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ladylokianna · 2 months ago

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My father's daughter

Pairing: no one, basically Aemond being a dad (and a husband).

Warning: nothing serious i guess. A bit of swearing, an obviously ooc Aemond being a protective dad, Vhagar being a protective great–grand mother, fluff.

AU oneshot in which the brotherly Aegond bond is based on the book and in which Aemond killed Daemon.

Introducing some of my Ocs, of which i'm very proud: Aerenys, his wife, and four of their seven children.

(Aemond here is around 36 years old, his daughters, two ocs of mine, are 16 and 11. Aegon, Daeron and Granny V involved.)

Words count: 3,6 k

A/N: i've checked it countless times, but if there were any mistake, i'm sorry in advance.

Translation from HV:

Kirimvose : thank you

Iksā gevie, kepa: you are beautiful, dad

"Can't we do without it?"

"Shhh!!! Can you please be quiet? If he wakes up, we're in trouble!"

"We'll be in trouble anyway."

Holding tightly the satchel, the younger of the two girls nodded, watching her older sister sneak into her parents' chambers through the secret passageway, the one immediately next to their bed: leaning in a little, she barely caught a glimpse of his hair, hearing his relaxed and regular breathing, hoping he wouldn't wake up just then.

Asterya tried to focus hoping to quickly find what she was looking for even in the darkness of the room: on the low table as well as on the dresser there was nothing but maps and notes, and rummaging again through the drawers was out of question.

Damn, why hadn't she thought of that before?

A sudden rustling from the bed made her freeze on the spot, but fortunately her father had only rolled over in his sleep. And that's when she saw it on the nightstand.

Mornings like those, in which the cold breath of winter had given way to spring sunshine, were ideal for training, or for riding.

Ser Emeric walked out into the large courtyard in front of the huge gate, ready to take up duty after the night watch, just in time to see someone rushing out of the gate: it was not uncommon to see the prince going out for an early morning ride, usually preceding a long patrol over the city on his dragon, so he paid no particular attention to it.

Wandering his eyes over the sky, tinged in the vibrant hues of the dawn, he released a sigh: what a nice morning it was.

What a fucking morning it was.

Ser Emeric swallowed hard before stopping in front of the double door of the Council room, uncertain whether to knock or not. Behind the intricate carving of the wood, his worst nightmare.

"Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck, no, i can't do it."

Of all the things that could have happened during his shift, that was definitely the worst since he began his journey as a White Cloak, and now he also had to report it to the most fearsome man in the realm, the same man he tried to avoid with all his strength.

Prince Aemond.

The former Regent, the Terror of the Trident, the man who killed the infamous Daemon Targaryen.

He knocked three times with a lump in his throat: he could be dead before the sunset, hanged at the Keep's wall by his own guts like a common thief or feeded to a dragon –or worse, feeded to his dragon– and in all of this, he was only twenty and yet to live.

What a fucking death, eaten by that damned beast...

"Come on in." answered the king.

Once inside, his eyes turned immediately to Aemond, while Aegon looked up on him, settling aside for a second the parchment in his hands.

"What is all this fuss? Oh, good morrow Ser Emeric."

His sight was darting from Aegon and Daeron, to Aemond. The first two sitting at the table, the latter standing next to a window, scanning the outsides, seemingly indifferent to his presence.

Aegon saw him swallowing in discomfort, droplets of sweat running down his forehead.

"What's the matter?"

"I... i have... i have to speak to... i have to speak to his... his highness." Ser Emeric stuttered. The poor guy cleared his throat, wincing when Aemond turned to him, inquisitive and menacing even if he was dead silent as always.

"Then speak! Did the cat got your tongue?" Aegon followed his sight, noticing the gaze Aemond had been giving him since he turned. "Uuh, i see."

His brother's gaze, already intimidating in his youth, had worsened with the age.

"The... the princesses, your highness."

Aemond arched an eyebrow, his good eye still staring at the guard.

If i survive this, i swear i'll...

"Which ones are you referring to?" asked Aegon, leaning back and crossing his hands over his stomach, amused. Aemond did not seem to share the same opinion: he finally ignored the courtyard, crossing his hands behind his back in his usual manner, clearly annoyed.

"You may have not noticed, but i'm everything than patient." his tone, cold and scoffed, made the poor guard to tremble again.

"In the name of the Seven, Aemond, let him speak. To which princess you are referring to?"

"I'm... ehm... i'm referring to princess Asterya and princess Alicent, your grace."

Although he did not have a favourite among his children, it was obvious to everyone that his daughters were his weak point, the lights of his life: Asterya, his second born but his first daughter, was the one with whom he shared the deepest bond: skilled with swords and daggers, excellent with the High Valyrian, a proficient student of history and philosophy. Basically, as his wife loved to say, his female counterpart.

Her twin sister Helaenys was the opposite: calm and poised, she loved indulging in Helaena's company and was as good at embroidery as she was at throwing daggers.

Arianne, named in honour of a maternal cousin who died in infancy, loved to dance and did so whenever she could, especially with her uncle towards whom she had, reciprocated, a sincere affection: Aegon had taught her to shoot with a bow and she had an excellent aim.

Alicent, the youngest of his seven children, was born with the same characteristics as her paternal grandmother (even if her twin brother was born with hair and eyes like a Targaryen) and named after her in her honour; she possessed a crossbow and like her siblings she was a skilled dragon-rider and above all, like Asterya, highly intolerant of rules.

His most beloved children, although Aemond would never admit it, even under torture.

"My daughters what?"

