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mr2swap · 1 year ago

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wedding gift for "dad"

I feel terrible about how things turned out for me and my son David, but there is nothing I can do now. All I can do is live the life David always wanted for himself and his husband, Andrew.

I met Andrew when he was just a little boy who used to come every afternoon to play with my son David, the two of them were inseparable so much that I came to consider Andrew as the second son I never had, the years passed, and I saw how Andrew and David became men, until that moment I never believed that there was more than friendship between them, they were always so fanatical of spending their afternoons training in the gym until long hours of the night, studying in long sleepovers that lasted all weekend week and rehearsing their choreographies for the dance club they were both enrolled in. I guess I should have seen the signs.

10 years ago while the whole family was together and David was next to him, he decided to tell us the truth, they had been secretly dating for so long that I almost choked on a mouthful of my wife's delicious meatloaf, they all seemed quite happy at that moment everyone except me.

I was so stupid back then that at that moment, I decided that the man in front of me was not my son anymore, I started treating him differently, I cut myself off from him and Andrew completely, damn it! I even felt sorry that everyone on our street knew about it before I did. I'm 59 years old, in my day all that shit was kept secret, of course there were gay people, but I never thought David would be one of them.

For the good of the family I decided to just ignore David, but when he and Andrew came to my house with an invitation to their wedding I just couldn't help myself anymore, I told David that I didn't agree with his lifestyle and if he wanted to be gay had to be done outside this house and forever, I wouldn't attend the wedding of two fagots, let alone let someone from my family know about it.

From that moment I did not see David or Andrew again, until their wedding day, I was alone at home watching the football game on television, my wife had betrayed me and left me alone to go to the wedding from David and Andrew, I drank a six pack of beers just to forget today's wedding, but while you were watching the game something strange happened, I don't know if it was the effect of the beers or maybe the strange wish that my son made, I swear that In a simple blink that I lived in slow motion I was transported from the comfortable sofa in my house to a hotel room.

I looked around surprised because my living room had become an elegant room on the twelfth floor of a hotel, believing that I was in an extremely realistic dream, I looked at my hands, they were no longer old and wrinkled, now they were firm and young, my clothes I had also changed instead of a dirty tank top that highlighted my huge belly and yellowed boxer shorts I was now dressed in a fancy tuxedo, I looked down in surprise that my belly didn't obstruct my vision to see my feet which were now in a pair in elegant black shoes.

-This must be a dream…-

I said out loud and startled by the sudden change in the tone of my voice, something seemed familiar in that voice, but I didn't know what it was, I decided to believe that I was in a lucid dream thanks to all the pain that I normally suffered in my back and on my knees they disappeared, with my long and firm fingers I held my hard and firm pectorals, even the sensations on my skin were different and for some reason my nipples were also much more sensitive.

I kept using my fingers to highlight each of my muscles, I continued down towards my chiseled abs, surprised to find myself with the hardness of my muscles instead of a grotesque round belly, I looked to the sides trying to find a mirror, so I could see myself better, and luckily I found one that was on the other side of the huge hotel room.

When I first looked at my reflection, I immediately recognized the face that was now mine.

-AHHH!!!-

Indeed, that was not my face, it was the face of my son David, I fell backwards terrified by the impact of seeing my son again and at the same time knowing that I was him, I remained silent for a whole minute making movements slowly while crawling to the mirror my eyes did not take off for a single second from the reflection in the mirror that imitated each of my movements.

As I knelt in front of the mirror, I examined my son's mature handsome face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his whitened teeth, and his hair which I had recently painted black.

-What the fuck is… This?-

I caressed my new face while making strange expressions with my son's face in the mirror, to verify that it was me who was there. Suddenly, from the other side of the room, the ringing of a telephone made me wake up from hypnosis in who was submerged while looking at my face.

I stood up and awkwardly walked to the phone now that I was aware of the vast difference between my obese body and the young body of my gay son.

Before I had the phone in my hands I looked at the number, immediately recognizing it was the number we had had in the house for years, less and less convinced that this was a dream, I picked up the phone and simply answered it.

-He-hello?-

For five long seconds that seemed like an eternity the phone remained silent, a hoarse and thick voice broke the silence in which we were.

-Dad are you?-

-Who speaks? David? for the love of god what's happening?-

-Oh shit! If you are the one in my body, I… I'm sorry, I think this is my fault.-

-David, where the hell are you? and where am i? why is this your fault?

I had to sit down for the long conversation we had that day, he doesn't know exactly what happened, he was just getting ready to go down to the reception and be on his wedding day, but it seems an unexpected gift arrived, from out of nowhere a mysterious gift appeared on the floor, it was in front of the door so I guess it was a gift from her future husband or maybe the reception had sent them something in gratitude for renting the ballroom, the gift box was simple and it only had a name on it.

From: Mr2 Swap

He thought the gift was a mistake, that it simply wasn't for him and one of the hotel workers had got the wrong room, but for some reason he couldn't leave the gift unopened, it was almost as if he was calling him .

When he finished dressing, the gift was still there and David could not resist the supernatural curiosity that invaded him, he took the gift in his hands and opened it, he was not expecting anything specific, but what the box contained surprised him, it was a simple golden ticket

"Valid for one wish"

David looked everywhere, but there were no more letters or signs of who had sent the ticket.

-A wish huh?… I just wish dad was here to see how I get married-

And after that we both woke up in each other's place, while there Disney was counting all this madness I looked everywhere even under the bed, but there was no ticket not even a gift box it was like after his wish was fulfilled would have vanished.

While I was still looking for some clues as to where that strange gift had gone, my wife also dressed in an elegant dress entered the room, as soon as I saw her I knew that she had to find out what had happened to me and David But the words wouldn't come out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried I couldn't say a single word about the exchange or about the real David now being drunk in my body thousands of miles from here.

-the wedding planner is waiting for you son, if you take longer on the phone, we will have to postpone dinner-

Caught by the magic of the ticket, I act exactly as David did, I took one last look in the mirror and with a smile I fixed my hair, I definitely wouldn't act like this in a situation like this, but David's personality was so dominant in to my mind that now that so much time has passed since then I can't believe that I actually married another man.

I drank a couple of drinks to ease the tension but as soon as I saw Andrew for the first time through my son's eyes it was like seeing him for the first time, he was a bit taller than me he had a lovely smile and had a body so fucking hot in that body hugging black suit that a boner formed when I kissed him in front of my family and David and Andrew's friends

I will never forget my first kiss with Andrew, his lips were firm but soft, his tongue was so wild that I was carried away by the intoxicating taste of his saliva and that slight taste of champagne, with his long and strong arms he caressed my round butt giving me a prelude to what would be my wedding night, the grip on his fingers dug into the meat of my ass like teeth, in my old life I never allowed myself to be weak, but now I enjoyed my newly husband's manipulations.

By the time the wedding ended I was drunk enough to let myself go, the real Andrew noticed my nervousness a bit, but he thought it was just the nerves before the wedding, I hadn't seen my son or Andrew in years, I knew what enough for the time we were together and for what his mother said to convince him that I was the real David.

Hours went by and it got darker and darker, when all the guests had left and me and Andrew went up to the room, the real performance began, the second we walked through the door immediately Andrew took my hands and he tossed me onto the bed like I was a wild animal I stripped naked revealing my son's years worked muscles, my heart was pounding like crazy as I watched Andrew take off his shirt in front of me, I had seen Andrew shirtless a lot of times when I was in my old body, but now it was very different.

As if they had a life of their own my hands began to adore Andrew's massive hairy pecs, I pinched those nipples that were in front of me and buried my face in the middle of his pecs, the smell was delicious, sweat, and a slight scent of champagne spilled on his shirt, Andrew seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was, his moans that must have seemed repulsive to me before now only turned me on more and more as he released one.

Andrew I can't contain myself for another second he took me by the waist and turned my body so that I was lying face down towards the bed, my legs settled as if they knew exactly what was happening, I arched my back and lifted my ass to display it in front of Andrew, this time the moans that filled the room were my own.

Andrew had plunged his face into my ass and with the same ferocity that he had desecrated my mouth he did with my anus, even though he had magically acquired the personality of my son David, all the sensations will be new to me, and my God. , what fucking incredible sensations!

As he used his tongue to please me with his strong, calloused, firm hands, he took my penis and began to masturbate it, for a straight man and I have done the old-fashioned like me all these pleasurable sensations were incredible.

But neither me nor Andrew were satisfied, Andrew stuck his tongue out of my hairy ass and slowly inserted his cock inside me, it was a painful sensation, but somehow familiar and pleasant, he fucked me so hard that day that surely we didn't let sleep to the people in the next room.

He was so drunk and so tired that day that I didn't realize when he had put me to sleep, and when I woke up to the rest of Andrew, I almost fell out of bed. Immediately, all the memories of the day before came to mind. I got out of bed as quietly as possible, took the phone and unlocked it with Andrew's face, it had 58 calls from the real David.

I changed into a pair of my son's tight revealing underwear and went into the bathroom, called David and told him everything that had happened that night, completely avoiding that Andrew and I had fornicated.

It was strange hearing my son cry in my old voice, but there was nothing I could do to comfort him, I just promised him that he would try to figure this out and not ruin his life or his new marriage.

Since that day I have been pretending to be David, every day is something new and to be honest it is exciting, thanks to my new personality I was able to fully adapt to David's gay life the new ideas did not seem disastrous to me as they would have seemed to me in my Old body, I always thought my son was a model or something, I soon found out that he and Andrew were the best strippers in the city where we now live, we had loads of money, I never thought fagots would pay so much just to see me dance, having fun, kissing and stroking my husband's cock in public.

It's been three years since then, Andrew and I have a nice house that we remodeled, a lot of savings in the bank, and we recently started an OnlyFans account as a couple, and he never suspected that she married her boyfriend's father.

Actually no one ever found out about the body swap, that's still our secret between me and David, and speaking of David we talked again after the swap, he has a hard time adjusting to his new life as a bigoted middle-aged man, all those stupid ideas that used to be in my head are now in hers but I think she's adjusting to her new gay son.

It's a bit hard to admit, but I prefer my new life, so I'll try not to open a mystery gift from Mr2 swap again.

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aliamor · 5 months ago

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Thought this would be funny since I finally got to watch the Minecraft stream everyone's talking about with Case, sketch, and Jynxi(I think is how u spell it)

What would it be like if Y/n was playing there with them. It can be platonic or romantic but I'd think it would be so hilarious that case went to the mines and came back up and sketch and Jynxi have only made a bridge and Y/n is no where in sight cause she dropped their dead weight and she's got a whole base built up 😭

Only if u want to though! Make sure your staying healthy and drinking plenty of water 😤

I love thisss, i got youu, literally watching that stream had me STRESSED OUT.

But loove you, im staying healthy. Make sure you all are staying healthy too and taking care of yourselfs🗣️

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Playing minecraft with caseoh was always fun, but the mix of sketch and jynxzi… wasnt a productive run through.

Sketch and jynxzi would mess around hitting each other as the day gets wasted once again. Case and you running around getting wood and coal and other good resources. Cases many failed attempts to teach the other two shortly ends as case explores into a cave and never to see the light of day ever again.

But you decide to stick by the other two so nothing to bad can happen, but they manage it to be. About 20 minutes into that, your minecraft skin disappears into the the forest that you’ve told them you’d ‘get wood from’. But really sneaking off to set off into different land.

Case every so often comes through his mic to ask you how your doing, and responding back with “good, hows the caves treating you?”.

“Ehhh…not as smooth as i want it to be” he always hums back.

Hour of that going on and off with the constant laugher coming out through the mic because of sketchs or jynxzis funny remarks, they were having fun so thats all that matters.

“You dont seem as excited as i am with this bridge” sketch speaks out to jynxzi. God knows what he means because at this point you’re miles away from them with a nice pretty house built, food cooking up in the furnace and armor building up. But soon you hear that case is rising out of the dust, finding sketchs beautiful four lane bridge. Cases voice rings through the mic, “i come back from the deadlist expedition of my life to find you built a bridge to a cave THAT GOES NO WHERE!!”

Cases hand slaps down on his desk as you laugh hearing it more promptly from the other room of our house, “and where is y/n?? YALL LOST THEM OH NAHHH..”

“I got lost and built a house from where i was” i lied out, though i did build a house its the ‘i got lost’ part that was a lie

“Baby give me your coordinates, lemme come see you” case says, which you do and he goes in that direction for about 10 minutes before coming across a nicely built house, which of course has everything he needs. A basement that can have a cave mining strip, furnaces on furnaces, and a farm growing out back.

“WOAHHH! HOLY, HOW IN THE WORLD??” He says as explores into the house more.

MWAH,

Would kill to play minecraft with caseoh, it would be so fun😭 be safe lovelys🩷

#caseohxreader #caseoh fanfic #caseoh x reader #sfw

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spilledcoffeeonthefloor · 2 months ago

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i have this fic idea but I'm a terrible writer, so I'm handing the honor to ya'll.

raven Neil helps kevin get out of the nest with a broken hand at 16 and kevin promised to come back for him and jean. few months after that, right after Neil helps jean out too, he apparently dies. (apparently). kevin also goes to his funeral and literally see him dead as fuck, and getting buried for real. he also thinks that jean died too, since he suddenly disappeared from the nest.

3 years later, kevin and other foxes are coming back to fox tower after the practic, since he joined the foxes, and there's a kid sitting on the bricks by the tower's door, maybe 9 or 10 years old with dirt on his face and a little mod on his hair and nothing else but a duffel bag and a guitar case.

he jumps up and approach the foxes when he sees kevin

he asks "hi. are you kevin?" he told kevin

everybody shot questioning looks at kevin, but he himself is way more surprised.

"I'm kevin, who are you?"

"my brother told me to come and find you. he left the house this morning and said if he wasn't back by night, i should come and find you to stay with you until he comes to pick me up."

well, wtf?

"kid, who are you, where are your parents?"

"how do you even know kevin?"

"i don't know kevin. my brother told me to come here and look for kevin day. he said you have a 2 on your face, that's how i guessed you might be kevin."

"who is your brother? and what about your parents?"

"what's your name baby?"

"what's with that guitar case."

"EVERYBODY STOP TALKING AT THE SAME TIME" dan kneels in front of the kid

"could you tell me your name, kid?"

"I'm oliver."

"ok. ok oliver, who is your brother"

"Neil."

dan looks at kevin

"kevin, do you know a Neil?"

"no. not that i could remember. what's your last name?"

"mine is davis."

"i don't know any Neil davis"

"no only I'm davis, he is josten."

"he has a different last name?"

"he is my not my real brother, can i stay here ot not? I'm tired and dirty."

"mouthy."

"he is right tho."

"where are your parents, oliver?"

"Neil's my only family."

"kevin?"

"of course he can stay Dan what the fuck? you don't even have to ask for kevin's opinion, he is a kid and he is alone. are you hungry kid?"

the kid stares at Nicky, then nods.

"ok let's go inside, someone calls wymack."

kevin is definitely fucking confused, so are eveybody else.

then while somebody is preparing food,(Nicky probably), the foxes kinda, Interrogate the mysterious kid.

"how did you find here?"

"Neil left the address"

"how did Neil knew kevin was here?"

"i don't know."

"had he said anything about kevin before?"

"no."

"kevin, any thoughts?"

"alcohol"

"no."

"ok, let's keep calm, where do you live?"

"Colombia"

"how did you get here from there?"

"taxi."

"ok, ok ok so, do you want to go back and get some of your stuff?"

" the house was set on fire, i was afraid and wanted to go back mid way, but when i went back, it was ruined, so i got another taxi and came here again."

"*gapes"

"what the fuck."

"what the fuck for real."

"you could stiw be at the house and it would be so bad!"

"shut up all of you, how old are you oliver?"

"ten."

"ok, ok so-"

"Dan you're panicing"

"no I'm not, ok so, so oliver, how does Neil look like? maybe if you tell us then kevin can recognize him"

"would you throw me out if kevin doesn't recognize him?"

"NOOO"

"absolutely not"

"it's not even kevin's decision"

"No ollie. is it ok of i call you ollie? could you tell us how Neil looks like?"

"brown eyes, brown hair, um, he is short, little taller than him" points at Andrew.

"kevin?"

"No"

so, they talk to the kid, get him clothes, feed him and he stays with the monsters till wymack gets there and suggest he stays with abby but oliver wants to stay with kevin, because well, Neil told him so.

a week passes. oliver finds out Andrew is so much like Neil. he looks scary and an asshole but he feels safe. so ollie just automatically keeps following him around. he throws random facts about Neil every now and then, and well, doesn't he seem fucking interesting?

when he accidentally touches Andrew and he lashes out, Allison tells him that Andrew is an Asshole in general and has problems. ollie says it's ok and it doesnt mean Andrew is an asshole, he says that Neil taught him that you shouldn't touch people without their permission and some people don't like to be touched, like Neil himself. he says that sometimes Neil doesn't let ollie hug him or put his head on his lap for a nap, but Neil told him that it doesn't have anything to do with the person and it doesn't mean he doesn't love him, it's like I'm scared of clowns, and if you invite one to your birthday, I'm not coming. it doesn't have anything to do with you.

when they ask how did he and Neil became brothers, he says that his parents found Neil injured and almost dying and took him in. the his parents die in an accident and Neil had been taking care of them both since, even tho he is just nineteen.

he tells Andrew he knows why he wears armbands because Neil wears them too.

he tells the foxes Neil is so smart and so stupid and the same time

he tells them once his uncle, who is an asshole, told him something bad and disgusting and when be told Neil about it, Neil said not to worry and their uncle never visited them again. he suspects Neil had done something probably.

he tells them he always starts fights.

he tells them Neil once patched himself up with dental floss and a niddle.

he says Neil loves his guitar and it's probably the only thing he likes, that's why he brought it with him.

he tells them stories about him and Neil. how Neil learned how to bake him cookies, the cool car toys he buys him, the bigges birthday cake he had for his nineth birthday, how he laughed for ten minutes when they called from school and said his teacher caught him cheating at math, how good Neil is at math, how he never saw him with a girl, how much he runs, when he taught him exy, when he dyed his hair orange once, how he picks him up om time everyday from school, the shark shaped sandwiches he makes him for school lunch, the spiderman backpack he bought him, when he sings and thinks no one is hearing.

one time when Andrew wakes up from a nightmare, he sees ollie waking up too. he tells him Neil has nightmares often amd he thinks ollie doesn't know, but he once stopped breathing and was shaking and ollie was scared and went to help him, and from that time he always woke up when Neil had a nightmare to make sure he doesn't feel bad like that again( he meant panic attack but he is just 10)

ollie stays there for almost 3 weeks, he stays with abby after a while cause you can't just let a kid live in a dorm, but Andrew and kevin both stayed with him at abby's, and all the other foxes would always visit. they would take him to practice, let him play exy and teach him.

olli was a great kid. smart, polite, nice and kind.

abby would hug him whenever he missed Neil and started crying. Matt and Nicky would take him shopping and buy him toys. he would play toy cars with Rene and Dan and practice exy with kevin. Seth and Allison would take him to zoo and even Aaron had a soft spot for the kid.

And Andrew, well, was his safe place. he would go to him when he had a nightmare, would ask him stupid questions, would hide behind him when he saw something he was scared of, would ask him if he could put his head on his lap and would cry with his head on his shoulder and tell him how worried he is cause Neil hasn't come to get him yet.

when the foxes ask what if Neil doesn't come for him, he just says he knows he will, Neil never breaks his promise.

so, almost a month and the foxes love ollie.

one day after the practice, when they are all at the locker room and ollie is putting away his own special gears, Seth starts messing with him jokingly (like he does all the time) and pulls his shirt, but he accidentally pulls too hard and ollie trips and falls down with a small shout.

well guess what? that exact moment a bloody dude(literally, bleeding from everywhere) shows up out of nowhere growling" don't fucking touch him"

well, yes,it's Neil ofc.

and everybody are like :O

and the dude can barely stand but he attacks Seth but before he can beat the shit out of him ollie appears in front of him and stops him

and in a second Neil pulls ollie behind him to protect him and stands defensive and ready to kill. Andrew takes out his knives

Neil then lands eyses on kevin, and well, he asked ONE THING FROM KEVIN AND HE LEY THESE PEOPLE HURT OLLIE???

then goes to launch himself at kevin with a "i fucking trusted your coward ass you fucking-"

but then ollie starts crying and pulls his shirt (which was ripped literally) and asks him to stop and swears this people didn't hurt him and took care of him.

then Neil says ok and hugs ollie, then turns to kevin and tells him they are even. kevin standing there looking like he was a ghost.( he was actually) then Neil tells ollie they're leaving but ollie cries harder and says Neil is hurt and Abby is a nurse and can help him. Neil pulls on a BAMF when other foxes say the same and says this is literally nothing and he is completely well, but ollie cries even harder and he can't say no to ollie so he just says ok and then after his first step, he falls to his knees and literally collapses (everybody are lol he really is as stubborn and asshole as ollie said).

then Neil wakes up at abby's, then has a talk with kevin and kevin be like wtf u were dead.

and he is like yeah no jean is also alive.

and foxes all standing around his bed and staring at him cause wtf this is really The Neil.

also Neil is so bad ass btw.

then he has a talk with ollie.

he probably disappeared cause his father found out he was still alive. he came back for ollie anyway.

then we have the Andreil tension start.

then wymack offers him a place on the team and be declines cause well, he is supposed to be dead. Neil doesn't really like exy that much here, his new coping mech is music. he stays for a week at Abby's to recover, panicks over how many days ollie lost of school. kevin asks how he knew he was here and he says he had bought a home near here for a reason. ollie is smart and knows Neil likes to actually go to collage but won't for ollie's sake. he suggests to go live with his aunt. then we have some arguments here. and then i don't really know actually. ollie would probably go live with his aunt wich is a good woman and then just Romance probably

bye

#all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #the foxes #the foxhole court #aftg fanfic #kevin day #the sunshine court

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synnamonroll666 · 1 year ago

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Gladly Devoured

Prompt 10: Predator/Prey Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Syzoth walks in on you when you are getting changed for bed. He was never the type to do something so bold and forward, so you were quite shocked by this sudden change in in his demeanor. But little due you know, it's mating season, and Syzoth intends on making you pleasurably aware... Warnings: Humiliation, NonCon In The Beginning (Syzoth Walks In On You Naked, You Are Embarrassed At First. 😅), BlowJob (Female Receiving), P In V, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Syzoth's In Heat... Word Count: 1.7k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot.

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I laid out my nightgown on my bed, preparing to put it on so I could go straight to sleep afterwards. I was pretty exhausted from a long day of work, and the heat did not help one bit. That was a part of the reason why I was almost hesitant to put on the gown before me. I was already naked, and it did make quite a difference to my body's temperature; I didn't want to change that in any way.

I stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do. Then a sudden, uneasy feeling fell over me—a feeling that something unexpected was about to happen. And that's when Syzoth busted into my room unannounced, throwing open my door without a single knock ahead of time.

"Syzoth!" I cried as I quickly grabbed my nightgown and covered my body with it. "Have you ever heard of knocking?!"

Syzoth was a polite man, making this very out of character for him. I expected him to quickly avert his eyes away from me and stammer out several apologies as he stumbled backwards out of my room. Even though accidents can happen, I still expected some kind of guilt for his sudden boldness. But instead, I got the exact opposite.

Syzoth's eyes grew wide as his eyes slowly roamed down my form, along with his pupils dilating more by the second. I swallowed thickly as he stared at me intensely, and I began to realize that this was way more than a "deer caught in headlights" situation. Hell, if it were, he most likely would have disappeared by now.

His eyes were stuck on me like magnates, making me feel smaller and smaller by the second. Then his chest began to raise and fall quicker and quicker with each breath he took, and his skin became flushed quite deeply than it normally would when he was embarrassed.

"Y-You look so—so good!" His voice came out like an inhuman hiss as he slowly began to approach me.

With each step forward he took, I took one step backwards. That is, until my back hit the wall, trapping me from any escape. His hands slammed on either side of me on the wall—caging me between them—and his face drew near my own as his eyes roamed over my features. I tried to wiggle free, but his body pressed against mine roughly, pinning me in place as he drank me in. And when he did so, I felt it—the erection growing within his pants.

"I could smell you all the way down the hall. I just had to see if you looked as appealing as your scent was. And I was right!" He hissed deeply, and I visibly shuddered as a chill went down my spine.

He then backed away, and for a moment, I thought I was free to leave. But a part of me didn't want to—a part of me wanted him to continue on and make me feel things I had been craving for so long. So instead of leaving, I walked over to my bed and calmly laid down, spreading my legs wide as I did so.

His eyes broadened with desire as they studied my form. I felt so exposed—so embarrassed being spread out for him like this—but it did so well to ignite the heat within me, striking up a small fire that was just waiting to grow into the explosion it was meant to be. When his tongue darted out to swipe over his lower lip slowly, I knew I was done for.

