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pocketjoong · 4 months

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☾₊‧⁺˖⋆noctem⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 〘act 1, chapter 2〙

〘Synopsis〙『Your hatred of dragons is a hate born of witnessing their flames consume your village, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. The worst of all is the beast that haunts your dreams, the very dragon whose memory fuels a burning desire for revenge within you. But life has a way of unsettling even the most steadfast convictions. And when you stumble upon a truth that shatters the boundaries of your understanding, you begin to question the very essence of the world you live in.』

〘Pairing〙『Night Fury!Seonghwa x afab!Reader』

〘Genre〙『FANTASY, ACTION, SMUT』

〘Word Count〙『2.5k』

〘Chapter-specific Warnings〙『Based on How To Train Your Dragon. Canon-compliant violence. Mentions of dragons attacking the mc's village. Mentions of fire. Passing mention of injuries. MDNI.』

〘Banner Credits〙『@playmetheclassics』

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By the time you finish tending to the injuries of those who had been sent to the infirmary, the sun is rising in the distance. A weariness settles over you as you dress the wounds of the last person you have to tend to, and you look forward to the two weeks of peace after a dragon attack.

You rinse the grime and blood from your hands in the basin tucked in the corner before rushing out of the building. Relief washes over you at the sight of familiar figures at the edge of the cliff that overlooks the port. Even though they’re merely silhouettes against the morning light, you know each of them well enough to recognise them by their shadows.

As you move closer, you note that Yunho, Wooyoung, and Mingi, the village blacksmith, look battle-ravaged and tired. But they are watching the sunrise with content smiles. You approach them with a smile of your own, but you can’t help but scan their figures for any injuries that might need healing.

Amusement dances in your brother’s eyes at your worried expression, “I'm fine. Mostly unharmed save for a few small bruises and the soot lining my clothes.”

When you turn your focus to the others, you find them grinning back at you. “And you guys?”

“No open stitches or any new injuries. I told you I’d be careful,” Wooyoung declares, his tone light-hearted.

Mingi ruffles your hair while he offers his own reassurance, “I’m fine as well. I stuck to my workshop until the very end, only leaving when Yunho and Wooyoung needed assistance with the ballista.”

“Let’s go back home and get some rest. Wooyoung and I have a meeting to attend at the hall in a few hours,” Yunho says, leading you towards your home with a guiding hand on your shoulder. Mingi trails behind silently, waving in farewell before taking the dusty path to reach his house, which also doubles as his workshop.

You, Yunho, and Wooyoung share the house overlooking the village. All three of you moved here after losing your families to a brutal attack years ago. Despite being only a few months older than Wooyoung and barely a year older than you, Yunho seamlessly assumed the role of guardian for both of you. The weight he shouldered at the tender age of twelve, stepping into the shoes of a village leader after the tragedy, often made you feel bad for him. His duties far exceeded what any child should bear, but he bore them with a grace beyond his years.

The dream claws at your consciousness, a relentless reminder of the incident that tore through your family. You can handle the sympathetic looks of your fellow villagers, but the nightmares are another story. You hate them, for they persist, leaving you exhausted and weary even after a full night’s sleep.

You unlock the door, ushering the two males inside. As the door creaks open, the comfort of the space envelops you like a familiar embrace, and you can’t help the sigh of relief that leaves your lips.

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You know you are dreaming, but the panic that grips your throat is a tangible force that twists your heart and leaves your hands shaking. It’s a suffocating reality that is too familiar, too hauntingly real.

Your surroundings are too hot, too bright, and suffused with smoke that blinds your vision. The orange flames dance menacingly in front of you, searing painfully against your skin. Your brain is screaming for you to do something, to move. But you are frozen in the face of danger and struggle to comprehend the unfolding nightmare.

There’s a presence beside you, but the ringing in your ears drowns their voice. Squinting through the smoke, urgency compels you to find an escape route. If you don’t move, you’ll be burnt to a crisp by the flames, and you won’t let a dragon be the reason you meet your end.

There’s no time to waste, you realise when there’s a crash in the adjacent room. The sound is what finally jolts you into action, and without hesitation, you grab the person next to you and bolt towards safety.

The relief when you escape the fire all but vanishes as the sight in front of you changes, and you find Yunho trapped in the claws of a massive dragon. His desperate struggle mirrors the fear etched in his eyes. The image shakes you to your core. It’s new, and you know why you’re seeing this: every time Yunho is out fighting the dragons during an attack, you can’t help but worry about his safety.

There’s a beat of silence as if the world has stopped around you before you jump towards the creature holding him hostage. But you’re too late. You meet the ground with a crash while the dragon takes off, taking Yunho away from you.

You jolt awake, your heart pounding so hard that you feel it wants to escape your chest. You’re covered in cold sweat, and you feel it trail down your back. You gasp for air, for the relief that comes with your lungs being filled with oxygen. Instinctively, you look down to check your hands, half-expecting to find the remnants of blood and soot on them.

Dazed and disoriented, you rise, stumbling towards the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, you wince at your wide-eyed and tear-stained face. You’re breathing fast, too quick to be considered normal. Staring at your trembling hands, you run them beneath the water before splashing the cold substance on your face.

Feeling a presence next to you, you turn around to find your brother gazing at you worriedly. But before you can ease his worry, Wooyoung walks in through your bedroom door, which is now wide open courtesy of Yunho.

“Is everything okay?” Wooyoung breaks the silence, voice is still gravelly from sleep. You feel bad for waking them up and worrying them like this, but right now, all you can focus on is the raging panic inside of you. “I heard you screaming, Y/N.”

You blink; your throat definitely feels raw, but you can’t remember hearing yourself scream.

“I think it was a bad dream,” Yunho mutters softly, eyes still trained on you.

Dream?

It’s almost as if everything falls into place when you hear Yunho’s words. You had the nightmare once again, the same one you had had since you lost your family during an attack when you were ten years old. With clammy hands, you tightly grip the bedside table in a futile attempt to steady yourself. Stumbling, you crash onto the floor as you try to calm your furiously beating heart.

Yunho scrambles to kneel next to you, brows furrowed in worry. “Y/N, breathe with me, c’mon. ’S okay, you’re safe.” You let him tuck you into his chest, the touch becoming an anchor to help you ground yourself. You breathe deeply, timing your breaths in tandem with Yunho’s. You remind yourself over and over again that he’s safe and sound.

“Was it the same dream?” Wooyoung’s voice is closer now, and you open your eyes to see him in front of you. You shrug as an answer to Wooyoung’s question.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you whisper apologetically, but they quickly shush you.

“Do you want to go back to sleep?” Wooyoung murmurs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as if he already knows your answer, “Or would you like to help me with lunch?”

“Brunch,” you declare, carefully disentangling yourself from Yunho, who has fallen asleep. Little snores leave his mouth, and you suppress a giggle. You grab a pillow from your bed, gently supporting his neck to ensure he sleeps comfortably even if he’s on the floor. Quietly, you follow Wooyoung into the kitchen.

“What are we making?” You question, standing in the middle of the room while Wooyoung rummages through the cupboards.

“How do omelettes and buttered toast sound? Yunho bought bread from the village baker last evening, and I’m sure we haven’t run out of the jam we prepared,” he stops his hunt and starts gathering the things needed for the proposed meal.

“We also have some leftover meat pie,” you inform him, fishing out the pie from the pantry and setting it on the table. Grabbing a large bowl, you crack some eggs while Wooyoung chops the vegetables, the two of you falling into rhythm easily.

Wooyoung reaches over to add the chopped vegetables to the bowl, stirring them with the eggs as you place two pans on the stove. Soon, you have two omelettes sizzling in unison. Carefully, you add different spices and ingredients to each one based on your individual preferences. Spotting extra vegetables, you throw them in a pan to sauté them while Wooyoung handles the omelettes.

“Wow,” Yunho walks into the kitchen, drawn in by the aroma of food. He peeks over your shoulders. “That’s a feast right there.”

Eventually, you and Wooyoung finish cooking and carry everything to the table with Yunho's assistance. The three of you happily devour the food, joking, teasing, and laughing between bites.

“I have to go into the forest to gather more herbs. It’s amazing how fast we burn through them after the attacks,” you sigh, already tired by the mere thought of having to haul a huge batch of herbs from the forest.

“Be careful,” Yunho warns you. “The forest is safe right now, but you can’t be careful enough.”

“Don’t worry,” you reassure with a smile. “I’ve done this so many times.”

After bidding goodbye to the two males, you follow one of the trails behind your house that leads into the forest. You hum a small tune as you walk through the woods. Despite the village being attacked every fortnight, the forest is safe because the dragons avoid lingering for fear of getting captured. The chirping birds and the small animals frolicking around in the undergrowth lift your spirits. You take a deep breath, unable to stop yourself from breaking into a smile.

The sound of a nearby waterfall catches your attention, prompting you to change course towards the opening through the trees. However, you halt in your tracks when you spot broken trees and upturned earth, suggesting that something came barreling down from the sky.

The only thing that would crash down from the sky is a dragon.

Unsheathing your shortsword, you slowly approach an outgrown rock where the wreckage seems the worst. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before peeking to check if you’re right, only to hide behind the rock once again quickly. There, on the other side, is a dragon you’ve never seen before.

It doesn’t take a genius to identify it as a Night Fury, also known as ‘the offspring of lightning and death itself.’ The beast’s scales are pitch black, adorned with small horns that spike from above its eyes, down its neck, back, and tail, the tip of which fans out like that of a whale. Surprisingly, it doesn’t look as terrifying as its reputation suggests, resembling more of a feline than a vicious reptile. For being a dragon dreaded across the seven seas, the beast looks tamer than the ones you’ve come across over the course of your life.

Peeking from behind the rock again, you realise the dragon is tangled in rope. There are signs of struggle, showing that it tried but failed to free itself from the binds. As it seems to be asleep, you approach cautiously, awed by the sheer size of the creature. The dragon likely hears you because, even though it can’t move, one of its eyes opens, fixing a stare at you. It releases a warning growl when you move even closer, but you scoff, knowing fully well that it won’t be able to harm you.

“You know, you really look more like a cat than a dragon,” your tone is belittling as you tilt your head to meet the dragon’s gaze head-on.

The dragon emits what seems like a scoff, earning an eye-roll from you. “You should be nicer to me. After all, I could kill you, and then what would happen, huh? Your little family would find it harder and harder to attack us, considering that you’re the one who makes it difficult for us to bring down the rest of your kind.”

It hits you that this would be your first dragon kill, and for some reason, it gives you a sense of satisfaction. Eliminating the Night Fury is a step closer towards your goal to avenge your family and the countless others who were destroyed by these beasts.

Raising your blade, you look down at the beast with a blank expression. The dragon gazes at you with big, pleading eyes, its pupils round and sparkly like that of a cat. Your grip on the weapon falters, and sensing your hesitation, it lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.

“You have some nerve, really,” you sigh, the urge to harm the creature gradually ebbs away the longer you look into its eyes. It’s a living, breathing creature, and it goes against all your ideals as a healer to kill a sentient being. “First, your kind kills my family, then you guys literally cause so much damage to my village every time you attack, and here I am, wanting to spare you? Why can’t you be as ugly as a Gronckle?”

The dragon blinks at you in confusion.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You scold it, only causing the dragon to huff, this time in amusement. Sensing that you’re not going to kill it, the beast lets out another whine and closes its eyes.

Sighing once again, you use your sword to cut through the ropes, loosening the bonds that bind the poor creature. That is your second mistake because the moment it is free, the dragon lunges at you, pinning you against the rock as you gasp in shock. It growls at you, keeping you restrained with its claws.

“Oh, isn’t that just lovely?” you mock the dragon. You know you’re playing a dangerous game, but you can’t stop taunting it. “I save your sorry life, and you thank me by pinning me to a rock? Quite the peculiar way to express gratitude, I must say… and quite kinky.”

The beast regards you with a look of sheer disbelief, scoffs dismissively, and turns around to fly further into the forest. Only when it crashes into an outcrop of rocks, do you notice the unsteadiness of its flight.

