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targaryenimagines · 1 year ago

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My Khaleesi

Dark!Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,586

Summary: Daenerys claims more than the Iron Throne on the day she takes King’s Landing.

Warning(s): Smut and G!P Daenerys.

Notes: Wasn’t sure if you wanted Dark!Dany (in a sense) or not, but decided to just do it that way for this one shot! If you’d like another one with a non dark Dany, I’ll be more than happy to do that. Also, this is definitely the most graphic smut I’ve written… I apologize if it’s bad.

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Ash still falls from the sky like distorted flecks of snow— rubble shifts under foot as you make your way through the courtyard of the Red Keep. You didn’t have to turn your head far to see the destruction that had been wrought across King’s Landing, a destruction that had come at the hands of the woman you love the most in this world.

Fire and blood had come to Westeros, you think, side-stepping a charred corpse. And penance seemed to have been paid in full.

The sights, along with the smells, that assault you the farther you trek into the once great city aren’t something that sits well with you, nor does the knowledge that Westeros had pushed Daenerys, your Dany, to this point. That all of her grief: Viserion, Jorah, Rhaegal, and Missandei, along with all of her men that she lost in the North, had forced her spirit into shattering so completely.

I don’t want to be Queen of the Ashes…

A saying that had constantly been thrown towards Daenerys, that had been used as a means to control her, keep her in line, and what better way to do that then remind her of her father’s legacy, a tale that’s haunted her ever since she discovered it, and had been continually repeated until Daenerys spouted it out as if she was simply talking about the weather. Her drive, the passion that had carried her through Essos, slowly being driven out of her the longer she spent in the toxic landscape that is Westeros; forever surrounded by the tales of her ancestors, by the fear and hatred that the people she saved showed her, at the clear refusal to ever accept her as anything more than a Targaryen Whore.

Rounding the corner of yet another hallway, you pause just outside of the throne room, or what you believe to be anyway, and think over everything that had transpired. Think of the darkness that had seemed to have only grown in intensity since the Night King had been dealt with. Would Daenerys, after all of this, still wish to see you? Would you still have a place by her side?

Only one way to find out…

With a deep intake of breath, you step fully into the debilitated area that had once been a source of great pride— at the head of it all being the almost legendary throne itself, a mass of melted together swords, and standing before it?

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps, Daenerys turns from her perusal of the throne, and a warm smile quirks her lips at your nearing form.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon,” she murmurs, adoration clear within violet eyes. Slim arms wrapping around your middle the moment your close enough for her to grab. A single gloved finger gently tracing down the expanse of your cheek, rubbing away the hints of ash that still remained. “I’m glad to see you unharmed. I don’t know what I would have done if that hadn’t been the case.”

You lean into the hand still resting on your cheek, a happy smile of your own making an appearance. “Burn down the rest of Westeros?” A dark look flashes through violet eyes, your joke suddenly taking on an all too serious light that you desperately wanted to veer away from. Bumping into her slightly, you disentangle from slim arms, warmed by the smallest bit of hesitance she had at letting you go, you step closer to the throne. “This is it? The Iron Throne?”

Daenerys settles next to you. “It is.” She touches the arm of it with an almost reverent air. “After all these years, all the trials and tribulations that I went through, I’m finally here. A Targaryen is finally the holder of the Iron Throne once more. I’ve brought honor back to my family.”

“You’ve honored them for years already, Dany. You simply being alive is honor by itself.” You angle your head, not surprised at all to see that she had already been looking at you. “This just exemplifies you into the ranks of Aegon.”

Violet eyes gleam with an almost childlike wonder, the hand closest to you touching your cheek with the same reverence she had shown the throne. “Aegon had his wives, he had his queens.” She steps away from you, taking her rightful seat on the throne. “Something that I’ll be in need of moving forward.”

Your head dips. “Anything I can help you with?”

Daenerys chuckles lightly, the sound rumbling from deep within her chest like one of Drogon’s roars. “There is, Y/N.” Gesturing for you to come closer, a command that you listen to without question, she gently maneuvers you into a kneeling position before her, slender fingers tangling themselves within the strands of your hair. “Say yes.”

“Your Grace?”

“Say yes to marrying me, to becoming my wife and queen.” Her holds tightens, forcing your head to tilt back. “Say yes to becoming mine and I’ll make sure everything you could ever want becomes yours.”

A small smile twists your lips upward. “Everything that I could ever want already is.”

At the words a small growl escapes Daenerys, her head dipping downward to press a heated kiss to your lips, maintaining that you’re kept in place by the iron-clad hold she still has on your hair. And, like with everything else, Daenerys didn’t hesitate in conquering what is hers, tongue barely brushing over your bottom lip before she plunders into your mouth, taking you for everything you have. The taste of you, the submission in which you’re showing her, along with the location no doubt, makes Daenerys almost frantic in her need for you.

Barely pulling away, giving you both a moment to breathe, before she’s claiming your lips once more— it’s wet, filthy in a way that makes your mind fog over in lust, and you can’t quite get enough air into your lungs through your nose, something that constantly ensures her scent is all that you’re surrounded by, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Wouldn’t want to be in any other position than where you are now; kneeling in front of your Khaleesi, her pleasure becoming yours.

Finally, with a ragged breath, Daenerys fully pulls away from you, a thin trail of saliva still connecting you both, before she shifts too far back and it snaps in half. Violet eyes, blown nearly black in lust, pin you in place as Daenerys slowly undoes the buckle of her pants, and jerks it down, the actions clear on what she expected from you. And, without preamble, or any sort of prompting, you help Daenerys with removing them, gently taking off her boots, before pulling her tight-fitting pants off her slim legs. The sight that greets you once you look up almost causing your mouth to dry up completely.

Daenerys Targaryen sat in all of her glory, bare from the waist down, her thick member jutting out from the apex of her thighs. The look in her eyes, in the darkness that lurks just out of reach, tells you all that you need to know, how your Khaleesi wished for you to service her next. Something you didn’t have a problem with doing, damn the consequences of potentially being caught in the wide open throne room.

Taking her into your hands, feeling her warmth, and the way that she twitches ever-so-slightly at your touch, is a heady sort of power that you’re never going to get used to.

Taking her into your mouth, jaw stretched wide to accommodate her girth, feeling the way she arches into the wetness it provides, hands tightening even further into your hair, the wonderful concoction of pain and pleasure, fuels you more than anything ever could.

Bobbing up and down, taking her deeper and deeper into your throat, listening to the breathy sighs she lets loose whenever she completely bottoms out, is a drug you never want to get off of. Her flavor— musky with just the barest hint of sweetness and something spicy— spreads across your tastebuds, your tongue lovingly swirling around the tip of her cock, taking in as much of her as you possibly could.

“Iksā doing sīr sȳz syt nyke.” The Valyrian praise escapes her in a low snarl, hands now guiding you in the exact way she wanted, your own simply being braced on her thighs as you let her use you. “Issare iā sȳz riña syt nyke. Ñuha sȳz riña.”

All you can do is moan in response, mouth completely stuffed full of her, but the vibrations makes her tense even further, another snarl rumbling from deep within her. You know that she’s close, can tell by the way her thighs were beginning to tremble underneath your touch, and the quickening of her thrusts, and your head moves even faster because of it— wanting nothing more than to feel her release down your throat, for your tongue to be coated by her cum.

“Issi ao jāre naejot gūrogon ziry mirre? Gūrogon everything bona nyke tepagon ao?” Daenerys groans out the question, clearly fighting with herself to not succumb just yet to the pleasure of her release. Peering up, you’re instantly met with darkened violet eyes, a rosy hue predominant across fair cheeks. Clearly waiting for a response, all you can do is gurgle around the cock currently in your throat, hoping that your eyes gave her all the answers she needed, which, by the tightening of her hands, absolutely did. “Sȳz riña.”

Within the next moment, jets of Daenerys cum shoots out, going straight into your stomach as you desperately swallow to make sure you don’t lose any of it. The feeling of warmth as her seed settles deep within you is one you’ve long since grown familiar with, but the possessive heat in her eyes as she watches you swallow it all down is definitely new. A reaction that causes your own arousal to come to the forefront of your mind finally, wetness clearly coating your thighs, waiting for your Khaleesi’s touch.

Daenerys pulls her cock from your mouth a moment later— the still hard length shimmering with the combination of leftover cum and saliva— allowing for you to take a deep lungful of air at last. Remnants of her still on your tongue.

Her thumb brushes across your bottom lip, briefly pushing into your mouth for you to suck on, before she retracts her hand and tugs you up onto her lap. Slim arms bracing your lower half perfectly against herself, settling her own body more fully on the Iron Throne.

“You did so good for me,” she murmurs, trailing slender fingers down your thighs. Nowhere near where you needed her the most though. “Do you want to continue?”

You nod. “More than anything, Khaleesi.“

Daenerys hums at the old title, hands gripping your hips in a hold that you know would leave bruises, lips ghosting across your jawline and down your neck.

“You’re mine, right?” Teeth nips into the sensitive flesh beneath your pulse point. “No one else can have you this way, fuck you the way that I can, or hear the beautiful noises you make when you fall apart.”

“Only you, Dany,” you whisper, nuzzling your nose against hers. “It’ll only ever be you. I’m yours completely.”

There isn’t need for more words after that, Daenerys simply hikes your dress higher up your waist, tearing your small-clothes away completely, before rubbing her hardened member against the wetness that has collected between your legs, a deep groan escaping her at the feeling of your clear want for her.

Within the next heartbeat, she’s buried to the hilt within you, a sharp keen being ripped from your chest at the feeling of complete fullness, the delicious stretch as your body tries to acclimate to the feeling of her, and begins to rut roughly into you. Hands slide from their place on your waist to settle on your hips, guiding you up and down as you begin to bounce in response to her thrusts.

A breathy moan falls from your lips, arms wrapped tightly around Daenerys neck, tugging her closer to you, continuing to ride her in complete abandon, wet slapping noise, intercepted by occasional grunts and moans, filled the air, echoing out across the empty throne room. A part of you thinks that you might even be able to be heard down below, the ripped open wall next to the throne offering an excellent siphon to the noises, but then Daenerys twists her hips in just the right way and everything, that doesn’t have to do with the mind numbing pleasure she gives you, vanishes from you mind in an instant.

Nails make crescent moons in the soft flesh of your hips, bruises no doubt already forming on your lower abdomen from how hard Daenerys was thrusting up into you, but the knowledge that your Khaleesi is marking you in such a way, that she’s lost parts of her control because of you, makes you not care in the slightest— you were hers, completely and irreversibly. Her pleasure was your own.