He jumped on top of me as he let out a feral growl, and my lips parted with a gasp. He held me down firmly, his nose dragging along that spot right under my jawline as he inhaled deeply to take in my scent.

"Smells so perfect!" He snarled lowly before slowly dragging his tongue along my throat. "Tastes so perfect too! The perfect meal for me!"

I glanced up at him shyly to see him staring down at me with intense eyes as he firmly clenched his teeth. For a moment, I expected him to bite me. Luckily, he didn't though. Instead, he slowly crawled down my figure until his face was right in a more forbidden area. And it was then that I knew I was fucked.

He lowered his head and buried his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply to take in my scent. Right after, he quickly began licking and suckling my throbbing mound, earning a loud moan to escape me as he devoured me like a starving animal. His fingers dug deeply into my thighs, causing my blood to well up below his nails as they cut into my flesh. But I didn't mind at all—I was too focused on the pleasure of his forked tongue working away at me.

I reached both hands down and buried them within his soft locks, pulling at the roots as I buckled my hips into his face. He responded with a feral growl, sending the vibrations of his voice through my mound and straight to my core.

I cried out and writhed beneath him as forbidden arousal built up within, clouding my mind from comprehending anything but the pleasure I was being given. It felt too good—too good to care about morals and just let my gaurd down for once; it was exactly what I needed.

Soon, I was screaming out as my climax hit me fast. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I experienced a high like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like I had died and descended to heaven—I could see the light flourishing before me.

After coming off my high, my chest rose and fell quickly as I attempted to catch my breath and gather myself. I let out a breathy laugh, astonished by how the night had turned from so calm to so wild so fast.

"That was wonderful." I breathed while slowly and gently running my fingers through Syzoth's soft hair. In some ways, it was less for him and more a way for me to calm myself.

Then he pulled away from me, a trail of my slick mixed with his spit still connecting me to his lips until the line finally broke when he was far away enough for it to do so. Merely seconds later, he began slowly crawling up my body, licking his lips as he did so. And as I began to finally come out of my post-orgasmic daze, I saw the predator look in his eyes.

He leaned down until his hot breath fanned my ear and he let out a scoff. I swallowed as I realized that I was a fool to think I was getting off easy, and upon realizing that, Syzoth made his intentions painfully clear.

"Oh, you think we are done?" He let out an almost mocking laugh, and my eyes widened at his words. "Sweetie, we are nowhere near done here!"

After those words were spoken, I screamed out as I felt something long and thick pry my walls open. I must have been too distracted by his teasing words to realize that he had his member out and ready for entry. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as he shoved it deeply into my hole, each hard inch stretching me out wide until his tip was bruising my cervix.

My body began to tremble violently as I clenched around his girth, adjusting to his size as quickly as I could. But I barely had time to do so, as he was quick to withdraw himself from my core before shoving himself back in. Within seconds, he was repeating his sloppy pattern at a pace that seemed impossible.

With each jerk of his hips—each reentry—I was pushed closer and closer to the edge, destined to fall over once again. Without even realizing it, I began writhing against his touch, since the pleasure was growing far too intense for me to handle a second time.

Syzoth flashed me a wicked grin—like a big bad wolf would to his prey—and his hands slid from my now-ripped bedsheets to firmly hold me down against the mattress below me. His voice came out deep and course—like a feral growl to symbolize his hunger for me—as he rutted deeper and deeper into my core.

Then—with a loud roar like the beast he is—Syzoth released his seed within me. The pressure of hot, thick ropes of his cum spilling into my sweet spot and filling me to the brim was more than enough to shove me spiraling over the edge. I screamed and cried out as I came undone beneath him, squirming and shaking as much as I could with him still pinning me firmly.

I was surprised when Syzoth lowered his head to my collarbone to sink his teeth into my flushed flesh. The sting of his sharp canines cutting into my skin only added to the ecstasy clouding my mind, causing tears to spill from my broadening eyes.

I came to when Syzoth collapsed on top of me—the Zaterran was too weak to support his own weight. Instinctively, my hands found purchase on his head, fingers burying within his dark locks, and my nails raking gently over his scalp with each slow stroke. My actions earned a soft grumble to emit from his chest as his arms snaked around me to pull me closer.

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply to take in my scent as he relished basking in my post-coitus heat. Then he lowered his head to press a few soft kisses on my collarbone before darting his forked tongue out to gently lick the blood off of the fresh wounds he had caused.

I sighed deeply as the warmth of his tongue soothed the stinging pain of the bite, and my eyes fluttered shut as I melted into a moment of pure relaxation. I felt so calm and at peace.

After licking me clean of my blood, Syzoth returned his face to the crook of my neck. Nuzzling against my sweat-soaked flesh, he released a pleased sigh. In that very moment, I heard him whisper so quickly that it was almost inaudible—words that would stay engraved within my mind forever—words that I would look back on several times throughout the years to yearn for the excitement and pleasure that I had once felt:

"My sweet, beautiful prey—how I've enjoyed devouring you."

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lovelyatomicpeace · 3 months ago

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List of prompt:

1. "I can't do it without you."

2. "Why did you lie to me?"

3. "I need to talk to you."

4. "It's not what it seems."

5. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

6. "That place is dangerous."

7. "I miss you, you know?"

8. "Promise you'll come back."

9. "I thought you were different."

10. "It was a mistake, I know."

11. "We are stronger together."

12. "I can't let you go."

13. "Please be careful."

14. "I've missed you."

15. "Can I help you with something?"

16. "What would you do in my place?"

17. "Life is short, live it."

18. "We are destined to be together."

19. "There is something you need to know."

20. "I wish you were here with me."

21. "The truth may hurt, but it is necessary."

22. "Don't let the past define you."

23. "I trust you this time."

24. "When will I see you again?"

25. "I have a plan, listen to me."

26. "I cannot imagine my life without you."

27. "Please listen to me."

28. "I will always respect you."

29. "Maybe one day you will understand that."

30. "I wish it was always so."

31. "You can count on me."

32. "I love you, you know."

33. "I don't want everything to end like this."

34. "I hope you will forgive me."

35. "I'm here to stay."

36. "There are things you can't understand."

37. "I don't need an apology, just the truth."

38. "The fear of losing him was greater than the joy of becoming a mother."

39. "The positive test had changed her life in an instant."

40. "She was not ready for this responsibility, but fate had other plans."

41. "How would he react? This question haunted her every night."

42. "The fear of telling him was paralyzing, but she knew she could not wait any longer."

43. "Every smile she gave him hid a world of worry."

44. "She couldn't stand his arrogance, but she couldn't help thinking about him."

45. "Every clash between them was a spark that ignited something more."

46. "The hatred she felt for him was slowly turning into something different."

47. "Each squabble was a step toward a deeper feeling."

48. "She could not believe that her heart beat faster every time she saw him."

49. "Hatred was just a mask to hide the real feelings."

50. "Every time they fought, he felt his heart beat faster."

51. "Every sharp word hid an unmentionable desire."

52. "She could no longer deny the attraction she felt for him."

53. "She never thought she could love someone she detested so much."

54. "Every night, the nightmares came back to haunt her."

55. "The darkness brought with it her worst fears."

56. "She could not escape the nightmares that haunted her."

57. "Every dream turned into an endless nightmare."

58. "Fear kept her awake, fearing the next nightmare."

59. "She hid her feelings behind a smile."

60. "The love she felt for him was a secret she could not reveal."

61. "Every unspoken word was a burden on her heart."

62. "She could not confess her love, for fear of losing him."

63. "Every glance was a reminder of his unmentionable love."

64. "Every day she struggled with the desire to tell him the truth."

65. "She could not reveal her feelings, for fear of ruining everything."

66. "Don't you understand how much you make me suffer?"

67. "I love you, even though you drive me crazy!"

68. "Why can't you see how much I care for you?"

69. "Why can't you see how much you mean to me?"

70. "Why can't you see how much you hurt me?"

71. "Why didn't you choose me?"

72. "Every time I see him with someone else, my heart breaks."

73. "Can't you see how much you hurt me?"

74. "It hurts me to see you with someone else."

75. "Why am I never enough for you?"

76. "Why can't you understand how much I love you?"

77. "I can't believe you chose her instead of me."

78. "Her hands were delicate, as if she was afraid of breaking me."

79. "Our hearts beat in unison in the rain."

80. "Her gaze was full of sweetness and desire."

81. "We approached each other slowly, as if time had stopped."

82. "His lips were soft and warm against mine."

83. "Each caress was a whisper of love."

84. "The world around us disappeared, it was just the two of us."

85. "His embrace was my safe haven."

86. "Her breath was a sweet song in my ears."

87. "Her smile was all I needed."

88. "I can't find peace with them."

89. "Why do they never understand me?"

90. "Their words hurt me deeply."

91. "Through the window of his car, he saw her sitting alone and offered her an alternative evening"

92. "She did not have a date, but he kept her company in the parking lot, under the full moon"

93. "While everyone was dancing, he found her alone and asked her to spend the evening together, away from the crowd"

94. "I can't go on with this marriage. I need a way out."

95. "I'm not ready for this life. Take me away from here, please."

96. "I can't marry him. Help me find another way."

97. "I need to get away from all this. Can you help me?"

98. "I can't do that. I need someone to take me far away."

99. "I can't continue with this marriage. Take me away, please."

100. "I can't marry him. I need to escape, and you are the only one who can help me."

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biffhofosho · 2 years ago

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Prisoner to Temptation | Chapter Three

Word Count: 11.6k

A/N: Ugh, you guys, I’m in love. Does it show?

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Laughter boomed through the royal family’s wing of the palace as the two sisters chased after one another without the slightest respect for adulthood or decorum.

“One more round!” Saran begged.

“You little fox, aren't you tired yet?” asked the crown princess.

“Never!”

“Then could you please take pity on your poor old spinster sister?”

Saran rolled her eyes. “A spinster you are not, but old is a different story.”

“Brat,” Naran said and stuck her tongue out. “Fine. One more round so that I can have the pleasure of crushing you again.”

Saran giggled and took off in an instant, her slippered feet padding across the stone floors as she disappeared from view. Naran waited for a moment before she bellowed, “You're mine now!”

But her sister had hidden much better this time—or maybe it was just that the crown princess really was getting tired. The stress of her impending upheaval had seen Naran spending every waking second of these last two weeks exploring every last corner of her home that she could before she left it. With that, she had also spent more time with her sister than she might have in her whole life, which had depressed her more than it should have. She felt like a failure of a sister, that it took abandoning Saran to remind her just how important the girl was to her.

“Damn you, Sarangerel! Where are you cowering?” Naran grumbled as she prowled down yet another empty corridor.

“Hello, my lady,” came the deep timbre of a voice that was growing all too familiar already.

Naran whirled around, red-faced and furrow-browed to find Prince Hyungwon standing behind her in the hallway with a curious smile on his face. She bowed quickly and said, “I'm sorry, your highness. Did we disturb you?”

“Not at all. I came to see if I could help.”

The princess blinked. “Help?”

“You're playing hide and seek, are you not?”

Surprised, and more than a little embarrassed, all the princess could do was nod.

“I used to be quite good at this,” the prince added. “Of course, I was usually hiding from my tutors, and they did not know they were playing a game to begin with.”

“You must think us very childish, two grown ladies of Court.”

He shook his head. “Anything but. I’d rather be doing this any day then what I must do.”

“Very well, if you insist, I will bring you down to my level, my lord, but know that I am only seconds away from finding—” Naran cupped her hands around her lips and shouted, “—that mischievous imp!”

Hyungwon chuckled and joined her side, and together, the couple searched what was left of the wing until they reached the crown princess’s bedchamber. The prince followed Naran in but stopped just over the threshold.

“Ah—oh… Is it okay that I’m in here?” he wondered.

The princess laughed thinly. “That’s a rather funny thing for a fiancé to say.”

“I suppose I’m a bit conservative,” he admitted.

“I’ve heard many things about you, my lord. Conservative is not one of them.”

His face flushed a little as he amended, “Perhaps just conservative about some things then.”

Naran scoffed and then started her search in the back corner. “If you’re ‘too conservative’ to help, the least you can do is guard the door so that little fox doesn’t scamper out when my back’s turned.”

Hyungwon agreed, and, as he blocked the doorway, he observed the princess. While her room was neither overly large nor ornately furnished, it was cozy with lots of piles and nooks and furniture in which a slight girl like her sister could hunker down. Naran rifled through piles of furs and behind tapestries, all the while singing Moghul children’s songs in hopes she might flush out Saran.

“You're so different here, my lady,” said the prince with a gentle grin. “So lively and bright.”

“I'm home,” Naran said simply. His grin fell away with her implication that he might not see this side of her again, and, for some reason, she took a little pity on him and folded him into her teasing. “If it’s not too much trouble for Saran’s conservative brother, could you check the wardrobe there? Don’t worry, my good sir, you won’t have to step but even two paces into my room.”

Hyungwon nodded reluctantly as the princess stooped to check the hidey-hole under her dresser Saran used to hide in when she was younger.

“Oh… ah!” came a quickly-tempered yelp before the prince snapped the wardrobe closed again and turned around, shaking his head. “It’s empty.”

Naran scowled. “Tiny devil, where are you hiding?”

“Perhaps we could search another wing?”

At the high pitch lifting the end of his question, the princess turned her full attention to her fiancé. With her hands on her hips and her narrow eyes assessing his shifty height from head to toe, Naran said, “Are you standing in honey, your grace?”

Hyungwon looked to his feet. “N-no?”

“You have not moved from your spot since we entered, yet now you block my wardrobe.”

“I do not feel comfortable searching your room, as I said, let alone your clothing,” he offered.

It might have been believable if he weren’t scratching his neck and zig-zagging his eyes about the room. Naran took a step closer and he stiffened. His back grew even broader and the tendons in his neck tightened with his jaw. They were toe to toe when the prince fumbled behind him for the door handle and yanked it up.

With a playful bellow, Hyungwon shouted, “Run!”

Saran’s wiry form darted out from the shadows with the speed and agility of a bat while her giggles rang in the rafters.

“Traitor!” Naran wailed as she took off after her sister, their squealing reverberating back down the hallway where they’d left the prince aghast but smiling.

They wheeled around a corner, entering the second half of the royal family’s wing on their way toward their parents’ rooms. If Saran beat her to their mother’s bed, victory was hers.

Saran was faster, but Naran was taller, and she was gaining. Worse yet for the little princess, the runners in the hall had just been cleaned ahead of Goryeo’s arrival, and the corners on the rugs were still curled up from their beating. Saran’s toe caught, and she lost her balance.

“I’ve got you now,” proclaimed the crown princess a mere beat before Saran tumbled into someone’s torso.

The princesses waited, breathless and sweaty, as a middle-aged woman with a face forever scored by many smiles and just as many worried brows chose a glower to deepen the latter set of wrinkles.

“You’re still playing these games, Your Highnesses?” she admonished. “Honestly, Princess Narangerel, what would the Prince say if he could see you act in such a—”

“Sister, did you win?” came the shout just as Prince Hyungwon skidded around the corner, too. He was even more breathless and just as sweaty as the princesses and, when he saw their stern company, far more mortified. He bowed shockingly deeply as he bumbled out, “My apologies, Magda.”

The woman did her best to bow even deeper, though her joints clicked loudly and Saran giggled. When Magda stood back up, she apologized to the prince before shooting the full might of her glare at the young princess. Magda’s round face had begun to sag a little at the jowls, and the years in the fierce steppe sunshine had colored her a warm toffee tan, which only made her glower that much more intimidating.

“Not at all, Your Highness. I was just sent for you as it were. Princess Sarangerel, why don’t you take Prince Hyungwon to the dining room? Cook has prepared lunch, and I’m sure the Prince’s family is looking for him.”

The young princess bowed to Magda and then sneered at Naran, which her sister returned.

“I got you,” the crown princess sing-songed cockily as Saran slinked away with a swish of her deel.

“I tried,” the prince whispered, and Saran rubbed his arm.

“Best brother ever,” she assured. “And I almost won for a change. It’s all for the best. I’m starving anyway, come on.”

Saran and Hyungwon disappeared, leaving Naran with her executioner. The silence and the hollowness loomed.

“You both are far too old for childhood games,” the attendant observed with a huff.

“Oh, let us play, Magda. Everything ends soon enough.”

The older woman let out a slow breath. “Very well. After all, tomorrow will be here before you know it.”

“What!”

Naran’s outrage shook the corridor but not nearly so hard as it shook her. Her hands trembled. Her lip quivered. Her eyes leaked.

Magda took the princess’s hands quickly and squeezed with all her might. “Don’t cry, my dear lady! Once I saw the Prince here, I assumed you had heard. The news just came down from the Emperor. He would like to leave at first light for Goryeo.”

Naran wrenched her hands free and slumped against the wall until she was in a crouch at the corner of the floor. Terror embossed every bit of her face.

“Magda, I can’t.”

“You can and you will, but you shall not do it alone,” the older woman promised. She cupped the princess’s cheek with her calloused hand and smiled reassuringly. “I shall be with you, remember?”

Still, Naran’s head slumped. “I thought I had more time…”

“My Lady, it’s been two weeks here.”

“Seems like a day.”

Magda nodded. “I understand, truly, but very soon, you will have all new adventures to look forward to.”

“I don’t want them,” the princess said bitterly.

“You say that now, but were you not just smiling in the presence of the Prince? It looked to me as though you were having fun.”

“I was having fun with my sister, not my jailer.”

A fresh cross look pasted itself on Magda’s face. “My Lady, there’s no need to be so dramatic. I have watched the Prince with eagle eyes all week and have found nothing to label him as anything other than the picture of a gentleman.”

“Yes, well, you weren’t there for his ‘proposal.’ I had very little say in the matter,” grumbled Naran.

“You couldn’t have said no?” Magda probed. “You said no to Prince Grigoriy against your grandfather’s wishes.”

“That was different. He wasn’t set to invade Moghulikhan. So, I mean, I could have said no, but you know very well I couldn’t have. I couldn’t have.”

The attendant watched her princess carefully. “And what if one of the other royals, say, one far less agreeable, had proposed the same way? Would you have said yes to him?”

“I mean—” Naran suspected there was an underlying point to Magda’s question, and she didn’t appreciate it. She pulled up as tall as she could so she could glare down her nose at her old friend with as much confidence as she could feign and answered, “I should think I would have had to.”

Magda bowed lightly, and when she came back up, her lips were pursed. “As her Ladyship says. Either way, you know I shall always be by your side.”

The woman gestured back down the hall from whence the princess had just come, and Naran trudged alongside her, all the levity of five minutes ago having been sucked out of the room as if by a vortex.

“We are going into the serpents’ den, Magda,” lamented the princess. “I will need you to befriend everyone you can there and keep me apprised of anything you might hear.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“It shouldn’t be hard for you. Everyone respects you,” Naran added, but the lines in Magda’s face looked much deeper today, perhaps from all the scowling. “I’m sorry I’m asking you to leave the only place you’ve ever known for the unknown. It’s rather selfish of me, isn’t it? Perhaps I’m not better than the prince…”

“Not at all, My Lady. I would never let you go without me, even if I should have had to stowaway under the carriage.”

Naran smiled as much on her lips as in her heart. Soon enough though, the whimsical image of her long-time compatriot hanging between wagon wheels faded for a nebulous horizon. The princess sighed. “It shall be so hard to leave our homeland.”

There was the brush of weathered fingers along the princess’s own before they vanished. “The only thing harder would be to leave you, Your Highness.”

Naran sniffed and wiped the corner of her eye as she griped, “Flatterer.”

“Besides, who would I have to chastise with you gone? Princess Sarangerel is an agreeable angel without your influence.”

“I take that back,” the princess laughed. “You’re a traitor, too. Where are we going anyway? This is the longest way to the dining hall.”

“Queen Jigme wishes to speak with you.”

Naran tipped her head back to let out a full groan. “Of course. Wolves always come during rain.”

“Oh, stop. Her way may not be your way, but in the King’s illness, Queen Jigme has ruled with fairness and quick decision—”

“Emphasis on the ‘quick’.”

Magda tutted. “I look forward to your reign then, young princess. Let us see how you lead.”

With dread, Naran thought.

Together, the pair returned to the crown princess’s room where her mother coordinated with three servants in a symphony of organized chaos. Despite all the moving bodies in the small space, her room felt as empty as the steppe sky.

Naran’s eyes went wide. “What’s going on in here?”

“What do you mean, dearest?” said the queen. “We’re packing for your new home.”

“I’ve been out of this room for not even ten minutes, and it’s barren!”

“My sun, we are Moghul after all. No one knows how to pack quickly better than we do.”

It was a fair point, and yet, Naran couldn’t believe the speed with which her life was being dismantled.

“I could have packed myself. It’s not like I'll be sleeping tonight anyway...” she argued.

“If I left it to you, Naran, nothing would be packed until you’d held up the train for at least five hours—or five days.”

The princess huffed. “And what of your things?”

“Please,” scoffed the queen. “I packed months’ worth of provisions as soon as we returned to Urga.”

Of course she had. Naran felt like her legs were going to give way underneath her, but beside her, Magda steadied her with a hand on her forearm.

“You’re so eager to get rid of me…” said the princess softly.

At this, the queen dropped the hard-hearted overseer act and crossed the threshold to take her daughter by the hand. “My sun, nothing could be further from the truth. I have many faults, but you can never say that I do not love you with my whole heart. Would that I could keep you by my side forever, but this is as the Fates have decided it. Who am I to refute that?”

“Mother, it isn’t fate but a barter. Is it fate when Cook gets a sack of rice in exchange for a haunch of mutton?”

The queen gathered her daughter’s cheeks in her hands and smiled softly at her. “One day you will understand because one day you will have to part with your children, too. There is nothing in this lifetime that is harder. Maybe this experience will prepare you for that one, so that you can bear having your heart ripped out of your chest.”

Naran watched the water tremble at her mother’s lash line, and the two women wrapped each other in a rare hug.

“It will be all right,” Jigme assured as she stroked the back of her daughter’s head.

“I’m not ready to part with you!” the princess said through sniffles.

“I shall never be ready either, which is exactly why we must endure. Life changes, and we must change with it. Sometimes it is painful, and sometimes it is beautiful. Today, it is both.”

“Why did you have to raise me to be so independent?” Naran lamented.

“If we had not, you would not be equal to the task ahead of you.”

“And yet now I know everything I will never have again.”

At this, Jigme released her daughter but held her shoulders as she met her eyes. “How do you know that you will not? The prince has made you a promise, hasn’t he? You will be safe, we will be safe, and you can still have some measure of freedom as you’ve had here. Has he given you reason to doubt him?”

Naran rolled her eyes. “He coerced my acceptance of his proposal!”

“As did I,” the queen admitted, “but that doesn't mean that all is lost. Contrary to what you believe, you hold power here, Naran. Women do not have to wield iron to be the strongest in the room. Remember what I told you at the ball: be the right hands. Do not force but guide. There is goodness in your prince. He will follow you.”

The princess mopped her wet cheeks with the back of her hands. “I think you overestimate him, Mother.”

“And I think you are going to great lengths to avoid thinking about him at all.”

“So?”

The queen stared down at her daughter, not glowering or reprimanding but perceiving in a way that made Naran deeply uncomfortable. “You know, despite my many years of trying to teach you the Moghul way of speaking softly, I heard you carrying on like a banshee just a bit ago. It sounded as though you were having quite a bit of fun.”

“Oh, not you, too, Mother! For pity’s sake, I didn’t invite the prince to join Saran and me—he, like usual, invited himself. And, of course, Saran indulges him terribly. If she were just a few years older, you could have married her off happily to Prince Hyungwon without the need to hypnotize me into believing him a worthy partner.”

“Naran?”

“Yes, Mother?”

“Hush.”

The princess wrinkled her nose and collapsed onto her mattress as the last of her wardrobe was stowed in a trunk and carted out with damn near everything else in the room that made it personal, leaving just her mother and Magda, who still lingered in the threshold.

After a moment, Jigme joined her daughter on the bed and patted the top of her thigh. “I do at least have a bit of good news for you, my sun. In addition to our finest gers, I am gifting you our fastest carriage for your ride to Goryeo, so you will not need to ride with the emperor and empress. It is such a long journey, and I know even I would not be able to share a carriage with my in-laws for so many weeks. After all,” she said with a smile, “we want to ensure they see you in a good light.”

Having a carriage of her own was certainly a relief, especially after the ride from Sygnak, so Naran smiled and thanked her mother sincerely.

“And,” continued the queen, “do not trouble yourself, my love. We will be at your wedding to support you.”

At this, Naran sat up at lightning speed. “You will?”