Is it injured?

Your brows furrow as a pang of worry pierces through your heart, but before you can act on it, the realisation of how late it it dawns upon you. You haven’t even started collecting the herbs you had ventured into the forest for. Deciding to return tomorrow to check on the dragon, should it still be around, you start the laborious task of gathering the herbs you need.

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inkyquince · 8 months

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please inky, continue w your thought about ex-husbands and divorce.. pleaseee expand omfg your mind is so big i just wanna chomp on it 😞

ASJODDJAIJS

characters. Avery. Remy. Bailey. (Degrees of Lewdity)

yeah, so content warning, toxic behaviour, mention of sex after some wine so that's hinted to be dubcon as hell, angst, especially with mister Hay Bales. also bailey's section has a shit ton of coercion, and its implied reader is remarried.

okay, so camp "I signed, but I'm mad now" of divorced husband is very much Avery, Remy, Bailey vibes.

So, Avery didn't MEAN to sign the papers. He was just so fucking seething that he did it out of spite. Fucking throwing the papers at you and tells you to get the fuck out of his house. What I love about Avery, at any moment, he could be in either camp, ngl. Either he'd fight for his reputation, and would never even let you show him the papers, or you get him so riled up, he does it out of pure anger and wanting revenge.

Anyways, his rep does take a blow, but he doesn't care, mans is running off pure spite for the entirety of the divorce proceedings. The moment he realises he needs to pay alimony? Wishes that he could go over to you and throttle you.

But when that anger simmers down? When he's gotten his fill of booze, whore and spite?

Mans is fucking LONELY. He's still angry, but its just general anger at the situation. Look, if you were still an orphan, he'd just get a new sugar baby. Who give a shit. Yeah, it undoes the work he did on you and he doesn't look as forward to date nights as he did, but this is different. You were his spouse. His ex-spouse now, but his spouse. He bared his fucking soul to you. You two had a good fucking life. Just had a few issues he refused to look at. You two were the perfect couople in the town's eyes, how would they have reacted to you two going to counselling?

It's too late though. He swings widly between being a fucking monster of an ex, forcing you to go back to the house to "pick up some stuff" and telling the town that you cheated on him, that's why you two divorced, to sending you gifts on your anniversary and your birthday. Phones you at night, and his voice is so low and sweet, and murmuring that he misses you.

Worse than Avery? Remy.

Remy is the rich bitch town icon that Avery wishes he was. He has you sign a prenup, then you get to live his fucking wealthy ass life. He's a cold ass fucker, so when you want to work on the marriage, he snidely mentions if you don't like it, leave him. Then he's shocked-face when you do. Then to get back at you, he's the one who gets the divorce papers. To get back at him, you sign them. To get back at you, he signs them. To get back at him, you file them.

To get back at you, motherfucker makes sure you get nothing from him in the divorce.

After all the stupid ass shit he pulls, he's fucking annoyed now. You were his other half, the only person he'd ever kneel down for. So, he's a frigid little bitch of an ex husband. But he's also such a fucker.

Like, he's will be so aloof and cold with you, and then idly offer a glass of wine to share when you have to come over to sign for some stuff. Evening ends with him three fingers deep in you, stroking you the way you like it, sucking at your neck greedily.

The treatment he gives you, when its just the two of you, is like the shiny red apple he would hold up to your lips. This is what you could have. But his behaviour away from those times is the stick. This is what you get for leaving him. Trying to usher you back into the estate and spread your legs for him, and only him again.

Bailey? Bailey. Bailey gives the vibes that you two married very young. When there was a spark of hope, and with very few good things in his life, he made sure to put a ring on the one thing that did.

However, he changes over time, becoming the ruthless caretaker of the orphanage, a terrifying criminal, and a worse man. You weren't a soft spot, you were a vulnerable one. Bailey would have had to have some sort of gentleness to him if you were a soft spot. You were a weakness, an achilles heel had had to smother and keep hiddden.

And sadly, that is no way to live.

So seperation. Then divorce. Then he doesn't show up to the court appointment. He pays alimony. He doesn't blink at anything, just takes it in stride, sometimes sneering at you.

But he isn't explosive. He isn't cold. He's just Bailey.

You see him once a month, coming to deliver your half of the money each time. You doubt it's just to see you again, even when you move on with your life and he stays in the orphanage you two always used to hate, and plan to escape from. Maybe its because he enjoys the looks the bankers give you when you have to pull out a shit ton of ironed out bills, taken from his orphans' hands, and put directly into yours.

But, you're still his. Your life hasn't changed at all from when you two were together. The only difference is that he no longer spends two or three nights sleeping next to you anymore.

Because you can't say no to Bailey.

You could be wearing a wedding ring, you could be tired from staying up with your baby, you could be so far into a new, happier life, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't trust whores, paid or not, he hates clubbing, and even with the most tender of sore spots, all they need it a slow, gentle massage.

So you have to drop everything for him. He doesn't give a shit what you could be doing. Bailey has an ache that needs seeing to. Fuck it, he'd go to your house, or get a room, but wouldn't force you back to the orphanage, at least for a long time.

You let him into your body again and again, his rough thrusts no different than when you two still shared a wedding ring. He bites your shoulder, he presses your face into the pillows, and spanks your thighs with his belt.

You never dared to tell him that you won't be able to join him for this stress relievers he seems to rely on. God knows what he'd do. Not to you, you don't take a screw driver to your knee when your sore spot acts up, but everything around you? Your spouse, your job, your life?

So you let him in.

One day he does demand that you go to the orphanage again. You could fight it all you want, but you have to go. There, he fucks you in the attic, just like that time all those years ago, and you decided he was the one you wanted to give your virginity to.

It's the closest he gets to whispering that he wants you back.

#nsft #dol #quincewrites #avery the businessperson #remy the farmer #bailey the caretaker #degrees of lewdity #ask

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weirdlookindog · 3 months

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Howard Vernon, Lina Romay, and Antonio Mayans in El hundimiento de la casa Usher (1983)

AKA Revenge in the House of Usher

#el hundimiento de la casa usher #revenge in the house of usher #howard vernon #lina romay #antonio mayans #1980s horror #1980s movies #1983 #jesús franco #horror

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videoreligion · 9 months

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Revenge in the House of Usher (1983)

#Revenge in the House of Usher #Olivier Mathot #Jesús Franco #Jess Franco #Neurosis: The Fall of the House of Usher #Neurosis #80s #horror film #cult cinema #cult film #horror movie #Edgar Allan Poe #gif #gifs #my gif #my gifs #exploitation film #psychotronic film

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y0urm4m · 9 days

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No time to die ch.1

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage, alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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There I sat cross legged, on my father’s plush leather couch in his office. Cigarette in hand. His little ‘body guards’ standing by the door. “So why did you call me in here?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. “Would you put that stupid thing out, you know I don’t like it when you do that.” He sighed, motioning towards the cigarette. I rolled my eyes, putting it out in his ashtray. “You’re a bit hypocritical, I’m not a little girl any more.” I said, crossing my arms. “Anyways, I called you in here as we need to have a serious conversation.” He said, nodding at the men letting them leave. I never really cared about getting to know their names as it would be different men by next week. “Carry on.” I replied, completely uninterested. “Well you know how much danger you can be in once you turn twenty-one and I couldn’t let that happen, so the last time I was in a meeting I had a chat with a few people and sorted something out.” He explained, sipping on his whiskey. “I don’t get your point.” I snorted, raising my eyebrow slightly. “My point is, you’ll be getting married next week as we needed it to be as soon as possible,” He responded, smiling. “I’ve met him and you would both be a perfect match.” He added, re-filling his glass.

There was no way he was forcing me to get married to a man I’d never met in my life.

“Wait, that’s unfair. I’ve never even met him and we’re getting married in a week.” I explained, standing up to walk out. “Don’t be like that y/n, you know I’m only trying to protect you.” He remarked also arising from his seat. “If you really wanted to protect me you wouldn’t have done any of the things you’ve done and mom would still be here!” I shouted, opening his office door. As the door opened I saw my dad give the men a look and with that the two of them were gripping onto my wrists. “Get off of me.” I screamed, kicking my legs slightly. “I’m sorry sweetheart, everything I’ve ever done has been for you.” He sighed emphasising the ‘for you’. “You haven’t done shit for me, if I was ever in danger it would be because of you,” I disagreed, my face shining with disgust. “I. Fucking. Hate. You.” I spat, and with that I felt myself being dragged to my bedroom, the door being slammed shut behind me.

How could he do this to me, after everything he has put me through these past 13 years. I was forced to grow up, because of him. My mom died, because of him.

Flash back:

I was awoken to a loud crashing noise from downstairs, I slowly slid out of my bed, tiptoeing down the creaky steps. There my mother stood screaming in my father’s face. “I told you to not bring that shit in my house.” She shouted, pushing him back. “I never wanted to but I had to for yours and y/n safety!” He shouted back, looking behind him. I was just to far up the stairs to the point where I couldn’t see who he was looking at.

The next thing I knew, there my mom was, her limp body on the floor. Pools of blood surround her. “Mom!” I screamed, running down the stairs hugging her lifeless body. “Y/n?!” My dad gasped, pulling me away from her. “Daddy what did you do to mom?” I asked, my breathing patterns speeding up rapidly. “Nothing baby, don’t worry about it. Go back upstairs please, I’ll be up in a second.” He told me, ushering me up the stairs.

End of flash back:

That was the last I saw of my mom, he told me she went to live with my aunt and obviously with my youthful and young mind I wouldn’t have understood until recently.

I sighed, sliding down the side of my door. How could he do this especially behind my back, I was supposed to be ‘his little princess’ although I know for a fact I wasn’t, the only reason I’m still alive is because I’m ‘blood’.

Which was one of the biggest lies I’d ever heard. Blood only ever makes you related. Trust, love and loyalty makes you family.

— I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about yesterday and all the events that had occurred, but I just have to get through all this. I was brought out of thought by someone knocking on my door. “Y/n?” My dad called out through the door. “What do you want?” I asked, sitting up from where I laid. “You’ll be meeting some of the your fiancé’s family today.” He said softly, my eyes widened. “I don’t even know his name.” I shouted back, standing up and heading straight for my bedroom door. “You’ll soon find out, now get ready.” He told me, leaving me confused as he walked down the hallway back to his office.

I rushed over to my closet, picking out the most presentable but comfortable clothes I could, shoving them on.

I just had to get married and make my dad happy.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room towards where my dad stood. He was on the phone, as per usual. “I’m ready, I’ll be downstairs.” I whispered in his ear, heading towards the stairs. He turned to look at me nodding as I walked downstairs.

I was immediately greeted by one of my fathers ‘big bad bodyguards’, who was pointing towards the car. I slid into the backseat, patiently waiting for my dad to make his way to the car. After roughly 15 minutes he had finally got into the car. The car immediately started, as we made our way to the restaurant. “Put your foot on it Darren, we’re going to be late.” My dad told the man driving us, he almost immediately sped up swerving through traffic.

I stared out the window, looking at all the shops and buildings we passed. “Where are we actually going?” I asked, looking slightly at my dad. “Just a restaurant, we’re almost there anyways.” He replied, looking down at his phone. I rolled my eyes, his phone was practically glued to his hand you’d think he was a teenage girl by the way he doesn’t leave the house without it.

As we continued passing people, buildings and other cars, two people caught my eye. It was a man and a little girl. They were walking down the street eating ice cream, they both looked so happy.

Why couldn’t me and my dad have that bond together?

— We slowly approached a small restaurant, which was filled with people; mainly middle aged men and women. “Come on then we’re already late as it is.” My dad said, patting my shoulder as he got out of the car. I slid out the car door, walking next to him as we entered the restaurant. “Can I know his name now?” I asked, looking at my dad. “I guess so,” He sighed. “His name is Chris and I expect you to show him and his family the most utter respect, okay.” He smiled, as I nodded.