With another strangled gasp, your head falls to her chest, still clad in her formal garb, the metal cool against the heated expanse of your forehead, no longer being able to keep yourself upright. You could feel your climax approaching— coming faster and faster as Daenerys brushed against the spot within you every time she pulled out. Your core clenching around her desperately, trying to keep her within you, milk her for all that she’s worth, and the tight constriction causes a strangled sound of her own to resonate from your Khaleesi.

Feet planted firmly into the floor, she begins to piston fully into you, your body arching into her, allowing her to move you as she saw fit, clearly chasing her second release and your own.

“I’m going to mark you in a way that no one ever has.” Feverish violet eyes meet your own, strands of silvery-gold hair sticking to her heated cheeks, torn from their intricate braids, as her grip on you tightens more. “You’re going to bear my children, you’re going to continue on the Targaryen name. Would you like that?”

You moan. “Yes.”

The thought of carrying her children, of continuing on the Targaryen Legacy, filled you with a sense of purpose, a sense of warmth.

Pushing your head further into her chest, you plead. “Do it, Khaleesi. Claim me.”

With a ragged snarl, Daenerys’s hips stutter and before you know it jets of warmth fill you up, going straight to your womb. The feeling triggers your own release, a broken moan leaving you as you milk Daenerys for everything she has, everything that she’d be willing to offer. Harshly panting, Daenerys settles back onto the throne, hands gently running down your spine, holding you as closely as she possibly still could, still buried inside of you.

“Thank you,” she whispers, nuzzling you before she presses a kiss to your damp temple.

You sigh, content in her arms. “Always.”

Pressing another kiss to your head, Daenerys angles your face in order for you to look at her, the open look of adoration on her face one that’d only ever be reserved for you and her son.

“My beautiful love, my lovely wife.” She drops a chaste kiss to your lips, her hips beginning to move once more. “My eternal queen.”

“My Khaleesi.”

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brutalfantasytarot · 20 days ago

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leeknot · 1 month ago

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Hello i love your fics may I please have a request of skz ot7 jealous of jeongin girlfriend who's younger than jeongin and she's really smart and really beautiful but also an amazing loyal girlfriend to jeongin even though it's her first relationship and she takes care of all of them like always cooking and cleaning up after them and she is close to and has a bond with each of them and they each get a little possessive even though she isn't theirs and if you are comfortable make it a smutty and jeongin is fine with sharing

Eight Boys, One Girl

A/N : Haiii :3 Thank you so much for requesting this @babygirlskz98!! I'm really glad that you love my fics <33 I really had fun writing this and I hope it turned out the way you imagined it :))

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Pairing : skz OT8 × reader

Warnings : smut

MDNI

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Jeongin walked into the shared dorm room, his heart fluttering with excitement as he anticipated his girlfriend,Y/N's welcoming presence. At nineteen, she was his first love, and her beauty, intellect, and nurturing spirit never ceased to amaze him.

"Hey baby!" he heard her sweet voice call out from the kitchen. The rich aroma of homemade kimchi fried rice filled the air, making his stomach growl.

Jeongin grinned broadly as he sauntered into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Y/N's petite waist from behind. She leaned into his embrace, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she continued stirring the fried rice.

"Mmm, it smells incredible in here." Jeongin praised, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. He loved how she always took care of them, cooking and cleaning without ever complaining.

As if on cue, the other Stray Kids members began filtering into the kitchen, drawn by the tantalizing aroma. Seungmin was the first to approach, his eyes lingering on Y/N with an unusual intensity. "Y/N-ah, you've outdone yourself again,"

Seungmin complemented, sneakily inching closer to her side. Hyunjin flashed a cheeky grin, playfully stealing a piece of fried rice straight from the pan. "Tastes even better than it smells!" he declared with gusto.

While they all gathered around the food, BangChan couldn't help but add, "No wonder we put up with living in such a messy dorm. At least we have a queen who keeps us fed and clean." He winked at Y/N, causing Jeongin to subtly tense up.

Lee Know, ever the observant one, noticed the flicker of jealousy in Jeongin's eyes. He decided to poke the bear, leaning against the counter beside Y/N and casually draping his arm around her shoulders. "Y/N's so smart too, you know." Lee Know remarked,

Jeongin felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him as Lee Know casually leaned in close to his girlfriend. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white. But before he could intervene, Felix sidled up to Y/N's other side, his golden eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" Felix asked innocently, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Y/N turned to face him, only to find Felix's face inches from hers. "Who's your favorite member?"

The room fell silent as all the members awaited Y/N's answer. Jeongin's jaw clenched, his eyes darting between Felix and Y/N. Chan,Minho,Changbin,Hyunjin,Han,Jeongin and Seungmin all looked at her expectantly.

"Well..." Y/N smiled shyly, knowing she had them all in the palm of her hand. Her gaze slowly swept across each of their faces, leaving them on tenterhooks. Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat as she finally spoke "You know what?"

All the members leaned in closer, hanging on Y/N's every word. Her smile widened as she saw how desperately they wanted her favor. "Each of you is special to me in your own way," Y/N announced serenely, "So it's impossible to choose just one favorite. But,"

She paused for dramatic effect, the room holding its breath. "If I really had to pick, I suppose it would be... the one who's been the most protective and caring towards me." Y/N's gaze locked onto Jeongin's, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Jeongin's eyes widened momentarily as Y/N's praise washed over him, a mix of pride and relief washing through his veins. The tension visibly drained from his shoulders as he pulled her more firmly against his chest, basking in this public affirmation of her affection.

As Jeongin clung to Y/N possessively, the air in the kitchen seemed to thicken, charged with a sudden undercurrent of sensual tension. Hyunjin was the first to break the charged silence, his voice a low, playful rumble.

"You know, Y/N," Hyunjin purred, his eyes roaming over her possessively, "Jeongin might be your favorite, but what about the rest of us?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing the other six members to start closing in on Y/N.

Changbin stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stroke Y/N's hair, his warm fingers tangling in the soft strands. "We can't just let Jeongin have all the fun." he said with a smirk, his eyes flicking to Han, who was already undoing Y/N's shirt buttons.

As Han's cold hands pushed Y/N's shirt off her shoulders, revealing her bare collarbone, Felix stepped in, his lips finding the exposed skin and placing gentle kisses there. He looked up at Y/N with lust-filled eyes, "She always smells so good..."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as all 8 men surrounded her, their touches gentle yet possessive. Her cheeks flushed red as she whispered, "Are we really..." Her voice trailed off, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in her tone. "All of you?"

"Every. Last. One." Chan growled playfully, his large hands gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh, sending sparks of excitement through your body.

Hyunjin slid behind Y/N, his hands cupping her breasts as he murmured huskily in her ear. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." Changbin knelt, hands stroking up her thighs while peering at her under hooded lids.

Seungmin, watching the escalating lust with glittering eyes, reached out and began slowly stroking Y/N's hair, tilting her head back. "Just relax and let us worship you." he breathed, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, sensual kiss.

Jeongin, who had been quietly observing from the side, finally stepped forward. His usually playful expression was replaced with a serious, almost predatory gaze. He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. "Turn around,"

"Turn around, precious," Jeongin commanded softly, his voice carrying an unexpected dominance. "I want you to see what you do to us... how badly we all want you." As Y/N slowly turned, he ran his fingertips down her spine, making her shiver.

All eight of them stood in a semicircle around Y/N, their eyes dark with desire as they slowly began removing their clothing, revealing perfect, toned bodies - each unique yet equally captivating. Jeongin's fingers continued tracing patterns on Y/N's back as he pressed closer.

Jeongin's warm breath tickled Y/N's neck as he whispered, "Now, sit on the bed." As Y/N sat, the other seven men slowly approached, surrounding her like predators. Chan knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees.

Chan slowly spread Y/N's thighs, revealing her to the hungry gaze of the seven men surrounding her. Hyunjin knelt beside Chan, his fingers tracing up Y/N's inner thigh. Seungmin stood behind her, his hands resting on her waist.

Minho stood on the other side of the bed, his eyes locked on Y/N's face as he stroked his hard length. Hyunjin, the tallest of the group, loomed over Y/N, his large hands resting on the bed on either side of her head.

Hyunjin leaned down, his face inches from Y/N's, his warm breath fanning over her lips as he spoke in a low, rumbling voice. "We're going to take you together, precious. Every inch of you, filled to the brim with our cocks."

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Jeongin pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "And we're not going to be gentle." he murmured, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair.

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Jeongin pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "And we're not going to be gentle," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair.

With a firm tug, Jeongin pulled Y/N's head back, forcing her to look up at the eight men surrounding her. Chan and Felix both pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her tight pussy as Changbin notched the head of his thick cock against her entrance.

"We're going to fill every hole, precious," Changbin said, his voice low and husky as he began to slowly push inside her. Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. Seungmin leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

While Changbin established a steady rhythm, Felix replaced his fingers with his tongue, swirling around her sensitive clit. At the same time, Minho brought his cock to her lips. "Open up, love." he whispered, guiding himself between her lips as Hyunjin watched with heated eyes.

While Changbin continued setting a steady rhythm, Felix maintained his attention on her clit, earning whimpers from Y/N. Han and Seungmin kept their teasing ministrations on her breasts, while Minho gently thrust into her mouth. Jeongin, still holding her hair, whispered in her ear...

"- such a good girl, taking us all..." Jeongin's free hand trailed down to her throat, feeling the vibrations as Minho slowly fucked her mouth While Changbin established a steady pace, Felix's tongue and fingers expertly worked her clit and entrance. "Ready, precious?"

Changbin eased out of her pussy, making way for Felix who pressed his length against her entrance. "Don't worry, love, we'll take care of you." Felix whispered, slowly pushing in while Hyunjin repositioned himself between her thighs to replace Felix's tongue.

Y/N let out a muffled moan around Minho's cock as Felix bottomed out inside her. The feeling of being so full had her eyes rolling back. Seungmin and Han shifted, each lifting one of her legs over their shoulders, opening her up even more for the guys.

Hyunjin lapped at her inner thighs as Jeongin guided Minho's hand to her throat, allowing him to wrap his fingers gently around it. Changbin repositioned himself between her breasts, pressing them together around his length. "Look at me."

Y/N gazed up at Changbin with lust-darkened eyes as he slid his cock between her pressed-together breasts, grunting softly at the slick friction. Seungmin teased her nipple with his tongue while Han pinched the other, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

The guys picked up their pace, fucking and sucking her relentlessly. Felix slammed into her g-spot, causing her to scream around Minho's cock. Changbin's thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax, his cock twitching between her breasts. "Fuck, I'm gonna-!"