“Yes, all of us, even your father. We would not miss it.”

“But his health—” the princess objected.

“It’s precarious, which is why we have no plans to hold back the caravan with our slow travels. We shall follow behind in a few days,” the queen promised with a kiss to her daughter's cheek.

“Wait. You’re not leaving with us then?”

“We cannot afford to hold you back from wedding planning.”

Naran’s eyes narrowed and her voice dropped perilously low. “With whom, exactly, am I intended to share this carriage then?”

Jigme glowered at her daughter, her answer crystal clear.

“Aren't you worried about us being unchaperoned?”

“Your fair prince could always choose to ride with his parents, but I get a feeling with such beauty to entertain on the long trip, he may elect to ride elsewhere. And anyway, my darling, on that front, I will never have to worry about you, but rest assured that you will, of course, have Magda for company.”

At least then Naran could take comfort in outnumbering her fiancé while also having someone with whom she actually wanted to speak.

Her relief was short-lived, however, when she remembered a loose end she’d been intending to put off until the very last moment, and now that moment was upon her. With a heavy sigh and a heavier heart, Naran stared through the wall toward the looming mountains.

“I will need to set Altantsetseg free…” she said and swallowed hard to keep her voice from breaking.

The queen nodded, squeezing her daughter’s knee this time. “You should do it as soon as possible then, my love. Would you like someone to ride with you?”

Naran shook her head. “This I must do alone.”

“You don’t have much time before sunset.”

The princess rose on shaky legs and agreed numbly as she left the room and headed for the falconry. It would have been much better to have an entire day for the trip like Naran had planned, but she had put it off in the vain hope that this whole sordid ordeal would somehow come undone to her favor. Now, the ceremony would be short and her grief would be all too fresh.

Altantsetseg waited blindfolded on his roost, but the eagle seemed to sense her the moment she entered the room. Over the last couple weeks, the princess had ridden out with her bird nearly every day, even the same day she’d found out from the falconer Hyungwon had been by to meet her eagle after all. Still, it seemed that everything was happening all too quickly—or perhaps it was just that it was quick to her.

Naran saddled up her favorite horse and prepped Altantsetseg to ride, not that the eagle needed much preparation after all their years together. The pair took off for a piney crown of the farthest of the mountains surrounding Urga. It wasn’t as far as Naran would like, but that was her punishment for procrastination, so her hope was that it was far enough to dissuade the bird from returning to the palace. Her eagle perched on the leather cuff on her arm, beak high and feathers ruffling as it anticipated taking to the sky, only this time it would not have to return to Naran.

The air was fresh and the sun was fierce, and riding up the grassy slope had never felt so good. For a moment, it felt like if she just kept riding, she could ride right into the sky. But eventually, a perfect outcropping appeared, and Naran guided her horse to it. The click-clack of hooves on stone thundered in the silent pine canopy, and Altantsetseg hopped eagerly on her arm.

The princess spared several minutes to stroke her eagle’s crown and delight in the gloss of its feathers beneath her fingertips. She cooed to the bird, words of admiration and praise, a torrent of all the love she harbored for a creature who meant more to her than all her royal trappings. She took off the leather cap over the eagle’s eyes, and Altantsetseg came alive at once.

One of its great amber eyes mapped Naran’s face. It was always alert and eager, so maybe the princess was projecting, but she swore she saw understanding in its gaze. The great bird of prey was ready.

Naran untethered the ties around its legs, and with the last of its anchors undone, the princess raised her arm sharply and let the eagle soar. Altantsetseg flung her great wings wide to catch the wind and took off without a look back. The princess did not call her back nor did she linger for so much as a second longer—she couldn’t risk it for her feathered friend nor her own heart.

Instead, she drove her horse at full-speed back down the mountain and toward the palace without stopping. Tears sprung to her eyes only to be cast into the cheek-reddening wind. Naran did not look back.

At the palace, she passed on the dinner that the cook had reserved for her as well as the sympathy everyone, even Saran, tried to heap on her and headed straight for her barren room, where she closed the door and cried until morning.

The next thing Naran knew, she was on the road bound for Goryeo. She didn’t remember saying goodbye to her family. She didn’t remember leaving the palace. She didn’t remember the first two days of travel. Though she shared her carriage with the prince as well as Magda, they had both left her to her grief. If Naran had spoken at all for those two days, she had no memory of it. Dinners with the in-laws must have been bleak affairs—no doubt that moniker of “taciturn and surly” had been cemented for good.

It was on the third day, as the mountains humbled and lost their sparse tree hoods in favor of seamless grass caps, that the princess awakened abruptly. The cabin was silent per usual, when she blurted, “Why couldn’t we have gotten married in Moghulikhan first? We were always going to end up in Goryeo.”

The carriage shook as both the prince and the attendant startled, too. After the shock of her voice had passed, Hyungwon, to his credit, commiserated. “The thought had crossed my mind as it only seemed fair, but when I asked my father if we could hold a ceremony here, he was adamant we are to be married on Goryeon land.”

“Oh,” said the princess, just as shocked, “you already asked him?”

“Mm. The first week we were in Urga, but unfortunately, I was shot down immediately.”

Naran fell sullen again. She should have been appreciative of the consideration, but with the passing of grief came more resentment. Her keen hunter eyes fell to a herd of gazelle far in the distance, and she thought of her eagle and how, together, they would have pursued it. With a low grumble, she said, “Terrific. Here I am, giving up everything. I don’t see why I can’t get the smallest something out of it.”

But it was far too quiet in the cabin for her complaint to go unnoticed, and Hyungwon prickled at once since the first conversation he had in days was soaked in disdain. “You’re getting the safety of your homeland out of it, Princess, or is that nothing to you?”

Magda tensed, her eyes already on the incoming storm cloud gathering beside her on the velvet seat.

“How long do you plan to lord that over my head?” snapped Naran.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do.”

“So I am to be grateful that I had the chance to sell my soul for Moghulikhan’s sovereignty? Why, thank you, Prince Hyungwon. How magnanimous of you.”

He tipped back his head and let out a groan. “If you’d prefer to resume silence for the rest of this ride, you know, that would suit me just as well.”

“Silence it is then,” Naran agreed.

Magda looked wide-eyed to her lady, but Naran dismissed her friend’s motherly warning with a firm shake of her head and turned to stare angrily out the window.

For a while, it worked. The princess was happy to wallow, and the prince was happy to brood. They were so busy being furious with one another, that the time passed quickly, yet, together, their angst converged in the carriage, and before long, a typhoon of emotion had balled up between them, leaving poor Magda as fodder for the storm.

Naran relived their argument over and over in her mind, adding quips and retorts she’d wished she’d thought of at the time just to watch the man squirm. The more she thought about it, the more she hoped he’d dare to open his mouth just so she could get another chance. Once, Hyungwon had cleared his throat, and in anticipation of a new battle, her head snapped around so fast, she pulled a muscle. In the end, the prince didn’t say anything, and the pain in her neck made it harder for her to focus on her anger.

Meanwhile, the views outside the carriage had grown monotonous. The grasslands seemed stationary though the caravan continued to trundle along. The mountains had whittled down to hills now, all exactly the same as one another. There were no rivers or trees or even bushes, but an ocean of sage green without end. It was as though the world beyond had stopped, and the only reality left was the stuffy, awkward one in the cabin.

With that thought came the creeping reminder of the pair of opposing knees mere inches from hers. Naran wasn’t sure why she was so keenly aware of it now as it had been days of exactly the same, but as the roads had segued into nothing but shallow wagon tracks, the ride grew bumpier, and occasionally, their knees touched, which always sent both of them bolting to opposing sides of the carriage. And yet, somehow, it kept happening to the princess alone and not her attendant. His accursed legs were too damn long, the princess thought bitterly.

Naran wrinkled her nose and squinted harder through the window, but instead of grass now, she saw the warbling face of her betrothed. He was looking at her, too, and she fought to stifle her little gasp before it escaped.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and squinted back through his own window, though the late morning sun was beaming relentlessly in that direction. He rubbed his eye with the back of his hand and cleared his throat. “How—Um, how do you feel about a south-facing room, Princess?”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk,” Naran said.

Hyungwon shrugged his great big shoulders, and the carriage lurched. While they had no doubt hit some divot on the road, she couldn’t help but think his ridiculous wingspan was responsible.

“The carriage is small,” he said, “and it feels a little uncomfortable after all this time, doesn’t it?”

“No,” the princess lied.

“Perhaps it is for your lady though.” The prince raised an eyebrow and glanced at Magda, who looked back at the man with such appreciation that Naran felt a surge of betrayal.

The princess scoffed. “You two chat then.”

“As you wish. Miss Magda, my sincerest apologies. I know we have spent days together now, but with all the upheaval and a bit of my own self-involvement, I believe I have been remiss in ever making a proper introduction to you. I am Hyungwon of Goryeo, and I am very happy you could join us for this trip.” The prince shifted down his seat to sit more directly across from the older woman before he dipped forward in a polite bow that had the servant across from him chastely fanning her face with her hand.

“Your Highness,” Magda said, her voice quaking at both his proximity and his informality, “the pleasure is all mine. It is my greatest joy to be of service to you and My Lady.”

Hyungwon smiled broadly, which sent Magda’s hand fluttering at double speed.

“As if she had a choice,” groused Naran.

“I thought you weren’t speaking,” said the prince casually though he did not shift his gaze nor his smile from Magda.

The princess huffed and returned to her secret spyglass in the window reflection.

“It must be very hard for you to leave your life in Moghulikhan,” Hyungwon continued to Magda, “especially on such short notice.”

“It isn’t easy,” the woman agreed, “but most of us Moghuls spend our lives on the move anyway. I have been blessed to live in both worlds, so it isn’t a burden as long as I am with My Lady, even when she’s being stubborn.”

Naran nudged Magda with her elbow, though the older woman sat unfazed by anything that wasn’t the prince’s full attention.

Lips pressed together and eyes gentle and wide, Hyungwon studied the attendant. “You are very loyal, Magda. Princess Narangerel is lucky to have you.”

“If I may be so presumptuous, Your Highness, we are lucky to have her. And since she is not in the mood to refute it, I will tell you a secret, My Lord.”

Hyungwon leaned onto his knees as did Magda. Naran watched in the window with narrowed eyes. She was pretty sure the cabin temperature rose a dozen degrees even without the aid of the sun.

Magda lowered her voice to a whisper, though there was no way of missing it in such a small space. “Much of this is for show. Once she’s satisfied she’s made her point, the Princess will reopen negotiations.”

The prince let out a soft chuckle and then kept his voice low, too, as he said, “Negotiations, huh? For what?”

“A treaty, of course. My Lady may be strong-willed, but she is no fool. Years of bargaining with the King and Queen has taught her how to make the best of every situation.”

Hyungwon’s eyes met Naran’s in the glass again until the princess jerked her head away.

“Hm,” he mused. “She did say as much to me.”

“Did she now?” Magda said with a clear smile in her voice. “You’ll do well to remember it then, Your Highness. Let her come to you, for she will, and before too much longer, I would wager. I can see she’s getting restless. She always does.”

The prince bowed lightly to the attendant, a grateful smile playing on his lips. He dropped the whispering act and said, “I envy the two of you. If I should have had someone so fearless and open with me, I think my life would have been very different.”

At this, Magda flushed. “No doubt I have overstepped about a dozen boundaries just now. Sometimes I forget where I am and with whom. Perhaps I have been as indulged as a servant as a royal is. Please forgive me, Your Grace. I only want the best for everyone.”

But Hyungwon waved her off. “There is no doubt of that, Miss Magda. You can’t imagine how much I value someone like you.”

Naran pursed her lips. It almost sounded like the prince was flirting, a notion made all the more plausible by the fact that even though Magda was almost double Naran’s age and well-weathered, she was still a hardy woman made more attractive by her welcoming eyes. The princess made a mental note to stipulate that Magda was off the list of servants with whom Hyungwon might be inclined to dally.

Not long after, the caravan pulled over for lunch, and no sooner had Naran finished her meal than her attendant had asked for a walk to stretch their legs. Foreboding pressed down into the princess’s shoulders, but she knew she had no choice but to go lest the other woman spill more secrets to the prince.

As the ladies took a turn around a grassy knoll a ways down from the picnic, Magda blurted at last, “My Lady, we still have weeks of travel, and though I am trained to hold my tongue, I will not hold it that long.”

“Hold your— A little late for that!”

Magda glowered at the princess. “Oh, that was nothing. I was merely trying to smooth things over with the Prince on your behalf. I fear I know more about your husband than you do at this point.”

“He's not my husband yet,” Naran objected.

“But he will be. Soon, he will also be father to your children, so perhaps you might like to know his favorite color or poet?”

“Why? He didn’t ask me any of that before he strong-armed an engagement from me.”

“Whatever the reason, My Lady, it is done, so you’d best get this indignance out of your system before you harden the soft spot the man clearly has for you.”

Naran gaped at her attendant. “You are seeing things as you age, Magda.”

“Seeing things more clearly,” the woman corrected. “If Prince Hyungwon wasn’t endeared to you for some reason, do you honestly think he would have hitched his wagon to you when his kingdom could have had ours either way? Honestly, child, some days…”

To anyone overhearing this conversation, they might have demanded Magda’s back for insubordination, but Naran had come to expect such honesty from her closest confidante. When the woman spoke this frankly, it was always of the utmost seriousness.

Naran stuffed her arms across her chest and pouted her lips as she leaned against the knoll. “You may tell the man that if he wishes to parlay, he must do it now before I change my mind.”

Magda exhaled with a gust of relief and went at once back to the party. Not a minute later, he strolled through the knee-high grasses toward her, so dashing that it chafed. Naran had to keep her eyes out across the vast steppe.

“My lady requested me?”

Why did he have to say it like that?

“I’ve been wondering something, sire,” Naran said evenly. “At the ball, why did you make me an offer?”

Hyungwon tensed. “I… thought you wanted me to. You came over to me so abruptly after all.”

At last, her eyes snapped to him. “I told you very clearly that was all for show.”

“Yes, but then you said the very opposite a second later. It was very hard to make out your true intentions.”

“And what of your intentions, my lord, hm? You, who would not entertain another lady with any seriousness all night, why did you make me your mark or was I always so and the invasion was merely a ruse to ensure my hand?”

For the first time, Naran found an angry furrow in the man’s brow. “Do you really think so little of me? It is never my intention to hurt anyone, least of all a lady.”

Naran’s irritation tempered as though it had been doused with ice water, and she realized anger had been the only thing keeping his low, gruff voice from penetrating her mind in a way that lingered.

“Forgive me, your highness,” she said though it was more of a reluctant grumble. “I’m still trying to make sense of how my life was overturned so quickly.”

Evidently appeased, Hyungwon nodded. “I swear to you that I never intended to do so, Princess. You were just so frantic and bewildering that night, and I was— I was struck… by your candor. I was already heavy with the knowledge of my father’s intentions, and— and— I don’t know. You were so real to me. I wanted to protect you.”

Naran ignored the way her mouth went dry at his words and managed, “Not every woman is a damsel in distress, your highness.”

“No, I know that. What I’m trying to say is—”

Something struck her then, a thought that had never occurred to her before. Her eyes watched the golden toes of her shoes as the fine threads splintered the sun, and she asked, “If I hadn't come to you that night, would you have told us of your father's plans?”

A long beat passed.

“What?”

“If I had already been engaged or you had, would you have warned Moghulikhan of your father’s plans?”

The prince was silent again for a long moment. “I wanted to. I had planned on it, I swear it.”

“But would you have?”

Naran realized her body was leaning toward him as she waited for his answer.

“In truth, I do not know.”

Suddenly, her limbs felt heavy, like her bones had been traded for iron and only her mind could convince her body to stay upright. Naran reasoned that she should have been angry, but she wasn’t, though she couldn’t pinpoint the exact thing she was feeling.

But Hyungwon did not back down. Instead, he faced her with the full breadth of his handsome face. “Would you have?”

“Would I?”

“If our roles had been reversed, if it had been you who knew your country was planning to invade mine, would you have sought me out?”

The question itched as much as the grass did through her skirt.

“I don’t know either,” Naran replied, but they both heard her toothless tone.

“Perhaps I think too much of myself,” he said, “but I feel I know you a bit by this point, my lady. All you have ever wanted is to keep to your own business. Can you really blame me if I am unsure?”

“I cannot.”

Her admission startled them both, and the corner of Hyungwon’s mouth twitched. “Perhaps we have some common ground after all. Maybe in time, you won’t have to feel as miserable as you look.”

“I’m not trying to be, but I am. We have moved faster through my country than I ever thought possible, and my heart is aching in my chest. I know these roads. I see the ghosts of the strange mountains on the horizon. We will be out of Moghulikhan in no time.”

Prince Hyungwon drew up in front of her looking taller than any mountain Naran had ever seen. The wind ruffled his black bangs but could not steal his attention from her. “What would make you happy right now, Princess?”

“Besides the obvious?” she said, ignoring the stutter in her voice. “I should like to ride. A Moghul without a horse is like a bird without wings. Being cooped up in a carriage feels like having my soul slowly strangled. But your father would never allow it.”

At this, the prince smirked. “It would be hard for him to tell if you ride at the back then.”

Naran shot forward, nearly into his arms when she didn’t realize how closely they were standing. “You're serious?”

“I told you when we made our arrangement that I would respect your independence.”

“I know. I just didn't expect you to mean it. Now that you have secured the alliance, I figured it would cease to matter.”

Hyungwon’s lips pressed together, another flutter of something across his brow, though this time it was not anger. “It still matters. Can you ride well enough to keep up with the caravan?”

“I can ride well enough to overtake it and all your men in it, my lord, but for the freedom to ride at all, I shall stay by your side.”

He smiled and she echoed it, but before they could return to the picnic with their secret pact, Magda manifested as though from mid-air. Naran expected the woman to be pleased since the prince and princess were speaking again, but instead, she looked uneasy.

"Pardon my insolence, Your Highness, but it is not a good idea. If you give My Lady a blade of grass, she’ll have the whole steppe.”

Naran gaped at her friend, but Hyungwon remained unswerving. “I made a deal, and I will honor it. The princess shall ride as often as she likes. Besides, how ever am I to win my bet if she never has the opportunity to lose?”

“Bet?” both ladies said in unison.

Hyungwon nodded. “Of course. The lady makes some very lofty claims that she can ride better than my best men. I must defend their honor for it is my own, isn’t it?”

Magda and Naran exchanged looks of barely-contained hysterics before nodding.

The prince pouted his lips in a way that was unfairly cute, and Naran’s laughter died away. “My bride laughs at my pride. I am wounded.”

“I think you will live, my lord,” Naran assured.

“So, how can we test such a proclamation?”

At this, the princess sparked to life. “A race!”

“Seems too simple,” Hyungwon challenged. “Riding is more than speed.”

“Much more,” she agreed, “which is why we shall add a test of dexterity and accuracy to it.”

“We will need stakes, of course.”

“Of course. When I win, I want to choose a horse from your lot for my own particular use, and I want unrestricted access to him. No one else may ride him. What say you, my lord?”

“As you wish. And if my men win, I want you to call me Hyungwon from now on just as I will call you Naran. No more formalities.”

A tremor ripped through the princess. She knew she would win, so that wasn’t what unnerved her. It was his wager. It was simple, sincere… and intimate.

Another tremor.

“You’re not racing?” the princess asked.

“God, no. I’m a dreadful rider. My men will defend what little honor I have left.”

In spite of herself, Naran smiled. “Very well. I accept.”

“And the test of dexterity?” Hyungwon added, though, caught up in their exchange of smiles, it was most definitely an afterthought for the both of them.

“Of your choosing, your grace. I would only pick to my favor.”

The prince mused for a minute before he raised an eyebrow. “How about a game of kai bai bo? If I win, the test shall be archery. If you win, it shall be—”

“A coin hunt!” she suggested.

“What’s that?”

“I will explain when I win whatever this game is,” she said with a cocky smirk.

“Kai bai bo. It’s a children’s game. Here, look.” Hyungwon flashed some different shapes with his hand—a fist, an L, and a flat palm—as he named them each in Goryeon. “Rock beats scissors, scissors beat paper, and paper beats rock. It’s how kids settle arguments back home.”

Naran looked at him bemusedly. “Is that how you make royal decisions, too?”

“I’ll keep it in mind for the future,” he teased. The prince ran through the shapes a few more times, and after some practice runs with the princess, he said, “Ready?”

She nodded, and as the chant came to an end, Hyungwon shot out with a wide, flat hand while Naran’s L-shaped fingers pointed right for the prince’s heart.

“Scissors beat paper, my lord,” the princess said, beaming.

“A coin hunt it is then.”

“Forgive me, Your Highness,” said Magda, and the royal couple jerked toward the woman they’d both forgotten had joined them, “but the Emperor has ordered that we get back on the road.”

“Over so soon?” Naran complained, and her attendant smiled at her at last.

“The party wants to make it to the tree line before nightfall, and it is further than it looks out here.”

All eyes turned to the horizon where the browns and sages of the grasses gave way to tangled thickets of the deepest emeralds, and at last, the prince nodded and said, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

He trotted off toward his parents, and while he spoke with them, Magda turned her full attention on the princess until Naran actually itched beneath her collar.

“What?” volleyed the princess.

“The Queen would be furious with you, My Lady. If your game should be uncovered by the Emperor and Empress, they might look at you less favorably.”

Naran chuckled. “Less favorably than they already do? I don’t think there’s any room to go down. And anyway, isn’t this what you people all wanted? Me conversing with my intended? Am I not doing as you all asked?”

Magda sighed. “On your own terms as usual, but yes.”

“Everyone else’s terms are gratuitously restrictive,” Naran argued.

“And if you should injure yourself?”

The princess glowered at the older woman, and they both broke out in a laugh. Magda sighed. “I hate how easily you can twist even my arm, me who has been by your side for all 24 years to see every trick in your book. Ah, you’d better at least put on a good show, Your Highness.”

“Dearest Magda, when do I not?”

Naran sat proudly back in the saddle of a beautiful chestnut stallion with an umber mane and eyes bright with purpose. Though the saddle wasn’t contoured to her body the way her own had been, it was a Moghul saddle, comfortable and sturdy with this one being particularly expensive; the horse she had chosen, after all, had been ridden by Hyungwon’s personal valet, Hansol, though it was really a gift to the royal family from her own. The princess would always choose a Moghul horse in a race over any other proud steed.

Beside her waited a burly man with a full face and thin eyes. His skin was thick and sun-loved and his thighs were stout and no-doubt earned by days upon days of horseback riding. Ahead of both of them was a seemingly endless track of plains dotted only by small pouches of coins wrapped in handkerchiefs, nearly lost in the tufts of grasses. The objective was simple—grab as many pouches as one could before the track ran out and without tumbling from the horse.

Naran looked to her opponent, but he did not look back. She had wondered for a moment whether he would take the challenge seriously considering he was facing off against a woman, but she was pleased to see he was only focused on the task his prince had assigned him.

“Last chance to shield your honor, Princess,” heckled the smug, handsome prince on the sideline.

“Mine or yours, good sir?” she returned as she gathered the reins in one hand and shook out the other.

Hyungwon grinned and raised his arm. The moment it dropped, Naran was off like a firecracker, charging down the line with the horse’s ribs swelling beneath her heels as she spurred it on.

As she neared the first pouch, they were a haunch behind her rival. Both challengers slid over the side of their horses as though they were a split second from falling off. Naran’s arm extended as far as it would go, and though her opponent was much taller, she was light and swift and her horse was smaller. Her leg muscles screamed as she squeezed her steed for dear life, and her fingers closed around the tuft at the top of the pouch before she used every last bit of momentum to swing back up into the saddle.

A quick glance to her left, and she saw that the other rider had succeeded as well, so she pushed her horse even faster. She had gained on him now, neck and neck, as they approached the next pouch. Again, she dipped, and again she succeeded. So, too, did the man, but he had slowed now, falling to the back of her horse but still very much in it.

One pouch remained. Hooves thundered over earth as dirt kicked up from the dry plains. Thin ribbons of blood disappeared into the wind from the knife blades of grass. Naran had a solid lead now, but it wouldn’t matter if she couldn’t collect the last pouch and her opponent did. Her body ached and her lungs huffed and her head swam from the direction shifts, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the crimson silk just ahead.

Naran readied in the saddle, the reins tight in her left hand as she dove over the side. It was harder than ever to keep her grip on the beast, but sheer force of will glued her to her stallion. She was tired from weeks without her customary long rides, so she couldn’t get as low as she had the first time. The princess let out a guttural war cry as her arm stretched to its limit, every joint doing its damnedest to separate just a little more—just a little more…

When at last she pulled up, legs shaking and face throbbing and lungs trembling, she seated the last coin pouch in her lap and pulled up on the reins as she crossed the finish line. She turned her horse around to find her opponent in the grass on his back, brows knitted in fury and all three pouches scattered around him.