"The princesses are… are nowhere to be found..."

And here it is, that gaze: even without his left eye, Prince Aemond was intimidating as hell.

Please Gods, please give me a fast and painless death. Fast, at least.

"Ah, here's who got your eye patch, Aemond. This is a fortress, for fuck's sake, what do you mean they're nowhere to be found?" replied Aegon.

"What about the armory, or the kennel?" interjected Daeron, sensing the storm approaching.

"No, my prince. They're not at all in the castle..."

"For how long now?" was Aemond's question, interrupting Ser Emeric.

"A stable boy noticed them on your horse during the last changing of the guard..."

The last changing of the guard had taken place shortly after dawn, Aemond reasoned, hours before. Five, at least.

"You're telling me that not just one, but two of my daughters vanished from the Keep several hours ago and you are warning me only now, after all those fucking hours?"

In those hours, needless to say, he had searched for them in every wing of the castle, on every patrol path, in every niche. Ser Emeric looked away from Aemond, who began to mutter something in a language he cannot understand: something unpleasant for sure, judging by Aegon and Daeron's faces.

"I'm going to kill someone today, i can sense it...and it's not even midday, imagine that."

Aegon cleared his throat, trying to think up quickly a way to placate his brother before he could lose his temper, looking at his dominant hand already clutched on the hilt of his omnipresent sword, ready to draw it.

"Wi... with your permission, i'll... i'll leave immediately in their search."

"Yes, wise decision. I also send Ser Criston in search of the girls." Aegon nodded.

"No way." stated Aemond, fuming, feeling the headache already pounding in his skull. "You barely manage to find your cock in your trousers, let alone my daughters. You're dismissed, but i can assure you, Ser Emeric, we will talk about it later."

Ser Emeric did not make himself repeat it twice: he walked out of the council room as if he had The Stranger himself on his heels, leaving the three men alone.

"Woah, what was that?"

"Hm?"

"Who taught you to talk like that? I'm amazed, little brother!"

"Oh, shut up."

"Can i count on you for a healthy drink in my quarters after supper? Let's talk a little, come on."

"You know i'm not much of a drinker nor a talker, right?"

"Who cares? I'll drink and talk... and you'll listen."

"There will be no dinner for me if i don't get my girls home before Aerenys is back: i already know she'll kick my ass."

His wife had been away to her native castle for a fortnight due to family matters and she would return that afternoon with Helaenys and Arianne: with all the days to get into trouble, his daughters had decided to do it on the very day she returned to the keep.

"Don't worry, brother, they are smart, they have certainly avoided any danger."

"Daeron... you have spoiled my girls too much and here's the results."

"Like you haven't done the same since before they were even born."

"He's right, you know? And i wouldn't worry about your ass if i were you: Aerenys likes it too much, she won't do anything to you. And you'll see that the girls will be home in no time. You know, if it weren't for the fact that your faithful wife has always only had eyes for you and that Asterya is practically your female version –poor girl–, you'd say she's more my daughter than yours: what a temper she has. Well, indeed she's my niece."

"May the gods be merciful, that's the last thing i need." Aemond replied, taking his leave in between Aegon's laughs.

He summoned Ser Criston and a bunch of his most trusted guards.

"Ser Emeric told me they thought it was you, my prince." Ser Criston explained. "We questioned the stable boy and he says that she wore your clothes and she moved like you, she even mounted your horse like you do. Nobody asked her to remove the hood, they were sure it was you."

A frustrated groan escaped Aemond.

"It is beyond serious if they cannot tell a grown man from a sixteen year old girl." huffed upset. "My daughter is visibly shorter and thinner than me."

"As i say, no one dared to check under the cloak, my prince."

"We'll talk about this later. As for the guards, they have to pray that nothing has happened to my daughters or they will answer directly to me." warned Aemond. Once on the saddle, he noticed everyone in the courtyard were looking at him, and with a sudden gesture, he lowered the hood of his cape. "So you know who are you getting out of the keep. Now open the gate."

Aemond pulled the reins suddenly forcing the horse to stop almost abruptly: at its protests, he leaned in to give two affectionate pats as if to apologise.

"Have you seen something, my prince?" questioned Ser Criston, turning back and flanking him, peering in his own direction.

In the heat of the moment he had not thought of Vhagar: she was not in her usual place. She usually liked a certain spot near the water, surrounded by trees but wide enough to allow her to move her wings as she wished, but he noticed that she had moved at least a hundred metres, which was unusual.

"Yes and no. I think i know where they are." after dismounting the horse, Aemond handed the reins to Ser Criston, with the order to return to the Keep. "Asterya surely left my horse somewhere near. I'm hoping to return with both of them before my wife's return or may the Gods be merciful with me."

He did not wait for Ser Criston to leave: he put on his hood again and walked through the trees. His horse was grazing peacefully in the shade of a tree, the reins secured to a sufficiently strong branch, and Vhagar was resting as usual: the air expelled through his nostrils was sufficient to stir the vegetation.

Smiling a little and approaching cautiously, he was determined to surprise his daughters without irritating his dragoness. Aemond reached out a hand and touched her: Vhagar opened her eyes wide, ready to incinerate anyone who dares threaten what she was protecting.

"Shh, it's me."

Her gaze immediately changed, and he heard her grunt, happy to see him.

"Hi baby." smiled Aemond, fondly stroking her snout. "Are my girls here with you?"