“Good afternoon, have you guys got a reservation?” The waiter asked, looking down at the paper placed in front of them. “Yes, yes we have. The last name should be sturniolo.” He replied, looking at his watch. “Great, everyone else is already here so follow me and I’ll grab you guys some more menus.” The waiter said, leading us over to the table.

As we made our way to the table I was greeted with, 5 people. 3 in which all looked very similar in age and looks. An older lady immediately stood up walking towards me. “You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you.” She said, kissing my cheeks. I smiled, as the others greeted me and my dad. One boy in particular kept his gaze on mine. “If you couldn’t tell we’re triplets,” One of the boys said. “I’m Nick.” He added, bumping the one who sat on his left’s shoulder. “Oh uh I’m Matt.” The other chimed in, smiling. “And that’s Chris, anyways feel free to sit down.” Nick said, pointing towards a chair. I sat on the chair, looking at my dad who was already deep into a conversation. “So why don’t you tell us more about yourself.” The lady said, sipping from her drink. I bit my cheek slightly, looking at Chris and back down. “Why don’t I start, I’m Nick, I’m 20, I’m a triplet obviously and I really enjoy photography!” He said, smiling at me. “Uh well, I’m y/n and I.” I started speaking, when my dad ;who was now staring holes into my face, caught my attention.

“Why don’t we talk about the wedding.” My dad said abruptly changing the subject as he turned to look at Chris. “Right yes the wedding, aren’t you excited!” Nick said, giddily. “She is indeed, we’ve been discussing it a lot recently.” My dad butted in before I could begin to speak. I sighed, looking down at the water in front of me. “Chris are you happy?” Matt asked, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “What- oh- uh yes I am and it’s been wonderful meeting my wife to be.” He said, fake smiling. I could tell by the rest of his body language that he wasn’t genuinely happy or interested in the current conversation. “Well i was hoping we could go shopping and look at dresses tomorrow, but only if you’d like to.” The lady asked, grinning at me. “I’m sure she’d love to. Wouldn’t you?” My dad replied, looking at me. I nodded my head. “Yes, of course I would.” Just then my dad’s phone started ringing, who looked down at who was calling. “I’m sorry this is important, I’ll be back in a second.” He said, walking outside of the restaurant. “So what kind of dresses do you plan on looking at,” Nick asked. “Oh before you say, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything for Chris you’ll just have to tell us tomorrow.” He added, smiling at Chris who’s attention was now on his phone.

I sat talking with them and eating the food we had ordered whilst I waited patiently for my dad to return from his ‘important call’. “y/n!” Someone beckoned out to me, I turned to look. It was my dad and he wasn’t happy. “We need to leave now, something happened it’s important.” He told me, as I shot up grabbing my stuff. “It was nice meeting you all, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said waving as I left the restaurant. “What was that about?” I asked, frowning at my dad. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. We just urgently need to get home,” He replied, getting back into the car as I also slid into the car. “Oh Nick asked me to give you his number by the way.” “Okay, I’ll message him now.” I replied, pulling out my phone.

Hi my dad said you wanted me to have your number

Yes I wanted to talk about what time your going wedding shopping tomorrow

I honestly don’t know but i’d love if you’d come with me

I was hoping you’d ask me that

I giggled earning a frown from my dad. “What are you giggling about?” He asked, looking at my phone. “I was just talking to Nick about tomorrow.” I replied, looking back down at my phone. “Oh right, well I’ll get Darren to drop and pick you up tomorrow.” He said, Darren nodding in response as he focused on driving us home.

— We finally made it home, my dad heading straight to his office whereas I headed straight to my room to message Nick.

Me and Nick ended up talking for hours on end about anything and everything. It was as if we’d known each other for years. The connection me and Nick already had was all my 8 year old self would have dreamed for after all I’d never had a best friend because my dad had insisted for me to get homeschooled meaning I never got the chance to meet people.

Maybe this whole ‘arranged marriage’ wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I just had to get to know Chris and Matt more.

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A/N: how we feeling about this so far, took me forever to write even though it’s short but this is just the start!!

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AS GOOD A REASON - CH. 1 | OBERYN MARTELL

Chapter One: The Devil's Trumpet

Summary: You, who has made it her life's work to get retribution on those who mistreated and harassed you when you were a child. The scars on your body are a physical reminder of the suffering you endured at the hands of abusers, and they also provide the fuel for your years-long quest for retribution.

Paring: Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS GO AWAY, GoT is full of serious and harmful topics, mentions of SA, Rape (not the reader), Murder, Violence, Gore, War, Poison, Scars, Burns, Scratching, Su!c!de, AU, Age–Gap Romance, Angst, FLUFF, Eventual SMUT, Swearing, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, Blood, War, Religion References, Nudity, Domestic Abuse, Incest, Prostitution, Weapons, Fire, Horror,

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Sooooooo… I don’t know a lot of Game of Thrones lore… so I ask for your patience and kindness when it comes to this fic, cause I know there will be some inconsistencies. I would stay up late at night, staring at the ceiling of my bed, constantly imagining that I could save Oberyn Martell from the Mountain. This is the story that I have been dreaming about for almost two years now. This fic is loosely based off The Glory on Netflix, it’s a show all about revenge which felt fitting for a Game of Thrones fic. There’s not a lot of Oberyn Martell yet in this chapter… but the next one for sure he’ll be there ;)

Song: as good a reason by Paris Paloma

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DRAGONSTONE, WESTEROS — 280 AC

From the moment your mother bartered you away to the Targaryens, you harbored no illusions about your worth in her eyes. Born to a minor lord, your father's coffers were never overflowing, and upon his death, your mother wasted no time in casting you aside like a discarded toy. It was a transaction as cold and calculated as any.

As a mere girl, you were thrust into servitude within the Targaryen household, your days filled with menial tasks and fleeting moments of respite. Your mother's indifference had left you with a bitter taste in your mouth, yet you dared not dwell on the past, for in the world of kings and queens, survival was a luxury afforded only to the cunning and the strong.

So, you learned to keep your head down, to swallow your pride and obey without question. In the grand tapestry of courtly life, you were but a humble thread, weaving your way through the intricacies of power and deceit with the practiced ease of one who knows their place in the hierarchy of the Seven Kingdoms.

News of the betrothal between Princess Elia Martell and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen spread like wildfire through the streets of King's Landing, igniting whispers of anticipation and speculation among the common folk. And when the day of their union finally arrived, the Great Sept of Baelor bore witness to a spectacle of unparalleled grandeur, as the noble houses of Westeros gathered to witness the marriage of two powerful dynasties.

In the wake of their wedding, the newlyweds departed for the ancient seat of Dragonstone, leaving a wake of excitement and intrigue in their wake. Within the stone walls of the island fortress, the air crackled with anticipation, as servants bustled about in a frenzy of preparation for the arrival of the newlyweds.

In the hushed corridors of Dragonstone, amidst the flurry of activity that heralded the arrival of the royal couple, you found yourself singled out from the bustling crowd of servants. With a sense of unease mingled with awe, you were ushered into the inner sanctum of Princess Elia's chambers, thrust into a position of unexpected privilege.

As you navigated the opulent surroundings, your heart pounded with a mixture of apprehension and determination. The eyes of the court seemed to follow your every move, their silent scrutiny a constant reminder of your newfound status.

Perhaps it was Princess Elia's keen observation or her innate sense of compassion that led her to notice the subtle cruelties inflicted upon you by your fellow servants. The older maids, with their twisted smiles and mocking jests, seemed to take pleasure in your misfortune, their actions a reminder of the harsh realities of life within the walls of Dragonstone.

Yet, in the presence of your new mistress, you found solace and sanctuary, a refuge from the cruelty of those who sought to belittle and demean you. With each passing day, as you tended to her needs with a quiet diligence, and you felt a sense of belonging that had long eluded you.

As Princess Elia's pregnancy progressed, you remained steadfast by her side, attending to her every need from dawn till dusk. With each passing day, the weight of responsibility rested heavily upon your shoulders, as you labored tirelessly to ensure her comfort and well-being.

When the time finally came for Elia to bring forth new life into the world, you stood beside her, a silent witness to the agony and ecstasy of childbirth. Her cries pierced the air like a dagger, each shriek a testament to her strength and determination. And though fear gripped your heart with each painful contraction, you remained steadfast in your resolve to see her through this trial.

With the arrival of Princess Rhaenys, the air seemed to shimmer with joy. As Elia cradled her newborn daughter in her arms, her eyes alight with love and exhaustion, you offered words of comfort and admiration.

"You have brought forth a beautiful child, Your Majesty," you murmured softly, your voice a gentle reassurance in the flurry of the birthing chamber. "You have done marvelously."

A weary smile graced Elia's lips as she gazed down at her precious daughter, her fingers tracing the delicate features of the babe's face. "Thank you for your kindness," she replied, her gratitude evident in every word.

And so, with the birth of Princess Rhaenys, a new chapter began in the lives of the Targaryen dynasty. As the babe was presented to Rhaegar's parents at court, the halls of Dragonstone echoed with the whispers of anticipation, a testament to the enduring legacy of House Targaryen.

As Queen Rhaella cradled her granddaughter with tender affection, her eyes alight with joy and pride, King Aerys the Second stood apart, his expression twisted with disdain. With a sneer of contempt, he recoiled from the child, his words dripping with venom.

"Smells Dornish," he remarked, his voice laced with disgust.

Your jaw clenched with suppressed anger at his callous words, a silent witness to the depths of his cruelty and madness. In that moment, as you beheld the scene unfolding before you, it became abundantly clear that the king's heart was as black as obsidian, his soul consumed by the darkness that lurked within.

TOURNEY AT HARRENHAL, THE YEAR OF FALSE SPRING, WESTEROS — 281 AC

At Harrenhal, nestled in the verdant heart of the Riverlands, Lord Walter Whent played host to a grand tournament, a celebration that spanned ten days and drew lords and ladies from across the Seven Kingdoms. Within the storied halls of the ancient castle, whispers of intrigue and ambition mingled with the clinking of goblets and the strains of music, each moment pregnant with the promise of both glory and treachery.

Amidst the throng of nobility, you moved with the silent grace of a shadow, your keen eyes and sharp ears attuned to every murmur and gesture. As a mere servant, you lingered on the periphery of the festivities, your presence all but unnoticed by the illustrious guests who reveled in the splendor of the occasion.

On the first night, as the Hall of a Hundred Hearths blazed with the warm glow of torchlight and the scent of roasted meats hung heavy in the air, you observed the comings and goings of the noble houses with a keen eye. From the stalwart Starks to the enigmatic Howland Reed, the northern lords mingled with their southern counterparts, their alliances and rivalries simmering beneath the surface like a pot ready to boil over.

Amidst the revelry, the figures of legend and lore moved with an aura of mystique and allure. Brandon Stark's easy charm drew Lady Ashara Dayne to the dance floor, while the shy Eddard Stark found himself swept up in the rhythm of the music. Benjen Stark's playful banter with his sister Lyanna elicited laughter and teasing, a glimpse into the bonds that bound the Stark siblings together.

And then, amidst the swirling throng of dancers, you caught sight of him: Prince Oberyn Martell, the embodiment of charm and charisma, his laughter ringing out like silver bells in the night. As he twirled Lady Ashara Dayne in a graceful waltz, his smile illuminated the room with its brilliance, casting a spell over all who beheld him.

But you knew better than to linger on such fleeting distractions, in the glittering spectacle of courtly intrigue, shadows were lurking in the corners, secrets waiting to be uncovered. And so, with a determined resolve, you turned your attention away from the beguiling prince and towards the task at hand, knowing that one must always be vigilant, lest they be consumed by the machinations of power and ambition.

The tourney at Harrenhal stretched across ten days, a spectacle of martial prowess and pageantry that captivated the hearts and minds of all who attended. In between the clash of swords and the thunder of hooves, champions emerged and legends were born, each contest a testament to the valor and skill of the knights who jousted and fought in the name of honor and glory.