Naran returned to the man’s side and dismounted to help him up. He wavered between taking her hand and not but thought better of his refusal of a royal. He rose to his feet on jelly legs and had to lean on his horse to steady himself.

“Well-met, my friend,” said the princess in her very limited Goryeon. “You did very well.”

“I failed His Grace,” he grumbled in a stony voice, but Naran shook her head.

“Absolutely not,” she asserted. “You almost won.”

The man could not face her, but his droopy head nodded in thanks anyway. Together, they collected the coins and struggled back into their saddles so that they could trot back down the race line where they met the remaining party on its way to meet the riders.

“Damn,” swore Prince Hyungwon even though he was grinning from ear to ear. “I wish now that archery had been the task.”

Still breathless, Naran smiled back, all teeth. “Don’t feel badly, my prince. I would have won either event. Thanks to my grandfather, I’ve been trained in many horseback games, and I never lose them anymore, but thank you for the fun.”

“I take it I won’t be hearing my name anytime soon.”

“You’d really have to work for it, my lord,” she replied, licking up the sweat on her upper lip. “But I’ll tell you what… If you can snatch this coin from my hand right now, I shall say it once as you asked.”

Naran presented one of the coins from the pouches in her palm and sagged to the side in her saddle as she extended her arm. Hyungwon eyed it and then her for a moment long enough to burn with awkwardness, and even though it was nearly enough to throw her off her game, the princess caught his hand shooting up in her periphery. She jerked her fist back in time to save the coin but not her bone-weary self, and she tipped from her saddle with a shout.

The prince caught her in his arms, their hearts racing—Naran’s double-time thanks to the competition—as their faces nearly collided.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his breath feathering across her skin.

“I… shouldn’t have let go of the reins,” she admitted. Naran cleared her throat and pushed back from his chest. “I’ve got it now, thank you.”

The couple looked around anxiously at their audience, and when the prince spoke again, he looked instead at the dust cloud further down the plains. “We should get going if we want to catch up to the caravan. My parents are operating under the assumption that you ladies just needed a few more minutes to stretch your legs, and we do not want them to send a rider back to vet that.”

Naran agreed, and even though her heart wished she could still ride, she knew she was exhausted. The princess passed all the coins to her fellow rider with a thank you for the challenge, and though he did not want to accept them, with Prince Hyungwon’s backing, the man reluctantly accepted.

For now, at least, the carriage did not feel nearly so dismal or claustrophobic, and the princess fell into an easy nap.

The closer they got to the border of Moghulikhan and Goryeo, the wilder the land became. Their first night away from the open plains, the trees were squat, petty things—scrawny and twisted and barely taller than bushes—but over the next several days, they lengthened like children growing into proud adults. Towering pines with sturdy trunks encroached on the road in orderly rows until it felt more like dungeon bars. But as the landscape grew hillier, the plants became more diverse, and instead of intimidating the princess, it dazzled her.

Naran had never seen so many trees in her life. The steppe was simple and open; there were no secrets there. Now in the foothills of some foreign mountain chain, there was nothing but mystery. She could hear things she could not see, and she could feel the air, not as a dry kiss but a damp one that lingered and lingered and lingered. It wasn’t bad; it was just wrong.

After a long day of rain and mists thick as cotton, the caravan found a clearing big enough to accommodate the carriages and wagons, and they pulled over midday to set up camp while they waited a day or two for the roads to dry up. With the sour weather, the party kept to their respective gers for the night, but by morning, the sky was clear again.

Since the ground was still sodden, it was decided that everyone would go in stages to wash up in the nearby stream. Rivers were few and far between on the steppe and what did flow was open to all eyes, so washing up had been in large part out of the question save for a washbasin for faces and hands. For her part, Naran couldn’t wait to scrub off the layers of dust—that appeared "rather mysteriously,” the empress had observed—on her skin and clothes from her daily rides at the back of the caravan.

The women were assigned a pool upstream from camp and the men another much further down. Naran came when summoned by the empress’s lady, and together with Magda, the party of women headed into a beautiful bit of wilderness situated between two massive boulders and ringed by fat, broad-leafed trees which the princess had never seen before. The women undressed and stepped into the water.

It was cold, probably fresh from the mountains to the north, but it was invigorating. They did not soak but scrubbed quickly while the empress’s lady-in-waiting sang a ballad in Goryeon. The empress wasn’t feeling chatty—not that she ever seemed to be with the princess—but she did hum along with the song.

As Naran washed up, she stole glances at her future mother-in-law. Even in her 50s, Empress Indeok stunned. Clearly, her son had been gifted most of his good looks from her for she was tall and slender, graceful with every movement, and soft around every edge. Her skin was pristine, resistant to every wrinkle, and then there were her eyes—as luminous as the prince’s and just as disaffected with everything.

The princess thought she ought to start some kind of conversation, but maybe she wasn’t supposed to. After all, between the sunlight dappling the stream bed through the canopy and the fresh rainfall swelling the creek waters over moss-covered rocks, the ambiance was perfectly serene. Naran decided not to overstep and let the servant finish her song, and to her surprise, the moment it was done, the empress turned to her and smiled. Granted, it was through tight lips, but it was the first one the princess had been privileged to receive.

“You’re a very pretty sort of girl, aren’t you, Princess Narangerel?”

Her voice, like her son’s as well, was rather deep but with a rich tone to it, a voice hinting at a depth of wisdom Naran simply didn’t have.

The princess bowed her head and answered from the safety of the shadows, “Her Highness is too kind.”

“Be careful that your riding doesn’t weather your lovely face, my dear.”

Naran’s bow deepened, this time from the weight of her embarrassment. The empress had caught her riding! The princess braced for brimstone, but when none came, she risked a glance up through her damp hair.

As she stepped out of the stream and into a waiting towel, Indeok mused, “After decades at Court, I don’t believe I’m easily shocked anymore, but I will admit, Hyungwon’s attention to you has taken me by surprise. My son does not reveal his heart easily.”

Naran hurriedly scooped a handful of water to quench her dry throat.

The corner of the empress’s mouth twitched upward before she said, “I ask of you one thing, Princess Narangerel. Always endeavor to earn my son’s good graces.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the princess said with another bow, this one out of equal parts respect and mortification.

“Enjoy your bath.”

With that, Empress Indeok headed back toward camp with her lady-in-waiting, leaving Magda and Naran to the creek. The princess was too stunned to remember what she was doing.

Magda cleared her throat. “Your Highness, your toes are turning blue.”

Naran hopped onto the bank and took shelter in the heavy folds of her towel. Magda did not say a word, and the princess could not have been more grateful. Her head was spinning too fast from her first real conversation with her soon-to-be mother-in-law to process any other thoughts. She could hardly wait for the long walk back to the camp.

Magda helped her into a fresh deel, and once the collar was fastened, the lady asked, “Do you feel better, Your Grace?”

The only thing Naran could manage was a nod, so they headed down the freshly-cut path in silence. Through a break in the canopy, the princess spied a wheeling eagle. It was too high up to tell if it was a golden one, but she whistled out Altantsetseg’s call anyway. The bird did not respond and soon disappeared from view.

Naran was lost in a bout of topsy-turvy emotions when the ladies chanced upon Prince Hyungwon’s valet, Hansol. He greeted them with a bow and a flash of his unexpectedly pretty teeth for a servant.

The princess was still too confused to have her manners about her, but with Magda’s helpful elbow to her ribs, Naran fumbled, “Oh! Is the prince back at camp?”

“He should be by now, Your Grace,” the valet answered.

“Good… Good.”

If he was back at camp, Hyungwon couldn’t further addle her mind.

“Enjoy your stroll, my ladies,” he said then with a bow.

Naran liked Hansol. He was deeply respectful, even after she had commandeered his horse as her reward for her wager, and he always smiled with warmth when their eyes chanced to meet. Indeed, he was one of the only Goryeons she’d met who did.

Before he passed her, he tipped his head to the princess and added, “Forgive my transgression, My Lady, but His Highness is right. You look very well. The mountain air agrees with you.”

Naran mumbled her thanks though her head was still too full of the empress’s words to process his, and with that, Hansol left them for the camp.

“Magda,” she begged, grasping the other woman’s hand. “I cannot go back yet. Since I cannot ride, I have no peace. Let me walk just a little further. I need some time to myself; I’ve had none.”

“My Lady—”

“Just to that rock down there?” Naran asked, pointing to a large boulder halfway down the hill. “You can see me from here still.”

Magda sighed but relented as she took up a post with her eyes firmly fixed there. “Don’t be too long. I am hungry.”

Gleefully, the princess zig-zagged down the hill, which was much steeper than she expected, but it was easy enough to keep her balance with so many trees to hold on to. Naran made it to the boulder and hopped onto it far too inelegantly for a princess. She let the sturdiness of the stone ground her as she studied the multitudes of greens and the array of textures. She was almost herself again by the time a flash of white stole her gaze.

Prince Hyungwon rounded a bend in the trail up from the pool somewhere down below. A spray of crystalline droplets peppered the side of his face, forgotten in his haste to dry off. His eyebrows shot up for a split second underneath his fringe of wet hair still dripping onto his thin white shirt. He looked at her with the same fascination he did when she would catch him watching her through the carriage window as she rode beside it.

“Good afternoon, Princess,” he said, and when his gaze fell to her criss-crossed perch on the stone, he asked, “everything all right?”

“Fine.”

Hyungwon quirked an eyebrow. “Glad to hear it… But you really shouldn’t be out here alone. The hill gets steep down below, and bandits have been caught in these woods.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Naran hurried to say as she swiveled to gesture back up at her servant, waiting impatiently at the top of the path. “Magda’s keeping an eye on me of course.”

“Well, if you’re planning on staying a little longer, may I sit with you? It’s been a bit of a hike.”

Another droplet collided with the prince’s chest, and Naran bit her lip. “That would be fine.”

Hyungwon took a seat nearby on the rock and stared out into the woods along with her. “They tell me we’ll be in Goryeo tomorrow, provided the weather holds.”

“Then I suppose I should enjoy my last days as a Moghul in Moghulikhan,” she replied.

After a pause, the prince asked, “How has your horse been treating you?”

“Very well, my lord. He has saved my sanity on this long trip. Thank you again for that. For holding up your end of our bargain.”

“The pleasure has been all mine,” said Hyungwon warmly.

Naran could feel him staring at her profile, but she would not look back. She hummed. “We never discussed what you want out of this arrangement?”

“Me? I suppose the same things you do. The freedom to come and go and indulge as I always have.”

At this, she looked at the prince. With high brows, she probed, “And continue with your serving lasses?”

“I suppose.”

Naran laughed.

“What’s so funny?” asked Hyungwon.

“You are. Since when has a prince or king had restrictions on whom he beds?”

He blushed lightly and, tight-lipped, added, “I figured it would bother most women.”

“Even if it did, what difference would that make?”

Hyungwon stuffed his arms across his chest and grumbled, “Maybe not to some, but it would to me.”

“Then you have your fiancée’s permission to dally with whomever you’d like, sire.”

His smooth jaw set unusually sharply. “You conceded that rather quickly.”

“Would you like me to agree more slowly then?” she teased.

He didn’t answer, and the levity tumbled down the hillside with the stream.

Naran pressed her lips together as she shifted her attention to her hands in her lap. “So, independence and discretion. That’s all?”

Softer, he said, “I have a few other requests.”

“Let me hear them.”

“Sometimes, I should very much like if you would drink and talk with me.”

Naran laughed again, this time in genuine shock. “Drink with you?”

“Mm, and talk like we’re talking now—openly and familiarly. I don’t want our marriage to be unfriendly even if it is intended to be separate.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason to want to talk with my wife?”

Hyungwon’s face betrayed nothing. Though his cheeks were extra bright from the scrubbing, and his eyes were clearer, if darker, than she’d seen them, for all intents and purposes, he was as sincere as Naran had ever seen him.

“I can agree to that,” she said much more shyly than she’d intended.

“And lastly…”

The prince could not look at her any longer. Instead, he watched his feet dangle over the edge of the boulder as they bounced nervously.

When he didn’t say anything, Naran pressed, “Lastly?”

Hyungwon cleared his throat. The silence was so deep between them that the princess could only make out the babble of the creek below them and the stabs of her own measured breaths—she wasn’t even sure he was still breathing.

“When you’re with me, uh—” the prince fumbled. He paused yet again, and when she faced him, he dodged her gaze. Naran was just about to burst when he finally said, “When we’re alone… as we will sometimes have to be, you know, in bed… from time to time, I should like it very much if you looked at me.”

It felt like someone was pulling the princess’s skin tauter and tauter as Hyungwon’s words sank in. There had been no avoiding the knowledge that occasionally they would have to share the same bed, and even if the obligation of it bothered her, the thought of those nimble hands wandering over her body under a veil of sheets generated tingles in Naran’s blood. But the thought of him inside her, looking down at her as he hoped she’d look up at him, sent a rush of heat between her thighs and left her head fuzzy.

Hyungwon ringed his thumb with his other hand as her silence sank into him. He cleared his throat again. “I suppose that is far too much to ask. I’m sorry—”

“Okay,” Naran blurted.

His head lifted at last, and when he looked at her, it was under a canopy of thick lashes. His voice was stiff and measured as he said, “‘Okay,’ you accept my apology?”

“Okay to your terms. I accept them, my lord.”

Hyungwon looked rather dumbstruck, but the smile that came a second later was bright and altogether dopey. Naran jumped off the rock then, wishing for a split second it was a cliff, just so she didn’t have to look at that smile anymore. It was doing very funny things to her, and after the events of her day, she didn’t have the presence of mind to interpret it as anything other than perfectly happy.

#monsta x smut #multichapter #prisoner to temptation #hyungwon smut #royal au #arranged marriage #romance #slow burn #bodice ripper #third person

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You’ve Not Lived, Until You Feel Alive

Chapter 2 of Is That All Mr Gutierrez series

Master List

Chapter 1

Thanks for the love for chapter 1 peoples, I know it was a little different to what I usually write but I need to character builds in this one. When we get to the smut it will be exactly what you all want.

Synopsis: Time has now passed & its 10 years since you had your first kiss with Javi. A lot has changed, & you’ve both grown, but your therapist is asking you to write a secure blog only they can see to get you to believe in yourself once again.

Word count:2500

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! THIS IS A VERY TRAUMATIC CHAPTER! I know this will not be for some of you, it gets dark, but I needed it too, I have to break the reader before they get to have fun. Death, murder, suicidal thoughts, violence, terrorists, cancer, shooting, blood, pain & suffering, angst, agony, anger, PTSD, mental health, nightmares. Pining, wanting, unrequited love not being returned, break ups, loss, sorrow. This chapter is done in a blog, journal format.

Again I am sorry if this is triggering or too much, but I needed to do this to character build. If you want to skip to chapter 3 that’s fine, it will be published soon.

Thanks for understanding peoples, it means a lot, & thanks for reading it’s always appreciated. Don’t worry the smut is on its way, I promise.

Secure therapy Blog post 18

I almost didn’t publish this. I really didn’t think anyone would want to hear what I had to say after the events but my therapist said I should just write when the day happened. Writings my therapy, it’s my creative outlet.

But today was the day the unimaginable thing happened….

My dad passed away & im not sure I can go on.

My dads been unwell for a while. We knew it was cancer & it disappeared about 4 years ago but then it came back, & it was incurable.

Nothing the doctors said… there’s nothing we can do… he’s got 6 months… go make memories with him… so that’s what my mum

& I have done.

My mum to have to go through another loss in her life. Another heartbreak, another good bye. I’m not ready to post about the other heart break yet, but I will do one day. It not mine that happened I don’t recall it.

But we have spent the last 18 months with my dad having the best time in the world. The Gutierrez wedding in Cuba for Javis older sister Luna was so much fun, my dads face as I danced with Javi after few too many drinks, thinking of what I could have had with Javi from my time as a teenager crushing on him. It was like time had frozen. My head buried into Javis neck, inhaling his scent for old time sake. The way his hand stroked my back, making me want more. Trying not to think that his fiancé was looking right at us. She knows I’m just his assistant & look after the legitimate side of the business. She has no idea the feelings I have hidden away from her soon to be husband. A pipe dream I had 10 years ago when I wrote my teenage diary.

But then we got home & dad took a downward turn. & he told me to be brave & go after my dreams & to always be true to myself.

When he was still with us after the 6 months the doctor originally told us, we took each day as a blessing. I don’t believe in god, but I know my dad does. Every night I asked my dads god for one more day with him. & obviously I asked for one too many.

Watching him pass was heartbreaking & but also soothing. He was no longer in pain. & what he did medically for the world to help & try & find a cure still astounds me. My dad went through awake brain surgery to see what happened when it was operated on & how it affects the body. He was so brave. If that procedure saves one life, my dads pain & death won’t have been for nothing.

The Gutierrez’ have told me to take as much time as I need. Javi has sent around a vase of black orchids, my favourite, he always says he sees my inner goth whenever he looks at them. He’s said the business can wait & that he can look after himself for a few days, but I am already missing that dimple & cheeky smile. Even now he has a calming influence on me. It’s just him, it’s just J. He will always be there for me. & yes it’s weird that one of my closest friends in the world is a drug lord & part of the mafia, but we run the legitimate side of the family empire. We run it well. & Javi knows a day will come when he has to run all of it. He’s not looking forward to that but he knows it’s his destiny. He & Sofia will raise an amazing family & have a fantastic life & I will watch by the side, maybe with a family of my own, watching them be happy & be glad I have a small part in their life.

My dad told me to be happy. & that’s what I’m going to do… be happy.

He wouldn’t want me to mope around & wait for life to happen.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

We will have the funeral, Javi Senior has said we can have the wake at their mansion, no need for us to have it in our hotel.

But then I think I need to take that gap year I’ve always promised I would do.

I want to see more of the world than just Spain & England. I want to experience life. I want to feel alive. That’s what my dad always said, you’ve not lived until you feel alive.

Dad I miss you.

I miss your smile.

Your kind eyes.

Your bad jokes.

& I miss that you will never walk me down the aisle or watch me grown into a woman. I know I am a woman but I have so many life experiences to come & you won’t be there to watch me grow & fail. Become proud of myself & who I become.

I love you dad…

I’m not sure I can do this without you…

Secure therapy Blog post 26

I’ve put this off

Everyone’s told me to type

Everyone asked me if I’m okay

I say I am

But I’m not

So here goes

4 months ago I nearly died…

even typing that feels like a weight has lifted off my shoulder

It was horrible

I should not be here

I can still feel the heat when I drop off to sleep

The dreams & nightmares are so vivid

Every day awake was already struggle & now my peaceful sleep is full of flashbacks of horrors or my worst nightmares

It’s pain like nothing else

I was in Rome, after seeing the opera, just on my own. I needed from space from mum, work & Javi. His break up was hurting him a lot & he’d been making rash impulsive decisions. It’s most unlike him. So I suggested I went away for a week, have some me time & so he can get over Sophia. The last thing we both needed was to be moody in each others presence.

So I flew to Rome, did all the sights & went shopping, hooked up with some guys & stayed in a nice hotel & went to the opera.

Then at 3am as I slept in bed I felt warm, it was September so the weather is to be expected. & then I heard the noise, & smelt the ash. A car had exploded outside our hotel & the front of the building had caught on fire. I grabbed my phone & keys & headed to the fire escape.

I could feel the heat surround me, my lungs desperately needing air, as this ash fog just coated my throat. I remember seeing some people pass out, lots of screaming & items on the floor that I did not register. I knew I had to make it out, I had to see everyone I cared for one last time

I know that in the last 18 months since my dad passed I’ve felt helpless & suicidal at times but I’ve always found strength & love from others, it’s got me though it. I needed to get out in one piece. I needed to be with everyone even if it is just to say goodbye.

But then I got to the lobby to make my way to the exit. This was not just a car crashing & exploding, this was a massacre. This was an attack on the hotel & its guests. Bodys burnt in front of my eyes, some people bleeding out, bullets & weapons across the floor. Death stood between me & my exit. How I had got to this part of the hotel still alive & not in pain was a miracle already. As I stepped across the lobby heading for the exit, I could just hear my dads voice like he was there going, you’re doing so well sweetheart, you’re almost safe, you can make it. A few more steps & the horrors will be over. You can almost smell the fresh night air, keep going.

Maybe there is an afterlife, maybe he was reaching out to me but I knew I had to make it across & get tho the exit. It took me a while but I stumbled eventually through the exit & gasped as the nights air filled my lungs.

But then the horror continued… but I have no recollection of it. All I remember is the high piecing screech & suddenly feeling warm as something hit me. Blood trickling & seeping through my sleep shorts. I had been shot. I know I blacked out but there was just one thing running through my mind before my face crashed into the hard cold concrete path. That i would was never get to apologise to Javi for telling him to man up after the break up, for not telling him that I knew Sofia was having an affair sooner, & for not telling him that he has been my true love from the moment I met him, aged 13.

27 of us survived the hotel siege. My mum said I had a face Picasso would have been proud to paint when I woke up. She was crying but her humour got me through it. She’s had so so much loss in her life. Losing me would have hurt the most, she’d have no one. We agreed one step at a time, keep things slow, but I keep having these nightmares from the day. I now know it was the police who shot me by accident thinking I was apart if the group storming the hotel & I am being compensated, I mean it is there job to protect everyone & not take any risks. But I was in my jammies how many terrorist siege a hotel in pjs?

Seeing Javi when I got back here on the island was perfect. All our anger & frustration with each other had gone. We hugged & cried & promised to never be mean or hide anything from each other again. & then he broke my heart just before I went to tell him how I really felt about him & that he helped get me through that night & how he was the last thing I thought of before I blacked out. He said I was his best friend & he knew we would always have each others back.

It still hurts much like the wound in my leg. It hurt deep. But if Javi just wants us to be just friends I can cope with that. I just want Javi to be happy that’s all. I want to watch him grow & flourish & live his best life. I want the world for Javi & if that means I’m just a friend, I hope I can deal with it.

I’m so glad I have a secure server to type on.

This has really helped me today, & so has looking back at all my old posts. Therapy has really made me not feel guilty, that I’m here & those people aren’t. Survivors guilt is real & it’s painful. I do still wish at times that I didn’t make it out but my dad was the voice in my head telling me to keep going & that I am strong. My mum will always have my back. & I know I can trust Javi to support me in everything as a friend, even if that’s all it is. But I do wish it was something more…

Secure therapy Blog post 32

It’s been a while… it really has

My therapist told me to write

She told be to be honest

She told me she would read this

She told me to say it

I am worth something

I am not defined by my recent trauma

& I am valid in my pain

Last week was not only the 2 year anniversary of my dads death but also the day I received my compensation for being shot & the findings report from the massacre were released on the same day, it hit me like a train & i seriously considered with all the emotions & conflict inside me, if my life actually mattered

My mums back in London, to complete the renovation of the new dinning room & kitchen of our hotel there, my best friend is on her honeymoon, & no offence to you my therapist, but I knew what you were going to say. I wanted something else or someone else to validate me.

I’ve been staying at Javis on Saturdays recently, he says that’s when he misses company the most & he usually has meetings or church on Sunday mornings. So I was just standing in the kitchen cooking us dinner, when everything just over came me, the knife in my hand looking so sharp & inviting, would anyone really miss me if I killed myself right now…

I didn’t even know Javi had entered the kitchen, but I knew the second I came out of my paused trance that the tingling sensation Within me was from his hand removing the knife from mine, putting it out of my reach. His other hand stroking my back going up & down my spine. I felt like I was actually breathing & being seen for the first time in almost 2 years.

& that’s when one of my favourite songs came on the playlist i was listening too. & I just rocked with Javi in silence, his arms tightly around me waist, squeezing the pain out of me but also filling me with love & purpose… the moment I finally turned my head to see him & his big puppy dog eyes, the lyrics sang “when nobody understands you, well I do” played. We both just softly smiled at each other no words being said.