Changbin roared, finding his release between her breasts as Felix and Seungmin found their release inside her and on her stomach. Hyunjin lapped up the combined releases as Han and Jeongin guided Minho to finish in her mouth, choking her slightly with his large release.

"Good girl." Minho praised as he pulled out, trailing a string of cum down her chin "Look how beautiful you are like this," Jeongin whispered, wiping the cum from her face gently "Are you okay, precious?" Felix checked in, kissing her temple sweetly.

"More than okay... though I might not be able to walk straight tomorrow," she managed a weak, satisfied smile, her body still trembling with aftershocks "Good," Chan chuckled, wiping cum from between her breasts "That means we did our job right."

The guys took turns holding and cuddling her, each marking her with their scents again. She fell asleep sandwiched between Felix and Jeongin, their arms wrapped around her protectively. As the sun rose, they all woke up entangled, smiling softly at each other.

"You know, I think we should talk," Felix suggested, sitting up and looking at the group huddled together "We're all obviously very close, and not just physically," He looked at Jeongin "Jeongin, you are her boyfriend, but now..."

Jeongin sighed and then smiled slightly, pulling Y/N closer to him. "It's okay, everyone. I've realized that what's most important is Y/N's happiness, and she clearly finds joy with all of you too. If that means sharing her, well..."

"We're all in this together now?" Han finished, looking around at the group with a hopeful expression. The other guys nodded in agreement, Seungmin speaking up. "We'll all be her boyfriends, officially. No more sneaking around or hiding our feelings."

Jeongin chuckled and then smiled warmly at Y/N. "I'm fine with it, as long as you're happy, my love. I'll just have to get used to sharing you with these idiots." He joked, playfully poking the others.

"Hehe, we'll all share her equally," Felix suggested, "No favoritism, no jealousy." Heungmin nodded in agreement, "And we'll all live together too, right?"

"I love you all so much," Y/N spoke softly, her voice still sleepy from the night's activities "I never intended for this to happen, but... I can't imagine being without any of you now. Are you sure you're all okay sharing?"

"More than okay," Jeongin replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We've talked about it, and we're all in agreement. We want to be with you, together. No more sneaking around or keeping secrets."

"Yeah, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can talk to us," Han added, his arm wrapping possessively around Y/N's waist. "You're ours now, officially. Our girlfriend, our everything."

And just like that, their unconventional relationship was official. Y/N was now the shared girlfriend of eight loving and possessive men, and they were her devoted boyfriends in every sense of the word.

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kmixon · 5 months ago

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Cristine Sanchez is planning Hailey like a fool

Cristine Sanchez, in the episode, she may be a BIG Chaos Bots, Joanne Droid be Chaos Bots.... that's Cristine Sanchez's first plan for low Crab Queen Pageant.

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queenofallerdalehall · 1 year ago

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months ago

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It’d be interesting to see Vil speak with Mama Rosehearts, considering they both can be perceived as having similar motivations (Maintaining strict rules/regimens for the improvement of yourself/your child).

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

"... and that concludes our tour of Pomefiore."

With an elegant hand, Vil indicated the lounge. The regal parlor boasted plush purple cushions, gold trim, and sumptuous crimson curtains. Classic and tasteful, crafted in the spirit of the Beautiful Queen.

"You may relax here and enjoy our amenities if you wish. I will be present if you have any additional questions about the dormitory.”

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd of parents. Several of them shuffled off to claim seats or into smaller groups to mingle. But one woman, dressed head to toe in red, remained.

She stepped up to Vil, accompanied by the smell of roses and antiseptic. A bouquet brought to a hospital, fresh flowers laid out in a patient's room.

“Mr. Schoenheit. I wanted to thank you for that informative, insightful tour. It’s clear that you are well-disciplined and meticulous in carrying out your duties as dorm leader. You’re an example to be followed.”

“You’re very welcome. I’m honored by your praise, Miss…?”

“Rosehearts.“

“Rosehearts…” Vil’s brows shot up. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to a Riddle Rosehearts, would you?”

“That would be my son.”

"Ah, I thought you seemed familiar." He flashed his famous, perfect smile for her. "Excuse me, I had no idea I was speaking with the mother of a fellow dorm leader. Riddle is quite competent for a second year and tirelessly works to ensure that the Heartslabyul students stay in line."

"Yes, he’s always been such a good boy—but with him being away from home for his studies, I worry about bad influences getting to him. Knowing that Riddle has some good role models like yourself around sets my heart at ease."

Vil gave a laugh. "Bad influences? Surely he has the wherewithal to tame them. I’ve seen him work his magic on more than one occasion.”

“Perhaps, but I’m afraid this runs far deeper than a few miscreants running rampant.” Rosehearts sighed deeply. “There’s this boy—” she practically spat the word out as it it was toxic, “—constantly at his side, whispering poison into his ear. His vice dorm leader, in fact. He’s been hovering like a fly to a flower since Riddle’s youth, tempting him into skipping lessons and partaking in sugar.”

Vil had an effort to not let surprise register on his face. He fought the amused smile his lips wanted to form.

Did I hear that correctly? Riddle’s mother finds fault with Trey? The mild-mannered man that knocks on the door with free cakes every other week? That Trey?

Vil cleared his throat, reorienting himself. “It can certainly be a problem to frequently indulge in vices. From what I recall, Trey has a terrible habit of enabling others. He’s the type of man that finds it difficult to tell someone ‘no’. However, there is value in indulging oneself every now and again. Riddle could make do with the occasional reminder, lest he burn out like a star.”

Mrs. Rosehearts gaped at him. With her jaw unhinged so wide and painted red, she resembled a goldfish.

“A mother knows what is best for her child.” There was an edge to Mrs. Roseheart’s words. Prickly, like thorns. “That boy cannot be trusted with my Riddle’s wellbeing.”

“Your Riddle?” Vil repeated the phrase, and it tasted wrong. Too fiery hot, almost possessive. To keep it in his mouth for too long was to let it burn his tongue.

“He’s my son.”

His gaze hardened, but he kept his poise, his practiced smile. “If you do not mind my saying so, madam… A child may belong to the parents, but children are independent entities. Part of a parent’s responsibility is knowing when it is appropriate to stand back and grant the child space to make their own decisions.”

“I’m fortunate to have a father that grants me that. I have him to thank for the man I am today, mother or no mother.”

Mrs. Rosehearts had grown increasingly red in the face. From anger, embarrassment—she was like a bomb, close to blowing. Here, in public, with so many onlookers.

"You have no idea what it takes to raise a child," she spat. "How dare you talk down to me...!"

And so Vil diverted, diffusing her.

“… In any case, that is my personal experience. I do not intend to give others parenting advice. I’m inexperienced in that area myself.”

Vil placed one hand on his hip and lifted the other. He, a poisonous flower amid the roses.

“But allow me to offer you this: as someone who works closely with Riddle, I can assure you that he is coming into his own, on his own terms. Myself, Trey… All of us are merely there to support him on that journey. I hope that you can be that support for him as well.”

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fujoshirat · 2 months ago

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Please Please Please! ♡

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓾𝓹 𝓼𝓸 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮

Summary: Born with a blue flame, it is to your family's dismay that your body cannot withstand the extreme heat. In order to save the family's face, you're put in an arranged marriage with the crown prince of the Fire Nation. Unfortunately, the crown prince and your fiancé doesn't seem to happy with that...

Warnings: small mention of blood, asshole jerk Zuko pre-character development, afab reader, angst, unrequited love (I haven't watched ATLA in a while so I don't know the timeline so don't come after me if it isn't completely accurate (╥﹏╥)), reader can sing!

Word Count: 4k...

Inspired by "Please Please Please!" by my queen Sabrina Carpenter!

The sickeningly sweet smell of the fire lily perfume burned your nostrils. You had no choice but to breathe it in as you sat in the regal carriage, the multitude of layers of the elaborate robe reminding you of the burden you were “gifted.” ‘A gift,’ you thought, ‘yeah right.’ In your heart, a single blue flame burned. It burned a beautiful blue, like the ocean. But it was only a single flame, nothing more.

It was the chief cause of your current situation: drowning in expensive robes, gagging on the stuffy perfume, all dolled up and being taken to the Fire Nation capital to meet your fiancé. Apparently, the royal advisors and fire lord himself seemed to have no issues with wedding you off with the soon-to-be-crown prince. Why? not only were you the eldest daughter of an important general in the fire lord’s army, but you also possessed a trace of a blue flame. The flame was present since you first tried to fire bend in your childhood. The catch? Your body was naturally too weak to be “comfortable” with the powerful flame. The blue flame would scorch your pretty skin badly, leaving nasty burns and scars. That meant that you couldn’t overexert yourself, you couldn’t push yourself to your limits according to your father’s standards. You couldn’t be a strong fire bender like they wanted you to be.

And then, your mother had an idea.

In order to give you a good life (you suspect that she just wanted to save face for both her and your father), she proposed to wed you to the prince, Prince Zuko. Using that shrewd tact and calm voice, she convinced his majesty the fire lord himself to arrange the marriage.

A pebble that the carriage must have hit snaps you out of your thoughts because finally, the carriage stops. Looking out the window, your eyes widen slightly at the breathtaking building before you: the palace. The driver opens the door for you, holding your hand softly to help you down. You take a deep breath in order to clear the heavy scent of fire lilies from your nose, mentally thankful for the fresh air. At the top of the stairs, you notice two servants waiting, as well as your parents already ascending up the steps. Your gaze trails back to the ocean in the horizon before you also walk up the stairs, unwanted destiny awaiting you.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Thank the spirits and the ancestors for somehow persuading the fire lord to have the decency to provide you your own room. Meeting the crown prince was… eventful. Once you had entered the throne you, you immediately caught sight of Fire Lord Ozai, Princess Azula, and Prince Zuko. The young prince was probably also your age, based on his youthful features. However, it was evident that he was certainly skilled in fire bending and most likely excelled in training. What puzzled you the most (other than his frown), was the large burn mark on the left side of his face. Was it from his training? An accident? Not wanting to seem rude, you tear your eyes away from him and bow courteously. The fire lord seemed to have liked that, because as he was talking with your parents, he wore a smile on his face the entire time. Similarly, Princess Azula had a condescending smirk painted on her face, as if she was proud of it. No doubt was she thinking, ‘So this is who my brother is going to marry.’ She made you nervous, and no doubt did she take pride in that. The entire conversation, you stayed quiet. ‘Y/N, you must keep your mouth shut and stay silent unless spoken to, and you remember the lesson on manners and proper responses of a noble, correct?’→that was what your godforsaken mother had told you. You didn’t feel like talking anyways, so you were thankful that the first lord never addressed you.