Indeed they were: Asterya walked barefoot on the shoreline, with only her tunic and her trousers -his trousers- gathered up to her calves to avoid getting them wet, while Alicent sat on the sand in the shadow of Vhagar's huge wing and had her back to him, reading aloud an old tales book in High Valyrian. On the ground, on a large blanket, Aemond recognised some of his clothes -his embroidered jerkin with the dragon shaped clasps and his cloak-, a couple of his books, a small basket with some leftovers and Asterya's boots.

"...i cannot decipher this last glyph." whined Alicent.

"How is it shaped?"

"It's like... it's like a chalice..."

"Rēko, rose." answered Asterya, without esitation.

Aemond smiled with pride.

"Kirimvose, my dear friend." he whispered shortly after, thanking Vhagar.

Both the stable boy and the guards were right when they say they mistook his daughter for him: dressed like that with her hair tied up like his, Asterya had all of them fooled. Perhaps she even would fooled him too.

They were right. Gods how he hated being wrong.

The icing on the cake was his usual eye patch -surely the thing Asterya had used to trick the guards- and the dagger he had gifted her for her tenth nameday, that she recklessly leaved near a book and out of her reach.

Careful enough not to be heard, Aemond found a way to sneak up behind Asterya, catching her by surprise and grabbing her by the waist with one arm. He intercepted her fist and easily stopped it, holding her so tightly she can barely move, finally revealing himself shortly after.

"Got you!"

Asterya stopped struggling as soon as she heard his voice, giving him a little slap on his arm in protest as he put her back down.

"Papa? For Gods' sake, what's wrong with you?"

Aemond smirked a little amused, but still angry, shedding his hood.

"Nice try with that fist, good job. You have to improve though."

"You scared her!" giggled Alicent, encircling his waist and resting her head on his stomach.

He smirked again, returning Alicent's hug and lowering his voice.

"Let's say it was my aim."

"How did you sneak so silently behind my back?" protested Asterya.

"Well, i'm quite seasoned than you, i trained you and i know exactly how you move. Besides, i told you countless times to not sneak out of the Keep, and yet you still disobey me. And what's worse, this time you brought your sister with you." Aemond retorts, returning the dagger to her. "This must stay always on you: you may not know when you have to use it, your life might depend on it. This time it was me, but what if there had been someone else in my place?"

"Vhagar would have protect us."

"What if she hadn't been there?"

"Papa, please, nothing's happened." sighed Asterya.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady. You always have an answer for everything, mh? Fine. You are grounded: you cannot fly with your dragon for at least two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"One for you, one because you took your sister with you. That seems like a more than reasonable amount of time, counting that your mother would confine you to your rooms. There are rules that exist for your safety too, sweetheart."

"But... you told me not to stroll around the city alone anymore, or to the woods, or alongside the river... and i didn't do it again!"

Gods, he still remembered that time she went to King's Landing with her older brother -both disguised as commoners- to the Kingswood with her dragon or worse, to the Blackwater river.

Better not think about it again.

"Good, since i don't want you to go to the city without someone."

"You disobeyed Grandma Alicent when you were little, i know it."

She was referring, most likely, to his attempts in the dragon pit and above all, to the Driftmark incident. She knew it so well, since it was a story almost as old as him.

"Yes, that's true. And i paid a far higher price than you will." Aemond admitted. There was no need to deny something so blatantly well knowed, not to his own daughter. With an istinctive gesture, he then removed his eye patch and the sapphire underneath shone in the sunlight: few had seen his wound, and until then his children had no idea how awful it was. Asterya gasped, then looked at it in astonishment, her eyes fixed not on the gem, but on the severed eyelids, how the lower eyelid had sagged a little, making it wider than the healthy eye, how the eyelids seemed like to bent inwards and how the eyebrow, also cut in two, no longer allowed hair to grow.

"Oh, papa..." she said, raising a hand towards his face, but she did not dare touch it, only merely looking at it. "Has mama ever saw it?"

"We've been married now for eighteen years, she knows everything about me." he replied, stroking her head with a smile.

"Can i see it too, daddy? Can i touch it?"

Aemond bent down a little, allowing Alicent to look at him as well.

"Be gentle, it hurts more than usual today."

Asterya cleared her throat, feeling guilty for having brought back certain memories.

"Does it hurt a lot?" she asked.

"Sometimes yes, sometimes i don't feel any pain." he answered, still bent towards the daughter.

"Iksā gevie, kepa." asserted Alicent.

"You are certainly far more beautiful than I am, my love, but thank you. Why don't you start collecting the books in the bag, sweetheart? I need to speak a little more with your sister."

"Are we going home already? Ugh!"

"Your mother's coming back, aren't you glad to see her? I personally can't wait, I missed her."

"Yes, but at home Septa Gwyn never leaves us in peace. Can we at least take a ride on Vhagar?"

"We'll see."

Aemond waited until Alicent had gone some distance before paying attention to his eldest daughter again.

"Why are you crying?" his good eye wandered over her face, trying to comprehend the reason. Then he hummed, understanding.

"Two weeks are fine, papa."

"Two weeks my dear, not a day more, i promise. I've made so much mistakes in my life and i've payed for all of them, but if losing an eye was and it still be a fair exchange for having Vhagar at my side, losing your mother or worse, you or one of your siblings is a price i will never be willing to pay for my sins. I can understand your craving for freedom, i really do. But you're a Targaryen princess, you're my daughter: if something ever occur to you because of my past, i could never forgive myself. You can always count on me if you want to stay alone for sometime, for i would accompany you everywhere, but my point is that it's dangerous to sneak out alone. You don't want your annoying father around you? I got it, but at least alert your brother, or your guard. Someone. You scare the hell out of me every time!"