When the song ended he asked me if I felt better & that I was always welcome & safe in his house or his parents villa if I need some space & didn’t want to go back to the hotel. I told him I knew that, he told me because that’s what best friends do we say nothing & we just understand don’t we…

I should have told him there & then that I was now sure I wanted more but the moment was so pure & perfect & gave me purpose again, that I didn’t want to ruin it with heart break for me if he rejected me. I couldn’t cope with that, not right now. So I’ll continue continuing on

I know my place

& I know Javi will always be there for me…

Chapter Three

#fanfic #my fics #pedro pascal #no minors #javi g #javi gutierrez #javi g fic #javi g fanfiction #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal fanfiction

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the-ultimate-pie-family · 1 year ago

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Blood: ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! *charges summoning his blood keyblade jumps*

Slender pony: *catches blood by his throat as he tries swinging* bye blood *stabs blood, taking out god of his body and dropping blood, walking away* Thanks for god blood it's so easy to kill u now

Blood: *vomits white blood getting up, gripping his blood keyblade* i-i..... *kneels down* ...... done yet

Slender pony: u can beraly stand let inly fight face it ur dead now bye bye *walks off laughing*

Blood: *gets up slowly running* im not done till i see im done!!!!!!!!! *jumps slashing slender pony*

Slender pony: ahhh *smacks blood to a tree watching him hang their* ur washed up u old fuck and accept u lost the fight u can now rest in peace

"Blood hanged there, then something in his body brought fire back to his soul"

Blood: *free himself* ooooh slendy baby

Slender pony: Ugh, u never learn. *turns seeing blood in front of him, but something was different about blood*

Blood: wat wrong baby.........all i want is for u to be mine

"Slender pony fell to the ground crawling away"

Slender pony: p-plz me-ercy.........

Blood: Aww, does my baby want mercy........ *looks in the sky, feeling the rain coming down, hitting his face* too bad all out of mercy *jaw detaches as his body opens up eating slender pony whole taking god back*

God: wat in the unholy shit was that, babe? B-babe?

Blood: *waits*

JTK: *appears stabbing blood in his heart with a kitchen knife* huh?

Blood: *breaks jeffs arm clean off, pulling the kinfe* ............ goodbye Jeffrey

"Then jane came out smacking blood with a baseball bat, then jane felt a sharp pain in her side"

Jane: ....... *looks at blood* dear god........

Blood: *smiles pulsing jane threw a tree, killing her* Now Jeffrey, where were we

Jeff: *howls calling the other getting his neck snapped*

"Blood started feasting on jeffs blood, gaining his strength back."

God: blood stop plz ur scaring me.......

Blood: *stand there waiting for the other to arrive* Don't worry, sugar, it won't take long *summoning the kingdom keyblade*

God: blood plz don't i beg u this will kill u

Blood: *grips the kingdom keyblade crying* i know......im scared of dying........ ever since we became one, i have always wanted to die, but u showed me the love the happiness that comes from my family, my friend, everything u showed me god I'll always remember then when im gone........thank u for everything........

God: blood plz i beg u to run while we still have a chance. i can't u lose u now. *starts crying* plz blood run.........

Blood: *falls on his knees as the kingdom keyblade disappeared, looking into the sky* Did i ever tell u ur the best thing that ever happened to me ur holiness........

God: blood plz let take control.......there's still time to get away........plz.......

Blood: u could've this whole time, god.......but u know im right.......

God: no no no no i won't accept it. i won't lose u blood, not now *takes control, feeling her heart slowly beating again.* blood..........I WON'T LET U DIE ON ME!!!!!!!!

"God let out a holy flash erasing the day they met the creepypasta"

"God woke up on her throne in heaven"

God: blood? Babe? Blood?! Pinkie?!

Sadira: My lord, everything ok?

God: Sadira, where's blood i need to see him now

Sadira: blood, my lord?

God: Don't play dumb where's my vessel? *grabs Sadira* Where is blood rainbow pie!!

Sadira: My lord......he's alive still in the hospital. Why do u want him as a vessel he's a killer........

God: wat r u saying Sadira? Blood has been my vessel for 10 centuries

Sadira: My lord blood was just inmates to the hospital now from an accident

God: That means, oh no, Sadira, how long does blood have till he dies

Sadira: Not long, his injuries r bad. Everything in him is shutting down soon he'll be no more

God: *smacks Sadira away from her diving down to bloods body but was stopped* huh? No no no it can't be no no no no it can't be!!!!!!! I refuse to let u go blood u r mine!!!!!!!!!!!! *enters bloods body*

"Blood woke up remembering a flash he looked around he was on a hospital bed"

Blood: *gets off the bed walking home* Thanks for not forgetting about me, babe wat was that?

God: The erase time spell. i guess it went too far.....im sorry......

Blood: Thanks, babe. *opens the door to castle getting greeted by his first daughter and his mom and his other baby daughter*

Pinkie: Welcome home, son

#spotify #ponyville #the ultimate pie family #mlp #creepypasta #erase spell

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these-are-my-musings · 9 months ago

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I remember so much

the kid with the locker next to mine who volunteered to piss on a acidity test in 5th grade and how it came back more acidic than normal bc of how much soda he drank, the same kid who dreamt of being in the army, and later leaked his girlfriends nudes but somehow they’re still together. I remember going to her house, her mom, her little sister who so clearly looked up to her, her bedroom which I thought was so cool bc she had a bed with another bed that could pull out as a drawer and a tv in her room with princesses? hello kitty? I remember moving schools and losing touch and seeing her at the open house for the middle school we would end up going to together, and how she acted like she didn’t know me. oh well. I remember feeling so out of place when I switched schools and dying to go to middle school to pick up where I left off but everyone was so different and had moved on without me. I remember feeling that way again in high school but the added ache of watching it happen in real time. I remember how awesome and excited I felt to wear my circus costume as a top to school and feeling on top of the world in it and then the discomfort and self consciousness that followed when I noticed how other people reacted. they weren’t ready for me. my grandmas top that mysteriously disappeared from my closet, the white silk one with the bow that tied in the front. sorry grandma. I remember the kid who melted crayons down and made them into valentines in 4th grade, I remember always somehow being in a friend group with an odd number of people. twinning with my sibling during spirit week, being told i was annoying daily by someone i considered my best friend. the first time i was made aware that I'm a loud breather. the crushing disappointment of our poetry presentation in 3rd grade. my music teacher with gorgeous black slightly peppered hair who I absolutely adored and her love of dark chocolate, “don’t call me mrs bennett, that’s my mother”, and her attempt at switching to carob chocolate bc it was healthier. the lunch lady who was so sweet and my hair would always get caught in the buttons on her uniform as she passed by with the trash can. she was so so sweet to me. I remember the first girl I ever had a crush on, her name was victoria and I thought she was beautiful and graceful and I was too shy to even speak to her. I remember the cruelness of most boys I had a crush on, and the sweetness of the ones I never told a soul about. the feeling of walking into school with live piano music filling the air, stopping to buy pencils and erasers from the machine with my best friend, and the deafening silence and anxiety when the piano was no longer playing bc I was late. the birthday party I invited her to with all my new friends at my new school, that she didn’t really fit in with, that I didn’t really fit in with, but what can you do, at 9 going on 10. hearing that the boy I liked liked me back and marching up to him demanding that he ask me out because what else are you supposed to do when you like each other besides date? funny how I still don’t quite get that one. crazy to think how my teacher in 5th grade was slut shaming me, and my other one blatantly disliked me. it was probably the undiagnosed adhd but even still I was just a bit chatty. she deserved better, my younger self. she was so strong to live with that uncertainty and anxiety every day at her age.

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cartoonqueen16 · 1 year ago

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Jen 10 My DNA chapter 20

Jen pov

"It's been a week, why are we still here?" I asked while Bleep worked. "Because, you still need to rest and recover you threw up moss the other night for crying out loud, plus here we have all the technology needed to figure out and fix whatever Slix did to you," Albedo said not even looking up from the notebook he was working in. I sighed, I know Albedo is right but I just feel so on edge, scared Max and Gwen might try something.

"They're all done, test your tech out," Bleep said pulling back the cord that was plugged into the back of my neck. I hesitated for a moment but eventually pulled up my screen with no problems, so far so good. I began materializing a few things and testing everything out, I was fixed. "Thanks Bleep." I smiled and hugged my robotic friend close "Of course Jen."

"Chow time." Max suddenly called from the kitchen. Me, Albedo, and Bleep excited the back and sat down at the table where Max set the bowl in front of us, it smelled amazing. I was about to dig in but stopped myself, my eyes and digital lines glowed as I scanned the food for traces of anything I trusted worthy. "You never explained what happened to you, Jen," Max asked taking a sit with Kevin and Gwen. "Me, Albedo, and Kevin were beamed up by a robot one day and he tried taking over my body, this is the result, ...I don't hate it," I said and began eating after determining the food was safe.

Max and Gwen stared at me for a moment before they began eating again. "Mmm, what the crunchy stuff?" Kevin asked with a mouth full of food. "Dung battles," Max said with a smile, Kevin and Gwen both turned green and spat their food out the window. "Mm, it's a very nice crunch," Albedo said and I nodded in agreement.

"Jen!! Jen!!" everyone looked around only hearing laughter, but I heard Megawatt. Anything electrical began to spark, save me and Bleep, and Megawatt appeared from the TV and landed in my lap. "Hey, hey, heyheyheyheyhey, can I have their food since they don't like it, can I, can I, canicanicanicanicani?!!" "Whoa, Whoa, calm down, I don't think they would mind, but next time ask me, and I'll share." Megawatt zipped up and landed in Kevin's lap and began eating his and Gwen's food.

I chuckled and continued eating until an alarm went off. A screen came down between me and Albedo and extended over to Gwen and Max. "No way" "Yes" they both looked at the screen. "What is it?" I asked and Max turned the screen toward me "The mask of Ah Puch." Gwen said.

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"The mask of Ah Puch is the guide to the sword of Ek Chuaj," Gwen explained looking at the map being projected. "What kind of alien is Ek Chuaj?" Kevin asked, "Not alien, Myan, Ek Chuaj was the Mayan god of war, his sword is a very powerful weapon." Albedo explained that he looked really serious, just like Max and Gwen.

I shared a look with Kevin and he shrugged. We soon arrived at an oil mining company, "There probably keeping it in the basement." Albedo said then looked at me, "Jen, turn into Grey Matter and let us in." Albedo ordered and I was a little surprised. "U-Um, Ok." "Don't let us down, Jen" Max said sternly, I nodded then transformed and made my way to a gutter and crawled up.

Kevin pov

I watched Jen disappear into the gutter then looked to Max, Gwen, and Albedo. They all seemed intense, I know Jen didn't care about Max or Gwen but Albedo was a different story. "Hey, I don't really care, but you were a little harsh ordering Jen around like that," I said and Albedo glared at me. "We don't expect you to understand," Albedo said and walked out of the RV with Max and Gwen.

*I'm getting a bad feeling." Bleep said moving to hover beside my head. I nodded in agreement then followed after the others with Megawatt latched onto my back. I saw Jen open a cellar door and the others went down but Jen stayed. I put a little hustle in my step, "Hey, you okay?" I asked picking Jen up and holding her in the palm of my hand. "O-Oh, yeah," Jen said and I set her on my shoulder and followed after the others.

"Have you ever seen them this serious before?" I asked, "I've never seen anyone this serious before." Jen said and hopped off my shoulder, shifting back to a human. We kept following the others and eventually found ourselves in a room with a safe. Gwen hit the lock with that mana stuff and opened the safe. "Beautiful." Gwen, Max, and Albedo said in unison while staring at the mask.

"Nice of you to retrieve the mask for us." I turned and some armored dudes were standing behind us. "You guys!" Jen backed up a bit, "Nice to see you again, Jen, or do you go by Omni now?" the dude in the gold mask asked. "Who the heck are you guys?" I asked, "We are the Forever Knights, and we are here for the mask and Jen." I moved to stand in front of Jen.

"Run!" Gwen threw mana at the Forever knights and we all ran. "This is crazy!" I yelled as we ran. "This is pretty relaxed compared to another thing, and you know it," Jen said while charging an energy blast. Jen stopped and turned, firing at the Forever knights, knocking one of them down. "Jen, hurry up!" Albedo ordered harshly and Jen started running again.

We made it outside and to the safety of the RV. Max took off with a led foot making me and Jen fall and roll into the back of the RV. "Are you okay, Kevin?" Jen asked sitting up, "Yeah, but are you, Albedo was a little harsh." Jen nodded but I could see she was a little upset. 'Wait a minute, why do I care, I hate Jen. Right?' I shook my head and sat on the couch, Jen sat beside me pulled her knees to her chest, and pulled up her screen.

I leaned back and everything cooled down. "AH!!?" something rammed into the back of the RV, me and Jen pulled the curtains aside and saw the Forever Knights. "We got company," I said and Max sped up. I looked back out the window and saw two of the Forever Knights imp onto the RV. "There are on the roof!" I called and ran to the front with Jen. "It doesn't matter, we have the mask, that's the only important thing right now!!" Albedo snapped.

The door to the RV was kicked open and one of the forever knights jumped in. "Get lost!" Jen moved in front of me and put up a shield, pushing the knight back towards the door. The other forever knight broke through the roof and grabbed the mask and Jen. "Jen!" the forever knights jumped out with Jen. "Grandpa, they got the mask!" Gwen said she sounded so panicked and Albedo stood up, "I'm going to get the mask." he said.

Albedo jumped out of the RV and a hoverboard materialized under his feet. "What about Jen!?" "Jen will be fine!" Max snapped. I frowned and looked to Bleep, "Bleep, I need one of those overboard." Bleep disappeared into the back then returned with a black armband, like the ones I used to wear, minus the studs. "Here goes something." A deep gray screen pulled up and I saw a folder titled builds, I clicked it and saw the hoverboard.

"Whoa!!" I jumped out of the RV with the hoverboard under my feet. I flew to the Forever Knights car and Albedo was busy fighting one of the Forever Knights. I moved closer jumped in through the sunroof and landed beside Jen, "Hi," I kicked the head Forever Knight in the face knocking him out then did the same with the other.

"Jen, are you okay?" I asked looking at Jen, she had some weird shackles on, and they covered her hands. "Kevin, grab the mask, and let's go," Jen said and I nodded. I tucked the mask under my arm and climbed onto the roof, I reached down and helped Jen up. "Whoa!!?" The car suddenly sped up and me and Jen fell off, we rolled across the hot pavement. "Ugh, that hurt." I sat up and rubbed my head. "Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid!!" I looked up at Jen, she was on her knees smashing her shackles on the ground. "Jen, calm down," I said but Jen didn't listen. "Ugh, these stupid things cancel out my tech, and I can't transform because they electrocute me!! I should have planned for something like this!!" Jen began slamming the shackles down harder and crying.

"JEN, STOP!!" I grabbed Jen and pulled her into a tight hug, pinning her and between us. Jen kept crying and her body went slack in my arms. "It's okay Jen, you don't have to be prepared for everything, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." I wiped Jen's tears away. "I'm supposed to be a genius who can solve any problem and save the day, how can I do that when I can't even be prepared for something so obvious!?" Jen cried and more tears began streaming down her face. I sighed and hugged Jen again, "Jen, I don't know what to say to make you understand what I'm getting at, but I can say that it's gonna be okay." I hugged Jen a little tighter.

Me and Jen sat there for a few minutes before Jen tugged against my hug and I let her go. Jen had a soft smile, "I needed that, ...thanks, Kevin." I nodded then looked at Jen's shackles, "Let's get this off of you and get going." Jen nodded and held her shackled hands out to me.

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"Are we close?" I looked at Jen from my spot in the passenger seat. "Almost," I said holding the mask up to my face. "Hey, what did you call this thing again?" "Oh, it's called the Jungle Cruiser, good for tracking land and can just as easily track water." I smiled and Jen floored the gas, "WAH-HOO!!"

The Jungle cruiser your through the bushes and Jen stopped right in front of the temple the mask was guiding us to. "No one here," Jen said as we looked around, we were expecting a fight. "Let's take the upper hand while we have it," I said and put the mask on. The mask began guiding me to a secret entrance only accessible by pushing a brick. "Stay alert, Myans were known to put traps in their temples," Jen informed me, I nodded and we kept moving into the temple.

"It's too dark, I can't see!" I reached back and grabbed Jen's hand, "This thing gives me some great night vision." I said and pulled Jen along. I kept leading Jen until we reached a large set of wooden stairs with fires lit on the walls. I took the first step down and the step broke which resulted in the ceiling starting to crumble. "Watch out!!" Jen transformed into her bug alien and put me on her back, she began flying down, dodging the falling ceiling. "Left...right...back up...swerve!!" Jen eventually landed and changed back, we both groaned and held our stomachs.

"Is it possible to throw up in your stomach, because I think I just did...twice." I groaned and stood up. Me and Jen kept moving through the temple and eventually came to a room with a pedestal. "It looks like the mask." Jen pointed out. I took the mask off and put it in and the doors slowly opened and a bright light flooded out.

Jen pov

I and Kevin had to shield our eyes from the light. Once the light faded we stepped into the room and saw the sword on top of a pyramid. Me and Kevin shared a look and began climbing to the top, but we had to stop halfway. "Why is this thing so tall?" Kevin asked, "Your guess is as good as mine." I said.

I huffed then there was a growl and a big glob of slobber dropped between me and Kevin's feet. "Kevin, do you wanna turn around?" "Nope," I and Kevin shared a look then threw ourselves forward, narrowly dodging an attack. I turned and looked, "Ah Puch" I started at the giant guardian that nearly crushed us. "What do we do?" Kevin asked. I narrowed my eyes, "We pulverize him." I said and shifted into four arms, charging at Ah Puch. I heard Kevin laugh and saw him absorb the material of the ground beneath him.

"Albedo taught you something about your power?" I asked slamming Ah Puch on the ground. "He forcefully taught me, ...and by that I mean he tied me to a chair and forced me to learn," Kevin said and charged at Ah Puch repeatedly punching him in the stomach. I then threw Ah Puch down to the bottom of the pyramid, "Go get the sword, I'll stay here in case he gets up." Kevin nodded and started running to the top of the pyramid. Ah, Puch got up and started charging toward the top, I pounced on him and we tumbled back down to the bottom. Ah, Puch grabbed my scarf and began swinging me around slamming me into walls, down on the floor, and then dropped me before going after Kevin.

"No!" I pounced on Ah Puch and began beating him to the ground. The temple then began to shake and I looked up at Kevin, the sword had crumbled into nothing. I jumped up and grabbed Kevin and started running out of the temple. We were lucky enough to make it out just before the temple began to sink into the ground. I sighed and set Kevin down before collapsing and shifting back. "You okay?" Kevin asked I shook my head and shut my eyes.

I was suddenly picked up off the ground and carried. "I'll drive, you just rest." I smiled and nodded.

#ben10 #ben 10 #ben tennyson #au #female ben #gwen tennyson #kevin levin #max tennyson #ben 10 au #Albedo #ben x albedo #albedo x ben

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tinylilacbun · 3 years ago

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heyy can you do winterwidow x little reader when mommy nat go to mission and you're staying at home with daddy bucky? have a great day!!❤️

Alone With Daddy

(GIFs not mine)

Pairing: daddy!bucky x little!reader x mommy!Natasha

Warnings: Age Regression, fluffy!!!

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"Say 'bye bye momma'" Bucky waved at Natasha who was just about to walk on the quinjet that was standing in the yard with Clint waiting in it.

"Bye bye Mommy!" you shout and waved at her too.

Natasha smiled and blew you and Bucky a kiss before disappearing in the jet. You both watched how they took off and disappeared in the sky.

"We are all alone now doll. What do you wanna do?" Bucky asked and you smiled.

"Pway wif Daddy!" you wiggle in his arms and he let you down when he got back inside with you.

"Then go get your toys babydoll," he said and pat your bum two times, sending you off to your room.

You grabbed several different things, coloring books, puzzles, some board games, and your favorite stuffies.

You set everything on the couch table and handed Bucky your elephant stuffie.

"You get ta pway with Ellie daddy!" you grinned and sat down with your own stuffie.

You spend a long time playing together and a Bucky made you eat some sandwiches during it until you started to yawn sometimes and he noticed it was close to nap time.

"How about we cuddle and watch a movie baby?" he asked caressing your cheek and you leaned in his touch.

"No nap" you shook your head and Bucky tried to stop himself from chuckling.

"Not even when I got Mommy's milk in the fridge?" he quirks an eyebrow and your head shoots to him with sparkling eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Wan Mommy's milk!" you chanted and crawled over to him.

He picked you up and sat you down on the couch, handing you your stuffies and draping a blanket over you.

"I'm gonna be right back baby" he kissed your forehead and got to the kitchen to prepare your bottle.

"Daddy" you whine when it took him so long but you stopped when he came in with your Avengers themed bottle.

"What does my babydoll want to watch hm?" he asked while sitting down next to you while you snuggled close to his side, with your leg over him.

He grabbed the remote and scrolled through all the movies.

"What about the SpongeBob movie?" you nod and Bucky put on the movie, switching the remote with the bottle and holding it before your face.

You grabbed it with one hand while the other was holding onto his shirt and started to drink your milk.

You were just 10 minutes into the movie when your eyelids started to feel heavy but you were still trying to fight it. Bucky knows exactly what to do now, so he started patting your bum gently which soothes you all the time.

Soon you fell asleep still sucking on the already empty bottle that Bucky changed fast for your pacifier starting to close his eyes too when you got settled again.

You woke up later and didn't feel your daddy beside you which makes you frown. You rubbed your eyes and heard him talking somewhere.

You stood up with the blanket around you and waddled outside to the yard where the talking came from.

"Don't worry James. She's safe with us, I promise"

"I know, I know. Just come back soon yeah?" Bucky turned his head when he saw you coming out. "I have to go now, our babydoll woke up"

"See you both later. I love you" Natasha hung up and Bucky smiled at you, opening his arms.

You sat on his lap and placed your head on his shoulder.

"Was dat mommy?" you asked and he hummed. "Why didn you told me?"

"Because you were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you" he wrapped his arms around, rocking from side to side.

"Wan mommy..." you mumbled.

"I know baby, me too. She's coming back soon" he said and came up with an idea to light up your mood. "Do you want to help me make dinner?"

"Dunno"

"I'm making Pizza" he added with a smile and you smiled back, nodding your head. He stood up with you and carried you inside to the kitchen, placing you on the counter, the blanket tossed over a chair.

You helped Bucky everywhere you could and even were allowed to eat some of the toppings.

With the pizza being in the oven bucky looked at the time and saw there was some time until the pizza was ready.

"The pizza needs some time. What about you take a bath before?" he said and you crossed your arms.

"Only mommy knows how ta wash ma hair" you complained and he sighed.

"All right, how about we just wash your body? Mommy can wash your hair tomorrow then" he suggest and you nod, getting off the counter you rushed to the bathroom.

You were already choosing some bath toys when Bucky walked in and turned on the faucet of the bathtub, checking if it was the right temperature. He turned back to you and saw you holding the toys you picked.

"Let's get you out of your clothes" he took the toys from you and laid them in the tub. "Hands up doll"

You do as he said and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, helping you out of your pants, and pull-up next.

He took your hand and helped you step into the warm bathtub. When you began playing Bucky started to wash your body.

He used the showerhead to wash away the soap that was on your body and grabbed your toys, placing them in the little casket beside the tub.

"You smell that baby?" he asked and you sniffed. "That's our pizza that's almost ready"

You squealed and clapped your hands excitedly. Bucky picked you out of the tub and made you stand in front of him.

He grabbed a towel and started to dry your body, then wrapped you in it and picked you back up, carrying you to your room and sitting you down on the changing table.

"Which jammies do you want to wear? You can have the ladybug ones or your space ones" he held each of them up.

"Mmm...ma ladybug jammies pwease" you pointed at the red ones, smiling brightly.

He put them next to you and brought the other ones back into your closet. He walked back to you and grabbed a fresh pull-up, sliding them up your legs, then got you in your jammies.

He picked you up once again and made his way to the kitchen where he sat you down on your chair.

Taking the pizza out of the oven he put three pieces on your Disney-themed plate, placing it before you before sitting down himself with some pieces.

"Fank you Daddy," you said and started munching on your delicious self-made pizza.

"When we're done with eating we can watch a movie in mine and Mommy's bed together," Bucky said and you nod eagerly.

"Can I sweep in your bed today?" you asked with big eyes and he chuckled.

"Yes, babydoll, but only for today," he said and continued to eat.

When you were done you slumped against the chair with a huff. Bucky rubbed over your tummy, making you squirm a little.

"M so full Daddy" you sighed and he smiled at you. "Can't move anymore"

"Seems as if daddy has to carry you again hm?" he asked putting both your plates in the sink.

"Mhm!" you nod, holding your arms out for him.

"Silly baby" he rolled his eyes playfully and picked you up, looking behind him if there's anything to clean up. "Let's go and cuddle baby"

"Cuddle time! Cuddle time!" you cheered and Bucky let you fall on the bed, making you bounce up and down a little.

He changed himself into some shorts and a simple grey shirt before joining you on the bed and started to snore, pretending to sleep.

"Daddy I know you don seep. You still smilin!" you squealed when he started tickling your sides. "Daddy! S-Stop!"

"I can't help it, baby. You're just so adorable when you laugh" he said pecking your lips.

"Can we watch Toy Story? Is mama's favorite!" you said her blanket up to your nose smelling on it.

