Ok, Mom? Can I call you back?” Your mother was already pestering you for a reason why before you could finish asking her. “I’m just trying to get inside all with full hands. I’ll call you back. I love you,” You had to talk over her to hang up, followed by a struggle to get your phone out from under your ear and shoulder and into your bag.

Only after that did you acknowledge Natalie, who had simply stood watching you the whole time. You gave her a pointed look before letting out a stuffed breath and approaching her. When she opened her mouth to speak, you shook your head without stopping or skipping a beat as you went to unlock your door.

“No,” was all you said, fumbling with your keys once more.

“I didn’t even say anything,” she started with an exasperated scoff in her tone, following after you.

“No, but I knew you would,”

“Oh, you knew I would say what?” she hadn’t even seen you for five minutes and was already getting defensive—typical Scatorccio behavior. You groaned and just unlocked the door to your apartment complex and walked in with Natalie in tow because there was no getting rid of her now.

“If you’re going to insist on following me, at least take something,” you aggressively shoved a paper bag in her arms, freeing up one of your hands to get a firm grip on your keys. She took the bag with a grimace but didn't further complain as she climbed the stairs with you. Of course, the elevator was still broken after a week, but you might as well get a little cardio in. You dramatically let Natalie into your apartment behind you, taking the bag from her after dropping your keys into the bowl by the door. You gave her no time to try the conversation again as you disappeared into your kitchen. You weren't going to let her derail your task. You wouldn't let her be a disruption.

Eventually, she found you after wandering into the apartment. You only gave her a glance of acknowledgment as you unpacked your groceries. She’d cut her hair, but she hadn't bothered bleaching it again like she always said she would. It now rested just above her shoulders. Her shabby bans could use a trim. The ends were falling in front of her eyes and had to be obstructing her vision. She’d also gotten her lip pierced since the last time she’d darkened your doorstep.

She kept her hands firmly shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket as she watched you. She was acting as though she hadn’t anticipated getting this far. You took a bundle of groceries to the fridge, and upon passing her, you scrunched your nose as you inhaled a familiar sour staleness.

“I thought you stopped smoking,” you commented offhandedly, neglecting to hide any condescending tone. Natalie, not expecting the sudden comment or conversation for that matter, gave you a confused look, her eyes following as you maneuvered around the pocket-sized kitchen.

“I'm sorry?” was all she could ask. You declined, looking back up at her as you turned your back to stick cans in you’re cupboards.

“You smell like cigarettes again,” she scratched at the back of her neck, looking away.

“Yeah, I picked it up again,” she acted as though she was about to be scolded by her mother. You turned around and gave her a hard look, trying to figure out what might be going on in her head. But Natalie was always tricky. She didn't let on what she was thinking. You could never figure her out. When you looked your way again, all you could do was groan and cover your eyes, practically boiling with frustration. And to think, just ten minutes ago, you thought to yourself that you’d been having a good, average day.

“Natalie, what do you want?” you forced yourself to ask, hands gripping the countertop of your kitchen island as you watched her. “Why are you here?”

“Do I need to want something to come and see you?” You were shaking your head before she could finish her thought.

“Yes! Yes, you do, Natalie, because you don’t just drop in,” You maneuvered out of the kitchen and into your living room with Natalie on your heels. “You always want something, even when you refuse to admit it,” You opened a window and stuck your head out, taking in a long breath of somewhat fresh city air. The sun was already starting to set as streetlights turned on one by one. Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to stick your head back into your apartment and face your “company.”

“I’m assuming it's money again,” you gave her a cold stare, crossing your arms and leaning against the windowsill. Natalie gawked at you, her jaw slightly hung wordlessly open till she scoffed, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. “What, am I wrong? Or maybe you thought you could crash on my couch,” you egged her on. This, of course, pissed her off, which you thought ‘good. If I have to be pissed, then so should she,’.

“Wow, so college did make you a stuck-up bitch,” she said under her breath, immediately regretting her bitter tongue based on the deer-in-headlights look she gave you after, but even with the apology pressed to her lips, you didn't have it.

“Fuck you, Scatorccio. You can leave right now for all I care,” you got up as you spoke, hands clenched into fists as you pointed at her chest. You raised a hand to shove her and get her out of your house, but she acted faster, grabbing you by the wrist. Her grip was tight, but not painful, but still enraging. That is till you looked into her eyes for just a little too long, and you gave up, your anger melting into pity and frustration instead as your brow knit and you frowned with a trembling lip.