"Sorry…"

"Few things more, Asterya, i'm not done: i've showed the secret passages to you and your siblings only for safety reasons and not for sneaking in my rooms while i'm sleeping. That book belonged to Aegon the Conqueror himself, and the sand might damage it so take good care. About this…" Aemond added, showing the eye-patch she took from his nightstand "...you can use my things, but not this. Anyway, i'll order the seamstresses to sew you comfortable clothes so that you no longer have to ransack my drawers to steal mine: it's not appropriate for a girl to do such things."

"I won't do it again dad, sorry."

Aemond tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in a loving gesture.

"...your disguise would have fooled me too."

Asterya looked at him with a wide smile and with a deep affection in her eyes, hugging him tightly.

"You are not annoying." she said, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on his scarred cheek. "And i will not ask anyone but you to accompany me, you will always be my first choice, papa, i love you."

For a moment she was again the little five year old girl who used to sneak in his rooms during thunderstorms, with her wide blue eyes seeking for his reassuring hug.

Aemond kissed her forehead, returning the embrace.

"Want to join for a ride?"

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fantomplant · 8 months ago

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my favorite emos

(this is kinda old so they look a lil different now lol)

#art #comic art #digital art #artists on tumblr #ocs #my ocs <3 #obsessed w them #early sunsets #early sunsets ocs

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redsrooftopprincess · 5 months ago

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💚 Master Post 💚

✨ASK RULES✨

Asks closed for now. HOWEVER. The Bruiser has agreed to answer questions as long as you follow the rules and aren't a dick. 😁

So you've found your way here! Welcome welcome, from me and the Bruiser. 😁

Here you will find fics and headcanons about Big Red and occasionally the rest of the boys. All the boys, et al, are a combination of a lot of different canons, as well as my own personal headcanons. Visually, however, they are Bayverse because...

(Thank you ILM, for all that you do. 🥵)

I have some spicy stuff, and I do repost things that are spicy. I will do my best to put warnings on anything that needs it, but if you see something that may trigger someone and there isn't a warning, please lmk so I can fix it.

Also, my style will occasionally change. I've never written narratively before now (just some poetry here and there), so congratulations! You get to watch me learn how to write in real time! 😅

That being said, I'm not your mommy (well, not *yours*, anyway 😏), so if you're a minor, GTFO. I'm responsible for neither your trauma, nor your deviancy, and that will not be changing. So either go away or don't get caught.

Anyway, without further guilding of my very tarnished lily.....

Links for joy and pain below the cut!

Character art for Jess (Red's princess), done by @truffle-draws-turtles 🥰

Gravity Fics

Raphael x Reader (Technically)

There is an overall story happening loosely and in out of order pieces that will eventually be cleaned up and combined into one. They are technically written with my OC, Jess, in mind (link to a bit about her below), but I have written them x reader and have done my best to make them gender neutral as much as I can. Expect continuity errors, which is why I'm posting them as individual fics, but they are posted in rough story order below.

Best Friends

Early

Nightmare

Damn it

Kintsugi

Nightmare Part 2

Soldier (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2

Sunlight

Assassin (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5

Coming Home (Fem Reader)

Gravity - Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3

Other Fics

Pumpkin Sugar Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️Fem!Reader)

Sunglasses (Teen Turtles, Bro Fic)

Oneshots

Where There's Smoke 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (AFAB Reader)

Christmas in August 🌶️

Sleeping Beauty

Hot Blood (AFAB Fem Reader) 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Distraction 💜

Hidden Talent

Bird

Awkward

Monster 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Turned Tables 🧡

Crushed 🧡

Poetic Justice

Mountains and Sunsets and You

Rough Night

Valentine (Fem!Reader)

Chills

Headcanons

Disabilities ♥️💙💜🧡

Secret Swiftie ♥️

Sleeping ♥️💙💜🧡

Drugs ♥️💙💜🧡

Witchy Shit ♥️💙💜🧡

Sweets ♥️💙💜🧡

Renfaire (Renaissance Festival) ❤️💙💜🧡

Twinsies!!! ❤️💙💜🧡

OC Stuff

Gender and Sexuality ❤️💙💜🧡

Jess, According to Jess! (and Me 😈)

Asks of my own

Happy Bruiser

Jess Art by @truffle-draws-turtles

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whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist · 10 months ago

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oc intro

week has started off rough cause I got bit by a dog and my leg now hurts and has a nasty bruise 💔 so why not chat about some of my wof ocs. Fair warning there will be alot of older art 💀 prepare

princess jojoba, sandwing, she/her

Jojoba I'd one of many siblings and in no way near the throne, thus she is carefree. She's also mama's favorite and they spend time together often. when not with her mother she is off watching races across the dunes and trading within markets. While Jojoba is outgoing and joyful she is haunted by the fact one of her sisters will kill their mother for the throne. She doesn't want to loose her mother and she knows she'll never very whoever does it the same.

art status: oldish ref needs redone

Forestfire, skywing, he/him

Forestfire is a rather large firescales skywing. When he was born rumors and fear spread quickly. His parents paid an animus to make a rope, unable to be burned or broken, and tied it around their sons jaws to keep him from using his fire. They thought if he never used fire that the internal flame would just burn out and he'd become "normal". The rope did the opposite causing his flames to burn stronger and break through his scales to find some relief. The poor boy was then banished into the mountain and locked up for good. Forestfire now waits within the mountain growing angrier by the day waiting for a group of pseudo prophecy dragonets to stumble their way in and release him.