And Prince Zuko? You were sure that no one would ever want to be in an arranged marriage, but the crown prince made it known that he didn’t like this. His arms were crossed the entire time, eyebrows furrowed and sharp, piercing gaze watching you and your parents. It felt like he could see through you. He was handsome (besides that awful haircut), but his demeanor screamed hate and a nasty temper. Finally, after what seemed like hours of talking, a young servant quietly led you to your room.

Now, you sat on your bed, the expensive silk nightgown hugging your skin. There were 5 days until the prince’s birthday, meaning that the advisors would officially announce the engagement. It was a day you knew you would dread, though you did not realize how much you would dread it.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your mother instructed the servants to doll you up and good gracious do they do their job well.

A little too well, because your corset was waaaaaay to tight. Not enough to suffocate you, but enough to give you discomfort. Not to mention the gorgeous maroon dress that made you itchy. You had to fight the makeup lady not to overdo the makeup, eventually settling for mascara, blush, and lip tint, no doubt the finest in all of the land. It was already a quarter to 7, almost time for Prince Zuko’s birthday ball and the event that you’ve been anxious about. It wasn’t your first time attending a ball—due to your father’s status, he would take you with him and your mother to the multitude of balls held by other nobles, generals, and dukes. However, a ball held by the fire lord himself in his very own palace ballroom was cosmic. There would be way more people than there usually are at the smaller balls you’ve attended. More eyes watching you, judging you, peering into your soul: Who are you and what makes you worthy of being arranged to marry the crown prince? One of the servants clears her throat and smiles. "Miss Y/N, you look absolutely stunning.” The other maids also clap, as if you accomplished something. Not used to the compliments (all of the compliments you received from your parents were fake), you smile shyly and bow your head. “Thank you.”

A knock on the door—a butler cracks the fancy wood open. “Miss Y/N, are you ready? You must make your appearance with Prince Zuko soon.” Stomach twisting in knots, you bow to the servants before following the butler to the private foyer leading to the entrance of the ballroom. There, the crown prince stood, watching his sister process after the fire lord and your parents. The butler clears his throat, gaining the attention of the prince, elaborately dressed in fine robes, hues of scarlet and maroon.

“Prince Zuko, Miss Y/N is here.” Turning around, Zuko glances at you, a scowl on his face. Politely, you curtsy and smile.

“Prince Zuko, good evening.”

Not expected a scoff, you tweak when he seems to mock you, his expression never softening. “Let’s go.” ‘Wow, I tried to be nice and polite, and yet he seems to lack basic manners and social skills.’ You link his arm with his, trying not to let your nerves show, and the two of you exit the dimly lit foyer and enter the ballroom. Right as you walk in, you’re blinded by the dazzling diamonds and lights reflecting off the numerous chandeliers. With a smile, you wave your free hand as your mother taught you: daintily with a gentle touch. You sneak a quick glance at your fiancé’s expression, an unamused face.

‘Geez, even if you don’t like me or this arrangement, at least pretend.’

His actions and entire demeanor baffle you. As someone in such a high position, he was rebellious, and he made it known. Suddenly, shiver bolts down your spine when you realize that everyone’s eyes are on you as the two of you reach the elevated throne platform. Young ladies with envious expressions, judgmental gazes of elder nobles, and all eyes of the elite peering into your soul. You seem to know the question that they’re all thinking:

Who are you and what makes you worthy of being arranged to marry the crown prince?

—

Quite frankly, that ball was shit. The guests seemed quite shocked when the fire lord himself announced the engagement. Thankfully, when Lord Ozai called you up to show your bending, their minds seemed to be put at ease. When the blue flames formed at your nimble fingertips, slightly burning them (not that they could tell from the distance), they were at awe and even applauded. That wasn’t the end of it, however. When you joined Zuko at his side, he walked away, leaving you standing like a statue.

‘What?’

You watched him walk over to a noble lady and man, no doubt his friends. They were his age and seemed to be close, because his expression visibly softened.

Instead of moping about the stupid prince ('get a grip, Y/N!’), you decided to busy yourself with greeting the guests and thanking them for coming. Greeting strangers and exchanging pleasantries, all crucial in the game of house that you were forced to play. Forced to smile, forced to sit pretty, forced to marry the rude crown prince just because you weren’t strong enough.

And what about the crown prince? What did he do all throughout his night? You watched Prince Zuko stay with his friends, doing “normal” teenager things with his friends—clearly having more fun than you’d ever see him have with you.

And it hurt.

Sure, the arrangement sucked and the both of you hated it, but at least you tried to start things off right. Prince Zuko? He hadn’t done anything, hadn’t acknowledged you or your presence. It was like he denied your existence in his world. It hurt both your ego and your heart.

He did that the entire time, the entire four-hour duration of the ball. Ignored you, said nothing to you, and did not even bother checking up on you. You were on the verge of tears the entire time. Swallowing your bruised ego, you continued to make small talk with the elite. Finally, you were relieved when you were allowed to return to your room. You would have run if your heels weren’t hurting your feet so much. Locking the door, you stumble out of your shoes before collapsing on your bed. Pulling at the laces of your corset, you take off the suffocating dress and toss it to the floor, not caring anymore. Once in your nightgown, you tuck yourself in, the used sheets still foreign to you. This wasn’t home and it’ll never be home. You felt your throat tighten as your eyes began to water, reality truly sinking in for you.

You were to be wed to a boy who didn’t even acknowledge your existence in an unfamiliar “house.”

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

As the months went by, you began getting used to the life you now lived. Your parents returned to their home a month after the ball, leaving you alone in the palace all this time. The servants, your only friends, always checked up on you and seemed to be the only welcoming people there. The fire lord was always busy, especially with the increasing reports of the Avatar returning. The Avatar? You had heard of the man in stories and myths. You heart about how he disappeared a long time ago and of reports of his presence prior to your move to the Fire Capital. But was it true that he was back?

It must be so, because he was driving your fiancé insane. He was tasked to capture the Avatar since before you arrived and based on the sound of breaking ceramics and the unhealthy amount of glass scattered on the floor around the palace, you could quietly assume that things were not going well. Prince Zuko still had that temper that he oh so graciously greeted you with on your first day and it certainly hasn’t gotten better. Maybe that was why he was so unapproachable? Thankfully, it hasn’t made him scorn you more. Sure, he still refuses to acknowledge you as his fiancé and existing in his world, but at least he doesn’t beat or hit you.

However, the servants were not immune to his temper tantrums.

It was already near 1 am, and you had awoken to the sound of shattering and a shrill yell. You quickly get up, running out of your room to check the sound. Opening the door, you see one of the female maids on the ground. Around her, shards of glass and ceramics that no doubt made the noise. And to your surprise? Prince Zuko standing by her, fists clenched and a noticeable amount of blood coating his right fist. Instinctively, you stand between the terrified servant and your fiancé.

“Prince Zuko!” you hiss as quietly as you can as to not wake anyone up, “What the hell are you doing?” You tense up at his sharp gaze turning to your face, jaw visibly tightened and chest heaving.

“This doesn’t concern you,” he spat out. You notice a spilled tray of water near the glass, probably the maid’s own. With a comforting smile, you turn to the maid. “Go on and get some rest for the night. I’ll handle this.” She hastily gets back on her feet and bows graciously, “Thank you, Miss Y/N!” before scurrying off into the dark hallway and back to the servant quarters. Looking down, you sigh and push the broken shards of glass into a pile with the tray. Not bothering to look up at the prince, you start talking again.

“You know, she was just doing her job and being polite.”

“I don’t need her pity,” he snapped back, and you frowned even more. Standing up, you dust off your nightgown.

“She wasn’t pitying you, Prince Zuko, she was just offering you water. That’s her job and it’s good that she offered without being asked.”

You point your hand towards the glass pile and let a small blue flame melt it down.

“Instead, you scared her half to death and probably won’t be able to look at you for the next week. What’s wrong with you?” Your question must have snapped him out of his trance because prior to his now irritated expression, he was watching you melt the glass in awe. “What’s wrong with me? Well, Miss Y/N,” his tone was almost mocking, ouch. “I just got off a stupid ship after a stupid mission trying to capture the stupid Avatar! And guess what? He slipped through my fingers again! So, I think it’s reasonable that I be the ‘tad bit’ upset!”

His words hurt, and his tone made it worse. Not faltering, you let the melted glass cool off as you looked back up at him and tried to remain calm despite the rapid thumping of your heart.

“Prince Zuko, I understand your frustration, but it’s no excuse to take your anger out on others—especially those who are supporting you.”

Zuko’s irked expression seemed to have faltered, perhaps because no one had ever talked to him in such a calm and understanding tone. Unbeknownst to you, it brought up memories of the joyful little old man who’d “laze” around and make invite him for tea. It brought up memories of a beautiful, sweet woman whose absence brought sorrow and rainy days. And, he seemed to be coming to his senses as you watched him examine his bloodied hand and the glass “puddle.”

“I…” His voice trailed off, and for the first time, it didn’t seem like he hated you. A soft smile finally making its way to your face, you grab the hardened glass blob and open the door to your room.

“Come in, I’ll patch that up for you.”

The crown prince follows you in and quietly closes the door behind him. You lead him to the rocking chair by the large glass window covered by red, regal curtains and usher him to sit. Putting the hardened glass down, you open the drawer of the study desk and pull out a roll of bandages and tissue. “You have bandages?” You nod, “I always try to have because I get injured often when I fire bend.” As you clean his wound, Zuko sneaks glances at you. You’re much shorter and smaller than him, yet you look and act so mature. He then notices the small burn marks on your hands, ‘Were those from your fire bending?’ When the cotton tissue is pressed down a little harshly, the boy lets out a hiss, causing you to let up. “Oh! Sorry, was that too much?” You watch him wordlessly nod before tossing the bloodied cloth to the side and begin wrapping his hand in the bandages. Like second-hand nature, a familiar tune bubbles up in your mind and a hum slips from your throat. Singing eases your mind, so maybe it’ll clear the tension in the room. The soft melody of your humming fills the quiet room like the wind.

“You sound… nice.” At the sudden comment, you nearly drop the bandage as warmth rushes to your face. When was the last time that someone complimented your voice? Glancing up at him, your tired eyes meet his own tired amber ones. “Oh, um, thank you but it’s really nothing,” you stammer embarrassedly from the slip up and sudden praise. His gaze lingers on you as you go back to finishing up the bandage as an effort to distract yourself. No longer humming, the room becomes silent again.

…

It’s awkward… so awkward. In trying to start a conversation amidst the deafening silence, Prince Zuko speaks up again. “So… do you sing often?” “Hm? Oh,” you rip the edge of the bandage with your teeth to cut it, “I used to, but not that much anymore. Singing is what I did to pass the time while growing up.”