“What more do you want from me, Natalie,” you asked weakly, holding from screaming despite the urge you had. But Natalie couldn’t immediately give you an answer. That or she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she just held your wrist, her eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t pinpoint as she frowned. That is till she couldn’t take it, her eyes waving from you, and she shook her head, lips parting as she found her wording.

“I guess I missed you,” you couldn’t help growing angry again. You tugged your wrist from her, which didn’t take much effort, and gave her a point, hurt, look again.

“You ‘guess?’ What, Travis not doing it for you anymore, so you thought you’d just come back to me as backup, once again?” It was now Natalie’s turn to get angry.

“This has nothing to do with him-”

“Oh, it always does, Natalie,” you argued back, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation as you began to pace the room. “It’s always gonna be about Travis because you only want me when you can’t have him,”

“That’s not true!” she yelled back with gritting teeth.

“When was the last time you came to see me when you weren't on a break?” you pressed, feeling the sting of tears begins to sting your eyes.

“When was the last time you thought about me when you were with him, huh? I’ll tell you because you don’t think of me when you’re with him. You only think about me when you’re all alone, and I’m your last resort because you push everyone else away,” You finally let yourself yell, choking on tears. You knew you didn’t mean what you were saying, not wholeheartedly anyway. You just wanted her to go. You wanted to hurt her so she’d leave and never come back because you couldn’t keep doing this.

You couldn’t keep feeling like second best or being around for a quick fuck when she was feeling lonely. You’d moved on! You were living your life for you and finding your way in the world. But then Natalie has the nerve to walk back in when she feels like it and when it is convenient for her. What about when it was convenient for you?

What about way back when, when you’d waited for her, your best friend, to see you standing there, wanting her that whole time, only to pick a douchebag boy over you. Natalie said nothing as you began to cry. You felt like you were caving in on yourself, morphing back into that sad, lonely teenager who longed to be noticed as someone more than a friend.

“I didn’t miss you,” you finally managed to talk again through choked sniffles. You sounded pitiful; you knew it. But what else was there to do now but to keep being honest? “I was finally feeling good! But now you're here and- god, fuck me,” you ran your hands through your hair, shaking your head as you pulled your eyes away from her, biting your lip. You took your fist, wrapping it around the thumb on your other hand, allowing your hands to shake as you started to pace once more.

God, you wanted her to leave, but still, the thought of being alone after all this felt unbearable. And despite the anger you were feeling, you still wanted her. You wanted her to hold you, caress you, make you forget all the bad things you'd been feeling. You just wanted it all to go away. You hadn't even noticed that you shut your eyes again till you felt Natalie’s hands caress your face, thumbing at the tears that fell as she wrapped her hand around your clenched fingers. You couldn’t help looking up at her, your cheek eagerly seeking to lean into the warmth of her palm. She looked down at you with sad, wet brown eyes that you couldn’t help being captivated by.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” she murmured rather stiffly, swallowing thickly as she nodded. “You’re right about all of it. And I’m sorry,” you took in a long sniff and shook your head.

“No, no, you're not. You're just saying that” You began to argue, but she urged you to listen.

“I am sorry, and I’ve missed you. Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” she urged, squeezing your hand. “I just don’t wanna drag you into all my bullshit, you know? Because you don’t deserve that,” she explained weakly.

“I could have taken it,” You urged her, but she shook her head.

“I wouldn’t let you,” You sniffled again, relenting in a silent nod. You let that silence hang in the air till you couldn't bare it.

“Make it up to me?” Natalie knew the implication behind your request. You used that phrase with one another some times before, but now she wasn’t so sure.

“I don't know if that’s the best idea,” She murmured, taking her rare turn to be the rationally thinking one. But you shook your head as a final tear rolled down your cheek.

“Please,” you begged, squeezing her hand. “Just this time. If I regret it, it’s for me to deal with in the morning,” you knew you sounded miserably helpless, and you'd be embarrassed by your neediness when your mind cleared again, but for now, you leaned into it, excepting the mess you where when it came to Natalie. It was a bitter cycle; you knew it, but you could deal with the ramifications in the morning. After looking into your eyes for too long, she relented, taking your lips in with hers as your hands found refuge dug deep in her hair.

-❤-

She pressed you hard into the bed, aggressively tugging at your shirt to come off over your head as she straddled your hips, letting out hot and heavy breaths against your ear as she struggled to swallow the moan that threatened to push past her lips. You started to tug at her ripped shirt as well, only for Natalie to stop you and take it off in one swift motion. You are about to reach out for her till she gets off your lap, scooping under you to move you up the bed.