Art status: old ref, needs redo and will probably be removing the front horn it's a bit too hivewing

BASE: Joy ang lines from the book

Fossil, mudwing, he/him

Fossil is a lost mudwing trying to find his family. He doesn't remember them but just has that gut feeling something is wrong. He is well liked within the mudwing villages and he drifts from troop to troop, feeling loved but not exactly fitting in

Art status: needs drawn ref

Wolfsbane, leafwing, he/him

A hired hand, will do anything for money kinda guy. He looks pretty intimidating so he hasn't really had to get violent on many of his jobs. Thinking of sticking this guy into my other mind au story

Art status: old-ish art, would like to give new ref but doesn't not need one immediately

Queen Sonne and Queen sunset, skywing and silkwing, both she/her

Two queens I made for an rp a long time ago that sadly didn't work out. They do have full refs but they are on bases rn and need redone.

Queen sonne of the skywings is an older more serious queen, she is known for being harsh and no nonsense.

Queen sunset of the silkwings is a very young queen. She was her mothers only daughter and her mother sadly passed early. Sunset is under constant pressure from a group of nobles each trying to dictate laws to their own interest. Sunset is currently trying to find her voice and looks up to queen Sonne a lot.

So there's a handful of my own ocs ❤️ some need to to be reworked and refs re drawn but I still love them

#wings of fire #wings of fire oc #wof ocs #wof

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nyx-is-missing · 1 year ago

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SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough. "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

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xoxorealitygalore · 15 days ago

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Grown Woman 2

Tama Tonga x Black OC

Summary: 30-year-old Tahiry has always been seen as a baby and underestimated by those around her. When tragedy strikes and her best friend passes away, Tahiry is suddenly thrust into the role of legal guardian for her young goddaughter, Harmony. As she navigates the challenges of motherhood and responsibility, Tahiry begins to transform into a woman of depth and resilience. Yet, it’s only Tama, who truly notices the changes in her.

The early evening skies above Lincoln Financial Field glowed with the soft orange and purple hues of a Philadelphia sunset, casting a warm, ethereal light over the buzzing crowd. Fans clad in midnight green jerseys, their faces painted in pride, flooded the streets surrounding the stadium, some tailgating, others eagerly making their way toward the massive structure that housed the city’s heartbeat.

There was something electric in the air tonight; it wasn’t just the NFC Championship game between the Eagles and the Washington Commanders that had everyone riled up. The presence of WWE superstars—Tama Tonga and Jacob Fatu—added a surreal touch to the already charged atmosphere.

Tahiry had promised Tama that she would accompany him to the game, and she showed up, making him very happy. It had been something of a personal commitment. She wasn’t the type to offer promises lightly, especially not when work could so easily get in the way. But when Tama had asked, there had been something in his voice, an almost unspoken request that made her agree without hesitation. And so, here she was, walking through the sprawling parking lots of Lincoln Financial Field with him by her side and Harmony, clinging to Tama’s hand.

Harmony, wide-eyed and full of wonder, tugged at Tama, her gaze fixed on the grand scale of the stadium ahead. At three years old, the enormity of the stadium seemed like something out of a dream. She had been to SmackDown tapings before, but nothing compared to this.

“Wow, Tama! It’s so big!” Harmony exclaimed, her voice full of awe.

Tama, who had always been a natural with children, smiled down at her. He was used to the spectacle of WWE events, where larger-than-life moments played out in front of screaming crowds, but this was different. Something was warming about this moment. It was just him, Tahiry, and Harmony away from the cameras, away from the flashing lights, just sharing in the simplicity of a child’s joy.

“I know, huh? Biggest field you’ve ever seen,” he teased, bending slightly so he could look her in the eye.

As they walked into the stadium, the excitement of the evening began to settle in. The game itself, between the Eagles and the Washington Commanders, would be a historic one. A victory here meant a ticket to Super Bowl 59 in New Orleans, but to Tama, the game wasn’t the real reason he had come. No, this trip was about something much bigger: the collision of sports and entertainment, of football and WWE, of personalities that commanded attention and captivated the masses. This was his time to shine, not just as a wrestler, but as a figure whose influence stretched beyond the squared circle.

Tahiry, for her part, wasn’t so caught up in the excitement of the game. Sure, the atmosphere was exhilarating, but her focus was elsewhere. As WWE’s Director of Sports and Entertainment Relations, her role here was to make sure everything was running smoothly ensure that Tama and Jacob were keeping up with their media appearances, chatting with the right people, and maintaining WWE’s presence throughout the evening. She wasn’t about to let herself be distracted by the chaos around her. She had a job to do.

And yet, even as she kept a professional demeanor, she couldn’t help but be aware of Tama’s presence beside her. She had known him for years, worked alongside him, and shared countless moments of laughter and camaraderie. But tonight, there was something different in the air between them.

It was subtle almost imperceptible but it was there, in the way he seemed to stay just a little closer than usual, in the way his eyes lingered on her just a fraction longer than necessary. They had always been friends, but something unspoken between them was beginning to bubble to the surface. And though Tahiry wasn’t ready to confront it, she couldn’t help but feel it.

Jacob was there too, of course, impossible to ignore. He had been a constant companion for both Tama and Tahiry and though he was often the life of the party, full of jokes and mischief, tonight, he was slightly more observant than usual.

His eyes darted between Tama and Tahiry as they walked toward their designated suite, the silent tension between the two of them not lost on him. Jacob was no fool. He had seen the way they looked at each other, the subtle smiles, the lingering glances. He knew something was there. He just didn’t know when they would act on it or if they would at all.