"Why’d you stop?”

The question caught you off guard, and you pause. Why did you stop singing? Looking down to tie off the bandage, you start speaking again, voice softer. “I don’t know, I guess my passion for it left me when I got a little older.” You can't remember the last time you sand in front of people, when you had confidence in your voice and not a care in the world. When you got a little older, it must have been the reality of the world that you lived in, your situation and crushing expectations of your family that made you stop. No longer did you find joy in it. Then, it became frowned upon.

Zuko is quiet for a moment, his frown deepening and face deep in thought. Inspecting his now bandaged hand, he stands up and looks at you.

“I meant why’d you stop humming just now.”

His words catch you off guard yet again, leaving you racking your fried brain for an answer. “Oh, I thought you didn’t like it.” You nervously play with a stand of your hair, cheeks heating up. You completely thought of the question wrong! The prince’s face softens, “You sounded nice…” You notice him trail off in hesitation before talking again.

“You should continue.”

You’re effectively rendered speechless at his words, cheeks flaring up again. Thank goodness that he was socially awkward, because your cheeks definitely gave you away. Desperate to shake off your flustered state, you laugh nervously. “Okay mister,” you tease daringly, “That’s enough for today. You should go to bed now.” As you push him towards the door, Zuko lets out a huff, brows furrowing and pout forming on his face. “I don’t need you telling me to go to sleep.” Even though his words were mean, they lacked their usual bite, as if he was playing along with you. A chuckle escapes your lips.

“Clearly you’re tired.”

“I’m not tired.”

You can’t help but laugh that his protest. “Prince Zuko, not everyone is a mighty fire bender that can pull all-nighters. I am such person who needs their rest—so out you go!” Playfully pushing him out the door, you grin at your fiancé. His face screams irritated, but he doesn’t say anything else and closes the door softly.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

The next morning, you skipped breakfast and stayed in your room. The events of the morning lingered heavily in your mind, casting a shadow of ambiguity. What was that? What did that mean? What did I mean? What does that mean for us? Sitting down to meditate, you fight the smile forming on your face when you recall the prince’s behavior. He didn’t seem to hate you as much after you calmed him down. He didn’t fight you when you wrapped his wound in a bandage and remained silent the entire time. You hold both of your hands out, little flickers of blue flames forming in your palms as you take a deep breath.

It was a good (who knows what) step, but a step is a step, and it was a step forward. Over the course of the next few months, Prince Zuko seemed to warm up to you a bit. The first time he mumbled a shy “good morning,” you almost collapsed.

Before you knew it and could stop yourself, you found yourself becoming captivated by him. You learned that he had a soft spot for turtle ducks (he threatened to kill you if you told anyone, a blatant but funny bluff) and that he enjoys making tea with his Uncle Iroh (a sweet man). He sucks at social interaction (that was obvious) but likes his friends.

And in turn, you began warming up to the palace and your reality. Prince Zuko had opened your heart amidst the arrangement, amidst the anger you held towards your parents. He made you feel like singing, and the small blue flame in your soul began to grow.

Like a stupid schoolgirl in love, you had begun hope that he would one day reciprocate, that maybe he’d get comfortable with you, too. You ignored the signs, both of the girl from the ball long ago and the reports of the Avatar breaking free again, and it was all to your own detriment.

Because before you knew it, he had a secret love of his own and was sent away more often, breaking your heart. You became quiet again and the flame in you slowly dimmed.

—

When you woke up one morning, you found the palace in chaos. Quickly putting on your robes, you notice the nervous glances and not-so-subtle whispers tossed around by the servants you grew to treasure. A sinking feeling pranced about in your stomach as you looked for someone who wouldn’t scamper off at your presence. Was it your hair? Your dress? You combed out your hair properly before leaving the room and chose a modest robe, so what was the problem? Turning a corner, you bump into the familiar butler. “Ah! My apologies Miss Y/N. Are you alright?” He thoughtfully scans you with his weary eyes, clearly worried about something. “I am! Thank you. Is everything alright? The palace is…” “A mess?” The older man let out a sigh and his expression became serious. You notice familiar female servants begin to walk to you. “Miss Y/N…” The butler looks at you with a solemn expression.

“The great Fire Lord Ozai has disowned Prince Zuko and banished him and his uncle.” Your jaw and heart drops at that statement.

“W-what? But… how? Why?” The butterflies in your stomach began to stir once more. What did that mean for you, his fiancé? You watch the maids all look down at the ground until one speaks up. “Miss Y/N, you should leave.”

Leave?

That made sense, no matter how hard you tried and could try, you’d never fit in here. You were a stranger in your own new “home” and unless a miracle happened, that status wouldn’t change.

But if you left, what would that mean?

Would that be considered running away from your “duties” entrusted into your hands by your parents? Would they find you? Scorn you? Kill you? All sorts of possibilities ran through your mind.

But,

running away meant freedom. You could do what you wanted as long as no one recognized you. It meant no more strict rules and stuffy, selfish elite.

You couldn’t delay your decision. It was only a matter of time before the fire engulfing the palace would burn you too. Without a second to waste, you quickly changed into more mobile clothes and packed only the bare essentials before slipping into the shadows of the darkening palace. You ran and ran without a thought. There was nothing left for you now, and it was only a matter of time before the fire lord and your parents would receive word of your disappearance, so you could only pray to the spirits to keep you hidden.

A/N: surprise surprise guess who it is (๑>؂•̀๑) Just finished Obsessed and now this? I must be on something! That's right everyone, I just published a Zuko x reader fic!! ("it's not a fetish I swear!" -Yoshikazu Miyano) Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed my first one <3 I am not familiar with the ATLA series and lowkey only got into Zuko because of my brother ><. Even though my fics don't include angst, I actually have a love-hate relationship with the trope. It's a bittersweet concept that I eat up in fics. Guess what? Zuko is the perfect subject for angst ( ≖‿ ≖ ) Why not make an arranged marriage (already angsty topic) fic with Zuko (angsty man) and relate it to "Please Please Please"? Also I NEED more Zuko x reader fics (ᗒᗣᗕ) It'll take me some time to publish the second part to this, so thank you all for your patience and support 🙇🙇

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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 30 days ago

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OK, so what was the warlords reaction the first time reader had her monthly cycle around them? like seriously that is basically like a curse on all human females and I can’t help but wonder how they reacted when she first started her monthly cycle around them and what was the first thing that they noticed? Her discomfort towards the cramps or the smell of blood?

So in Cursed Warlords the duo are cursed for around three months before Reader is sent back to her world. (Which they DID NOT agree to!) So they see her experience her period when they’re still cursed. And before they even like her actually. (They like her, they just won’t admit it)

Macaque woke up to the sound of your low groaning his ears picking up the sound of your discomfort. He looked over to you before getting up and looking you over. You were curled up in pain as you seemingly tried to make whatever pain go away.

He took one sniff and immediately looked you over when he could smell BLOOD. He didn’t want to smell blood, why did he smell blood, were you okay what happened!? He nudged your face causing you to open your eyes as he looked at your kind of pale face.

You couldn’t even say a word before Wukong was letting out chirps and chitters of fear as he too looked you over. His tail flicked as he looked you over but couldn’t find anything except by your-

“Fuck, I can’t believe I got a period NOW,” You muttered sitting up causing Spirit to shift in her sleep before waking up.

Both of the monkey cubs were freaking out, worried for your heath and safety. What happened!? Why were you bleeding!? How did you get hurt!? What was a period!?

“A what?” Spirit muttered in confusion.

“A period, You know that time of month that every woman has,” You muttered in irritation.

Both monkeys slowed down… this was- normal? They were both wildly confused, there was no way that this blood was normal. Right? Their thoughts were proven wrong when Reader explained a little more.

“A period?” Spirit asked her eyes narrowing.

“A human woman has a four week cycle, roughly 28 days for most. And for a few days each cycle a woman bleeds,” You mutter curling into yourself again at the pain.

It wasn’t long before you were bombarded by the three chirps, chitters and Spirit asking how she can help. You let out a sigh when Wukong jumped onto your abdomen which caused Spirit to shout, but the warmth he produced was welcome. He cuddled up to you and it helped with the pain, a lot.

Seeing that you were feeling better Spirit couldn’t do anything to move the monkey. Even as the other curled up to you as well. They just wanted you to feel better, especially knowing that it was causing you pain. You had to slow the whole journey down some because of this.

I would write more, but I’m going to write more into this sort of thing in the fanfic! But regardless I hope you enjoyed. The warlords would be worried for you, frantic until they learn its natural. Even after they wouldn’t like knowing you were in pain.

Once they return to their normal size and shape they’ll be able to help you better. They would treat you like a queen but since they know what this is, they won't be freaking out which is good because you don’t want two frantic warlords running around. Do you?

Hope you enjoyed!

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bitchiswild · 1 year ago

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Ride

GP Yoo Jimin x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, creampie, racing , and probs other things 🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 6.8k 😟

A/n: A LOT OF PLOT AND A LITTLE SMUT 😭

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The night unveiled the mesmerizing beauty of the city as Karina and I zoomed through its streets. The motorcycle's roar echoed, seemingly announcing our presence to the entire city. Yet, in our youthful spirit, we disregarded it. Karina had injected adventure and excitement into my life, making every moment extraordinary. She's what makes my days and nights awesome, always bringing joy. I gotta thank Aeri for introducing me to Karina, even if we didn't hit it off right away.

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“Wanna come along?” That’s all she said. Life always seems to dangle something new in front of me. Aeri pitched this idea, and I had no clue what was in store. Mysterious. But I trusted her completely; she’d been hustling and making some cash. It was our little secret. A game where the risk just added spice to the thrill. Kind of sketchy but exhilarating, you get me?

“You sure this is the right way?” I asked cautiously. We were heading down these shady, dimly lit stairs where the lights flickered oh-so-slowly."

"Yeah, I know the way. Been here a few times, no sweat!" she assured me, continuing down the steps.

As we got closer to the door, the music’s volume surged. Stepping inside, the booming bass hit us hard. The place was a riot of colorful lights, but there was this pervasive mix of gasoline and weed smell that wasn't too pleasant.

"Is this your usual weekend scene?" I quizzed Aeri.

"No doubt, I do. I'm here to help Karina gear up for her races," she said.

"Are you finally gonna introduce me to this Karina you're always on about?" I inquired.

"Absolutely! I'll take you to her now. Or would you prefer to check out the place first?" she asked.

"Let's take a look around first," I replied.

Aeri gave me the grand tour of this spot. I soaked it all in, kinda interested in this whole new vibe where everything's a bit of a gamble. It's all about the danger and excitement, you know? I find it pretty intriguing. This place, right before the race starts, it's got a vibe. But I did however, noticed how everyone's eyes are on us.