From the seven-sided melee to the fierce competition of the joust, the tourney boasted a variety of events to entertain the crowds, including archery contests, axe-throwing competitions, and thrilling horse races. Yet, amidst the revelry and excitement, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air, a whisper of uncertainty that hinted at darker forces at play.

As the final moments of the tourney drew near, all eyes turned to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, the golden-haired champion whose prowess in the joust had earned him victory over four knights of the Kingsguard. Yet, it was not his triumph in the lists that would become the stuff of legend, but rather the fateful decision he made in the aftermath of his victory.

Standing amidst the gathered nobility, you watched in disbelief as Prince Rhaegar bypassed his own wife, Princess Elia, and bestowed the crown of blue winter roses upon Lyanna Stark, the betrothed of Lord Robert Baratheon. This was the moment all smiles died. The air crackled with tension as murmurs of confusion and outrage rippled through the crowd, a clear sense of unease settling over the festivities like a shroud.

In that moment, as the fragile peace of the realm hung in the balance, you felt a chill run down your spine, a premonition of the chaos and bloodshed that would soon engulf the Seven Kingdoms. For in the blink of an eye, the seeds of war had been sown, and the fate of Westeros hung in the balance.

DRAGONSTONE, WESTEROS — 282 AC

In the dimly lit chamber of Dragonstone, the air was thick with anticipation as Princess Elia fought through the pain of labor, her strength waning with each passing moment. Beside her, you stood as a silent sentinel, offering words of encouragement and support as she braved the trials of childbirth once more.

With each command to push, Princess Elia's resolve hardened, her determination a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf her. Yet, it was evident that her delicate health posed a formidable obstacle, her frailty a constant reminder of the challenges she faced.

And then, amidst the hushed whispers of the attending maesters, the sharp cry of a newborn babe pierced the air, a herald of new life amidst the shadows of uncertainty. With a ragged sigh of relief, Princess Elia's weary frame slumped backward, her brow glistening with sweat as she drew in ragged breaths.

"It's a son," the maester announced, his voice ringing with reverence as he presented the newborn prince to his exhausted mother.

A flicker of joy illuminated Princess Elia's weary features as she reached out trembling hands to cradle her newborn son, her touch gentle and reverent as she welcomed him into the world. With tears of gratitude glistening in her eyes, she pressed her lips to his tiny forehead, whispering words of love and devotion as she held him close to her heart.

Prince Aegon was born.

KINGS LANDING, WESTEROS — 283 AC

Chaos erupted across the realm with the dawn of the new year, as news of Lyanna Stark's abduction by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen near Harrenhal spread like wildfire, igniting the flames of conflict between rival houses.

In the Vale of Arryn, the clash of steel and the cries of battle echoed through the mountain passes, as Lord Jon Arryn marshaled his forces to defend his homeland against the encroaching storm of war. Meanwhile, in the coastal city of Gulltown, the once-impregnable defenses crumbled under the relentless assault of Robert Baratheon and his forces, with the valiant Marq Grafton falling in the heat of battle.

With Gulltown secured, Robert Baratheon wasted no time in rallying his own banners to his cause, sailing swiftly to his ancestral seat of Storm's End to muster his forces for the coming conflict. Yet, even as he prepared for war, Robert's gaze turned to the stormlands, where the first major battle of the campaign awaited him.

At Summerhall, within the ruins of the ancient keep, Robert Baratheon faced his foes in a brutal clash of arms, his skill and valor turning erstwhile enemies into staunch allies. With Lords Grandison and Cafferen, as well as Silveraxe, pledging their fealty to his cause, Robert emerged victorious, his path to the north now clear as he prepared to join forces with Jon Arryn and the northern lords in their quest for vengeance.

All throughout the chaos of war, you bore witness to the dark machinations of the Mad King as he conspired to unleash destruction upon King's Landing itself. Ser Jaime Lannister, his white cloak billowing behind him, stood witness to the sinister plot hatched by the Alchemists' Guild, while the rest of the Kingsguard were scattered, their loyalty divided amidst the brewing conflict.

In the midst of this turmoil, Lord Qarlton Chelsted, Hand of the King, emerged as an unexpected ally, his friendship and concern for your safety a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of fear and uncertainty. Yet, as whispers of the king's treachery reached his ears, Lord Chelsted's conscience could no longer remain silent. With courage and conviction, he confronted the Mad King, pleading for mercy and reason in the face of madness.

But mercy was a foreign concept to Aerys Targaryen, his mind consumed by the flames of paranoia and tyranny. In a cruel and chilling display of power, he condemned Lord Chelsted to a fate worse than death, his screams echoing through the halls of the Red Keep as the flames consumed him.

In the wake of this horror, you found yourself thrust into the cruel embrace of the king's wrath, your cries of anguish falling upon deaf ears as the searing pain of the iron rod seared your flesh. Bound and helpless, you endured the agony of your punishment, a silent testament to the cruelty of those who held power over life and death.

When consciousness returned, it was to the gentle touch of Princess Elia, her soothing words a balm to your wounded soul. With tears of shame and gratitude, you sought to apologize for your weakness, but the kind princess silenced your protests with a gentle shush, her compassion a beacon of hope in the darkness.

"Rest now, dear child," she murmured, her voice a soft melody of reassurance. "You have tended to me with care and kindness. Now it is my turn to watch over you."

In the warmth of her embrace, you found solace amidst the pain, your heart heavy with the weight of your suffering but buoyed by the kindness of one who saw beyond the scars to the strength within. And as sleep claimed you once more, you whispered a silent prayer of thanks to the Seven for the gift of Princess Elia's compassion in a world consumed by cruelty and strife.

The rest of House Targaryen remained blissfully unaware of the dark schemes brewing within the walls of King's Landing. Queen Rhaella Targaryen, her eyes veiled to her husband's descent into madness, remained preoccupied with her own concerns, while Prince Rhaegar Targaryen marshaled his forces for the impending conflict.

In the depths of the city, hidden from prying eyes, the pyromancers of the Alchemists' Guild toiled in secrecy, their hands guided by the whispers of their mad king. Thousands of jars of wildfire, that volatile substance capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction, were meticulously placed in strategic locations throughout the city. From the shadows of the Dragonpit to the hallowed halls of the Great Sept of Baelor, and even beneath the very foundations of the Red Keep itself, the city of King's Landing was a powder keg awaiting the spark of war.

As the flames of conflict spread across the realm, each battle leaving its mark upon the land, the fate of the Seven Kingdoms hung in the balance. Amidst the chaos of the Stoney Sept, where narrow streets became blood-soaked battlegrounds, Prince Doran Martell grappled with the weight of his decision. Bound by duty to his king yet driven by love for his sister, Princess Elia, Doran reluctantly pledged his support to Prince Rhaegar's cause, his heart heavy with the knowledge of the dangers that lay ahead.

Following the fateful clash at the Trident, the Mad King's grip on power grew ever more tenuous. In a desperate bid to consolidate his rule, Aerys named Rossart, his favored pyromancer, as his new Hand of the King. Yet, his reign of terror would be short-lived, as the flames of rebellion engulfed the realm. With his wife, Queen Rhaella, and their young son, Prince Viserys, sent to the safety of Dragonstone, Aerys's grip on reality slipped further into the abyss, his madness driving him to unspeakable acts of cruelty and betrayal. Locked within the walls of King's Landing, Princess Elia Martell and her children, Rhaenys and Aegon, remained prisoners of a king consumed by paranoia and fear.

MAEGOR’S HOLDFAST, THE RED KEEP — 283 AC

Lord Tywin Lannister, who had stubbornly refused calls to arms from both the loyalists and the rebels until that point, appeared at the gates of King's Landing with an imposing army of twelve thousand men, mere hours before Eddard Stark would arrive. Lord Tywin professed his unwavering loyalty to King Aerys, and while Lord Varys, the cunning master of whispers, counseled Aerys to keep the gates locked, the king chose to heed the advice of the manipulative Grand Maester Pycelle, ordering the gates to be opened to Tywin's men. With the arrival of the forces from the westerlands, the city of King's Landing became a target for plunder and destruction.

As the realization that all was lost sank in, Aerys, driven by madness and desperation, commanded Rossart, a pyromancer, to unleash the hidden caches of wildfire throughout the city, hoping to reduce Robert's forces to mere "ashes and bones".

In a final act of cruelty, he tasked Ser Jaime Lannister, the eldest son of Lord Tywin and the sole remaining knight of his Kingsguard present in the city, with killing his own father and presenting his head as a gruesome gift. However, Jaime, torn between loyalty and reason, defied the mad king's command. Instead, he turned his blade on Rossart, knowing that Aerys would simply find another pyromancer to carry out his destructive plans. Realizing the imminent danger, Jaime rushed back to the Red Keep and put an end to Aerys' life in the throne room, just moments before soldiers from the westerlands stormed in.

Meanwhile, Ser Gregor Clegane, known for his massive size and brutal nature, accompanied by Ser Amory Lorch, made their way into Maegor's Holdfast. Their mission was to eliminate the remaining members of the royal family, solidifying Robert's claim to the throne and demonstrating House Lannister's complete abandonment of the Targaryens.

The resounding crash of the door being forcefully shattered reverberated through the room, punctuated by the shattering of glass and the piercing screams that filled the air. You, trapped in that room, could do nothing but bear witness to the horrific scene unfolding before your eyes. Gregor Clegane callously hurled you towards the fireplace, the searing heat scorching your skin, as he believed you would perish amidst the flames. Bleeding and disoriented, you lay on the floor, your vision blurred by the pain that engulfed you.

In the middle of pandemonium, you watched in horror as Princess Rhaenys, a mere toddler, was dragged from beneath her father's bed by the monstrous Clegane. The screams of the innocent child echoed through the room as she was mercilessly stabbed over fifty times. Aegon, Elia's son and the last hope for the Targaryen line, suffered an equally gruesome fate as Gregor brutally smashed his head against a wall. With Aegon's blood and brains still staining his hands, Gregor proceeded to rape Elia and ultimately ended her life by crushing her skull.

As Gregor and Amory callously departed, their hands stained with the blood of their heinous acts, they paid no heed to your crumpled form, assuming you were dead. Silently, you feigned death, your battered body lying motionless on the floor. The sound of their heavy footsteps slowly faded away, their hearts devoid of remorse, as they never once faltered or looked back.

With fresh burns scorching your body, the searing pain and stinging sensations intensified, causing you to vomit on the side of the bedroom, overwhelmed by the horrifying sight before you. The people you held dear, the ones who reciprocated your affection, were now lost and lifeless, torn away from you forever.

In a state of despair, you crawled and stumbled, driven by an unknown force or perhaps a touch of divine intervention. Miraculously, you managed to navigate the treacherous secret passages of the sacked city, escaping the clutches of danger. The reason for your survival remained a mystery, lost in the chaos that surrounded you. Perhaps it was your unwavering determination or the small flicker of hope that compelled you to keep moving forward, to honor Elia's memory and the children who were denied the chance of a life.

You couldn't recall how you found yourself on the shores near Blackwater Bay, gazing out at the vast expanse of the Narrow Sea. Kneeling in the cool, wet sand, you felt the water recede, stinging your burns and prompting an uncontrollable urge to scratch, causing fresh blood to flow. Your bruised stomach throbbed with pain.

Exhausted from the relentless pursuit of survival, you yearned for respite, for an end to the constant struggle. Slowly, you began to crawl toward the ocean, knowing that the cold embrace of the water would bring solace, relieving the incessant itch of your scars. What more could you desire? This, perhaps, was the only path left.

But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Standing at the precipice, you let out a piercing cry, releasing your anguish into the air. With every ounce of strength, you struck your arms, the very arms that bore the visible reminders of your torment.

In that moment, you chose to defy the darkness that threatened to consume you, refusing to succumb to despair. At the edge of the world, you stood tall, your cries echoing across the empty beach, a testament to your resilience and determination to get revenge.