When they reached the players’ lounge, the energy in the air shifted. A few of the Eagles players, still hyped from their warm-ups, turned their attention to Tahiry. It wasn’t unusual; Tahiry had always been a striking presence, confident and charismatic, and more than a few players had tried to catch her attention in the past. But tonight, it wasn’t just her beauty they were noticing. It was something about the way she carried herself, her ease in such an unfamiliar setting, that drew them in.

Jacob, ever the protective friend, wasn’t about to let anyone get too close.

“She got a kid,” Jacob said with a smirk, pointing subtly to Harmony, who was still holding Tama’s hand with a surprising tightness for a little girl. “She’s taken, fellas.”

Tahiry rolled her eyes, though she was secretly grateful for Jacob’s intervention. She wasn’t interested in any of the players. The truth was, she hadn’t been interested in anyone for a while not since she’d met Tama. But the feelings she had for him weren’t simple. There were layers. Layers of friendship, professionalism, and the unspoken bond they shared. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the pull. It was that she didn’t know how to navigate it. Not with the WWE, not with the family dynamics that were so intricately woven into the fabric of their lives.

Meanwhile, Tama didn’t seem to notice the quiet flirtations. His attention was solely on Harmony, who was tugging at his sleeve, clearly wanting to be carried. Tama bent down effortlessly, scooping her into his arms and holding her against his chest, her tiny hands clutching at his neck. Harmony’s small head found a comfortable spot on his shoulder, and he smiled down at her.

“Alright, kiddo, let’s go find our seats,” he said, his voice warm.

As they made their way toward their seats in the luxury suite, Jacob, ever the instigator, snapped a few pictures of Tama and Harmony together, the contrast between the tough wrestler and the sweet little girl somehow both heartwarming and amusing. He sent one of the photos to Joshua with a text that read, “That’s your future brother-in-law, uso. This is a date for them.”

Joshua, always the curious one, responded with a slew of confused emojis. Jacob, with his trademark grin, sent another message: “Tama, Tahiry, and Harmony—watch them act like a family. You’ll see.”

The game kicked off, and the Eagles quickly dominated, sending the Commanders reeling. The stadium was alive with cheers and chants, but in the suite, there was another kind of energy brewing, a quiet, almost electric tension between Tama and Tahiry. For all the chaos on the field, their attention was on each other. At one point, Harmony had fallen asleep in Tama’s arms, her small body completely relaxed, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her soft breathing. Tama looked down at her, a fond smile on his lips, but then his eyes lifted to meet Tahiry’s, who was standing a few feet away.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Words weren’t necessary. The look in their eyes was enough. Tahiry’s heart swelled with emotion as she watched Tama hold her goddaughter, the tenderness in his touch impossible to ignore. There was a part of her that wished she could feel just as comfortable with her emotions and could be just as open with him. But the boundaries they had set in place were not easily crossed.

The game ended with a decisive victory for the Eagles. They were going to the Super Bowl, and the excitement inside the stadium was electric, but for Tahiry, Tama, and Harmony, the night was just beginning. As they left the suite and made their way toward the exit, Jacob had already slipped off, eager to let them have some time alone. He shot one last mischievous look at the pair before disappearing into the crowd.

Outside the stadium, Tama turned to Tahiry, his usual teasing smile softening into something more sincere. “Hey,” he began, his voice more serious than usual, “how about we grab dinner? Just you, me, and Harmony. I think we’ve earned it.”

Tahiry, momentarily taken aback, hesitated. But only for a moment. Her eyes flicked to Harmony, still fast asleep in Tama’s arms, and then back to Tama. The warmth of his gaze, the tenderness in his actions, made her heart flutter.

“I’d like that,” she replied softly.

At the restaurant, away from the prying eyes of the crowd, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Over their meal, Tama’s tone shifted. He wasn’t joking, wasn’t hiding behind the playful persona that he wore so easily.

“Tahiry,” he said, his voice low, “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel this… connection between us. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, and I need to tell you that. I can’t keep pretending I don’t want more. I don’t know if it’s the right time, but I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Tahiry’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced, and her stomach fluttered. She hadn’t been expecting this. Not so directly, not so suddenly. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew. She knew that the feelings were mutual. She had felt them for so long, but fear had held her back from acting on them.

“I feel the same way,” she admitted quietly, her voice trembling slightly. “I just… didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t know if it was the right time, or if it would change everything between us.”

Tama reached across the table, his hand covering hers. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice a soft promise. “Together.”

And for the first time in a long time, Tahiry believed it.

tahirytravis 2h

The next day, Tahiry had barely set foot in her sister’s house when she was ambushed by Takecia, Trinity, and Almia, each of them looking at her with the kind of judgment that made her wish she could disappear into the walls.

“Okay, we need to talk,” Takecia said, her voice firm but not unkind. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the counter, clearly prepared for a conversation that was about to be anything but casual.

Tahiry didn’t need to ask what they wanted to talk about. It had only been a day since the Eagles game, and already, her entire life felt like it was being analyzed under a microscope. Jacob, ever the instigator, had taken pictures of her, Tama, and Harmony, sending them to the group chat. Then fans posted photos and videos, speculating about the relationship between her and Tama, who was now the focus of their attention. Everyone had questions, including her family.

“I can’t believe Jacob,” Tahiry muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “Why did he have to take pictures and send them to y’all? And don’t even get me started on the fans.”

“Girl, please,” Takecia said, shaking her head and giving Tahiry a knowing look. “It’s not just the pictures. This is serious. Tama’s a wrestler. The lifestyle comes with baggage. You don’t just date a wrestler; you sign up for the whole package. We’re just making sure you’re ready for that.”