"Hey, what's with all the staring? Starting to weird me out a bit," I mentioned to Aeri, feeling a tad uncomfortable.

"They all know I'm friends with Karina. She's, well, let's just say she's a big deal around here. They call her the 'Queen' of racing," Aeri explained, and it all clicked for me.

"Can we bail, though? Feeling a bit too conspicuous," I suggested.

"Sure thing! Let's get you introduced to Karina; you two will hit it off, I'm sure!" Aeri exclaimed, ready to make the intro.

Aeri dragged me to this garage, all bright and half-open. She went and knocked on it like a maniac. ‘Karina! I'm here! Did you miss me?!’ Aeri shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Aeri! Keep it down! Get in here already,” the girl I figured was Karina snapped.

Aeri nudged me to step in first. I crouched a bit and walked into the garage. The garage was alive with various colored lights, yet one glaring light outshone the rest. Posters and tools adorned the walls, while a car occupied one side and a motorcycle sat on the other. The girl I presumed to be Karina was busy fixing something on the bike.

“Karina! Meet my bestie Y/n! Y/n, meet Karina!” Aeri introduced us, gesturing between us."

"Hey, Karina, nice to meet you. Aeri's told me loads about you, and don't worry, I won't spill anything that might get you thrown in jail," I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

"Hi," was all she replied before returning to her work on the bike, leaving me feeling a bit like a fool.

Naturally, I felt offended. I wanted to confront her, but I held back. I hardly knew her and picking a fight with Aeri's friend wasn't the right move. It'd make me a lousy friend.

"Don't stress, Y/n. Karina's just... like that. She's very... monotone, but she's cool. Give her some time to warm up to you. Honestly, I didn't spill that I spilled everything about her illegal racing," Aeri explained with an awkward grin on her face.

“ It's fine it didn't bother me," I lied, though it bothered me more than I let on.

"So, Karina, when's your next race?" Aeri asked.

"In about 30 minutes. You heading out or sticking around here in the garage?" Karina inquired.

"Since this is Y/n's first illegal race, I'll probably stick around, cheering you on alongside her," Aeri nudged me while saying that.

"Alright, let's head out. I'm all set," she said, wrapping up the final touches on her bike.

We all made our way out of the garage, heading toward the main event. Karina revved her bike, riding off towards the street where the race would take place. The way people glanced at us left me feeling intimidated. Despite my smile, fear crept in. This was uncharted territory for me.

"Hey, Karina! What's up! Ready to race?! There's a hefty pot riding on you, lots of folks betting," a guy shouted as he approached us.

"Absolutely, BamBam. I'm always geared up to win some cash," Karina replied with a grin.

I never thought this girl smiled, but here she was, flashing a smile in front of me. It was kinda cute.

"Awesome! Just remember to stay safe, can't afford to lose our top racer, aka our 'Queen'," The guy I now know as BamBam added.

"Who's that guy? Her boyfriend?" I asked Aeri in a hushed tone.

Aeri stifled a laugh. "Nah, not her boyfriend. That's her childhood friend. They grew up together, got into street racing, and he's sort of her manager. He always bets on her because he knows she'll win. Also, Karina's gay and has a dick," Aeri explained frankly.

The last sentence caught me off guard and I took a double take at Aeri.

“She has a dick??,” I blurted out in surprise.

"Yeah, she was born with it. Why, wanna hop on it?" Aeri quipped, giving me a smirk.

I was flabbergasted! “What? No way!" I exclaimed.

"Sure, just saying, you're not the only one. Lots of other girls here do too," she casually replied.

"Alright, alright, let's stop talking about her dick," I said, eager to change the subject.

"Stop talking about my what?" Karina chimed in, joining our conversation.

I was horrified. If she overheard our discussion, I'd be mortified.

"Your bike," Aeri quickly interjected, coming to my rescue. "Y/n here was just saying how much she liked it but wanted to stop gushing over your bike."

"Thanks," Karina replied, giving me a stare that made me cough in awkwardness. Why did I suddenly feel so awkward? I needed a shot, maybe ten.

"Anyway, I came to tell you guys that the race is starting soon, so get to your spots. And remember, don't accept drinks from strangers. Have the bartender made you the drink, alright?" Karina instructed us.

Can we grab a drink, Aeri? I seriously need one after that almost-embarrassment," I admitted, fanning myself to emphasize the point.

"Sure thing," Aeri replied, leading me towards the bar.

Once we had our drinks, we headed towards the restricted area where only people acquainted with Karina were allowed. There was a large TV screen displaying Karina, geared up with her helmet on, ready for the race. Her eyes reflected unwavering determination, making me equally certain she'd emerge victorious.

The audio from the scene was clear, capturing a guy beside Karina yelling that she was going to lose. Karina, unfazed, remained focused, displaying even greater determination. A girl emerged onto the street, holding a red flag. Raising her arm, she brought it down swiftly, marking the start of the race.

The race unfolded rapidly. Kai, the guy I just learned the name of, initially took the lead, but as they reached a sharp turn, Karina surged past him. Watching her on the screen, it was evident—she had a natural talent for this. Her movements on the bike were graceful, navigating every turn effortlessly. I finally understood why people bet on her. Yet, watching her gave me a mix of sensations, tingling feelings that I couldn't quite decipher—was it anxiety or something else?

As they approached the finish line, it was a dead heat. Anxiety crept up on me, evident in my shaking leg. I desperately hoped for Karina's victory. Beside me, Aeri seemed absolutely chilled, not a speck of doubt in her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder why she was so composed. "She knows something," I muttered to myself, suspecting that Aeri had an inside track on this.

Right after that thought, Aeri did the exact thing I suspected she knew about. With a simple press of a button, Karina's speed surged, propelling her faster than before, and she breezed across the finish line.

When Karina hit that button, everyone was stunned by the speed she picked up. But as soon as she crossed that finish line, the crowd erupted in cheers. Aeri and I jumped to our feet, cheering, hugging, and bouncing around in joy. Karina had not only won the race but also scored a substantial amount of prize money. BamBam, having won all the bets he placed, was also celebrating his success.

After breaking on her bike and removing her helmet, Karina was engulfed by a swarm of well-wishers. Aeri and I maneuvered through the crowd to reach her. Aeri led the way, offering her congratulations with a pat on the back, while I stood there beaming at her. Our eyes met, and she returned a small grin. For me, that was enough. Her eyes spoke volumes, brimming with excitement and joy.

As things settled, Karina gathered her winnings, and we trailed back to the garage together.

"That was one of your finest races in a while!" Aeri praised.

"Thank you. I really appreciate you guys being there, cheering me on," Karina replied, a grateful expression on her face.

"So, when's the next race?" Aeri inquired.

"In two weeks. I need to get some more parts for my bike, upgrade it, and also visit my mom to give her some money," Karina informed us.

"Speaking of your mom, how's she doing?" Aeri inquired.

"She's still working, despite me telling her to retire. That woman is just too stubborn," Karina replied, shaking her head.

"Just like you," Aeri teased with a smirk.

"Hey! I have my reasons, alright?" Karina retorted with a slight glare.

Before Aeri could reply, her phone rang. 'I'll be right back,' she said before leaving Karina and me alone. 'And now there are two,' I murmured to myself.

"So, Karina, you did an awesome job out there! I was really impressed by how you clutch in the end. I was so anxious the whole time, rooting for you, and I just wanted you to win and I was so worried—" I started to ramble.

"Y/n!" Karina exclaimed, gripping my shoulders and staring at me. "Calm down, you're rambling," she urged, trying to rein in my chatter.

Her sudden touch caught me off guard, bringing an unexpected closeness that felt like we were almost within kissing distance. I shook my head, trying to dispel those thoughts. "Sorry... that happens when I feel awkward or anxious," I explained.

She withdrew her hands and kept staring at me. "It's fine, just take a moment. If you need to ease your anxiety, try dunking your head in ice-cold water. That might help," Karina suggested calmly.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," I replied.

Karina returned to her bike, resuming work by taking parts off, fetching tools and components from her workbench, and moving back and forth between them. Lost in my thoughts, I scanned the garage, wondering where Aeri had vanished to.

"You know, you can sit, right?" Karina's voice startled me out of my reverie. I glanced at her, finding her staring at me and pointing to the chair nearby.

“Oh right, sorry,”I sheepishly grinned in response, taking the hint and finally sitting down. I couldn't help but keep glancing around the garage, occasionally stealing quick looks at Karina. The silence became unbearable, prompting me to break it.

"Do you need any help?" I offered, hoping to engage in conversation.

"Nope," she replied bluntly.

"Can I help you, though? I can't stand this silence, and I want to do something," I persisted.

"You can sit and be quiet," she repeated, smirking as she glanced up.

I remained silent, pursing my lips and continuing to observe her.

"Please, let me help!" I pleaded, growing desperate to do something.

"Fine, come here," she finally relented. I eagerly approached her, thrilled to lend a hand.

"I'm giving you a very big responsibility, okay? Now, hold the flashlight and don't move," Karina instructed, handing me the flashlight.

I felt disappointed; holding the flashlight was something my dad always made me do, and I often got yelled at for doing it wrong. Nevertheless, I was doing something, and for the next 20 minutes, I held onto it diligently. Finally, Aeri returned from her phone call.

"What the hell?! What took so long?" I exclaimed at her, still clutching the flashlight.

"Y/n, hold the flashlight correctly!" Karina interjected. "Oops, sorry," I apologized and adjusted my grip to hold it correctly.

"Sorry I took so long; it was an important call I can't go into details about right now, but I promise it's nothing bad," Aeri explained.

"Okay, I hope everything's alright," I replied.

"Everything's good. Are you ready to leave? Because I am," Aeri asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I confirmed, turning off the flashlight and handing it back to Karina.

"Alright, let's go. Bye, Karina! See you soon!" Aeri called out as she exited the garage.

"Bye, Karina, till then," I called out. As I began to duck my head under the garage door, I caught her saying goodbye.

"Bye, Y/n," I heard Karina's voice say as she continued tinkering with her bike.

"Alright, let's head back to our dorm. Don't worry, you'll be back; this is just the beginning," Aeri reassured me as we made our way back toward the stairs we came from.

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It's the following day, and a strong urge pulls me to return to the garage. I'm not sure why I feel this way, but the desire is there. After getting ready, I head towards Aeri’s room to check if she's around, but her neatly made bed indicates she's probably left for class.

Deciding to go on my own, I recall the location and remember that Aeri had sent me the address. Gathering my belongings, I leave the room and start walking towards the destination.