She kneeled on the bed above you and between your legs, messing with the buckle of her belt, smiling down at you with a wicked grin as her eyes lingered on your exposed, rising chest, then down to the band of your pants. Wordlessly you understand to take your pants off and sit up to do so as Natalie does the same. With the last major layer removed, your both left clad in your underwear. That is till you took your bra off, leaving your chest bare in front of her.

Natalie lunged forward, straddling your hips once more as she caught your lips in a heavy, messy kiss. Teeth scrape at your lip, and you meet the cold metal of her lip ring. Her breath was hot as it fanned over the skin of your face till she moved on to your neck. She sat above you, holding herself up with a knee and embows as she started marking up your neck. Her knee shifted into place between your legs, forcing into your core, and you let out a heavy moan from your throat. You could feel her smiling against the spot she now soothed on your neck, knowing what she’d done.

“That's a c-cheep shot,” you managed to stutter out as she moved on to scrap her teeth over your collarbone. She’d done that long ago on accident but recalled the reaction you'd had then too. Your hips began to gently rock against her knee, already craving any friction available for the growing ache down below. Of course, Natalie only found this to be further amusing. But she eventually relented, her hands pressing your hips down and still, as she moved down your body, kissing your stomach as she pulled her knee away and practically pealed away your underwear.

She dared to look up at you through her lashes with that blown, lusting look in her eye that had you turning your head away, fust clenching the pillow under your head as you bit your lip to stifle the moan in your throat. Of course, this wasn’t acceptable as she always liked seeing your eyes, so her hand snaked into your underwear, the pads of her pointer and middle finger finding your clit with ease; she moved up your body again, taking your chin between your fingers. You knew your face was flushed and hot, your chest heaving up and down with labored breath, your brows creasing as you strained to suppress the sounds pulling at your throat. But all the same, Natalie smiled down at you, her eyes full of unfamiliar warmth and affection that you craved.

“Don’t be quiet for me,” she purred, tilting her head as she held your chin. She squeezed your cheeks just enough to part your lips, which released a breathy moan, and she grinned, nodding along as her fingers began to circle your clit in rhythm with the roll of your hips. You were already feeling the oncoming brain fog as she continued her circlings, and without giving it any thought, your hands reached out, caressing her cheeks as she smiled down at you proudly.

Looking into her eyes, your mouth hung open as you let out every moan that surfaced as she circled your clit, going round and round till you felt like you were dizzy, but it wasn’t going to be enough. You were greedy. You needed more from her, more of her.

“Natalie, please,” you managed, your expression straining with every swipe. She shooshed you, cooing so gently as she nodded.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m getting there. You’re being so patient,” she finally moved on from your clit to test the waters of your entrance, which you knew was embarrassingly soaked by now. But Natalie didn't mind. She seemed to enjoy the way her fingers glided in with ease and how you let out another shuddering moan against her ear. After some adjustment, she began to pump and curl her fingers in a timely rhythm with the rocking of your hips.

She fawned at the way your eyes rolled back as her palm met your already sensitive clit, cooing muffled praise amongst the sound of your moans.

“That’s right. Keep up those pretty faces for me,” she purred just before she began messily kissing your jaw. After all these years, it still amazed you how she had you memorized. Fucking you was like riding a bike. Natalie never seemed to forget what she was doing. You tightened around her fingers, thighs squeezing around her hand to make sure you weren't going anywhere as you climbed your high.

Natalie groaned against your throat as the feeling but kept going. She’d moved so she was laying beside you, her head buried into your neck, biting at your shoulder as she grew increasingly aroused just by listening to the sounds from your throat and your cunt. Realizing how close she was to you among your building haze, you managed to think it wasn’t enough. So in a moment of desperation, thanks to your impending orgasm, you rolled over just enough to force your mouth against hers as a hand grappled at her still-clothed breast, slipping your fingers under the red lace to find hard, sensitive nipples waiting for you.

You strummed over her nipple with your thumb, and Natalie let out an unfamiliar, strangulated sound that ended in an animalistic whimper. The feeling caused her to pump harder into you and ultimately was the final push to send you over the edge with a similar howling cry as you curled in on yourself, your forehead falling to Natalie’s shoulder as you grappled at her bare arms. You could hear her hiss at the sting of your nails clawing at her skin as you started to come down.