Tahiry felt a flicker of irritation stir inside her. She had known this conversation was coming; she had known her family would have questions, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

“Prepared to be with a wrestler?” Tahiry said, raising an eyebrow and leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms in a defensive gesture. “Girl, please. Y’all are acting like I’m getting married to the man. What’s the big deal?”

Her voice was more flippant than she intended, but the frustration of having her personal life picked apart by her family, the people who had been there through every struggle and triumph was starting to get to her. Tama wasn’t her man. He wasn’t even her boyfriend, not yet, anyway. They were just... figuring it out. And yet, here she was, with her family treating it like an impending life-altering decision.

“You’re not getting married, but you’re getting involved with a man who lives a whole different life than you’re used to,” Takecia pressed, her eyes narrowing. “There’s a lot that comes with this lifestyle, Tahiry. You can’t just pretend like everything is going to be sunshine and rainbows. You’re barely keeping it together taking care of Harmony as it is. Don’t add more to your plate by being with Tama.”

Tahiry could feel the heat rising in her chest. She stood up from the chair, gripping the back of it, trying to calm the growing fire inside her. “Barely keeping it together? Are you serious?” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Harmony is good. I’m doing very well taking care of her. Stop making it seem like I can’t take care of myself or her.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and hurt clouding her thoughts. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand where Takecia was coming from, she did. Takecia loved her, and she loved Harmony, and she only wanted what was best for both of them. But Tahiry had been doing this on her own for a while now, had built a life for herself and her goddaughter, and the idea of anyone suggesting she couldn’t handle it felt like a punch to the gut.

Takecia’s face softened a little, but she didn’t back down. “We’re just worried, Tahiry. You’ve been through so much lately. You might be blinded by grief and not thinking clearly. I just don’t want you to make a decision that you might regret later.”

Tahiry stared at her sister, her mind racing. Grief. She knew Takecia meant well, but the suggestion that she was somehow still trapped in grief felt like a dismissal of everything she had worked so hard for. Yes, she had lost a lot over the past few months but she was not blinded by grief. She had Harmony now, and she had her strength. She was strong enough to handle whatever came her way, even if that was Tama, even if that meant navigating the world of professional wrestling and all that came with it.

She shook her head, exhaling sharply. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice quieter now but still resolute. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

The words hung heavy in the air, but before her sister could respond, Almia spoke up. “It’s not that we don’t trust you,” she said, her voice softer than Takecia’s, but just as firm. “It’s just... Tama’s a wrestler. That means travel, publicity, and constant attention. You can’t just go into this with your eyes closed. You need to be prepared for what that’s going to mean for you and Harmony. It’s not just about him; it’s about the whole world that comes with it.”

Tahiry felt her patience begin to thin. She had already heard all of this before, but hearing it from her family, people who knew her best, made it sting even more. It felt like they were telling her that her feelings for Tama were insignificant, that she couldn’t handle what might come next, and that she needed their approval to move forward.

“I don’t need to be prepared for anything,” she snapped. “I’m doing just fine. I’m a grown woman. And if I want to figure things out with Tama, then that’s my decision.”

Takecia’s eyes flicked toward Almia and Trinity, a silent communication passing between the three women. They were all concerned, in their way, but they weren’t about to back down either. It was like they all felt an invisible weight on their shoulders, this need to protect her from making the same mistakes again, to shield her from any kind of heartache. But Tahiry was tired of being shielded. She was ready to live her life, even if it meant navigating a path that no one else understood.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen, her anger still simmering but now mixed with a deep sense of frustration. She didn’t want to fight with her family, but it felt impossible to have a conversation without them scrutinizing every part of her life.

As she stepped outside into the cool morning air, the calmness of her sister’s neighborhood did nothing to ease her racing thoughts. She needed space, needed a moment to breathe, so she walked aimlessly down the driveway, her feet crunching on the gravel beneath her. The world felt heavy, too heavy. The expectations, the worries, and the constant pressure to be everything for everyone, it was starting to wear on her.

That was when her phone rang, the familiar ringtone breaking through the storm inside her. She glanced at the screen and saw Tama’s name. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Hey,” she answered, her voice still tense but less sharp than before.

“Hey, you okay?” Tama’s voice was smooth and steady. He could always tell when something was off with her, always able to pick up on the subtle changes in her tone, the pauses in her words.

Tahiry let out a breath, her shoulders sagging slightly as she began to pace the driveway. “I don’t know,” she admitted, the words coming out a little more vulnerable than she had intended. “My family, they’re... they’re just worrying about me, about everything. They’re acting like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing just fine,” Tama said firmly, his tone reassuring. “But I get it. Family can be a lot sometimes. You don’t have to explain everything to them if you don’t want to. You’re allowed to make your own decisions.”

Tahiry paused, letting his words settle. She was used to handling things on her own, but hearing Tama speak so confidently about her ability to navigate it all was like a balm to her soul. No one had ever been able to calm her down like this, certainly not Takecia, no matter how well-intentioned she was.

“I don’t know,” she said, exhaling slowly. “It’s just... they’re all over me about you, about us.”

Tama was quiet for a moment, and then, as if understanding exactly what she needed, he spoke again. “I’ll tell you what. Go home. Take Harmony home, and get settled. I’ll come by and pick you both up. We’ll go to the children’s museum, just you, me, and Harmony. No pressure, no expectations. Just a day to enjoy, okay?”