I'm in the stairwell, making my way down toward the familiar door Aeri had led me through. As I approach, I notice the music still blaring, but today, the neon blue lights replace yesterday's vibrant colors. I glance around before heading toward Karina’s garage.

Suddenly, a random guy yells, "Hey, Beautiful! Come over here and sit on my lap!" I choose to ignore him and keep walking.

"Come on, I know you heard me! Come here!" he yells out again, this time patting his lap in an insistent and uncomfortable manner.

"No thanks, I'm good," I firmly replied, trying to maintain my course toward Karina’s garage.

But, as expected, the guy persists and ends up blocking my way. I look up at him, my expression blank, while he grins down at me. "Can I help you?" I retort, my arms crossed and an attitude evident in my tone.

"Yea, I asked you to do something but you didn't," the musty guy states.

"Yea, I know," I respond bluntly.

"You know... I don't take no for an answer," he declares, his tone suggesting an intent to push the issue.

"And? I do not care," I reiterated, my arms remaining crossed.

He made a move to reach for my arm, but thankfully, a familiar voice intervened. It was Karina. I felt a surge of relief; I was beginning to get anxious at the thought of him grabbing me.

"Nate, what are you doing?" Karina's voice addressed him directly.

"Karina! Hey! I was just trying to get this beautiful lady to sit on my lap and do other things if you know what I mean," Nate replied with a suggestive wink, trying to play it off.

Karina's expression turned serious. "Actually, she’s with me, and she is off-limits. I do not want you anywhere near her," Karina asserted firmly, setting a clear boundary.

"How come? I'm just having some fun," Nate retorted with a smirk, clearly not taking Karina's instructions seriously.

"I don't care. She’s off-limits. Now leave!" Karina's tone grew firmer, her frustration evident.

"Yea, sure, see you around, beautiful," Nate said, smirking as he began to walk away.

Karina gripped my hand firmly, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you okay? What are you doing here by yourself? Do you realize that if I wasn’t here, things could've gone bad? You can’t be here without me or Aeri, got it?" She guided me towards her garage, still holding my hand.

"I know. I'm sorry. I promise not to come here without you or Aeri," I assured her.

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" She pressed for an explanation.

"I just wanted to continue helping you with your bike. Also, I had no class today, so I decided to come here," I answered honestly.

"You came all this way just to help me with my bike?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, why not?" I replied casually.

Karina chuckled in disbelief. "Okay, fine, you can help. Let's get started," she agreed.

And so, that's what we did. I began coming by every other day or whenever I had free time to assist her in preparing her bike for the upcoming race. Over time, we started enjoying each other's company, engaging in light conversation. However, we hadn't broached certain topics—things I wanted to know, like why she started street racing. I chose to keep those questions to myself, saving them for another day.

One such day, I had no class and was free. I had Karina’s number now, so I texted her beforehand that I was heading to the garage. She mentioned she'd meet me at the door, and true to her word, that's where she was. We walked together towards the garage, and she let me enter first before following. "So, what are we working on today?" I inquired.

"Nothing, because we are finished!" she announced with a grin, a familiar expression that I had come to adore over the past two weeks. That grin, when directed at me, felt unlike any other.

"Really? You finished it?" I asked in amazement.

"No, we finished it," she corrected, her grin turning into a warm smile.

I mirrored her smile. "Does that mean we get to go on a test drive?" I was thrilled at the prospect of riding the bike after investing so much effort into it.

"Of course! Here, let me get you a helmet," she offered, fetching one for me. She returned, placing the helmet on me. The visor was closed, but a simple click opened it, and suddenly, Karina was gazing into my eyes.

"There you are, hi!" she greeted with a grin.

"Hi back," I replied, returning her greeting. She continued to gaze at me for a moment before turning to retrieve her own helmet, securing it in place. Walking over to her bike, she mounted it first, signaling for me to climb on behind her.

Once I was on, I instinctively held onto the sides of the bike, but Karina guided my arms around her stomach, encouraging me to wrap them securely. I held on tightly, feeling the firmness of her toned stomach, grateful that she couldn't see my blushing face.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied, trying to mask any hint of nervousness in my voice.

She ignited the engine, and it roared thunderously, the sound reverberating throughout the garage. As she opened the garage door, the engine revved, and we surged out. The speed we gained made me hold onto Karina even tighter, a sudden fear gripping me.

In my helmet, I heard her voice. "You okay back there?" she inquired.

"Wait, how am I hearing you so clearly?" I asked, puzzled.

"There's Bluetooth connected to the helmets," she explained.

"Ah, that’s nice. And to answer your question, yes, I am okay, just a bit scared at the speed we're going," I confessed.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation.

"Then everything will be okay," she assured me, continuing to ride out of the tunnels and onto the main road.

As we navigated through the city, Karina's voice came through the helmets. "I want to take you somewhere, will you let me?" she asked.

Her proposal made my heart melt; it was a simple yet profound request. "Yes, take me wherever you want to go," I responded.

"Okay, thank you," she replied, steering toward her chosen destination.

We ascended a hill with a breathtaking view of the city, but Karina kept driving until we reached our final stop. She parked the bike, removing the key, and got off first. Extending her hand, she helped me dismount as well. "What is this place?" I inquired, following her closer to the view.

"It's a place where my dad brought my mom to confess his feelings to her. It was his spot, and even before that, it belonged to my grandma. After my dad passed away, my mom brought me here because I couldn't get over his death. She shared all their stories with me, and we laughed and cried together," Karina explained, her voice carrying the weight of memories.

I hung onto her every word. Karina paused for a moment before continuing.

"She also told me to come here whenever I feel stressed out or just need to connect with my dad in a way. So that's what I did. I was here last night, seeking guidance. I asked him if I should go forth with something, and I got the answer I wanted," she said, smiling warmly at me as she spoke.

Karina's revelation left me speechless. I sensed there was more she wanted to express.

"There’s another thing Mom told me about this spot. She said if I wanted to confess my feelings to someone, I should come here. It’s a place special to me, where my dad and grandma did the same in the past," she explained, her gaze fixed on me.

My heart raced at her words. She took hold of my hands. "Y/n, over the last two weeks, my feelings for you have grown. It started when I saw Nate getting too close to you. I realized then that I’d do anything to keep you safe. I've cherished every moment we've spent fixing my bike. I’ve come to realize that I have feelings for you. Please, tell me you feel the same?”

I was taken aback by her confession, my mind racing as I processed her words and the depth of my own feelings.

I was taken aback. Karina's confession of her feelings caught me by surprise, but it filled me with joy to know that the emotions were mutual. With heartfelt honesty, I replied, “Karina... from the moment your smile caught my eye, I felt something special. The time we've shared, every moment, it's made my feelings grow stronger. I do feel the same way. I'm grateful you feel it too.”

As Karina's hand cupped my cheek, her touch was gentle yet filled with longing. Our gazes locked, conveying emotions words couldn't express. I leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of her hand against my skin. In that silent exchange, the air thickened with anticipation. We moved closer, our bodies drawn together by an invisible force. When our lips finally met, a surge of electricity ran through me, setting my nerves on fire. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, mirroring the intensity I sensed in Karina. Every heartbeat seemed synchronized, creating an unspoken harmony between us. I withdrew my hand from hers, instinctively wrapping both around her neck, drawing her closer and intensifying the kiss. Simultaneously, her hand moved to the side of my stomach, tracing gentle, reassuring circles. The passionate exchange stirred a whirlwind of emotions between us, each moment pulsating with raw feelings. As the kiss deepened, the need for air became undeniable, forcing us to reluctantly break apart, breathless and exhilarated.

We were both breathing heavily, savoring the lingering sensation of the kiss. I opened my eyes first; Karina's remained closed, a charming smile gracing her face. When her eyes finally met mine, we shared a moment of laughter, both in disbelief and excitement. Karina reached out, taking my hand. "Come on, let's go do something fun," she said, smiling warmly.

I grabbed her hand, and we sprinted back to her bike. She swiftly handed me the helmet, planting one more kiss on my lips before securing the helmet over my head. With her helmet on, she mounted the bike, extending her hand to help me get on. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on tightly as she revved the engine and guided us to our next stop.

This time, cruising through the city felt different—carefree, even. I felt lighter, more alive, and undeniably happy, all thanks to the girl in front of me. As we reached Imperial, a nightclub, Karina dismounted first and helped me off the bike. She handed the keys to the valet, grasped my hand, and led me confidently toward the entrance. We bypassed any need for IDs as Karina was familiar with the bouncer.

After arriving, we beelined to the bar for drinks. Shots flowed freely, and we lost ourselves in the music, dancing together all night. Carefree and spirited, we moved to the beats, laughing and enjoying the moment. Eventually, we somehow made it back home, and waking up there, I was grateful that we'd safely returned.

I woke up in a room that didn’t seem familiar, but seeing Karina next to me put me at ease. Glancing around, I noticed a picture of her and BamBam on the nightstand. It was Karina's room. I felt a moment of panic, worrying we'd gone too far last night, but a quick check under the blanket revealed I was fully dressed. I sighed in relief and stole a glance at Karina, peacefully asleep beside me. She stirred, and I found myself captivated by her face. She slowly opened her eyes, catching me in the act.

“What a lovely sight to wake up to,” she said, her morning voice soft and gentle.

I grinned and leaned in for a kiss. She reciprocated, but before it could linger, she broke away. “As much as I'd love to, let me brush my teeth first.”

“Karina, it's fine. Come here,” I insisted, trying to pull her back for another kiss. With a laugh, she evaded my grasp and dashed into the bathroom, teasingly repeating, “No, let me brush my teeth!”

I stayed seated on her bed, chuckling at her playful antics, before eventually rising and making my way to the bathroom. While we brushed our teeth, our playful nudges and giggles made it feel like we were back in high school.

Once we finished brushing our teeth, we moved to her kitchen and decided to make some food. Karina prepared some eggs and toast, a simple yet satisfying breakfast.

“Y/n,” Karina said, breaking the calm ambiance of the morning.

“Yeah?” I responded, looking up to meet her gaze.

Her eyes held a mix of adoration and nervousness. “Will you be my girlfriend?” she asked, her voice slightly wavering.

My heart fluttered in excitement. "I would love to be your girlfriend," I replied, rising from my seat to give her a passionate kiss. She returned it with equal fervor.

Breaking the kiss, she took a deep breath. "There's a race tonight. I want you and Aeri to be there, please," she requested.

"Absolutely, count on us!" I assured her.

"Great! You guys are like my good luck charms in a way, so I need you there," she said, gently rubbing my sides.