Her hand slowed gradually as she continued to pump in and out, steadying you off of your high. She pulled away from you ever so slightly, nudging your thighs apart with her free hand to take her fingers back from you. She made a big show of licking her fingers clean till you gained enough self back to reach out, taking her wrist in hand and cleaning her fingers yourself. You watched her, doe-eyed and still hazy, as you let her fingers pass your lips, tongue running around her digits as you moaned at your taste. She appeared jealous watching the action but seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

“Well, look at you,” she murmured under her breath with a turned smile. She sat up on her side, propping herself up with her elbow. You let her fingers go with a pop as they passed your lips, and she grinned as she wiped your spit off on her underwear. You smiled contently without saying a word as you reached up, brushing Natalie’s bangs from her forehead where they stuck with sweat. Your hand ran down her jaw, guiding her back to your lips for another long kiss. As the kiss went on, your hands began to wander, but she stopped you before you could make your way into her pants. She held your wrist and shook her head, kissing your palm.

“Not now. Just get some sleep,” she murmured, unclasping her bra from behind to throw it over the edge of the bed as she got up. She ducked away into your bathroom. You lie naked in the dark, listening to the sound of the tap turning on and running for some time before it turned off as she retired with wet cloth in hand. She helped you under the covers as she got in with you and slipped the warm rag between your legs, casually helping your clean up. The rag was also tossed to the floor with the rest of your clothes as Natalie crawled into bed with you. She didn’t often stay the night, but in your growing groggy state, you smiled, feeling her wrap around you, holding you tight. Maybe she wouldn’t stay, but for now, she was here and you were going to be content with that.

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HOTD episode 4

Some thoughts and Easter eggs:

WHAT A DOOSEY THIS ONE WAS

The choice for a female director for this episode was SO KEY. I cannot stress this enough.

Daemon and Rhaenyra chemistry is next level. I mean, wow. We open on a shot of the necklace Daemon gifted her. Having given her that necklace, it is now clear that Daemon made the first move of power over her; he exists in the back of her mind while we meets potential suiters. The excitement on her face when she sees Daemon is priceless, and tells you that she’s completely enamored by him.

When Rhaenyra is playing Westeros’ version of the Bachelorette, we see Storms End for the first time, and a member of the House Blackwood and Bracken. These are two family’s who “helped” Aegon during the conquest but absolutely detest one another. These are two houses we did not see in GOT but it’s always fun to be introduced formally to another family in this world.

Viserys really plays up his power as King when Daemon shows up. He makes a point to fill the hall, have his sword by his side, and dress up for his arrival in order to project his power and reaffirm his dominance over him. What is great though, is that despite all that and the time that has passed, Daemon still walks in like he owns the place.

Daemon and Viserys’ reunion highlights Viserys’ greatest strength and weakness: his love for Daemon. We know he deeply loves his brother, you can see how much happier he is when Daemon is there; joking and jesting with him. It’s a side to him we haven’t seen. But he is weak as Daemon says, and unable to detect Otto and Daemon’s motives every time he comes back. Daemon plays him like a fiddle.

Daemon with short hair.. wooooooie. Also, Matt Smith’s jaw bone could cut glass. He just exudes confidence. His reunion with Viserys is heavy but reiterates to us again how tangled and complex the brothers relationship truly is. He is back to gain his brothers favor again and this time an older Rhaenyra is a chess piece. My favorite shot was when Daemon was walking towards the throne and Rhaenyra mirrored him in the crowd, walking beside him but not together yet.

Alicent is positioned as an outsider a few times this episode, trying desperately to get back into the good graces of the Targaryen’s but struggling under the weight that position inevitably brings. Every time she tries to connect with Rhaenyra it’s obvious the disconnect these two have at their core. Alicent was born into thinking her only job was to be in court. Rhaenyra strives for more. Unlike the books you can really see her struggling to maintain a relationship with Rhaenyra and do the right thing by everyone. Their conversations this episode are great foreshadowing for when the two of them eventually breaking free of confines and tradition in their own ways.

We learn Corlys is speaking with house of Bravos and the rush to marry Rhaenyra to build strong alliances becomes all the more rushed. We also see that Rhaenyra is no longer a cup bearer, which FINALLY.

Daemon and Rhaenyra speaking in high valerian is such a wonderful detail that makes their interactions so beautiful and significant. They truly enter their own world when speaking. Partner that with their letters and secret meetings, and it’s no wonder they are so close. Rhaenyra white lied and swore on the memory of her mother in order to protect her and Daemon’s relationship, that is significant.