"Of course, we can babydoll. You all comfortable?" you nod and Bucky started the movie then pulled you closer to him, making you the little spoon.

"I wove you daddy" you mumbled and felt him kiss your head.

"I love you more"

When Natasha came back home everything was dark and quiet, the only thing to hear was the TV in her bedroom where the end credits of Toy Story were rolling.

She kicked off her shoes and tip-toed to her bedroom, smiling brightly when she saw you and Bucky cuddled up and sleeping peacefully.

She took off her suit and just put on fresh panties and a tank top, sliding under the covers next to you.

She turned off the TV and grabbed your paci that was on her nightstand, pulling your thumb out of your mouth and replacing it with the purple paci.

By all the movement Bucky woke up and lifted his head to see Natasha smiling down at you.

"Welcome home, my love" he whispered and she leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "Are you hurt or something?"

"No, don't worry. I'm fine, just tired. Did everything go well?" she asked her finger slightly brushing against your cheek.

"Yes, she was an angel, like always" he smiled closing his eyes again. "Good night, love"

"Good night" she whispers and finally laid down after kissing your forehead.

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rebelliousstories · 2 years ago

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I’d Risk My Health

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Adelaide “Honey” Corbin

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Brief strong language, fluff, light angst

Word Count: 2,136

Part of the Young Love and Old Money Series

Chapter 7//Chapter 9

Main Masterlist: Here

Summary: Ah… A wonderful day at the mall. Where nothing can go wrong.

June 28th, 2010

“Yes, mother. I’m just going to the mall with some friends.” Adelaide sat in the family car, enduring a lecture from her aforementioned mother.

“You better. I will not have you running around with that poor boy. You’re about to be married anyways. We don’t need that scandal disrupting this union.” Kasey Corbin’s perfectly manicured finger pointed at her daughter. Her sisters sat next to her, snickering at her. Adelaide simply sat there as the mall came into view. She tried to quietly get out of the car, and not endure her family for another minute, however her sisters had a different idea. Adelaide was shoved back by Eleanor and had her hair tugged by Priscilla. She took a deep sigh, and left to go into the building.

“Now girls,” their mother addressed them, “we’ll meet back at the car no later than 4 o’clock sharp. One minute late and you’ll be left behind and have to find your own way home.” Adelaide felt her mother’s eyes burn into her head. They were dismissed, and Adelaide felt like she could finally breathe. She walked around with an iced coffee in hand; her own little treat while she was away from her family. The young girl walked into the alternative clothing store and found something to try on. The door to the changing room locked behind her, and she tried to make herself busy. The time was 10:05 AM. Now she waited. The skirt she tried on was adorable but her mother would never let her have it in the house. A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts, and a piece of paper dropped underneath her door.

Honey.

She breathed out a sigh of relief that she was holding in. He clothes were switched back to normal, and she rushed out of the changing room. When she was out, she barreled straight into a familiar chest.

“Hey, Honey.” The young man sighed out, glad to have her in his arms once again.

“Hi, Robby.” She breathed out, very similar to how he responded. He pressed a kiss to her head, and squeezed her tight.

“Ready to get started?” He asked, pulling away from the hug. Their hands linked together and they made their way out of the store.

“Let’s go get ice cream, please!” Adelaide said giddily. Robert chuckled at her excitement, but let himself be pulled towards the food court. He paid much to Adelaide’s protest, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

“So what’s been going on with you, Robby?” The young girl spooned another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into her mouth.

“Just been preparing for boot camp. Momma ain’t too happy but pa is. I’m nervous about this final year of school but I know I’ll make it through. What about you?” His rocky road cone was slowly disappearing.

“Well, I’ve got to be prepared for a wedding in a few months. Once I’m done with high school, and eighteen, I’m getting married. Honestly your life looks better than mine.” She states sadly. Her eyes downcast, and her smile nonexistent. Robert reached his hand across and held hers.

“I promise ya, Honey. Imma get you outta here one day.” His tone was filled with so much optimism that she no longer had.

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to, Robby.” Adelaide stated. Robert smiled sadly and brought her up to look at him.

“Come on. Let’s go get candy.” And with that, they left to go explore the mall. Their first stop was to the movie theater to get tickets to a showing of Marmaduke. They had about an hour before they needed to be back at the theater, so the next stop; candy. The bulk candy shop was near the theater and Adelaide was looking forward to getting candy. Her mother didn’t allow normal treats in her home, so getting these, very much like the coffee, was a treat.

“You gonna save some room for popcorn later in the movie, Honey?” Robert chuckled at her eagerness to grab all the gummies for herself. Coca Cola bottle gummies filled a bag on their own, while Adelaide was smiling up at him. He paid for her candy, and Adelaide was getting tired of fighting with him on this. They walked around for a while, snacking and window shopping in different stores.

Adelaide and Robert were in a store, just looking at video games, when she saw a group walk in front of the window. Her sisters, and her sisters’ friends traveled with copious amounts of bags in their hands. One of the girl’s eyes came to scan her environment and locked eyes with Adelaide; her eyes widened in size when she noticed the boy next to her. Oh no.

Her stomach dropped. She felt a cold rush push through her body. That same girl she was looking at turned towards one of her sisters and said something, who then proceeded to look over at her sister inside the video game store, with an evil grin. Adelaide went to grab Robert and pull him to a deeper part of the store.

“Addie!” A shrill voice rang out. The girl stopped, and prayed that her sister hadn’t seen her. But a hand on her shoulder dashed any hopes that she hadn’t seen them in this part of the store. She felt her whole body tense up, and prayed that her sister didn’t notice. Robert still held her hand, but was looking cautiously at the girl that held Adelaide in her grasps.

“So, Addie,” one of her sisters draped herself over her shoulders, “who is this handsome stud? Aren’t you going to introduce us like a good sister?” This was definitely Eleanor. Eleanor was super boy crazy, and never missed an opportunity to meet and play with new ones. It didn’t matter that she was marrying a rich socialite.

“He’s my friend, Eleanor. Don’t you have enough male attention?” Adelaide questioned, shrugging off her sister’s arm.

“You don’t have to be rude, Adelaide. We were just curious.” Priscilla chimed in. The youngest of the Corbin women turned to face her.

“His name is Robert and we’re leaving.” Adelaide quickly grabbed the boy’s hand and walked out of the store. Robert stayed silent as they walked to the other end on the mall, Adelaide desperately trying to get away from her sister’s. She stopped at the end, and let out a deep sigh. Her whole body was tense.

“One day. I just want one day that they don’t torment me.” Her tone was defeated. She looked down dejectedly; she wasn’t good at hiding her emotions in front of him. Robert walked over to her and pulled the girl into his arms. She gripped his broad shoulders tight and let out a shaky breath. He readjusted his grip and gently tried to get her to calm down. Her breath wasn’t picking up which was a good sign, but she was still incredibly tense.

“One day, Honey, we’re gonna get out of here. You ain’t never gonna have t’ face them if you don’t wanna. I’m gonna take you away from here.” Adelaide took in his words. She didn’t believe them with how things were looking for their lives, but maybe someday those promises would be made a reality.

“Now, you ready for the movie?” Robert pulled away from his companion, and pointed them to the movie theater that was behind them. Adelaide smiled and nodded. She eventually gave up protesting when Robert bought them concessions, plenty of popcorn and soda to last them for the movie. Adelaide tried to keep her mind on the movie but it kept drifting to her sisters. Were they going to tell their mother? She had worked so hard for well over a year to sneak Robert back into her life. There were several times that her mother almost caught on but she never fully caught them. All Adelaide was doing was trying to enjoy her last bits of freedom before she was married off to some snotty socialite that was only after her because of her parents' money. Robert’s hand brought her head to his shoulder and made her lay down during the previews. She smiled and hugged his arm closer to her body while they watched the film roll.

“All I’m saying is now, I want a Great Dane.” Adelaide commented as they exited the movie theater. Robert chuckled at the girl’s excited speech. As they left the film, all Adelaide could talk about was the fact that she wanted to have a Great Dane one day and train it to do tricks and have it do silly shenanigans like Marmaduke.

“Honey, you gotta train great Dane’s really well. That’s a really big dog.” He pulled out some of the candy they got earlier and popped some gummies into his mouth. Adelaide reached across and stole some gummies as well. She looked at her watch; they only had a couple more hours left together.

“Do you wanna go get some actual lunch, Robby?” She asked sweetly. Said boy smiled down at her as he stopped in front of her. She gazed at him, silently begging him to get some food.

“Are you gonna complain about me paying for you, if we go get food?” His smile was teasing as Adelaide looked away bashfully. His hands came up and moved her face back to his.

“Are you?” He asked one more time.

“No…” she said shyly. He released her and grabbed her hand, before dragging her away to the food court. They sat down with their food and enjoyed their day together. Neither one chose to acknowledge that this might be the last time they can have a day like this for a while. They laughed, joked, and smiled all the way through their meal. But once Adelaide’s watch beeped at 3:00 PM, they wrapped it up. They walked down to where her car would be pulling around in an hour and sat down in an area with some chairs nearby.

“You ain’t gonna forget about me while you’re away at boot camp right?” Adelaide quietly asked, playing with Robert’s hands.

“How could I forget about you, Honey?” This made her stop.

“I mean, my family seems to do a pretty good job at it.” Robert brought her into his chest.

“I can’t forget about you, Honey. Not even if I tried. You’ve been by my side forever. I ain’t gonna forget you ever cause I-” he paused, unsure about continuing. But Adelaide caught on. She pulled away and looked Robert in the eyes.

“What’s that, Robby?” She questioned, trying to encourage him to continue.

“Doesn’t matter.” He looked away, unable to continue to look her in the eyes. But the hand on his chin made sure that he couldn’t escape her eyes.

“Robby, what were you gonna say? Come on, it’s just me. You can tell me.” He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to get the words to come out, but nothing would release. Right as he was about to talk, Adelaide’s watch beeped, alerting them of 3:45 PM.

“Shit. I’ve gotta go Robby.” She stood up so quickly, she almost fell back down. Robert got up to stabilize her and was given a very fast hug, and kiss on the cheek. Before she ran away, Robert was able to tug her back and give her a longer hug, and her own kiss on the cheek.

“Robby,” she giggled as the boy tried to keep her with him, “I’ve gotta go. But write to me. I’ll talk to you later. Bye Robby!” And she ran away. Robert smiled sadly as she left. He plopped down onto the chair that he had occupied and watched the direction she left in.

“I love you, Honey.” He had to get back home now, but that didn’t stop him from wishing he wasn’t going home alone.

Meanwhile, Adelaide was trying to school her expression as she approached her family waiting outside the car. But something wasn’t right. Her sisters were already there, but the mischievous smiles on both of their faces made her heart fall into her stomach. The girls got in, and her mother was already waiting inside. They all sat down and buckled up before their mother turned to them; she looked directly at Adelaide.

“I thought I told you, you were never going to see that poor boy again.” In her hands was her phone, and pulled up was a picture from earlier that day where you could clearly make out Adelaide; next to her was the clear image of Robert. She felt the emotion well up inside her. Of course her sisters wouldn’t miss a moment to torment Adelaide.

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moldy-mold · 2 years ago

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fall arrived sooner than we thought

How I’m doing... I feel like things are good now. Figured out a new weekly routine that combines a balance of work and enjoyment. I’m not gaming as much these days so I find more comfort in watching shows with my friends (though we live in different parts of the world). I look forward to that time every week.

Freelance illustration for weddings have seriously picked up though. I am pretty tired of doing it, but it only gets busy in short bursts so I feel like I can endure it until the holidays. Like usual, I will be taking a 2 week vacation doing nothing at home in FL for xmas. Very excited! I am terribly homesick and I miss my parents...

Kinda got into pizza. Like, I’m trying a different frozen pizza from the store every week just to compare them to restaurant pizza.

We had visitors... Some of my roommate’s friends from college came to visit. I wasn’t very close to them and I haven’t seen some of them since I graduated... So that’s like, 10 years ago? I thought it was going to be awkward but it turns out we had a lot more in common than before lol! Listen, card games unite people. One of them used to play YGO competitively (much respect) so we had a lot to talk about haha. One of the others likes R.Evil and S.Hill so there was even more for me to scream about! I think once I find mutual interests, the tension in my body disappears and I’m able to communicate like a normal person. We had a great time giving them the tour of ATL. It was nice to see the gardens again after several years.

Watched a number of films... October is usually our choice month for cinema. The spooky theme this year was gothic horror! The completed watch list: The Woman in Black (w/ Daniel Radcliffe) ◆◆◇ Crimson Peak (Tom Hiddleston) ◆◆◆ The Others (Nicole Kidman) ◆◆◆ 1408 (John Cusack, Samuel L Jackson) ◆◇◇ The House (stop-motion) ◆◆◇

My feelings about social media... I think it’s been long enough that I have successfully detached myself from it. My health improved greatly since I started limiting my time on twt. After some thought, I decided upon a new strategy in managing my platforms. Ironically, when I decide to come back is when everything catches on fire and people leave in droves. Typical clown behavior of mine.

Other than that, I’ve becoming less strict with my online persona (whatever that was) and I’m trying to comment more on people’s artwork. Let’s support each other!

The Plant Saga...

I finally got an orchid! That was on my wishlist for a long time, so I rescued “MOMO” from the dying plant sale section. It was $40 but I got it for $7. It’s my goal next year to get her to bloom again. It’s not complicated, but getting the right humidity levels might be challenging.

Last year, my mom gave me a Thai chili sprout that she grew from the seed of one of her own peppers. Weather permitting, my baby chili plant can finally grow some peppers of its own! Ultimately, I will be turning this plant into a bonchi (bonsai-chili) once it gets a bit larger. Turning plants into bonsai is my newly discovered hobby of the year lol.

I have some wildflower seeds that I started in the summer. I don’t know what’s in it. Just threw it in a pot to see what would survive. Hopefully I can get some blooms before the frost comes!

30 year old life goals... I stumbled upon a Jp vlogger one day and it changed me. Her videos are SO BEAUTIFUL! A lot of the time she’s just cleaning or cooking but it made me want to do it too... Also, I love her furniture so much! T_T They say that if you consistently expose yourself to people who you admire, they will naturally rub off on you. So I’m trying to watch all her videos while I’m working so I can absorb her vibes (and her furniture). 😂

Thanks for reading! Until we meet again...!

#diary

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streetlight11 · 3 years ago

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The Hybrid

Summary: She was just on her way back home when she met a little kitty desperately seeking for shelter under the heavy rain. She decides to bring it home, not realizing that she brought home a hybrid who could shapeshift into a cute, young boy.

Theme: hybrid au, strangers to lovers

Genre: fluffy

Warnings: a smidge of male nudity

WC: 1.7k

Pairing: Hybrid!Jeongin x Fem!Reader

a/n: Here's a very short fic of hybrid Jeonginie! :))) Also, Hyunjinie's baaaaack 🥺🍀❤️

Being a part time university student and a full time worker is definitely not the easiest thing in the world but with enough motivation and perseverance, one is able to go through the difficult time if they keep their mind set and strong. With that being said, Y/N keeps this in mind whenever she feels tired or overworked.

Today was no different as she ended her night class and was just heading back home. She had just boarded off the bus and was walking towards her apartment building that was four blocks down when it started to rain heavily without a warning.

People started running for shelter and so did she. After she managed to hide herself under the roof of a closed tattoo parlour, she heard soft meows coming from somewhere.

She looked around, only to see a box that was drenched wet and was probably about to collapse anytime soon.

Suddenly, she saw a small head popping out for a second only to disappear back inside the box.

For some reason, she wanted to save the poor kitty as she left the shelter only to be drenched again in the rain. She carefully approached the box, only to see a beautiful light brown cat soaked in the rain just shivering under the box.

“Oh no, you poor baby…” She whispered as she reached out to pet the cat but instead it bit her wrist and hissed sharply at her.

She let out a soft wince but never pulled her hand away too quickly, causing the cat to stare at her with narrowed eyes, obviously not trusting her at that current moment.

“It’s okay little one, I’m gonna take care of you. It’s too cold out here isn’t it?” She asked as the cat hissed again.

Just then, a small smile appeared on her lips as she told the cat not to go anywhere as she quickly left to go to the small pet store down the road to get some canned cat food for it.

The kitty watched intently as Y/N looked left and right before running across the road. She came back about 5 minutes later with a plastic bag filled with a variety of cat food. She was happy to see the cat still there as it meowed at her when she came squatting back down in front of the box.

“Do you still not trust me?” She asked as she reached out carefully to put her hand in front of the cat’s face. The rain wasn’t heavy anymore but it hasn’t stopped either. The cat hissed at her again but it didn’t sound like the one before.

She left her hand there as she waited to see if the cat would finally give in to her.

It took the cat at least 3 minutes to slowly sniff her palm and fingers, and when it could sense that she meant no harm, it carefully pushed its nose against her cold palms. Y/N giggled as she gently scratched the cat’s cheek, making it purr in her hand.

“Come on, let’s get you a proper shelter.” She said as she kept the food in her bag, before she reached down to pull the cat out, only for it to leap into her arms.

She smiled as she soon carried it back to her apartment.

Once inside, she placed the cat down on the ground only to see it carefully scan her house. She giggled as she began to walk towards her kitchen, only for it to jump when she walked past it.

“Make yourself at home but please don’t poop or pee everywhere. I’m already tired from work and school.” She warns as the cat only meows as a response.

She kept the cat food in her cabinet, leaving one can out as she took two plastic bowls to put it’s food and water in it. After she was done, she placed it on the floor right at the edge of the hallway nearest to the living room.

“Come here.” She called as the cat came jogging down the hall.

It devoured the food and water in less than 10 minutes as Y/N had quickly changed out of her wet clothes and into a cozy oversized hoodie. After the cat was done having it’s dinner, she had a towel in her lap as the cat jumped into it after she called it.

She was just wiping the cat dry when she began to brainstorm ideas for a name.

“Since you’re mine now, what should I call you?” The cat began to purr as she thought of names.

“How about coco?”

The cat’s lips curled in disgust, making her laugh.

“Cookie?”

Nope.

“Brownie?”

Nope.

“Mocha?”

No.

Y/N sighed as she ran out of ideas. Just then, she figured to just settle with something easy for now since it wasn’t really a big issue to have names for a pet.

“You know what? I’ll just call you baby for now okay?” With that, the cat meowed as it nuzzled its head into her hand, making her stroke its fur softly. Without realizing, it has already been 4 months since she took in the beautiful brown kitty, in which she found out that it's a male.

However, during the past 4 months, she found it weird that sometimes her chores would be done and that her house would always be spick and span whenever she came home. But she never really figured out who did it.

It was a Saturday evening, she was just laying on her couch with her kitty on her tummy as she pats his head softly when it suddenly purred while nuzzling its head on her tummy. She giggled as she pulled it up only to meet her face.

“Give me kisses baby…” She said as it licked her nose and soon her lips. Her soft giggles made the kitty purr as it nuzzled it’s head into her neck.

A few days later, Y/N felt a really nice warmth engulfing her from behind. She unconsciously snuggled deeper against the source as she then felt arms squeezing their hold around her waist, causing her to finally come back to reality.

She frowned and got confused. Since when did she have a boyfriend?

She slowly glanced over her shoulder, only to see a handsome guy laying behind her, and he was… shirtless?

With that being said, she leaped out of bed with a short little scream.

It stirred him awake as she glanced down, only to accidentally see him in his pure naked form when the covers got pulled off his body. She squeaked in shock as she covered her eyes as she pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Wh-What! How! W-Who are you?! Why are you naked and in my bed?!” She peeked through her fingers only to see him still uncovered but he was slowly growing conscious.

“I’m your baby.” He said with a sleepy smile as he pulled the covers over his legs to rest it over his hip.

“You have got to be kidding me. I don’t have a boyfriend!”

“Not boyfriend, dummy. I’m your cat.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, unable to believe his words. Though she was pretty sure she saw a tail gently swaying behind his form and the cute furry ears on top of his head, she thought she was imagining things.

“You’re a weirdo. Get out.” She frowned as she pointed to her bedroom door, only for him to smirk.

“Why? Afraid to accept the fact that your kitty is a very good looking guy?” He asked as he got out of bed, only for her to squeak when he stood there naked, covering her eyes again before he stopped right in front of her.

She carefully pulled her hand away only to see him smile down at her, the corner of his lips tugging upwards sharply just like how a cat smiles.

He soon licked the tip of her nose, making her jump.

“Scratch behind my ear.”

“Why?”

Just do it.”

With hesitant hands, she reached up, only to scratch behind his ear causing him to purr as his tail moved in a soft fluid motion from left to right.

Just then, his hands rested on her waist only for him to start kneading her flesh. He always did this in his cat form so for him to do this to her now, it made her feel something weird pooling in her stomach.

“The name’s Jeongin by the way.” He whispered as her eyes darted up to him, only to see the smirk on his face.

With that, she pulled away from him only to find a men's sweatpants in her closet. He slipped the pants on and soon, he wrapped his arms around her waist only for him to speak up against the skin of her shoulder.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, making her blush in embarrassment.

“W-What?!"

“Ever since the night you took me in, I’ve been wanting to thank you for saving me but I didn’t know how so-”

“Is that why you’ve been licking my lips all these while?” She asked, only for him to nod bashfully.

Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up as he smiled, pulling away from her as he walked around to face her with a little pout on his face. She stared at him in disbelief as he licked the tip of her nose again but it was more like a little lick instead of a long strip.

She sighed as she found his eyes and soon spoke up.

“Fine, but just that. Nothing else, understood?” She warned, only for him to nod like a little boy.

With that, a bright smile appeared on his face as he cupped her face on both sides and soon kissed her passionately. She found herself melting against his lips as she couldn’t deny that he was such a good kisser.

Jeongin pulled away only to let his lips linger on top of hers as he whispered.

“Thank you for saving me Y/N.”

“You're welcome Jeongin.”

She proceeded to smile as she dragged him to bed only to force him back to sleep as they slept in each other’s arms. Never did she think this day would come where she finds out that the stray cat she rescued turns out to be a hybrid who was gorgeous in his human form.

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anxiousstark · 4 years ago

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The Aura Painter | DOB

Painter! Dylan x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 12K (12.057)

Warnings: Mentions of sexism, masturbation (mutual or solo), unprotected sex (this is a fic, be safe), cum play, breeding kink, filthy tbh, some cliché romance scenes. This is my second time writing ‘smut’. But this is the first time writing something so long and so filthy, bear with me.

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve had in mind for so long. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed imagining it. And of course, writing it. If you do, please give it some love and share it. The biggest solo piece I’ve ever written!

BIG MASTERLIST | KO-FI

Words you must know for the fic:

Onism (n.) the awarness of how little of the world you will experience.

Heriaeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you canot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning. the grief of lost places of your past.

Elysian (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

The droplets of rain fell against the glass, leaving a trail which I followed with my gaze. The glistening tear of water disappeared before I could place my finger against the window and imitate that I could command its movement.

The sky seemed to cry, turning a darker shade. Perhaps the sky had lost a lover or perhaps, the one they loved was far from its reach. I could not tell as I never experienced one of those stories.

The books I had to read as a child were those who would teach me how to act and think. But those I read on the confines of my room when everyone was sleeping were different. Those told the story of a beautiful lady who wished to be rescued by a gentleman. I would try not to squeal under my blanket, as that was something, a lady of a high position should not do.

I glanced at the sky again as it screamed, lightly swaying the trees outside while his droplets of tears wetted everything under itself.

"M'lady," I corrected my form, trying to look as straight as possible. Turning around, I glimpsed directly into a pair of green eyes that seemed to lose their brightness as the seasons passed. Those eyes used to be the brightest ones in this palace, but now they were almost colourless, decorated by a couple of wrinkles. "Your mother is asking for your presence at her table."

That was unusual. My mother was a sophisticated distant woman who liked to spend time on her own. Hence, she tried to escape from her responsibilities as a Queen while having breakfast by herself. She would relax outside in the gardens. A small white table filled with her preferred meals, and even if she sought to convince herself, and lie to me about her drink being just a mere juice, everyone knew it wasn't.

"Tell me, Harold," While walking through the corridors of the palace, I noticed once again the monotony. The clicking of my heels appeared to be the only sound, except the melody of the rain falling against hard surfaces. "Did the Queen seem mad?"

Harold tried not to chuckle, knowing that if my parents or any of my siblings were near, he would end up getting struck by executing such a natural gesture. "I must say that the Queen did not ask for the cello man to accompany her this morning with some music."

I gasped, glancing at him to discern if he was teasing me. Harold had been in our family for so many years. I dare to say that he was in this palace before anyone else.

"She must be quite mad, then." I bit my lower lip, trying to think what of the things I have done could have gotten her mad, and how she had discovered them. "Perhaps she found the romance novels hidden in my room?" I muttered to myself.