BRAAVOS, ESSOS — 287 AC

In the ancient city of Braavos, where secrets whispered through the narrow alleys and the canals flowed with mysterious tales, you found solace amid the chaos. Once a believer in the gods, you had come to realize that their existence was nothing more than a facade, a comforting illusion for the masses.

Having scraped together enough coin, you secured passage on a ship departing from Blackwater Bay, leaving behind a turbulent past and seeking refuge in the anonymity of Braavos. The city welcomed you with its vibrant streets and diverse inhabitants, offering a chance at a new beginning.

From baker to cleaner, nurse to animal keeper, and occasionally even a tutor to minor Ladies, you took on any job that would sustain you. Your tireless work ethic caught the attention of the nobles, who saw value in your dedication and entrusted you with their precious steeds. However, the privilege of working for the Lords came at a cost, as some would cross boundaries and attempt to take advantage of your vulnerability. Yet, you stood strong, extracting your payment and moving on.

Throughout the years, you meticulously saved every coin, seeking out the teachings of various assassin guilds and skilled swordsmen. Disguised as a boy, you delved into the secrets of High Valyrian, honed your swordsmanship, and mastered the art of poisons. The guilds taught you to discern truth from lies, and to control your facial expressions, laying the groundwork for your vengeful plans.

As you went about your duties in the bustling stables, you tried to steal moments to study the intricate notes on potions, mumbling the descriptions to yourself. Suddenly, a sharp smack landed on the back of your head, causing you to wince in pain. "Quit your foolishness and focus on your work!" your employer reprimanded.

"Don't be too hard on her! Look at all the burn scars on her legs and arms," one of the older stableboys interjected, coming to your defense. Gritting your teeth, you offered a quick apology, knowing that it was best to comply with your employer's wishes.

Resuming your tasks, you discreetly tucked away the notes into your pocket, their pages smudged with the grime of your surroundings. Your determination burned within you, fueled by the scars that adorned your body, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering that fueled your quest for revenge.

BRAAVOS, ESSOS — 294 AC

The scent of salt hung heavy in the air, you had grown up immersed in their language and customs. Fuelled by a thirst for knowledge, you clandestinely absorbed every morsel of information you could gather about the events unfolding in Westeros. Alongside your studies, you dedicated yourself to the art of combat, honing your skills with weapons and tirelessly toiling in a variety of jobs that allowed you to pursue your clandestine education.

As the boat that would carry you away from Braavos was being prepared, one of the enigmatic faceless men, who had taken an interest in your journey due to the scars that adorned your flesh, approached you. His hooded eyes locked onto yours as he inquired, "Are you prepared for what lies ahead?"

A mixture of determination and uncertainty danced in your gaze as you responded, "They seek servants for the Red Keep. The time is drawing near, and I must gather further intelligence on a select few. It appears that more than just the Lannisters are entangled in this web of power." The faceless man nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the situation.

With a silent understanding, the boat began its departure, carrying you across the waters of the Narrow Sea. Standing at the bow, your eyes fixated on the horizon, a sense of purpose and anticipation surged within you as you braced yourself for the unknown challenges that awaited.

RED KEEP, KING'S LANDING, WESTEROS — 298 AC

In the hallowed halls of the Red Keep, where whispers of power and deceit echoed through the stone, you had spent years serving as a humble maid, donning long-sleeved dresses regardless of the season that enveloped Westeros.

Maintaining a low profile was imperative to the success of your clandestine plan. As you arranged your quarters, a haven of secrecy, you opened a worn journal containing a meticulously compiled dossier. Every page adorned with detailed sketches and meticulous notes on the individuals implicated in the tragic demise of Princess Elia. Royals, lords, and ladies from every corner of Westeros found their place within those ink-stained pages. Their routines, preferences, lovers, and dark histories were meticulously chronicled, forming a tapestry of knowledge that would fuel your pursuit of vengeance.

Locking your quarters behind you, you ventured into the mist-shrouded gardens, a white datura flower delicately cradled in your hand. As you spun the delicate bloom, the devil's trumpet, between your fingers, a solemn chant escaped your lips, carried away by the ethereal fog. "Anyone who inflicts harm upon their neighbor shall bear the same injury."

An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A fracture for a fracture. The concept of just retribution swirled in your mind, the very embodiment of justice. Yet, a subtle smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. Was such fairness truly fitting? Was it not too generous, too even-handed? After all, fairness is a fleeting concept in this treacherous game, isn't it?

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Paradise Lost - Cat and Mouse Prequel Part 2

Cat and Mouse Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary - After your first treatment with Helion and Rhysand, the only thought on Azriel's mind is revenge.

Warnings - discussions of torture and murder, implied PTDS, reader dealing with guilt, trauma, and her self worth

A/N - our next part is going to be longer and really diving into what all happened to reader (along with a physical therapy session between her and Azriel). I wanted this to focus on Azriel more to ensure that it touched into @azrielappreciationweek and the Day 2 Prompt.

The Silent Isles were exactly what their name described. Silent and surrounded by water. Azriel had been flying them for the past 2 weeks while he waited for y/n to recover from the first session with Rhys and Helion.

What Rhysand saw in her mind was enough for Azriel to realize freeing her was not enough. He wanted blood. He wanted to watch her keeper's life drain from his eyes. He wanted to hold his body until it went cold and stiff. Then, he wanted to burn that damned place to the ground.

She had not woken up since that session. Her mind was lost in a jungle of memories blurring and swirling together, all blending so deeply she couldn't find a way out. Rhys was with her constantly, walking her through those pathways until his own nose would bleed and he'd have to pull out of her mind.

Azriel pulled the hood of his cloak up higher, watching as two of the spies he had figured out were higher up in the chain moved outside. "Go," he commanded his shadows in near silence.

"So if she's not back within the month," The larger blonde male shrugged.

A red head high fae male sighed. "We kill her. They have her in the High Lord's Palace right now. We got confirmation."

Azriel froze as the message was relayed to him. "And if they move her?"

"Then we find her. Velaris isn't that hard to get into. We've been doing it for years."

Azriel didn't bother flying back home. Instea,d he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily from the effort he used walking through his shadows to get him home as quickly as possible. Mor rushed to his side, supporting him as he stood up. "Where's Rhys?"

Mor ushered him to a chair before answering. "With y/n. She just woke up."

Conflict set in, squeezing his heart like a vice. "I have to interrogate her, Mor."

Rhys entered, as if on cue and stared towards Azriel as if he had grown a second head. "Why?"

He replayed the dream for him and Rhysand sighed, leaning against the wall. "She already told me, Az. She also told me you flying there was a waste of our time. There's no way in and no way out."

Dead silence fell over the room. "How?"

"Because the building isn't actually there, Az. It's everywhere. It's already in Velaris, in Spring, in Rusk. She described it as a connection of gates, not a true place. She isn't even sure where they're truly at when they're there."

Rhysand moved, watching the faelights of his court. "If one of us were to try to enter it, it could drop us Mother knows where. She's jumped to different worlds, Azriel. Different timelines. This isn't some bullshit organization of kidnapped kids. This is an incredibly powerful being taking other powerful beings and turning them into cold blooded killers."

Mor sat slowly, drinking her full glass of wine and refilling it, hee eyes wide as she processed. "So she's a key, but if we send her in-"

"They will kill her on the spot by blocking her ability to leave." Rhys said calmly. "All we can do is break the gate between Velaris, our allies, and them, but even then-"

"They can use magic to switch their faces, their scents, and they know their victims stories due to targeting the low class, alone, and lesser fae for their faces," Azriel said. "So destroying the connection won't stop them from entering because they already have faces that the shield knows and will allow in."

All Rhys could do was nod. "We moved her back to the House of Wind. Helion traded me silence in exchange for something I can't discuss," Rhysand examined the sun bargain mark adorning his left inner ankle again. "Until we know she's safe, she does not leave there unless one of us is with her."

Azriel nodded. "Can I see her?"

"If you'd like to."

Cassian walked him silently to the room Rhysand had moved her to. She no longer had a balcony. Only windows that were damn near impenetrable. Her door was now warded and shielded, appearing to just be part of the wall. Not even her bathroom had floor to ceiling windows allowing her a view of the mountains or city below.

"Good luck," Cassian said softly. "Approach slowly."

Y/n was sat on her bed, dark hair a curly mess as if it had not been brushed and was constantly being tugged and played with. Her eyes had dark bags under them, which was almost comical for how long she has been unconscious. She was rocking back and forth, her knees tucked to her chest and picking at her nails.

If Azriel had not known better, he would have assumed his mate was coming down from a high provided by some street potion sold in a dark alley.

"Hellcat," he moved to her slowly taking a seat with him and sitting across from her. "Y/n, what's wrong? Talk to me."

He poured love and comfort down the bond to her, watched as she slowed her movements down and accepted it. "I've hurt so many people." Her guilt hit him like an arrow, striking deep in his own heart. "I never want to hurt anyone ever again."

Azriel moved to sit besides her, pulling her into his chest and holding her. "You were forced to do those things, y/n. That doesn't define who you are, what we do once you're free of them does. You've already told Rhys about a huge security risk to our home, you came here willingly when the bond snapped, you've confessed to every assassination you've taken part in."

"But what if that's not enough, Azriel? What if I can never do enough to erase this part of my history that affected thousands of families and sometimes whole kingdoms? What if I simply am not enough?"

The question stung, bringing tears to Azriel's eyes as he forced her to look at him. "I torture fae for a living, little hellcat. I have killed countless people on Rhysand's orders, on his father's orders before him, and simply because they were blocking my way to a target."

Azriel took a deep breath before continuing. "I've ordered executions just based on the world and trust of my spies. I've killed king's guards, royals, lesser and greater fae. Trust me, I can empathize with your feelings, my love. I understand them better than anyone here, and that's why I need you to understand you are worthy. You are enough. You are good."

He forced her head towards his again, kissing her forehead softly. "You did not do those things by choice, y/n. Just remember that." Azriel pulled her close again, burying her head into his neck.

He gave zero fucks in that moment what Rhys had said regarding the Silent Isles and the spy network building. He was going to find them, he was going to skin them alive, and he was going to let you watch or bring you their heads one by one until every single last fae who made you feel this way was no more than a speck of dirt under his boot.

After two more weeks fighting off darkness, you sighed heavily as Helion and Rhys sat across from you. "Are you sure you're ready?" The Day Lord spoke smoothly, "It's only been a month."

You nodded. "I want to get it over with."

"Then let's begin."

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SAVAGE LOVE. STANDING NEXT TO YOU Part Two

Part Two (Split into two parts)

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Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, College AU, Angst, Slice Of Life, Chubby Girl, Healing, Smut, Fluff.

Word count: 11k (whole thing has 20k words, sorry got carried away! But split into two chapters)

Rating: 18+ Rating Mature, Sexual content, smut (warning it’s pure filth), some hard swearing, Mention of some triggering mental health issues (WARNING as it involves an almost suicide), violence (punching).

Triggers and content: Angst, Angst over past actions, mention of therapy, talk about past actions, healing together, guilt, angst with fluff, past memories brought up, mental health issues, anxiety, bad body image, almost suicide (not graphic), a lot of reflection, forgiveness, apologies, secrets being revealed, nightmares, self reflection, hurtful words, Jimin being Jimin, STD’s mentioned.

Jungkook surprising everyone, graduation ceremony, graduation celebration, Surprises, celebration dinner mentioned, new jobs, Yoongi betting on their relationship with frat boys, Jungkook’s ex mentioned, Jungkook’s ex at graduation party, drinking, partying. Taehyung being revealed as the best boy, Taehyung being her secret buddy, punching, Jimin troublemaker, gatecrasher Jimin, OC gets a little revenge, dare game starts up again at the party.