The tension was palpable as the night settled in. Karina had her eyes set on a significant prize this time. Winter, her competitor, was no ordinary racer, having secured victories at a level matching Karina's own accomplishments. When I inquired if Karina felt nervous about this race, she assured me of her composure, having previously met Winter, who seemed amiable.

As we arrived at the garage, the atmosphere crackled with a blend of excitement and anticipation. Aeri and I joined forces to help Karina ready her bike, meticulously tuning every detail for optimum performance. Meanwhile, Karina engaged in a serious conversation with BamBam, strategizing about bets and fine-tuning her approach for the upcoming race.

"Think Karina's got this one in the bag?" I asked Aeri, passing her a wrench.

"I'm not entirely certain this time. Winter's no joke. She's a fantastic racer, saw her work before, and it's impressive," Aeri replied, adjusting a tool.

“She’s really that good?” I inquired, surprised by Aeri’s statement about Winter.

“She’s just as good as Karina,” Aeri confirmed.

Karina returned after her conversation with BamBam, drawing me in for a quick peck to express gratitude for cleaning her bike. Before I could respond, Aeri interjected playfully, demanding her own acknowledgment for the help she'd provided. Karina indulged her with a forehead kiss, a smirk playing on her lips.

Aeri teased about being the matchmaker, observing Karina and me embracing each other. As the moment of the race arrived, BamBam's booming voice signaled Karina to prepare, redirecting everyone's attention to the impending competition.

“Alright guys, let's go race,” Karina announced, setting the momentum for the upcoming event. As we made our way to the race track, Winter appeared, engrossed in conversation with some acquaintances. Aeri departed momentarily to fetch drinks while I stayed by Karina's side.

Karina sought to park her bike beside Winter’s. “Are you okay waiting here for a bit?” she inquired.

“Yes, I'm good,” I replied as she moved to position her bike. In the meantime, Winter approached me. “Hey, what's your name?” she asked with a smile.

“I'm Y/n, and you’re Winter,” I responded.

“That’s me! So… why is a beautiful girl standing alone by herself?” Winter questioned, her expression playful.

“Oh, just waiting on a friend,” I answered casually, trying to keep things light amidst the anticipation of the race.

“How about this? You and I go somewhere together after the race is done?” Winter proposed, her tone playful.

“Umm-” I hesitated, feeling a rush of panic. Where was Karina when I needed her?

“Oh, come on, I don't bite… unless you want me to?” Winter flirted, her demeanor teasing.

"Karina!" Relief washed over me as she arrived, once again coming to my rescue.

"Karina! This is your girlfriend?" Winter's curiosity was evident in her gaze toward both of us.

"Yes, she is." Karina confirmed, wrapping her arms around me protectively.

Winter eyed Karina's protective gesture and then smirked. "Okay then, your girl is a fine dime. I want to make a bet. If I win, you break up with Y/n, and she comes with me. If I don't, we can act like this conversation never happened," Winter proposed, extending her hand for a handshake.

“Deal,” Karina said, her tone firm, as she shook Winter’s hand.

“Great doing business with you,” Winter said with a smirk, winking at me before strolling toward her bike.

My heart raced with disbelief and hurt. “Karina, seriously? You’re just going to let that happen?” I felt betrayed, hurt that she would entertain such an idea without discussing it with me. I began to turn away, but Karina caught hold of my hand before I could leave.

“Y/n listen to me,” Karina pleaded as she held onto my hand.

I stopped but didn’t turn around. “No way. I can't believe this. You’re willing to throw away our relationship just like that,” I exclaimed, snapping my fingers in frustration. “We haven't even been together for two days, and now you’re betting on me? If you lose, I’m as good as gone,” I said, my anger palpable, trying to control the quiver in my voice.

“I did it to protect you.” Her voice cracked with an unexpected vulnerability.

“Protect me?” I turned to face her, frustration and confusion mixing within me.

“Winter... She’s a ruthless racer, and she’s been known for her tricks off the track. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you. I had to agree, but believe me, I never meant it. You mean more to me than anything else, Y/n. Please, you have to trust me on this.”

Her words struck a chord, but I was still shaken. “How could you make a deal like that without even discussing it with me?”

Karina's expression softened, remorse clear in her eyes. “I know, and I’m sorry. I panicked. Please, I’ll figure out a way. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

I hesitated, the hurt mingling with understanding. “You promise?”

“Absolutely. Trust me, okay?” Karina pleaded, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

I sighed, torn between emotions but wanting to believe her. “Fine.”

She pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you, Y/n. I promise, I’ll fix this, I’ll win the race for you.”

“I don't want to discuss it further. Let’s just focus on the race. I’ll be there with Aeri cheering you on,” I said, my hurt evident as I gave Karina a peck on the lips before walking over to Aeri, who had our drinks.

“What happened between you and Karina?” she asked, noticing Karina's sad expression.

“She and Winter made a bet about our relationship,” I explained.

“What kind of bet?” she inquired, eyebrows furrowed.

“If Winter wins, Karina and I have to split so I end up with Winter,” I revealed.

“What? Why would she agree to that?” Aeri exclaimed.

“I have no idea, but she’s asking me to trust her,” I replied.

“Okay, then let's try to trust her.”

The race commenced as Aeri and I fixated on the screen, watching Winter and Karina revving their engines atop their bikes. A girl emerged, brandishing a red flag. As she dropped it, signaling the start, the engines roared to life, and the race began.

Initially, it was a tight competition, neck and neck, but Winter skillfully claimed the lead. Her bike navigated every twist and turn effortlessly, gaining ground with ease. Karina trailed closely behind, mirroring Winter's prowess as they maneuvered through the course.

As the race unfolded, it became evident that Winter's racing skills were formidable, just as Aeri and Karina had indicated. The tension mounted within me as I fervently rooted for Karina to win. My feelings for her grew more pronounced with every twist and turn. I didn't want to end up with Winter; it was Karina I truly cared about.

Karina surged ahead at one point, fueling a flicker of hope, but it was short-lived as Winter swiftly overtook her. They were now neck and neck, closing in on the finish line. Karina managed to match Winter's pace, riding side by side. Both racers shared a momentary gaze, a blend of determination and grit in their eyes, each vying for victory.

My heart raced with anxiety as they neared the finish line. Winter had a slight edge, but Karina's resolve was unmistakable. The atmosphere was electric as they crossed the finish line simultaneously, leaving us all in suspense, waiting for the official outcome.

"Did Winter just win?" I asked myself in disbelief, falling to my knees, hurt by the outcome.

"Wait, wait!" The announcer's voice boomed. "Let's have a replay!"

As we watched the replay, it was clear: Karina's wheel crossed the finish line first. "Karina won!" I shouted in jubilation, Aeri joining in.

The crowd erupted into cheers. Karina removed her helmet, smiling. Winter approached her, extending her hand. "Good race, Jimin," she said.

Karina shook her hand, replying, "Good race, Minjeong."

Overwhelmed with emotion, I ran towards Karina, enveloping her in a tight hug. "You won," I said, still in disbelief.

"I told you to trust me," she said softly.

"I'll always trust you," I replied, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

The kiss was interrupted by Aeri's arrival. "AYYY, Karina!! YOU WON!!" she screamed, rushing to hug her. But then, Aeri punched Karina's arm hard.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" Karina exclaimed.

"That was for accepting the bet," Aeri retorted.

Karina sighed. "At least I won, and it's over now."

"Yeah, it's in the past. Let's focus on the present and work towards the future," I chimed in.

Karina went to collect her winnings, and we all headed back to Imperial to celebrate her victory. Imperial was alive with music, and we lost ourselves in the beats, dancing and reveling in the energy of the night. Karina and I moved together on the dance floor, the heat of the room adding to the charged atmosphere. The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine, her desire unmistakable.

As our bodies moved in sync, the electricity between us intensified. Karina leaned in close, her voice a seductive murmur in my ear. “You look amazing tonight,” she whispered, her hand tracing a tantalizing path across my skin.

Unable to resist any longer, I pulled Karina closer to me, breathlessly murmuring in her ear, “Let's get out of here.” I could see the immediate spark of desire in her eyes as she eagerly took my hand, leading me out of the club. Outside, she hailed a cab, and within 10 minutes, we arrived at her house.

Pressing against her door, our passion intensified. Karina momentarily paused our embrace to unlock the door, and as soon as it swung open, she pushed me inside before closing it firmly behind us. We resumed our fervent kissing as we made our way upstairs to her room.

Karina shoved me onto the bed and removed her bra and shirt. She returned to kissing me, making tracks with her lips as she kissed down my neck. She broke the kiss and gripped the bottom of my dress,asking for permission to take it off. And I let her. I reached back to unhook my bra when she removed my dress. Allowing it to descend before me. After everything was off, she teased my nipples and kissed every part of my body, leaving as many traces as she could.

With my panties still in the way, she began to kiss her way down my body, reaching closer to my heart.

"Please," I whimpered.

Karina pulled down my panties and planted a kiss on top of them. began removing her boxers and pants. "Anything for you baby.” She muttered.

She gently brushed her cock's head on my pussy. “Fuck baby you’re so wet. Who makes you this wet” Karina Moaned.

"You!" I groaned, "Please, Karina, do something.

She began to break my pussy apart with her cock as she pushed it through my hole. She groaned, "Fuck you're so tight," and began to thrust in me. I felt amazing the way Karina was touching all the right places inside me. "Harder," I moaned.

Karina pounding me harder. We both moaned loudly. I was getting close. “Fuck Karina I’m close” I gasp out.

She groaned, continuing to thrust, "Me too."

I groaned, "Fuck Karina, you feel so good," as tears streamed down my cheeks from the pleasure she was giving me.

"Baby, where do you want it? Karina groaned, "Where do you want my cum?"

I moaned out, "Please cum inside."

Karina pushed herself closer to me. She reached down to my clit and gave it a few rapid circular rubs, and that was it for me.

I cried, "Fuck Karina, I'm cumming."

“Cum for me baby” She husked.

I squeezed Karina’s cock while I came hard. Sending her over the edge, she shoot ropes of cum into my pussy painting my walls white. I groaned at the warmth. Karina stood steady inside me for a second before releasing her grip and pulling out. She takes a deep breath and settles down next me, drawing me very close to her chest.

“Sleep now, beautiful. I’ll see you in the morning,” Karina whispered, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.

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“Hey, whatcha thinkin' about?” Karina asked, gazing at me with affection. We had just arrived at our spot. I hugged her tight. “Just thinking about when we first met, that's all,” I replied.

She leaned in for a peck. “Thanks to Aeri, I met the love of my life,” Karina said, smiling.

“Agreed,” I chuckled, drawing her into a kiss.

“I love you, Y/n,” she murmured against my lips.

“I love you too, Jimin.”

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