"M'lady," Harold opened the door to the great hall. "She preferred to eat her breakfast in here as it is raining cats and dogs outside." He whispered, letting me walk in first. I silently nodded my head, wandering closer to my mother, who was sitting on the farthest place even though she was on her own. "My Queen. The young Lady has arrived. If my services are required, I will be waiting outside to escort the young Lady back to her room."

I shivered as soon as Harold left the room, wishing he could have stayed with me. But of course, he did not deserve the wrath of my mother. While walking closer to her, my clicking heels seemed to resemble the countdown of a bomb that would explode shortly.

"Take a seat, my darling," She demanded as soon as I was close to her. I swallowed, swiftly grabbing the skirts of my dress. I sat down on the white chair in front of her. She coughed. "Someone quite similar to the young Lady of the palace has been seen on the street market." A newspaper was placed on top of the table, facing me.

I swallowed one more time. "Must be someone who resembles me." I attempted to sound confident. "I am afraid that happened on Friday, and I take piano, courtesy and manner classes that day."

"Tell me, darling," She faked a smile. Her dark brown eyes, studying my position and expressions. "May I ask how you knew this happened on Friday as the article does not say something like that?"

"I-." Her stare became even more intimidating. "Guessed?" I squinted my eyes, perceiving that she would raise her voice to inhuman levels.

"Nor did you only skip your classes, you also lied and went outside on your own." Her tone was sharp. "Hideous things could have happened to you. Do you know what this could mean to your brother's throne?" Of course, this was about my dear brother. "The sister of the future King of Onism does not follow the rules of the palace. Then, what should they expect from their new King?"

"I did not do anything inappropriate, mother." I sighed, shifting my gaze to look at her directly. "I did not get in trouble, and as you can perceive, I am all right."

She rolled her eyes, which surprised me as she always claimed for that gesture not being refined. "And books," She pointed to one of the chairs, where I noticed all my favourite romance novels resting upon it. She had found them.

"May at least have some privacy in the confines of my bedroom?" I was mad, but raising my voice to her would get me in even more trouble. "Those," I referred to the pile of books that were my most precious property. "Those are mine."

"Not anymore," She got up, grabbing one of them and examining the title. "Romance novels? When will you understand that nothing like this happens in real life?"

I felt a little strength going through my body. "That book, in particular, describes the love story of the author! It is a romance that happened to her in real life. It is not fiction."

"But that woman was not a princess, was she?" I shook my head as she waited for my answer. "However, you are one. Even if you do not have anything to do with the future throne of Onism, your brother does, and you must behave like a princess." She walked closer to the fireplace. My eyes widened, and I gasped loudly. "You are a woman and a princess. The only thing you must worry about is making your future husband happy while following his rules, even if you do not love him." She opened the book, her skinny finger ripping some of the pages, and in the process, shattering my heart. "You will get married to someone you do not love, just to unite two countries." She let the book slip from her fingers. Falling to the fire, and burning as much as my eyes were burning due to the tears. "Stop filling your head with stories that will never happen to you. You are dismissed."

I got up from the chair, slightly glancing at the pile of books. I knew they would end up in the fireplace, slowly burning. I bowed my head. "I apologize, mother." She made a gesture with her hand, instructing me to leave the great hall.

My head was down as I walked to the door, wishing to exit the room and rant to Harold. "Wait," The voice of my mother interrupted my walk. "Get prepared as in two hours a man will come to paint a portrait of you. We will send the portraits to different future Kings of other countries that have shown interest in courting you."

"Yes, mother." I could not argue.

As I came out of the room, I noticed Harold's gaze fixed on me. I shook my head, letting him accompany me to my chambers. While walking through the long corridors, I glanced outside the windows. I reminded myself that I would never dance under the rain with someone while we laugh and kiss. I will never be caressed with love. I will only be touched with the purpose of bringing an heir to someone. An heir that would have to live the same dull life as me.

Going inside my bedroom, Harold bowed his head while he walked away. However, three ladies that worked in the palace entered my room, ready to assist me. I could not even take a bath on my own, nor could I dress by myself as the three of them did it for me.

"The painter will be here soon, ma'am," Rosetta informed, deciding to stay in the room as a lady should not be alone in a room with a man who is not her beloved husband. "He is a painter from town, said to have a gift."

"Is he quite known?" I asked to continue the conversation as I did not want to be rude. Nonetheless, the image of my books burning was the only thing in my mind.

"He is known in town for doing amazing portraits in exchange for food and a place to live." My curiosity peaked at the comment. "Royals are quite interested in getting their portraits done by him. Though, he had denied their offers." I looked at her with confusion. "He does not want to be related to any royalty member." I nodded my head, understanding why he did not want that.

There were two knocks on the door, indicating that the painter was here. I was quite surprised as my mother wanted the portrait to be painted in my private chambers. "Please, come inside."

When the door opened, a tall man came inside. He was probably around 5' 10". Wide shoulders that were covered by dark brown clothes. It seemed to be his best attire. Even though you could see the cheap fabric, and how he had tried to cover some holes and get rid of some stains. He had tried to gel his hair back. At first, I thought his hair was black until a streak of light fell on him, and I discerned it was a little lighter than that.

His light brown eyes fell on me, and studying them in-depth, I noticed that they resembled to be hazel. He bowed his head. "Uhm, it is a pleasure to meet you, Princess. I am here to-."

I offered him a smile. "Welcome to the palace," I bowed my head a little, which seemed to surprise him. "Please, do not call me Princess. It is fine to call me Lady." I gestured to one of the chairs in my room. "Please take a seat. It must have been a bumpy ride to the palace."

While sitting down, he nodded his head. There was a big black binder between his hands. Noticing my gaze on it, he quickly opened it, showing different canvas. "I can make different types of portraits. I thought I should bring some examples for the Pri-, Lady to choose the one she fancies the most." He stretched his arm, providing his drawings for me to look at them.

"May I ask for your name, sir?" My eyes focused on his drawings, understanding why everyone wanted to get their portrait done by the young man.

"My family name is O'Brien, while my name is Dylan, my Lady."

I nodded my head while still focused on his magnificent paintings. However, one in particular seemed to grab my full attention. It was the portrait of an elder, who appeared to be looking deep into me. He was skinny, and by his clothes, I could tell he was poor. He was sitting on a chair, and I almost gasped when I discerned that he had a missing leg. His expression was warm, a gorgeous smile decorating his face. Though, you could see that he had missing teeth.

"Did you find any equivalent style to what you desire?" His soft voice snapped me from my thoughts.

"May I ask?" I turned the portrait around, giving it back. His eyes examined the elder he had drawn. "Why is he smiling, but there are shadows around him?" I had noticed that the elder was smiling. However, black and grey adumbrations were around his figure. Some resembled horrible monsters. Especially a grey shadow that resembled a demon, resting upon his head.

He chuckled. "Those are the ones people in town ask the most." He glanced at me. "I draw their exterior as they want other people to see them. But then, around them, I draw what I can perceive or what I learnt about them." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Sadly, this man passed away a couple of weeks ago due to a cold." He licked his bottom lip. "He had offered me a home for a couple of days, and of course, he had proposed food in exchange for a portrait. Those days, I learnt many things while listening to his stories. I noticed that the man was attempting to look happy for his sick wife, whom he loved with his entire soul."

I fidgeted on my seat. "What happened, then?" I curiously asked, making him grin.

"He was not happy. He was afraid of losing the love of his life because death had knocked a couple of times on their door." He glanced at the painting. "Their children had married to people in higher positions, ignoring the elderly couple and not helping them with medicines. He was 87 years old, working in the town market. He was selling vegetables that he was cultivating by himself." He decided to continue as he saw that I was expectant of knowing more. "He never lost the smile for anyone, even if people did not treat him right. And of course, when arriving at his house, he would maintain the smile for his wife."

"Then," I tried to hide my teary eyes. "Those dark shadows..."

"Those are the monsters he tried to hide, but that I got to meet. The fear of losing his wife, the frightening feeling of wanting to end his own life, the fear of not having money to pay for his wife medicines, and so much more."

"And what happened to them?" Rosetta coughed, indicating me to fix my posture, and I quickly did, which made him furrow his eyebrows.

"As I said, one of his biggest fears was that they did not have enough money to pay for his wife's medicines." He peeped at the ground for mere seconds. "She died in her sleep. Her body could not hold the pain anymore, and she faded away."

"What about the old man?"

He nodded his head, his gaze shifting to the portrait. "He passed away in his sleep too. There was a smile in his face."

I blinked, affected by the grievous story of those who had to fight to survive. "I want one of those!" Both Rosetta and Dylan looked at me with surprised expressions decorating their faces. "I would like one of those portraits."

"My Lady, I'm sorry to intervene on matters that I should not. But I do not think the Queen will like such a portrait to be sent to those who are interested in courting you." She was right.

"She will not look at the portrait. Harold will be the one sending them." I affirmed, knowing that my mother would not dirty her hands for anything.

"It could get the young man in trouble, my Lady."

I glance at the man, who was looking at Rosetta until his eyes met mine. "Yes," I smiled, even though I was upset. "You are right. Then," I studied a portrait, a simple one. "I would like this one." Dylan nodded his head.

"It would take a couple of days to finish it. But I will be staying in the palace for the time being." He informed. "Is there any time of the day where you prefer to spend your time just standing in front of me?" He blushed a little. "Just for the portrait, of course."

"Tuesdays and Fridays I must spend receiving 'Lady classes'. The rest of the days and hours, I will be in here." I sighed, offering him another smile. "Did they give you directions for the room where you will stay?" Nodding his head, he showed me a piece of paper with some important directions to places of the palace that he could visit. "Your bedroom is at the end of this corridor. You are lucky as it is empty, except for me and Harold's room." Of course, he had met Harold already. "I must warn you not to leave your room after 11 pm as there are guards everywhere." I got up from my chair. "Rosetta," I pointed at her. "She will bring every meal to your room. Do not hesitate if you need to ask them something. There are a bathroom and a study in your chambers."

Before he could answer, the door of my chambers opened. A broad man stumbled in with decisive steps, and fury adorning his face. I gulped, stepping back before I could hold myself.

The man threw a newspaper at me, hitting my chest. Glancing at the floor, I witnessed the same newspaper my mother had been holding a couple of minutes ago. "Again?" His voice was sharp. "Did you escape again to buy those stupid books?" I shook my head. "Oh, yes, you did. Mother told me." His boots sounded like thunders as he walked closer. "I do not desire to hear any rumour of how my sister is not acting like a lady." My brother Evans glared at me. "If my future in the throne is affected by your stupid imagination and ambitions, I swear I will do whatever I must do for you to learn your lesson."

"I am s-."

"Do not you dare speak back to me!" He screamed. His gaze shifted to Dylan, who was standing too, eyes widened and what seemed anger decorating his face. "Are you the painter?" He nodded his head. "Try to make her attractive in the portrait. Hopefully, some rich soon-to-be King from another country will want to marry her." He peered at me. "Luckily, he will know when a woman needs a genuine beating to act like a lady or a wife." Those were his final words as he left the room. I finally could breathe.

"Uhm," My legs shook, and I attempted to hide it. "As I said before if you need anything, do not hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, my Lady." He got up from his chair, clutching his paintings. "Is it all right to start with the portrait tomorrow morning?" I nodded my head, wishing him goodnight as he left my bedroom.

"Rosetta," Her hands were behind her back, respectfully. "Tell Harold that I demanded not to be disturbed tonight. Not even for dinner." She nodded her head, bowing and leaving me on my own.

I sighed, wandering closer to a full-body mirror that decorated one of my walls. The moment I feared the most was getting closer. I would marry someone whom I do not love. I would marry someone whose eyes would not hold back from gawking at other women. And with those thoughts in mind, I went to sleep.

The following day, I decided to have breakfast and lunch in my chambers, not wanting to face my mother or my older brother. I had convinced Harold to stay outside my room, wanting to be on my own with Dylan. I thought that I would feel more comfortable if I didn't have someone constantly checking my posture or warning me of what should not say. Moreover, I also believed that a painter needed his privacy to reflect his art on a canvas.

I was stunned toward the bright day outside. Looking out of the window, I saw my little siblings running around the garden as some servants followed them. They were probably making their job even more complicated. Alexander and Victoria were quite the troublemakers. However, I was thrilled for them as they would not have to follow such strict indications, as to the ones I had to obey.

"Are those your siblings, my Lady?" Scared by the prompt presence, I turned around. Dylan was standing there, holding a big canvas and a briefcase, which I assumed held his painting materials. "I apologize if I alarmed you. Harold permitted me to come inside."

I nodded my head. "Yes, they are twins." I offered him a smile as he grabbed a chair, placing it in front of me. I discerned that my back was resting against the wall, and I quickly moved to stand straight. "Oh, please, no." He extended his arm. "Would it be okay for you to go back to that position? The light was caressing the right side of your face. There was a beautiful contrast." I swallowed, nodding my head while resting my back against the wall. I heard him chuckle. "Please, do not worry. It is okay for you to blink, breathe or swallow. It is also okay for you to do light movements."

"May I talk?"

"I am not great at holding conversations, but I will try my best, my Lady." He placed the blank canvas on the easel. His hands worked fast while taking out his painting material from the briefcase. "If it is not rude," He swallowed, probably questioning himself if it was okay to continue speaking. "I have noticed some books lying under the bed," I glance at my bed. Noticing that some books could be seen, which meant he was good at observing and that I did not hide my books correctly. "What books do you read?"

"Well," I gulped. "I read books about manners a lady should have in front of males and for the table. I study geography too as I must know the rest of countries for future alliances, and-."

"I apologize, my Lady." He wetted his brush. "Perhaps I formed the question wrongly. I wanted to know which books you enjoy."

My mouth opened as no one has ever asked me such a question. "You will think I am a typical young girl."

"Cannot think like that, my Lady." He mixed some colours. His painting brush, caressing the canvas delicately. "You are not a typical young girl. You are the Princess of Onism." Though those words shattered my heart, he was right. I would never be a 'normal' girl as my life was nothing like the one of an ordinary lady. "However," He continued. "When you paint someone, you get to comprehend them deeply. I believe I might discover that you are an ordinary human at heart. Something beautiful that would separate you from cold-hearted royalty." I was surprised by his words as people would not dare to talk of royalty like that.

I offered him a smile. "You might." He got distracted for a couple of seconds. His eyes navigated from the canvas to me, trying to retain my features and the folds of my clothes. "Romance." I was flustered. "I do truly enjoy romance."

"I presume something you will experience as soon as these portraits are sent."

I shook my head. "Something I presume I will never experience." His eyebrows furrowed once again. "Royalty men have the right to choose whom they will marry, even if they do not love them. Women will have to accept whomever their parents choose for her." My gaze shifted to the window for a couple of seconds. "It is my destiny."

He stopped painting for mere seconds, staring at me while slowly blinking. "Destiny can be changed." I shook my head. "It can," He nodded his head. "It might be scary or go against the rules. But destiny can be changed by the decisions you make. Only you are the sailor of the ship." He grinned. "That is something my father used to say."

"Used?"

"He passed away." He gritted his teeth. "He was a great painter too. Better than me." To my curious gaze, he decided to continue. "My mother left when I was a baby. She fell in love with a younger man, leaving my dad and me." He gulped. "Therefore, I would not dare to say that I have seen love as my mother left without looking back."

"H-Have you experience love, sir?"

"Please, call me Dylan, my Lady." There was a comfortable silence between us as he seemed to be concentrating on the portrait. "Not sure I did. Love is not what is shown in books. Nonetheless, I would like it to be like that."

"I cannot agree or disagree." I offered a sad smile, trying to hide my tears. "May we take a rest?"

He glanced at the clock hanging on my wall, nodding his head. "I apologize, time went by so fast." He cleaned and placed his paints inside his briefcase. "Good night, my Lady." I bowed back to him as he closed the door.

I waited for a couple of minutes, opening the door and seeing Rosetta waiting there. "Where is Harold?" I glance around, hoping to see the grey-haired man.

"He had to take care of some issues." She replied, looking nervous. "Do you need anything, my Lady?"

I quickly nodded my head. "I expect no dinner today, and I demand to be left alone." She furrowed her eyebrows, and before she could speak back, I stopped her. "I would like to take my nightly bath on my own, please." She nodded her head, walking away after wishing me a good night.

I closed the door of my chambers, quickly locking it as I rapidly walked into my bathroom, doing the same thing to the door. Walking closer to the bath, I turned on the faucet. I checked the temperature of the water until it was lukewarm.

I sighed as my hands went to my back, untying my dress. As the clothes fell to the ground in a surprisingly elegant manner, I appreciated not being forced to wear a corset. My legs shook as I placed one inside the water until I was sitting down.

I have read in books how a woman and a man would fall in love. A passion that they could not resist. An absolute passion that would make their hands wander through their bodies, wanting to feel each other as close as possible. I have read it so many times that I could lie to my head, making it think that I have experienced something like that.

I have read the way hands seem to burn on the skin, and how breathing becomes more arduous. And how after being pleasured, you need it over, and over again.

I sighed, feeling my nipples hardening, and I learnt they could do so even if the temperature was not cold. My left hand gripped the edge of the bathtub as the right hand rested on my chest. I decided it was time to move it, and closing my eyes, I left it to wander down while grazing my nipples.

When my fingers caressed my tummy, they seemed to become shy. Not used to the places they were descending. I have read books, but I have never experienced the feeling, which made me feel curious.

I tried to remember all the books. My fingers ended up placed on top of my bundle of nerves, and just the mere touch made me shiver from excitement. I slowly moved them in circles, adding more pressure, little by little. The temperature down there seemed to get warmer to the point where it burned. I could not avoid the need to move my fingers faster.

My left hand continued to grip the edge of the bathtub, but this time harder as my mouth opened and my vision became blurry. I felt this strange sensation. I felt like I was going to urinate inside the warm water, and even though I felt quite disgusted by the thought, I could not stop my fingers. They moved in circles, faster and adding much more pressure.

And it came. A rush of pleasure came over my body, and I could not hold back the moans escaping my mouth as I peeped down between my legs. My intimate parts turned red due to temperature and agitation. Then, I regarded the water near it, looking less transparent. So that was it. That is what a woman felt after pleasuring herself.

Curiosity invaded me even more, and I wanted to experience more further.

A couple of days had gone by, and the portrait was already looking amazingly good. I did not have any doubt of Dylan's talent as I have seen some of his works.

"Has anyone shown you around?" We had got a little closer as we spent many hours together for the portrait. He shook his head, taking off his dark green beret, and resting it on a nearer seat as he proceeded to mix some colours. "Would you like to see the gardens and the horses?"

His eyes widened. "Horses, my Lady?" I chuckled at his expression, nodding my head.

"Eight to be exact." His eyes widened even more. I remembered everything he had told me about himself, especially his love for horses. "We could take a rest. I feel dizzy from the smell of paint." He promptly nodded his head, halting and resting his brush on top of an antique plate stuffed with remains of paint.

Strolling through the gardens, I peered at him. He seemed content, having the chance to smell the fresh air mingled with the scent of the white roses that decorated our gardens. "White roses are your favourites." He had surprised me while retrieving such a simple, but a unique fact about me.

I nodded my head. "I prefer them over red roses. Those are overrated." He laughed, making my heart beat loudly. Dylan was an attractive man, and these past days I could not stop my body and my heart from reacting as soon as my gaze met his. "The stables are over there." I pointed to a couple of meters away from us. I extracted my arm as I felt something falling on it. "Oh, it seems like it will start drizzling." We walked faster to the stables, almost running as the rain appeared to fall swiftly upon our clothes. "You will adore Arden. He is my hor-." I was interrupted as I saw two bodies stirring frantically against each other. Their moans, invading the stables. "Wh-." A hand covered my mouth while another dragged me off the stables. Dylan and I ran under the rain, getting as far as possible from the horses' house.

Both of us gawked at each other in astonishment. "Maybe my eyes deceived me. However, I believe that was Harold?" He seemed as shocked as me.

"They did not trick you." I gulped. "May I add that woman was my mother?"

His eyes widened even more. "T-The Queen?" I nodded my head. "I am so sorry, my Lady."

"I am not angered by the fact she was committing adultery! I know my father is no saint." I gritted my teeth. "I am mad by the fact she lives a miserable life. In which she had to marry a man she does not love, and she wants to impose the same duty on me!" My hands reached my hair, fingers clutching it. "It is not fair for her to desire the same dull and cruel life for me!" Dylan kept quiet, allowing me to rant. "Why must not I experience falling in love with someone? I crave to be touched by adoring hands, not dirty ones that will not care about my desires and will expect for an heir to be conceived." I sighed. "I ache to live that romance until the day I die." I let my posture fall, whining. "Why cannot I be kissed by someone truly interested in me? Why cannot I be touched by someone who desi-."

My speech was interrupted as Dylan's hands rested on my cheeks. His lips were tightly pressed against mine. I have read how a kiss was mostly controlled by the fight of tongues, aspiring to be the dominant one. But this was just a simplistic kiss.

"Oh my-." His eyes widened as my mouth fell open. "I apologize for my behaviour. I do not know what came over my mind for me to-." My hands were now covering his cheeks as I bought him closer. My lips were awkwardly pressed against his. He separated from me, blinking dumbfoundedly. "Close your eyes." I did. "Open your mouth a little, my Lady." His thumb drew my lower lip downwards. As he got closer, I felt his tongue stroking my bottom lip.

My hands were pushed against his chest as I gripped his white shirt between my fingers. One of his hands had to wander to my lower back as my legs shook. His tongue was now grinding against mine, and not knowing what to do, I mimicked his actions. My mouth instinctively melted against his.

"You will be the death of me, my Lady." He held me closer. His right hand, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Literally."

The following day, I walked to the great hall, confident enough not to knock on the door before stepping inside. My mother seemed shocked to be interrupted by my presence, as she gripped the teacup tighter.

Harold wandered behind me, fear written all over his features as he had never seen me disrespecting my mother in such a way.

I gestured for the cello man to leave the room, which he quickly did, not even daring to glance at my mother. "How dare you to come inside in such a-."

"I will not get married." I interrupted her, something I have never done before. I had been informed by my brother that there was a powerful candidate for me to marry. A 52-year-old man. "I will not marry someone I do not love, and even less a 52-year-old King just for our countries to be at peace."

"You have no say on it."

"Mother, do you want me to live the same life as you?" I ventured to ask. "Do you want me to marry a man who will sleep with every servant or woman that crosses his way while my future children will have to suffer the consequences too? A boy that ought to follow the rules of a King until he becomes a tyrant. And a girl who ought to have to act as demanded. Merely for the young male of the family to be even more respected?"

"As I sai-."

"Will I be like you then, mother?" My lower lip trembled. "Will I be cold-hearted towards my children, towards my daughter? Will I have to submit her to the same shameful life as me?" I did not let Harold intervene. "Will I have to close my eyes to true love and consume my infatuation with the person I truly love in some dirty stable?" Both of them were shocked by my words. "You are preparing and forcing me to the life you both have. I do not want to hide from the public eye and keep the person I cherish a secret."

"If this is about that paint-."

"He has nothing to do with this." I did not appreciate the way she spoke about Dylan. "I have openly expressed my discomfort about marrying someone I do not love since I recollect. I understand romance books do not happen in real life. But love does, and marrying someone for my brother's throne is not love." I sighed. "It is not fair for us, women, to be treated like this while men are approached like that!"

She surprisingly glanced at me for a couple of seconds before her sober expression appeared once again. "Every King marries the women they choose. We cannot decide. Every King has bastard children." I had to remind myself that Alexander and Victoria were the children of one of our servants. "Even your brother is going to have a bastard child." I furrowed my eyebrows as it was the first time hearing that news. "Rosetta." A disgusted expression decorated my face.

"Well," I breathed deeply. "Destiny can be changed." I recited the same words Dylan had told me once. "It might be scary or go against the rules. But destiny can be changed by the decisions you make. Only you are the sailor of the ship." I glimpse at Harold. "I am tired of not being the sailor of my ship." I softened my voice. "Think about it, mother. I will do everything in my power to get out of here, even if it means dying in the process." For the first time in my life, my teary eyes were met with the glistening tears that invaded my mother's eyes. "I will be in my chambers. Please do not bother me at all."

When arriving to my bedroom, I did not expect to see Dylan waiting inside. I locked the door behind me as my eyes examined his entire body.

"Are you all right, my Lady?" He showed the briefcase he was squeezing between his fingers. "Rosetta told me to wait here for you. Since we could not continue with the portrait this morning, I assumed that perhaps, we could tonight."

"Let's escape together." My mouth seemed to move on its own. However, Dylan stared at me with complete confusion decorating his features.

"My Lady, I do not think I understand what you are trying to imply." He knew.