Sexual content, Jungkook remembering fantasies, Past Sexual thoughts, smut, degradation, filming oral on his phone, more filming as Jungkook has a bit of a kink for it, oral (m & f), a bit of voyeurism and Agoraphilia, Soft and stern dom Jungkook, Daddy said a few times (mostly just to tease him), Chubby OC, subby OC, OC starts to get her confidence back, praise, spitting, squirting, dirty talking, filthy talk, edging, teasing, grinding, body worship, eating ass, Jungkook liking chubby woman, Jungkook’s mouth is filthy, size kink, hickies, Jungkook being soft and rough with her, hair pulling and soft biting, raw sex (no condom but on the implant), fluff, aftercare.

Author’s Note:

There are Jungkook POV’s in this. This is basically a part two to savage love, better to read that first or you won’t get some references. Please read the drabbles to savage love to get more of their past story, like their first meeting and first kiss.

Think I have all the triggers mentioned, but if there is one that you think I definitely should mention let me know.

Lastly, I hope you enjoy it!

🔞⚠️ NO MINORS ON THIS BLOG!! THERE IS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND TRIGGERING ADULT CONTENT.

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Jungkook pov:

We are both tipsy as Taehyung calls a toast to everyone and congratulates everyone at the party for graduating.

They all cheer and holler drinking to the sentiment with grins on their faces. Then he starts to talk about us, telling everyone how in love we have been for years, since we met at age six.

Then he says that he asks himself how two people are so perfect for each other and that everyone seemed to know how in love we were but us.

Everyone laughs nodding, seems like they did all know, I mean we were on the list so people must have thought it a possibility. The frats always compile a huge list and place it up in the frat houses with odds and people can bet on the outcome. They did this every year, Yoongi said we were there every year and the odds got more and more.

"Just want to congratulate Jungkook and Alice on their engagement. To my best friends, Jungkook and Alice who I love to pieces! I'm sure that all of us here are thinking that it was about damn time, because it only took sixteen years for them to realise that it was love at first sight. Little Kookie and Alice met at the tender age of six and pretty sure that Jungkook was a simp for Alice right then and there. I myself was this close to banging their heads together and if I had to watch Jungkook and Alice pining for each other for another year, I would have left the country, ha ha! But luckily Jimin did them a favour and got candice pregnant, pretty sure that's the only thing that I would ever thank Park Jimin for! Congratulations on your engagement guys and I can't wait to give my best man speech at your wedding in the future! I just know your love inspires the rest of us, so we never give up on finding love. We all wish you the best in the future and can't ever remember seeing two people so perfect for each other! CONGRATULATIONS!! Wooooo Hoooooo! Let's party!"

Taehyung had fun giving this little speech, everyone laughed loudly at certain parts making me blush and groan in embarrassment.

Yeah we get it, we needed our heads banged together and he's right that's the only thing I will ever thank Jimin for, for finally making a permanent mistake. Grabbing Alice's hand I take her to go dance, I can see that she's a little shy and apprehensive but she's not refusing me.

I just wish that she was the Alice I once knew, the one who stood up for me when I had a stutter as a child and would fight the bullies who tried to bully me because of it. The girl who was an extrovert, who would do dares with me and seek an adrenaline rush with me too.

She's very very slowly coming back to life, but her self esteem took a huge hit over the years. I'm going to put in the work to correct all of that, to make sure that she knows how much I still lust after her, she's still utterly perfect for me.

Moment 4 life by Nikki Minaj is playing and I try to loosen her up as I grind against her, she starts to look more relaxed when I start kissing her neck and lips.

It helps her melt against me and forget we are being watched by anyone. My body reacts to her and I can't help myself, my hands are all over her.

"Hmm my pretty girl, you turn me on so much. I want to bury myself in you and never leave" I groaned seductively in her ear, gripping her thick hips with my greedy hand, my other wrapped around her waist. Alice moans, throwing it back grinding against me. I'm so hungry for her it's insane.

She has gotten me off by jerking me off and I have repaid the favour loads of times, but I have only given her oral sex a handful of times. I'm a giver so it turns me on anyway, not sure why I haven't let her return that favour yet.

Think I just wanted her to know that it was about love and not just sex, because her relationship with Jimin was like that, just sex. Well it was until he started to cheat.

I can't wait to see how magnificent her ass looks when I snap my hips against hers, I bet it looks perfect when it jiggles. I haven't told her yet but I actually love my women with more meat on their bones.

When I peeked at her juicy thighs and grabable hips when I placed the towel around her that day, I was hard. I had to leave her to dry herself or she would have seen my hard dick and it wasn't the time nor the place.

She had no idea how many times I had to rush to the bathroom to bang one out due to her bending over showing me her exquisite ass. She always missed the way my eyes would scan her body and how I would bite my lip when I imagined her underneath me. Imagining how perfect my marks would look on her fleshy thighs, how beautiful she would look covered in them. She once flashed her pink cotton panties without realising when she was wearing a dress and I almost came in my pants.

Even back in school when I accidentally saw her in the shower and the time she flashed me her perfect breasts in a dare. Everything in my spank bank memories is of her, I still have the video of our dare when we were high, where I dared her to let me film her sucking me off. Pretty sure we did everything but fuck back then, I regret not daring her to.

I can still remember how she felt when she grinded on me getting us off and how my hands squeezed her plump ass, it felt so soft and warm in my palms. Pretty sure that all of my wet dreams were about her, every single one.

I regret not being the one to take her virginity, she should have been the one to take mine too. But she is my first and only love though, no one else has ever got those words from me.

"I dare you to let me suck you off" She whispers in my ear suddenly, the very thought makes my dick jump in my trousers.

"Fuck, princess are you trying to get me hard?" I hissed into her neck, grinding my hardening dick into her ass.

"But I wanna suck you off so bad, don't you remember how my lips felt around your cock, Jungkook?" She seductively moans in my ear, she's such a damn tease.

"Fuck yes! It felt so good, baby. I still think about it and use that memory to get off. You used to let me cum in your dirty little mouth like a needy little slut. No one sucks me off like you used to, you used to suck me off like you worshipped my dick" I rasp lewdly in her ear, sucking harshly on her exposed neck.

"Please babe, I wanna suck you off, so fucking bad. Don't you want to fuck my soft wet mouth, Daddy?" The filthy whine broke me and I'm now dragging her off to the toilet with a feral need pulsing through my body.

How dare she tease me calling me Daddy! I don't give a damn if people see how hard I am for her in my trousers right now.

"Such a filthy little thing aren't you? So needy for my cock that you can't wait" I scold her, dragging her into the bathroom and locking the door, her whimpers sound so pretty.

"Kneel" I growl lustfully at her, I feel like I want to ruin her and I'm not sure if she will like that harsher side of me. She doesn't hesitate as she gets on her knees making me roughly groan.

"Look at you, my pretty girl. So good for me, that's it pretty baby. Get my cock out" I coo at her, running my hand through her hair as she unbuckles my belt, her hands are trembling with need as she starts to unzip me.

"That's right, take it out, princess" My eyes stare at her, devouring everything so I don't miss one second of it.

"Oh hmm shit, I dare you to let me film you” I hiss as her small hand wraps around my length, god I look so big in her hand. Alice looks up to me with dazed eyes nodding, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth.

"Words baby" I remind her and she replies with a simple yes, her mischievous eyes glinting.

"Good girl, god I love you so much" Groaning in excitement I get my phone out and start to film her, she looks so delicious knelt there gripping my cock.

"Spit on it baby, yeah just like that" She looks so dirty as she spits on my tip and distributes it sliding the wetness down my hardened length, then repeats it. I grip her hair tighter with a cuss on my lips as soon as she licks across my slit covering her tongue in my precum.

Then she gets further down going to my balls looking so damn exquisite. Licking from my taint, up my balls and right up my length makes my cock pulse with need. Groaning out her name with a gravelly tone, I try to concentrate on filming her, telling her to look up at the camera.

My pretty baby's mouth sexily wraps around my tip and she swirls her tongue around me humming, it looks so perfectly lewd through the screen. Damn, she feels so good that I can't remember any other blow job with other women feeling this amazing.

Only my times with her felt this erotic, I just thought it was because I was new to having my dick sucked back then. Clearly my princess is talented with her perfect little mouth.

"Fuck yeah, hmmm you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, princess. Feels so damn good, ahhh yes" I slur out feeling so entranced by how she feels, how she looks and damn, how she sounds.

The slurping as she bobs her head and sucks me harder every time she comes back up is debauched. And the line of spit spilling down her chin onto me and then onto her hand is absolutely sinful.

"So messy, such a filthy girl for me" I murmur gripping her hair harder, I can't fucking help myself when I thrust my hips in ecstasy. The lewd gag makes me throb as her throat closes around my tip.

"Fuck, sorry baby. You feel too good" I groan with desire and she removes her hand and places a hand over mine, the one I currently have gripped into her hair.

"Shit, you sure? You want me to fuck your needy throat, deep throating Daddy like a good girl?" I rasp in a ravenous tone at her and she hums nodding.

"Okay princess, tap my leg of it's too much. Gonna fuck your pretty mouth” I tell her with a vulgar moan, she hums again.

She braces her hands on my thighs and lets me take over, the whine that sounds out has me thrusting immediately. I'm still trying to concentrate on filming her, I have to get this on film, she looks so fucking amazing.

Shit, all the dirty sloppy noises have me close already and her moans vibrating on my length are all contributing.

"Such a needy little slut for my cock, you sound so filthy, moaning like a little cock hungry girl for me" I lewdly growl thrusting harder, the slurping and the drooling is fucking obscene.

"Hmmm shit, I'm close pretty baby" I pant loudly, grunting as my tip starts to tingle, vibrating through my torso and down my legs.

"Fuck! Face or mouth baby? Touch your face if you want that" I abruptly rasp at her, when she doesn't I fall immediately with a loud whine.

"Open up" My length hardens, before the pulse comes right after, I pull back and pull out, Alice pokes her tongue out.

Pumping myself all over her lips and tongue looks so damn sinful and I can't believe I caught it on camera.

"Ahh fuck sweetheart, you look so perfect like that. That's it take my cum, princess" I pant stroking myself until I'm empty, I can't help rubbing my tip around her lips with a filthy low moan.

"Lick your lips baby, yes so fucking greedy lick it up. My dirty girl, I love you so much" I husk at her, devouring the sin with a feral intensity, not wanting to miss anything.

Scooping everything spilled from mouth onto her chin and lips, I pop my finger in her mouth telling her to suck, cussing when she does.

"Good girl, such a good girl" I coo at her as I smooth her hair trying to soothe the burn on her scalp. She grins at me and I finally end the video on my phone. Pulling her up I kiss her with a burning passion moaning in her mouth. When we part we are breathless.

"You looked so sexy on camera baby, thank you for letting me film you" I grin mischievously at her, leaving gentle pecks on her face.

"I dare you to edge me all night until we go home, keep teasing me" Alice gives me a wicked grin making me chuckle, this is the Alice I remember and it's been so long since I saw her mischievous side.

"Yeah? Oh I'll take that dare, starting now" I smirk down at her walking her into the wall and getting on my knees. I'm gonna tease her over her panties for a little while, starting with gentle rubs.

"Spread your legs a little princess and watch me, baby" I husk at her looking up at her with a smug look, the desire is clear in her eyes.

Rubbing my fingers slowly over her panties I can tell how wet she is and I can feel her delicious plump mound and folds.

"Your panties are soaked baby, did sucking my dick turn you on?" Smirking smugly at the look on her face and how her lips now parted as she watches me with her head slowly nodding.

"Yes, I loved it. You look so hot right now, Jungkook" Alice eagerly moans, staring down at me biting her lip as I press a little harder against her clit now.

Pressing against her wet panties I tease her with my fingers running them along the edge of them. Letting her think I'm gonna pull the panties to the side as I pluck the edges with my fingers making her whine.

"Tsk! So needy and impatient, sweetheart" I tut with a smirk and start sucking and licking at the soft doughy flesh of her inner thighs. A low wanton moan falls out of her mouth as her lips part, I feel her pulse against my fingers as they rub against her drenched panties.

The whimper I receive because of how badly I'm teasing her sounds so sweet to my ears. I'm getting so close to her clit but diverting away as soon as her breathing gets faster.