This episode reiterates what I love about this story, because the show, not the book, is able to dictate what is cannon for the first time. The book is told in the third person by multiple sources, so the moments we read about that seem so simple or one sided are now given great context and meaning. In the books Daemon bringing Rhaenyra out into the city and to brothels which simply put seemed crass (and is definitely effed up by todays standards), but in this episode we can also see how he was strengthening her character by exposing her to the realities and possibilities of the real world she was expected to rule. By showing her how the common folk feel about their family, I’d argue he is teaching her how important their opinions are, and how to be a better listener and ruler.

Rhaenyra sees people having sex for pleasure, while we see Alicent has only ever known being at Viserys’ beck and call in a loveless marriage. Daemon tells her women should be equals in control of their own pleasure, and we see that in her marriage Alicent is quite isolated and alone with no voice. The juxtaposition here was quite jarring.

Daemon 1000% got spooked by Rhaenyra kissing him back like she did. He lost his control and power over the situation, she took it, and he bolted. So much was said without words in that moment.

The writers are very clearly (and quickly) trying to show how Rhaenyra and Criston became closer in the year time jump since last episode. He seems much softer with her at the beginning of the episode. You can understand that he would be the closest person she has next to Daemon and can understand how her seeking pleasure with him could have happened organically. At the very least, she loses her maidenhead with someone she trusted and someone who cared for her too. This is a departure from the books where public perception was that Criston Cole rejected Rhaenyra and she loses her maidenhead to Breakbones.

When Rhaenyra is with Daemon, she maintains eye contact with him the entire time. When she is with Criston Cole, she does not. When they zoom in on her face after her and Criston are finished, she is not looking at him but beyond him over his shoulder. This is a great way to reiterate that she did not want Criston like she wants Daemon, she only wanted to use him for her own pleasure.

I know it is expected that Otto would have spies as hand of the King, but he still sucks so much. The way he delivers the news about her and Daemon is so calculated and the phrasing is purposefully done so that Rhaenyra looks bad. And I am SO GLAD Viserys made comments back to him accusing of being so ambitious that he would spy upon Rhaenyra, awaiting the moment to make her look bad. That said, Daemon and Rhaenyra were not very subtle, and that was clearly Daemon’s intention here. Again, he is a morally grey character!

Having Daemon screwed over by Mysaria was a nice nod to the books. She becomes a character similar to Verys. And has found agency as a woman that does not involve reproducing or using her body. Watching her exchange money with what we presume is a little bird is a nice detail we will see again no doubt.

The Daemon and Viserys confrontation scene is SO GOOD. SO GOOD.

Daemon is not a nice dude, we know that he has self serving motives and that at the end of the day he is untrustworthy. We know that he is using Rhaenyra to get back at his brother in a twisted way, because otherwise he would have denied having slept with her, and he doesn’t. But I do think he loves her, in the most complicated way ever.

Daemon asking Viserys to wed Rhaenyra is interpreted as an obvious bid to get closer to the throne, but I disagree. His earlier comments about being married for duty, but maintaining the ability to do what you want is important within your marriage are important here. He mentions wanting to restore their house to the same glory it had under Aegon’s rule; Aegon had two wives (like Daemon would if he wed Rhaenyra). It was said Aegon married his older sister for duty, and younger sister for love. Perhaps that is Daemon’s true intention as well. At the end of the day I don’t think he wants the throne, he wants his family protected and put in the best position to rule.

The Catspaw Dagger scene. Truly gave me chills. Viserys references previous owners of the dagger and one of them is Aegon (the man is mentioned constantly). This scene is a great way to make Rhaenyra come to terms and agreement with the benefits of arranged marriages, especially after her talks with Daemon. She must set herself up to succeed because being hair goes beyond her feelings, she now carry’s the prophesy with her, and that is the most important thing now.

Viserys and Otto scene. SO GOOD. I could watch Viserys remote that pin all day. This was the episode that we finally saw Viserys have a spine. We also see that despite their struggling relationship, Rhaenyra still has her fathers ear and influence. She quite easily convinces her father to finally be done with Otto and his untrustworthiness, something we know he’s recognized and thought but has not yet had the guts to do. This influence other her father proves to us once again why Daemon being linked to Rhaenyra could and would only benefit him. She is stronger willed than her father, and Daemon knows she could/would be a great Queen.

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