Tahiry smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t expected. Tama had this way of grounding her, of making everything feel manageable again. “Okay,” she said, her voice softer now. “That sounds nice. I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Good,” Tama replied. “I’ll see you soon.”

As she hung up, Tahiry couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. The weight of her family’s judgment was still there, but for the first time that morning, she felt like she had a way out, a way to breathe, a way to find some peace. Tama’s calm and certainty had helped her see that she didn’t need to have all the answers right now. She didn’t need to justify her decisions to anyone, not when she had someone who believed in her.

As she headed back into the house, a sense of resolve settled in her chest. She would face whatever came next, whether it was from her family, from the world, or from the complex feelings she had for Tama.

👀👀 Tama Tonga and Tahiry Travis are spotted looking super cozy at a Children’s Museum with Tahiry’s little girl. 🤔 Are they more than just friends? 🤫 And let’s not forget—Tahiry is Jey Uso's sister-in-law! 👀 Is this a new power couple in the making? 💥 #WWE #TamaTonga #TahiryTravis

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jiminiecrickets · 8 months ago

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another love'a little dagger drabble??🌝

oc and taehyung are doing the nasty and then jimin calls oc, tae ist jealous and picks up the phone for oc and let's jimin hear what they're doing 🌝

warnings: riding/reverse cowgirl, they're so mean to each other for no reason lol, abrupt ending oops, also ignore any continuity errors please and thank

"fuck, you're pretty."

the wet slap of skin on skin only quickens in response. it's obscene, filthy, the way he tosses his head back as he grips your knees, bouncing his tight little ass on your cock with all the crass sexuality of an early megan fox movie. sweat drips down his temple, dampening the ends of his fading red hair. it's a pinkish-orange, uneven with sun exposure and a messy bleach and dye job, but somehow it looks intentional – something like a summer beach sunset. even the striking black roots don't look ugly.

"pretty," taehyung repeats with a hiss. "pretty pretty pretty. i'm never anything else to you, am i? not hot, not sexy, just this fucking pretty. even when your dick's in me, that's all i get?"

you scoff. you'd roll your eyes, but doing so means you'd have to tear your gaze off of his ass rippling off your thighs. your palm cracks against his ass and he jerks, his cry like a snap of a whip. you massage the reddening skin absently. "you know you're both of those things. me saying them doesn't matter. shit—" your head falls back to the couch backrest as he clamps down around you, tight as as vice. "you're shaking. like getting spanked, do you, naughty thing?"

"sh-shut up," he growls, his breathy grunts and moans like melted chocolate, heavy over your senses. his lashes flutter as he drops his hips, slowing to lazily grind into you so he can remember how to breathe and to fully appreciate how fucking deep your cock reaches. "oh, god..."

to your credit, you oblige, though he knows the smirk on your face isn't going anywhere. your hands print bruises in their shape on his hips and the pain of your nails digging into his skin makes his cock throb with the shudder zinging up his spine.

he's close. so fucking close.

your phone rings.

taehyung's eyes snap open. that's a different ringtone to your default.

"ignore it," you groan, the impatience in your voice turning to annoyance as taehyung both dismisses you and leans over to pick it up from the side table. "taehyung, damn it—"

"hey, babe," jimin croons from the other side. "i'm lonely. i miss you."

you can't get a single word out before taehyung's brow knits and he grunts, "he doesn't miss you, though."

only silence filters through the phone, and taehyung's heart leaps with the joy of a victory. finally. he's lost enough to the bitch who sidelined him in the first place.

"taehyung, fuck, hang up." your hands push and pull loosely at his still hips, and when he doesn't budge, you try bucking up into him. he clenches around you and glances over his shoulder in warning, settling his entire weight on your lap to pin you down. you hiss as his heat swallows you to the hilt. "taehyung!"

taehyung turns his attention back to the phone pressed against his ear. he won't give you the satisfaction of hearing jimin's voice. "give up. you're temporary, meat to chew up and spit out. there's a reason he never hangs out with you outside of a quick fuck, you know – you've got nothing to show except your money and your ass. you're not good enough for him."

"and you are?" jimin retorts, his voice cold and sharp even as taehyung slams his hips down on your cock and moans directly into the receiver. "at least i could pay for our dates with my own money, give him everything he could ever want. you? you'd give him a single twelve-dollar rose and a blowjob, hoping he won't look too closely at how you can't even afford the touch-ups for your hair. you're pretty but held upright by bluffs and hot air."

high on the heat of your body, taehyung only lets out a breathy laugh, punctuated by a moan as your cock thrusts into him. "you think i'm bluffing? who's the one cold and lonely, and who's got him for company? oh, fuck yes—!"

"you might have him now, but i have him when it matters. people know he likes me because i can show him off in public. everyone thinks he hates you with how much he complains about you and your shitty habits," he sneers on the other side. "sure, he might only like me for my ass, but how is it any different with you? he's not dating either of us, and i'm the one he puts on his arm. sorry, honey, but i don't think you're as much of a winner as you think you are."

he hangs up immediately, and taehyung lowers the phone. he glares at the pixels spelling out his name. he tosses it aside with a huff, leaning back and bracing against your body to ride you faster, harder. your groans are music to his ears.

"shit, taehyung, slow down – gonna snap my fuckin' cock in half like that," you grunt, the squelch of lube and cum stirring arousal deep in your gut.

"gonna make you lose your mind," he purrs, "make you forget all about that other bitch. there's gonna be a time, y'know, when you have to choose. i'm showing you why you'd do well to pick me."

#asks #taehyung x male reader

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