The pout on her plump lips and the long whine she makes, makes me chuckle. Being an impatient brat she rolls her hips by my face whining again.

"Such a little brat! Tsk, bad girl" I scolded her, giving her a slap to her clothed pussy, she jolted cussing.

"But Daddy! You are teasing me" She whines needily again trying to rub her pussy against my face. She’s such a brat teasing me and calling me that.

I bite one of her lips with a feral growl and pull her panties down enough to suck a harsh mark on her plump mound.

"Ahhh fuck! Jungkook!" She cries out with a loud lamented moan. I'm pulling her panties up immediately and she quietly whimpers out a no.

"Such a needy girl, so desperate for my tongue that you can't be a good girl" I scolded her sternly but I put her out of misery by firmly licking a long stripe up her clothed folds.

Repeating it for about a minute until I try to move away and Alice grabs my hair trying to keep me there.

"Such a dirty little girl, with a needy little pussy. Dripping all over your panties like a filthy little slut. Tsk, how will I edge such a bratty baby?" Chuckling at her, I finally pull the panties to the side and clean up the filthy mess she has made.

"Yes, ahhh like that, Jungkook" She moans out hungrily gripping my hair, her whines have gotten louder and her pussy starts fluttering against my tongue.

"Tsk! No cumming for you, baby! You know what this is, I'm going to have you so desperate you are sobbing” I give her a wicked grin as I stand up smashing my lips on hers.

She pulls me closer, putting her hand on the back of my neck. We both jolt when someone tries opening the door and starts banging on the door.

"HURRY! I need to use the toilet!" A woman shouts banging louder making us giggle at each other.

I quickly sort Alice out, pulling her dress down and smoothing her hair down. She runs her finger on my lip and chin.

"Time to leave I think, Princess" I grin with a smugness at her flushed appearance, walking to the door and opening it slightly.

And as soon as I opened it I saw my ex Eunji who was the one who chucked the photo of Alice and I. I was so pissed when she damaged it.

She hated my relationship with Alice and was extremely jealous.

"Oh hey Jungkook, do you wanna talk? We could just mess. . ." She smiles looking happy but pauses when I open the door more and she sees Alice and then I see the cogs turning in her head at her flushed face.

I know she's thinking what I think she's thinking about and to be honest I don't give a damn what she thinks.

"Oh. . . Hi Alice. So can we talk after you're done Kookie?" She tries to give her a smile but it is fake and she is distracted by Alice standing there.

"Umm, about what?" I frown looking down at her, because we ended a year ago on bad terms and I would never have gotten back with her.

Even if I wasn't with Alice. We only lasted about four months max.

"I wanted to talk about us, I'm sorry about what happened between us and I worked on my jealousy. I'm sorry I broke your childhood picture and I know that you two are just best friends. I shouldn't have acted like that" Eunji sighs in defeat, looking down at her fingers.

"Well thank you I suppose, although it's been a while Eunji. Is that all you wanted to say? Because Alice and I have to go to rejoin the party, we have some serious celebrating to do" I reply dismissively, holding my hand out to Alice who takes it with a huge smile.

Eunji clearly thinks that I meant us celebrating our graduation only, we are but we are celebrating our engagement too.

"No! I. . . I want you to give us another chance, I loved you, well I still love you and I'm sorry for all the times I destroyed your property or deleted Alice's messages. The rumour that I started about her trying to steal you and everything else. I worked on that and I hope you'll give me another chance Jungkookie" She tells me with a hopeful look.

I'm totally uninterested and just want to enjoy the night with my princess.

"Oh well this is awkward!" I chuckle, making Alice giggle too.

"Why is it so awkward?" She frowns in confusion tilting her head.

"Well. . . Let me reintroduce my best friend, you clearly didn't get the memo. When did you arrive tonight? You must have missed the fight Jimin and I had at uni too, ha ha. You used to really be into gossip too. Anyway, meet my princess, my fiancée, Alice. I proposed at the graduation ceremony, I'm guessing you didn't see my speech?" I say squeezing my hand against Alice's who squeezes it back and presses into my side.

"Your fiancée? So I was fucking right to be jealous about you two? It wasn't just crazy thoughts in my head?" She suddenly scowls, looking like a million thoughts of the past are flying through her head.

Her eyes glare at Alice so I pull Alice to my chest feeling protective.

"Well yes, she's the only woman I've ever loved, Eunji. I think it was pretty damn obvious, the pictures everywhere in my apartment and everything catered to Alice in my place too. A few of my tattoos are dedicated to her too, this little silhouette of holding hands on my wrist is obviously us holding hands as kids. This is her birth flower, this saying is about her. This A on my finger is for her too, the two gaming characters holding hands, were our characters we played as kids on our favourite game. I could keep on going but you realise I never said I loved you right or gave you a pet name? And I would drop everything for Alice at a moment's notice no matter what we were doing. Okay, I'm sorry that I was selfish and used you to forget about Alice, along with other women but it always felt so damn wrong, never right. We both finally confessed to each other, I guess you were right when you said that Alice clearly loved me, guess I should have listened to you ages ago"

I comment, shrugging my shoulders at her like I don't really care about what she thinks. I know it's cold of me, but I need to shut this down and quickly.

"Wow! And here I was thinking I was too jealous and paranoid in our relationship! But all of my worries and thoughts were right, I guess I should have realised that when you finished with me over a stupid fucking picture" Eunji sneers at us looking pissed.

"That was not just any picture, Eunji, that was the day we first met as little six year olds. You could tell as soon as we met that we had something special. I kinda wish I could go back and tell myself that Alice would become my princess for real" I sigh looking down at Alice, squeezing her hand again.

"As much as we would love to catch up, as he said earlier we have some celebrating to do. We are celebrating our engagement. As nice as it is to see you, we have a party to rejoin. Goodbye Eunji and I hope you find someone who loves you back” Alice politely adds, pulling me to move past her.

"You're both assholes, do you know that? You treated your girlfriends like shit Jungkook! And no wonder Jimin cheated. I fucked him too just to feel better about myself and to get back at you, Alice!" Eunji blurts out suddenly and we both look back at her replying "goodnight" before we walk off.

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That was fun. . . not!

Although I expected this to happen at some point, it was inevitable. I knew at least one of his ex's would feel some type of way about us now being together.

Her confessing about Jimin had no effect on me, I knew he messed about with almost the entire campus, that news isn't new to me and it can't hurt me anymore.

Jungkook drags me to the dancefloor again and starts immediately teasing me. Summer by Paul Blanco is playing and we are just having fun kissing and grinding against each.

Of course he keeps kissing at my sensitive spot on my neck and covertly whispering filth in my ear to keep up the teasing on my edging.

Then he also started sneaking his hand up my dress a few times and groaning about how wet I am. When I asked him to edge me, he took the damn assignment seriously. The way he keeps kissing me too, like he missed me and has not kissed me in months.

Eunji is glaring holes into us and we don't give a fuck, it's all good. Well it was, until I heard Jungkook cuss in my ear sounding angry.

I start looking around wondering why he sounds so angry all of a sudden until he literally picks me up, making me straddle him whilst he kisses the hell out of me.

When we get into a covert place he slams me against the wall grinding up against me with a feral growl.

Jungkook is definitely tipsy from the drink because he doesn't care when someone chuckles as they walk past. His hand is on my slick panties rubbing up against my clit as he swallows any moans.

"Ahh Jungkook! Hmm close" I warn him with a loud moan and he removes his hand immediately, kissing me harder than before and moving his hand around to my ass.

"Shit, I want you so bad, sweetheart. I can't wait until we get home later, I'm gonna make you cum so hard, pretty baby. I want to feel you wrapped around me after desperately lusting you for so long" He groans hungrily in my neck, licking and sucking at my collarbone area.

"Fuck! Let's get back to the party before I drag you to a room and devour you" He rasps against my lips before kissing me one last time.

As soon as we walked over to the others with a new drink sitting down, I finally realised why Jungkook was so annoyed.

Jimin is there grinding on some woman who isn't his fiancée, kissing her neck too and either that woman doesn't know about Candice or she doesn't care.

I'm pissed off on behalf of Candice, she clearly didn't deserve this and was fooled by Jimin like everyone else was.

Me included. I sneakily take a picture and a little video.

"What a piece of shit! Candice is about to give birth" Taehyung growls in annoyance and I nod with a look of distaste on my face.

"This is what we would see all the time when he was with you, women all over him at parties and clubs" Jungkook tells me, rubbing my thigh in a sensual way as I sit on his lap.

"This was the scene at every single party though, it was prolific! I gave up punching him or saying anything after a while. Where the hell is Joon? Can we get him to kick his ass out? He's a damn gatecrasher as Joon wouldn't have invited him!" Yoongi scoffs in disgust, watching Jimin who has the cheek to smirk at him.

"Joon is getting it on with Haerin, don't know how long they are gonna be" Taehyung replies with a shoulder shrug.

"Can't we just kick his ass out? We know Joon doesn't want him here" Jungkook sneers, glaring at Jimin.

Jungkook snaps because of Jimin winking at me and pulls me around so quickly so I'm straddling him instead, making sure I'm not facing Jimin anymore.

His lips are on mine just as quickly, I lean in putting my arms around his neck, folding my fingers through his hair.

Jungkook groans lewdly into the kiss, giving me a subtle thrust, making me press harder against his lips, speeding up the kiss.

This time I give a subtle thrust making him throb underneath me, my dress is flared out on his lap and my wet panties are against his trousers.

"Fuck, do you wanna go home now, my pretty princess? I'm gonna make you feel good all night long. I can feel your hot wet pussy through my trousers" Jungkook murmurs sinfully into my ear, his tongue leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck.

I can imagine him smirking or glaring at Jimin as he does it and I internally grin.

His large hands firmly grab my ass cheeks with a loud hum, he is covertly pulling on my hips with every squeeze.

"Hmm, yes Jungkook. I want to feel you so much. Love you so much my bun" He chuckles at the use of my old nickname for him, he made me stop using it when he was about ten saying he was too old for it now.

"Okay, I'm gonna order a taxi for us, my beautiful baby" He smiles while getting out his phone to order a taxi on the app.

"Okay Kookie, it is gone twelve after all, we've been here for hours" I giggle at him as he clicks a selfie of me on his lap with my head in his neck and also one of me looking at the camera with a smile.

Then he takes one of us kissing and another of our faces plastered together.

I see him posting one on his social media saying 'Celebrating! Graduation and Engagement! 🥳👩🏻‍❤️‍👨🏻💍🍾 @PrincessAlice #loveofmylife #graduated #engaged #celebrationtime #soulmate'

I giggle at his captions kissing his cheek.

He shows me that the taxi is going to be about 20 minutes, it must be busy tonight with people partying in and around the campus area.

We had totally forgotten about Jimin at this point, where we were so eagerly into each other.

"You two were definitely fucking! You are engaged already" I hear someone scoff in anger from behind me and know it's Jimin right away from all our friend's disgusted looks.

"Fuck off, Jimin!" Yoongi sneers with narrowed eyes, he's leant forward looking ready to intervene.

"What are you even doing at Joon's party, Jimin? You aren't welcome here" Taehyung scoffs at him.

"Wow! Thought we were friends, Taehyung?" Jimin sniggers at him with a vile smirk.

"No we aren't, I only put up with you because of Alice. And I didn't find your comments to my best friend funny either, you knew he loved Alice and you had a good idea that it was reciprocated!" He replies, sneering, folding his arms in defiance.

"Yeah it was pretty creepy how much of a simp he was for Alice when she'd call him after I'd been a bad boy. But that didn't stop him from fucking all those hoes at clubs though, he gave me a run for my money, ha ha! Pretty hypocritical to say I'm a heartless fuckboy, considering he claimed to love her but did that in front of her making her cry" Jimin smirks wickedly, seeing my frown.

"Just go Jimin or I'm about to throw hands with you! Have I not punched you enough over the years, asshole?" Yoongi growls looking murderous.