"I have told you before I do not plan on marrying someone whom I do not love." I walked to my bed, sitting down on the mattress. "It has been decided without letting me know that I will get married to the King of Hiraeth."

He glanced down at the floor for a couple of seconds to later shift his gaze on my direction. "Perhaps he is not only a noble because of his blood. Perhaps he is also noble at heart."

"It does not matter if he is noble at heart or not," I answered decisively. "He is a 52 year-old-man! And as I said before, someone I do not love!"

He sighed. "My Lady," Resting his briefcase on the floor, he pulled a chair to sit in front of me. Though, he maintained the distance. "If I am not wrong, you have never met this man before. You might end up fallin-."

"Do not dare to say that!" I got up from the bed, eyes flickering. "Please, do not be like the rest of those who live in this palace! The first time you came here, you told me I could change my fate." He swallowed, nodding his head. "That is what I am trying to do." My hands were squeezing the skirts of my dress. "Please."

"I cannot take you anywhere, my Lady. You are the Princess of Onism. Everyone in town knows the beauty you behold." He coughed while deeply looking into my eyes. "I do not know anyone that will keep the secret of you being in to-."

"You are not understanding me, Dylan." I tried to ignore the way his body shivered every time my tongue and lips worked together to create his name. "I know I told you that I have never experienced love." I bit my lower lip, taking a breath. "I only know what I have read in books." He nodded his head, waiting for me to continue. "But I understand my feelings. Even before the day we kissed under the rain, I was already attracted to you."

"Attraction is something that can be felt many-."

I stepped closer, making him glance up. "It was attraction, I admit." Both of my hands navigated towards my back. "But my heart beats madly, whenever you are near me, whenever I glance at you or when I think about you." He got up from his chair, slightly stepping back. "I am utterly sure that I am in love with a man who worries about me and my feelings. Someone who has been encouraging me and that has seen my fears."

"My Lady," He gulped. "I truly feel honoured to be inside your mind and heart. I will not lie as I do also feel the same towards you." When I moved closer, he prevented me. "But you are a Princess, and I am just a simple man who paints in exchange for food and a roof." He blinked fastly. "I cannot give you the life you might expect." He offered me a side-smile. "And of course, our relationship would not be approved by the King and Queen." His voice turned softer. "Neither by the soon-to-be King of Onism."

"I do not care!"

"But I do, my Lady." He breathed deeply. "I do not want you to live a life where people will insult and degrade you plainly because you married a penniless man, or because you did not obey the established rules of the members of the royalty."

"I already have that life, where I am discredited just because I am a woman." This time when I stepped closer, he did not back away. "I already have to follow settled rules for the sake of my brother." My hands were still behind my back, and I finally decided to let them untie. He did not notice yet. "But now I have found someone who makes me feel something I have never experienced before." I sighed. "What did you do to me, Dylan?" He opened his mouth. "My mind and heart are full of you, and they constantly demand my body to be filled by you too."

His neck and cheeks turned red as he seemed to have difficulties while swallowing his spit. His eyes shifted around the room, trying to decide what to do. "My Lady," He sighed in desperation. His hands travelling through his body while he clenched it and gritted his teeth. "I truly have been trying to hold back." His hands now grazed his face. "I have been trying to hide how in love I am with you as I am just someone who does not deserve you."

"You are the man who deserves me the most." The shoulders of my dress fell, displaying my bare skin. His eyes widened even more. "And you do not have to hold back anymore." Finally, the cloth fell onto the ground. "I have read so many things, but I have never thought of experiencing them." I felt embarrassed by revealing such a matter. "I could not hold my hands from exploring my body for the first time as your image was in my mind."

"You did?" I nodded my head. His eyes had never left mine, not even to peer at my underwear. A rush of confidence seemed to hasten through him as he walked to the door, securing it. "Show me." My expression must have confused him. "Show me how you did it."

It was my turn to gulp as I got on my mattress, lying down on my back. I was slightly sitting thanks to the pillow, which granted me to discern Dylan as he shuffled closer to the end of the bed.

My bralette was already off, but his eyes still fixed on mine. "You can look." As soon as those words came out of my mouth, his eyes glanced down at my chest. It seemed like he had complications breathing.

My hands gently travelled down, gripping the sides of my underwear and slowly bringing them down my legs. The chilly air was a contrast of temperature to my entire body. I shifted my legs to completely discard my panties, which ended up someplace on the ground.

I permitted my fingers to touch the bundle of nerves, suffering a chill through my body that reminded me of that time in the bathtub, or the following times where I could not restrain my needs. Rubbing on circles, my other hand went to my mouth, biting on it not to make any sound.

"That is how you did it?" I nodded my head. "Until you exploded?" Again, I acknowledged with my head. "My Lady. Has any man touch you in such a way?" Shaking my head, he offered me a smile. "May I be the first one to do so?" I nodded my head, which he did not seem to like. "Please, use your words."

"I do," I did not hesitate. "I do want to be touched by you, Dylan."

"I might die right now, my Lady." He wandered closer. His hands slowly discarded his dark blue beret. Then, his fingers rapidly unbuttoned his white shirt, which had some dark little stains due to his paintings. His body was fit, enough to make a woman drool. I must say, he seemed broader than what I have imagined. "Have you ever introduced your fingers inside?"

I shook my head.

I hear the sound of his shoes falling to the ground as he kneeled on the end of the bed. His right hand moved my left hand from my clit, leading it to his hair. "Hold on tight, my Lady." Not sure of his next actions, I shivered as his breath hit my heated core. His tongue peeked out from his mouth, gently grazing my centre.

I gripped his soft hair between my fingers, making his gaze shift to look deep into my eyes. His tongue lapped, adding pressure on my clit. I whined as his tender tongue left my core to slid down and up a couple of times, extending my wetness all over my intimate part.

I was utterly surprised when the tip of his tongue ended up inside me, and he seemed to noticed as he grounded it against my walls. His right hand slowly left my thigh, where his grip had been tough. "I will be gentle." His whispers were almost unnoticeable as my moans were louder, feeling one of his warm fingers getting coated by my juices as he introduced it, inside my vagina. "Does it feel good?" Without waiting for an answer, he started thrusting it. His lapping tongue and his thrusting finger, producing a drooling combination.

"Oh my god," The candles that were lit, and resting on the table next to my bed seemed to flatter by a scene hotter than their flames. "Faster, please." I must not lie. Introducing his second finger on me had provided a slight pain. But seconds later, it had been replaced by an unbelievable pleasure. "Please do not make me beg."

"I would like to see you beg, my Lady." His mouth had left my clit, chin dripping with my fluids. "I would love to see you beg under the light of the candles while no one else knows that you are getting the love and passion you deserve." His fingers made a wet sound when they left my insides. I could not help but whine as he got farther from my body but became expectant when his fingers played with his belt.

As soon as he slid his pants down his legs, I could not help but moan again. There was a bulge between his legs, and I could not help but get flustered thinking about having him inside me. However, I was quite worried about his size as he already seemed thick through his pants.

I remembered a scene from a book where this girl had her first experience with her childhood friend. They had become lovers and decided to consume their love on top of the counter of the protagonist's kitchen. Her description of the scene was incredibly detailed. And even though my body had become more heated while reading it, I could not help but be worried when she described the experience as feeling as if she was getting 'ripped', which was quite vulgar but exciting in an unusual way.

I had been distracted by my thoughts, as to when I realized my rounds, Dylan's member was finally free. It stood tall and thick against his stomach. He could not help but contain his grin as I gasped.

"I never-."

"I know, my Lady." His hands grabbed my ankles, calmly making their way to my thighs, which he squeezed while separating my legs even more. "I am utterly happy to be the first and only man to make love to you." Uh? "I will take care of you for the rest of my life." His eyes looked deep into mine, asking for permission for his next movements and actions. Of course, I nodded.

He grabbed his shaft, his hand circling it while he thrust into his clenched fist a couple of times. He left if free, spitting on his hand to later grab his member again, lubricating it.

"I am a little scared," I confessed, shifting my gaze to his face. "You are so thick and long. H-How is that supposed to fit inside-."

"We can stop if you want, my Lady." One of his thumbs caressed one of my thighs. "There is no rush and enough time to do this whenever you feel ready."

"I do want to do it! I am just a little scared." I gulped, glancing down at his member. "Could you maybe go slowly?"

He nodded his head, getting closer and placing a peck on my lips. "Whatever you wish for, my Lady." Asking for permission again, he waited until it was granted, for the tip of his member to graze the lips of my vagina. "Here I go." He started adding pressure. Until the entire tip was inside, making me gasp. "Sh, breathe." His right hand went to my tummy, caressing it. "We can go slower."

I nodded my head as I took deep breaths, ignoring the tears that were falling from the corner of my eyes. A couple of minutes went by when I decided that the pain had become a pleasure. I shifted my hips toward Dylan. I was right as there was only pleasure. "Dylan, please," I whined. "Please move."

His entire member was inside me, and Dylan's thrusts had become steady and swift. His mouth was travelling from my jaw to my lips, sometimes stopping to ask for my well-being.

One of his hands left my hips, going between our bodies as he started circling my clit, adding more pleasure. "Oh my gosh," I raised my voice, not being able to hold back the incredible feeling. "Lord, please go faster." I circled my legs around his hips, bringing him closer if it was possible. His member, hitting places that it could not reach before. Wails of satisfaction came out of my mouth. "Please, fuck me harder."

He seemed quite shocked by my choice of words as his eyes widened. But he had seemed to enjoy them too, as his thrusts became even faster and sloppier. "I will not last long." He groaned, not afraid of expressing his pleasure while his lips grazed my ear. "I have been dreaming of this for so long." His moans made my entire body shiver. His right hand, circling my clit even faster. "Please, my Lady. Tell me you are close. Please."

"I am!" I drowned my screams while biting his shoulder. "I am so close." His left hand travelled to my left nipple, toying with it. The different stimulations, getting me dizzy while my vision became blurry. And I came undone under Dylan's body.

Reading was nothing like experiencing it.

My breath was laborious. Dylan stayed inside, thrusting a couple of times more until he quickly came out, thrusting in his clenched fist. He was going to finish soon. His eyes, questioning where to explode. My hands went to my breasts, holding them together.

Dylan's eyes widened as he understood what I was implying. He moved, his hips getting closer as his dick ended up being embraced by my breasts. I held them in place while he thrust, moaning at the contact. His tip, hitting my chin and lower lip. He did not last much longer, exploding and cumming all over my chin and lower lip.

He gasped, our bodies full of sweat. "I made a mess. I am so sorry, my L-." My tongue peeked out of my mouth, licking some of the cum that was resting on my lower lip. "I-. Oh, gosh." His lips settled up against mine. His tongue, parting my lips so his tongue could slowly dance against mine. "Did it feel good?"

"It felt amazing." I was still trying to breathe at a regular pace.

He kissed my forehead, leaving the bed and wandering to the bathroom. His member was still lightly hard. But he quickly gave me the view of his butt.

When he came back, he was gripping a towel. Sitting on the side of the bed, he slowly cleaned his release from my chin and chest. Then, folding it, he cleaned between my legs. He was cautious, trying not to hurt me as my entire body was sensitive. Next, he discarded the towel.

His body fell on the bed next to mine. We both gazed into each other's eyes with foolish smiles decorating our faces. "I do not want to leave. But night curfew will be soon."

"I do not care." I wrapped my sore body against him, breathing in. "Stay here. Nobody will know. You can leave early in the morning." I did not notice I was pouting until his lips pecked mine. Then, the rest of the night was a cuddling blur as exhaustion took over our bodies.

Another couple of days had gone by, and it was nearly impossible to keep our hands for ourselves. Dylan had been sleeping in my chambers, which was difficult to hide. I had been ignoring my mother and Harold as much as possible. And thankfully, my brother was away in a political meeting with my father. We had also continued the portrait sessions, which sometimes ended with our bodies full of paint as we could not hold back for holding each other.

I must confess that there had been sexual escapes around the palace, which was a surprise, as we did not get caught yet. Momentarily, Dylan's boxers were around his ankles like his pants as I was grabbing the skirts of my dress.

My face and chest were pressed against the wall of a tiny room while he thrust in me from behind. "Ah, we will get caught." He whispered but did not stop his movements. "You are going to be the death of me, my Lady."

We had been walking around the castle until I could not hold back myself anymore. I took Dylan's hand, going inside a tiny room that, it is used, for cleaning materials. Therefore, we were fucking as fast as we could, aiming for a release. "Please, go deeper!"

"I believe I am as immersed as I can, my Lady." The sound of our skin slapping against each other turned both of us on even more.

We both were close to our release. But we were rudely interrupted by the door of the room opening, showing Rosetta and Harold, who stared at us with surprise written all over their faces.

Dylan quickly came out of me, pulling his boxers and pants up while I let the skirts of my dress fall.

"Harold," I started. "Please, do not say anything." My eyes begged. "Could you please give us five minutes and wait in my chambers?" Without saying anything, they closed the door. "Oh my god."

"It is okay, my Lady." Fear was visible in his face and voice.

I was baffled as when entering my chambers, my mother was there, next to Harold. He ignored my gaze, staring deep into Dylan's eyes.

"Mother-."

"I told you!" She did not hesitate to raise her voice. "I know you did not choose to be a princess, but this is what we have to deal with." I could not protest. "I am not trying to make you miserable. I was trying to avoid a situation like this where this young man," Surprisingly, she did not glare at the young man next to me, who was squeezing my hand. "And you will be in danger!" She sighed. "Imagine if it was your father or brother finding you two! They arrived early this morning!" I did not know about their arrival. "He would have killed him and make you watch." I gasped, getting teary. "I did not want you guys to end as I did."

"What?" I asked while being overwhelmed by confusion.

"Your mother," Harold decided to spoke as my mother had to seat on the end of my bed, trying to calm herself. "She fell in love with a servant of this palace, way before you were born." Dylan and I were pretty interested in the story. "You do not choose who you love, my Lady." He shifted his gaze between the two of us. "However, keeping such a secret was complicated. And eventually, someone found out." His hand rested on my mother's back. "Unfortunately, the one that discovered them passionately kissing in the gardens was your father." I gulped while swaying closer to Dylan, searching for his warmth. "He executed him right there, in front of your mother."

"Those white roses used to be red." My mother's voice shook while she referred to those planted in our garden. "It was so repulsive to see that his blood mattered nothing when for me mattered the world. He was my world." She offered us a sad smile. "No one mourned for his loss except me. His body was taken away by other servants in uncaring behaviour. His blood could not be seen, because it had splattered on the flowers that had the same tone." She wept, trying to breathe and calm herself to continue. "It was as if he had never existed. I thought I had gone crazy, and I had imagined the love and the man that I desired to have."

"Mother," My eyes were teary. "I am so sorry that happened to you, and now, I understand you tried to protect me." I glimpsed at Harold for a couple of seconds. "But this is just throwing me into a deeper hole. I will end up in a similar situation to yours, and my children will be doomed, to the same cruel fate." I was desperate. "Mother, destiny can be changed." Dylan was looking at me, a tiny smile on his face while he rubbed one of my freezing hands.

"I have seen you grow up," Harold intervened. "I have learnt every one of your moves, understanding when you wanted to cry or laugh." He grinned, crossing his arms. "Deep inside, I knew one day you would want to fight from the established and dull life you are supposed to live."

"He spoke to me." My mother continued. "Harold opened my eyes, and he taught me to perceive that you were falling in love with this young man." She bowed at Dylan, and he returned the same gesture. "And I perceived that this young man was falling in love with you too."

"Your father and brother lied of their whereabouts." Harold stepped closer. "They bought with them a visitor."

My mother shifted closer to us. "It is the King of Hiraeth." She gulped. "The 52 year-old-man that they expect to marry you with."

"No," I shook my head. "Please, mother." I could not stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. "Please, mother. Do not let them do that. Please. Please." Before I could fall to my knees, my mother held her hand up, offering me a brown bag.

"It is yours now." My mother replied, sliding the bag into my hands. "This will help both of you." Money, there was a lot of gold inside the bag. Dylan was looking inside the container with wide eyes as I did. "If I had stolen money from your father, he would have noticed. Therefore, I bargained my jewellery." Her hand unconsciously went to her neck, and I noticed her diamond necklace missing.

"Here," Harold extended his arm, offering us a piece of paper. Dylan clutched it. It was a map. "That black circle is your shared property. It is a near kingdom, not too far from here but enough for you two to be safe and not be recognized, as the Princess of Onism."

"What?" My mouth was agape.

"It is Elysian. It is a small town full of life, and it is secure." Harold explained with a smile. "It is your new home. The money will help you guys for a couple of years, but of course, my Lady, you will have to get used to a life without servants and luxuries. However, I do not have any doubt that you will be able to adapt to such a life."

"Then," I glanced at my mother. "You are helping me escape?"

"I am helping both of you leave." She cried. "I am helping you get out of the life you did not choose and the one you do not desire." I turned around to stare at Dylan, who had tears running down his cheeks while smiling at me. He shyly pecked my forehead. He wiped his tears while bowing again, staying in that position for a couple of seconds. "No, no, please stand up." He did. "We are family now. Please take care of my little girl."

"I will, your highness." His words sounded so confident that it made my heart beat violently.

"W-What about you two?" I glanced between them. "Are you coming with us?" I was expectant to hear their answer.

My mother shook her head. "We did change our destiny." She referred to the present situation. "Do not worry about us."

"But-."

"My Lady," Harold took me into his arms, embracing me. "Escaping is more complex for us. But do not worry, because we will end up getting away from here. One day, we will." He smiled at me. "For now, Arden is prepared to take you both far from Onism tonight."

I nodded my head. "Take care of my mother, and thank you for being like a father to me." After squeezing him, I quickly hugged my mother. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Before they left my room, my mum turned around. "Dylan is your name, right?" He nodded his head. "I viewed the portrait. It looks marvellous. Take it with you." He was perplexed. "The portrait was for the man that will marry her. That man is you, so that portrait belongs to you."

"I bought gifts!" I overheard two squeals, rolling my eyes with a foolish smile, adorning my features. Two tiny figures ran to the owner of the voice. "Perhaps you both only love me when I bring presents."

"Perhaps they do." I walked closer to the man, whose beautiful smile was aimed, at me. My right hand gripped his arm, a signal for him to lower his head so I could peck his lips. "Welcome home. I made your favourite dish." My lips had trapped his bottom one between mines for a couple of seconds, making him whine lowly.

He seemed to be dumbfounded while pecking my lips a couple of times until our children interrupted the moment with their excitement to know what their father had brought them. "Well," He chuckled. "I bought my little princess this!" He took a stuffed animal from his coffee-coloured bag. Charlotte squealed and giggled while running around the room with her new plaything. "And I bought my not-so-little prince," He remembered how our little boy did not want to be named as a child anymore. "This." He showed him a new brand book, which cover was of a dark blue with golden touches.

Thomas could not help but grin. "This book was printed a couple of days ago! Thank you so much, father!" He tightly hugged his dad. "Perhaps I could bring it with me to the Addington's home?" He could not help but jump around due to his excitement. "I believe Newt will love it too!"

Dylan nodded his head. "Take care fo your sister, please."

The Addington's were a young family of five that lived next door. We were constantly inviting each other over to our homes, wanting the kids to play together. We, the adults, were also mates. A couple of times, we babysit each other's kids to have privacy with our respective partners.

As soon as the kids were out of the door, Dylan's briefcase had fallen to the ground. He had been away for an entire week due to a commission of a portrait where he would earn a lot of money.

His hands were caressing my entire body as we both tried to make our way to our shared chamber, in hopes of continuing the passion there. "I have missed you so much, my Princess."

My fingers moved quickly, trying to untie the dress I was wearing. My hands were sweaty, and Dylan must have noticed as he ended up unlacing my attire. "I am not a Princess anymore."

He swallowed, eyes focused on my breasts as I was not wearing a bralette. Both of his warm hands slid up, cupping my bosom. His fingers grazed my nipples while his entire hands squeezed the rest. "You are right." His gaze shifted to my lips. "You are the queen of my heart now, my Lady." That name had stayed since the very beginning, and every time it came rolling gently out of his lips, my undergarments got drenched.

"I will explode right here, Dylan." I moaned as my hands were busy sliding down his pants while he worked on his jacket and shirt. "I have missed having you around. And being around you."

He groaned, slipping one of his hands behind my back as he squeezed my buttocks. I whined when he pinched it. "You seem to be so desperate for me."

"That smirk," I grinned while kissing his bottom lip. "Perhaps you are as desperate as me." I glanced down as I spotted his hard bulge against my front.

"I am not as needy as you are, my Lady." The last word was said sensually, making my legs shake.

"I am sure you are as needy as me, Sir." It was that word for him. I could feel the temperature of his body rising.

"What does my queen require from such a humble servant?" He acted while sprawling my body down on the bed. His hands, gripping the sides of my panties, bringing the down and discarding them. "Maybe she needs help down here?" One of his fingers ran up and down, collecting my fluids. He did not hesitate to bring that finger into his mouth, savouring it. "My Lady, perhaps I should confess that you taste like Heaven, itself."

His face leaned closer to my core, but I immediately stopped him. He glimpsed at me, confused. "I want to be the one giving you as much pleasure as possible." Sitting down on the bed, my hands pushed against his chest until he was the one lying on his back.

I questioned myself when he had taken his boxers off as his member sprang free, hitting his tummy. Pre-cum was decorating his pink tip while sometimes, you could see it palpitating as the veins were tightening.

My right hand started working immediately, grabbing his shaft while going up and down. I softly squeezed it as his arm rested on top of his forehead, blissfully. My thumb stayed on the tip, playing with the tiny drops of pre-cum.

"Gosh, are you an angel?" His words wavered as my left hand cupped his balls, lightly tugging on them. "My Lady, I need your mouth, please." I attended his demands, my left hand still playing with his balls.

However, my mouth was also sucking on the lowest part of his member. Licking my way up, my mouth embraced the tip of his dick. His hands went through my hair, settling on grasping it forcefully and guiding me down until his entire thick member was inside my mouth.

His moans got louder as his hips could not hold back, shifting upwards, choking me as his tip scraped the back of my throat. "My Lady." Glancing upwards, I could see the sweat falling down his forehead. His entire body was sweating, especially the part of his chest with a spot of hair.

I sucked harder, preventing my teeth from grazing his delicate member. "May I come inside your mouth, my Lady?" Humming against his dick, he seemed to understand my permission. A couple of hard thrusts that chocked me and he was cumming down my throat, spilling a big load. His breath was laborious as his hands caressed my hair back. "Please, ride me."

He whined when his member lost the warmth of my mouth as I shifted my body to position myself on top of him. My left hand was resting against his chest. My other hand, grabbing his still firm member. "May I?" He nodded his head. As soon as he was filling me up, both of us became a moaning mess. "Ah, I felt so empty without your dick inside me."

His hands instantly clutched my hips as he encouraged me to bounce on top him. "You look so ravishing while you bounce on my dick." I moaned, loving his dirty talk. "I could do this every day. I love how your breasts bounce while you are getting stretched by my dick." He gulped. "They have got even bigger after you had our beautiful children." His right hand slapped my ass. "Listen," I ceased my moans as I heard the slapping sounds of our skins. "You are so wet for me, my Lady. Your pussy demands to hold my dick."

Both of my hands were now resting against his chest. "I am going to explode." The hand that was on my ass moved to the front, flicking my clitoris. "You fill me up so good, Sir!"

"I will fill you even more soon." He groaned, sitting down so he could move me closer to my body. Our mouths, touching in an open kiss. "I am going to release my entire load inside you. I am going to impregnate you, my Lady." I moaned. "You want that, right?" His thrusts became sloppier and harder. "You want to get filled and carry another gorgeous baby." I nodded my head. "You are as irresistible while pregnant. The way you cannot keep your hands to yourself. The way your bosom gets even bigger."

"Please, fill me."

No more words needed to be said as our teeth clattered against each other, riding our highs together. My vision got blurry, and my moans louder as I felt all of his huge load filling me up. "Oh, fuck me, my Lady. You take my load so good." The rest was full of kisses and warm under the sheets. His member had softened inside me.

On one of the walls of our chambers, there was a portrait of my younger self. She resembled grave and upset. Her composture seemed forced, but around her body, there were flames. Sparks that represented the passion she badly wanted to share. The adventures she wanted to live. There was a yellow light, which seemed, to be connected to her heart.

Dylan had described a young lady who aspired to live a passionate life. A young woman whose heart and mind were full of hope.

There was a lovely detail on the portrait. On the wall behind the young girl, there was a mirror, where you could perceive a young Dylan, examining the woman before him with a peculiar shining light on his eyes. The identical light young Y/N had while looking at Dylan O'Brien, the humble painter who shared the 'fictional' love she always wanted to experience.The love they both found and fancied.

Yes, destiny could be changed.

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