Jungkook's hands are clenched gripping my skirt, his knuckles are white.

Jimin notices how angry he is, a sinister grin plastered to his face and he pushes it further.

"Oh and I saw her do that a few times! Yes it was obvious, but for some reason you were so clueless, Jungkookie. All it took was a few little lies from me and you'd jump straight into some little whores arms and it would make her believe all the more that you didn't love her like that. Worked for a while to keep you both apart too, until I stupidly got that bitch Candice pregnant" Jimin mockingly laughs trying to goad Jungkook.

"You piece of shit!" Jungkook rages at him with eyes almost black with anger, I can tell he wants to kick his ass.

"Didn't take a lot really, to make you keep hurting your best friend who you claimed to love. Oh poor little Alice's face every time it happened was glorious, her heart broke a little more each time until it was almost shattered beyond repair by you. The longer I stopped you two getting together the more I enjoyed it. I loved breaking the pair of you!" Jimin starts maliciously laughing his ass off now and he ends up provoking Yoongi who is up out of his seat throwing a punch at him before I can react to slap him.

"You fucking asshole! Get the fuck out!”Yoongi glowered, looking furious, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him to the door. He laughs at Yoongi, who chucks him out and slams the door.

Jungkook looks really upset as he grips my dress with his white knuckles.

"Kookie, look at me. We've talked this through already, remember? This is not going to hurt us anymore. Jimin is not going to come between us anymore, is he? Because we are stronger than that, we have gone through ups and downs for sixteen years and guess what? It's still us, here for each other and we are gonna still be here with each other in another sixteen!” I reassured him with my hands cupping his face, trying to soothe his anger.

Jungkook looks at me with a painful hurt look in his eyes and I'm so mad that Jimin just ruined our night. We were having fun too and he just couldn't stand not angering everyone.

"Alice" Jungkook says in a very detached voice, like he's thinking about what he did.

"Jungkook, don't you even think about it! To hell with Jimin!" I angrily sneer at him looking pissed, making his eyes snap to mine.

"But Alice I hurt you so bad and I let Jimin mess with me and hurt you even more. I played his stupid game without even realising it, I was so damn angry every time. And I feel sullied like I'm tainted and I can't get rid of the icky feeling that I let all those women touch me in anger" Jungkook frowns, looking angry at himself, like he is disgusted by his actions.

"Jungkook please stop, you know I love you right? I have always loved you and even if you hurt me with your actions, you would still repair it when you came to look after me too. Every cuddle and all the times you picked me up off the floor and cared for me. I still had you there for me and even though you hurt me, you never left me either. I think if you would have left, only then would I have shattered into pieces, Jungkook. So please stop it and let's forget about Jimin, this is the last time I'm ever gonna mention him" I peck his face gently a few times and slowly his arms cage me in.

"Okay Alice, we will never mention him again. He doesn't exist, who's Jimin?" He replies with a small smile.

"Never heard of him, Jimin? Did he go to our university?" A small grin appears on his face as I continue the game.

"Hmm he may have gone to our Uni, I don't really remember him" Jungkook says, shrugging with a smirk.

"Me neither, but I think I heard he has a pregnant fiancée. I feel so sorry for her that I just had to send her friend a picture of her best friend's cheating fiancé. Couldn't not help out a fellow woman now, could I?" I give him a wicked grin making him chuckle at me.

"No, that would be terrible! We must expose cheaters who do that to their pregnant fiancée's, what's his name is really gonna have a shitty day tomorrow" He sniggers at me with a huge grin.

"Told Mandy that it's gonna get worse for he who shall not be named, she told me to do it with a smirking devil emoji" I giggle at him as I tell him.

Jungkook's grin has grown now to look gleeful and Taehyung and Yoongi start laughing.

"Oh I hope tomorrow is shit for what's his name" Jungkook replies with amused laughter.

I picked up my phone and typed out a message with a voice note telling them all it was Park Jimin and to swerve him and his cheating ass.

Added the I don't fuck with you song before and after the sound file, with a little bit of text saying his name and to avoid him at all costs, added the footage of him with the woman saying he has a pregnant fiancée too. That he has given others STD's too.

"Oh I'd say, I just posted the voice recording to all my social media of his vile behaviour and told everyone who it was and to swerve him. Told them he was the most toxic man I'd ever known. I even put hashtag cheater, toxic ex, gaslighter, then toxic incel, and all sorts of great stuff. Oh and I named him"

I get a shit eating grin from Kookie, as my little video on TikTok starts getting comments, then my twitter X account.

"Opps it's blowing up, it's on 1474 likes already! Oh Mandy just liked it and commented that it's all true, that he's a serial cheater who gave his pregnant fiancee an std. Let's see how many women he gets now" I start laughing my ass off and the others join in.

"I may just show people his gaslighting messages to me, just to hit home how vile he really is. I might even make it a series" Cue evil smile as I can't help myself from laughing out a wicked laugh.

"That's my girl! That's the Alice I know" Jungkook chuckles at me pecking my lips and cheeks a few times.

"Maybe he's gonna find out how savage I can really be. I have messages of him missing my birthdays and Christmas, all sorts of things. How does the hashtag "worst ex ever" sound?" I giggle making Taehyung laugh and Yoongi lean over to give me a high five.

"That's more like it sweetie ! I just commented that he's a serial liar and cheater and that he gave my friend an STD too" Taehyung grins mischievously and shows me another girl's comment.

'Ugh I had a one night stand with him and another girl came over and slapped him whilst I was leaving with him. Stupid me was too drunk to believe her as he said she was a sour ex! She said he was her friend's boyfriend and I found out it was true when I saw him holding a girl's hand at our university! 😒 The man is prolific as I saw him with the same friend kissing her in a club a few weeks later, so he cheated with his girlfriends friend too! 😬'

Oh she is referencing either Sharmin or Denise! Hmm amusing.

"See what a dirtbag! Ugh I expect it was Denise or Sharmin" Yoongi scoffs in disgust, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh our taxi is five minutes away" Jungkook suddenly tells me.

The others are sad we are leaving but are understanding that we've had enough drama already.

Especially when we say that we had a run in with Eunji earlier too, Taehyung tells us that she asked where Jungkook was earlier.

Jungkook tells him that she was trying to get back with him and was angry to find us engaged, slagging us off for finally getting together, saying she was right to be jealous. And that she claimed to have cheated with Jimin, Taehyung scoffs saying of course she did.

"Let's go then, princess" Jungkook murmurs in my ear and I nod getting off his lap and give a hug to Tae and Yoongi and tell them to tell Joon that we said bye and we had fun.

As soon as we walk outside the cool air sobers me a little and I smell the air feeling calmer.

Jungkook grabs my hand and folds his fingers in mine, I squeeze his hand grinning up at him puckering my lips wanting a kiss. He chuckles, leaning in to give me a long chaste kiss.

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As we stand by a wall waiting for the taxi Jungkook decides to tease me again and rubs me through my destroyed soaked lace panties whilst he tongues at my sensitive area on my neck.

As soon as he hears a car he pulls away making me whine, Jungkook evilly smirks at my clear frustration.

"Kookie! I'm so damn horny!" I pout petulantly, he chuckles telling me I asked for this, remember.

Huffing I nod and we get into the taxi, he caresses my inner thigh the whole time, getting close to my core then moving away again.

I'm actually vibrating with a feral need as we get to our apartment. I'm probably gonna cum immediately if he puts a tongue or finger anywhere near me. I can't wait to rip off his clothes, I'm so turned on right now that my body is ravenous for him.

As soon as we open the front door he slams it, pushing me up against the wall lifting me up. I straddle him hugging around his neck as he starts grinding his dick against my panties. We are savagely kissing and groping at each other.

My fingers fumble with his shirt frantically undoing the buttons and pulling it off his shoulders, he manages to get it to fall to the floor. My hands are immediately wrapped back around his neck fisting at his hair, making him groan at the harsh tugs.

The loud moans falling out of my lips sound so needy and desperate as he hardens against me grinding roughly. His perfect lips are sucking and biting on my neck, making me tilt my head with a whimper.

Jungkook groans hungrily into my neck and his suck gets harsher making me grip more tightly onto his hair. I start grinding my pussy over his bulge in his trousers, panting and chasing my high.

He can tell I'm close so he stops the grind pulling me away from the wall, when I whine in utter frustration and try to grind again, he spanks my ass.

"Don't be a brat baby, I'm taking you to the bedroom" He sternly tells me, making me pout like a child into his neck with a noise of protest.

"You are so hot when you go all dominant on me, I like it” I whine into his neck sucking softly on his skin, tonguing the area.

"Yeah, you like that, do you princess?" He chuckles as he opens the bedroom door carrying me to the room.

Placing me on my feet he chucks his trousers off leaving him in his boxers.

"Let's get these clothes off, baby” He sexily smirks, pulling my dress off, revealing my lingerie.

A flash of embarrassment goes through me but Jungkook notices immediately and picks me up in my lace bra and matching panties.

My face must be bright red and I'm sure my face showed some discomfort too.

"My baby is sooo fucking sexy, god. . I love these curves, they feel so heavenly and perfect under my hands. Did I ever confess to you that I like my women curvy and with some serious junk in the trunk? Small women with curvy bodies make me go crazy, I love bbw's. It turns me on so much when women have a big booty and something for me to grab. An ass to smack, it's gonna sound so good when I'm fucking you from behind. I love digging my fingers into your chubby little stomach and when I spoon you hugging you, it feels so nice" His eyes are totally dilated in hunger as his hands grab my thighs, my breasts, my ass, my stomach and my hips.

"This is why all my girlfriends or hookups were always someone I wasn't that excited about, I never wanted to get tat into them or to ever love anyone else as I was already in love with another. They were mediocre fucks and that was about it. So I would pick people who were the complete opposite from you, people that were fine but wouldn't give me a hard on the second they bend over. Do you know I once almost came in my boxers when you bent over to get something from under the sofa and I saw your magnificent ass in some pink panties. Every single time I got a glimpse of your juicy thighs, your perfect voluptuous breasts and your gorgeous ass it would make me go crazy. When I put you in the bath that time I was rock hard, I had to leave or you would have noticed"

The way he talks is like he is in awe of me, with breathy groans as he digs his fingers in my chest and stomach. I must be looking sceptical because he adds more.

"If you don't believe me I will show you my porn history! Although I still have the videos of us and the infamous blow job video, I jerk off to that a lot. But I have a new one now and I know you look fucking amazing in it. I want one of your ass jiggling as I thrust into you, so good. I want to cum all over your perfect ass sweetheart. I love you and no one has ever turned me on like you, not even close" Jungkook growls in a depraved manner, biting into my stomach flesh and sucking on it, his hands haven't stopped squeezing and grabbing this whole time.

My whole body is on fire from his words and actions.

"I love you being chubby so much, I absolutely adore your amazing body and I imagined fucking through your perfect juicy thighs the other day as I tossed off to thoughts of you. I'm not ashamed to admit that chubby small girls do it for me. You were always curvy with those perfect plump cheeks and have always really turned me on. But as you put on weight I had a constant hard cock every single time I had your beautiful body against mine" Jungkook praised me with zero shame on his face as he sucked at my thighs with a feral sounding groan.

I'm totally shook as his hands work over my body like he wants to permanently dig his fingers into my fat.

His hands start playing with my lace panties, sliding his fingers under the waist and grabbing my flesh.

"Is this okay? Fuck, please let me. I want to see you properly and not hidden under blankets or skirts. I just know it's gonna look so exquisite, I have felt your chubby little pussy under my lips and hands and I just want to bite into your flesh and suck on it my perfect girl" He whines nibbling at the skin on my pelvis and licking at it.

"Jungkook! Ahh yes, please do it. I'm so turned on, I feel so needy I want you sooo much. I have been waiting so long to have you and I feel feral, I can't wait to feel your big fat cock inside me, Daddy" I moan teasing him as I squirm, he actually growls as he yanks my panties off, chucking them somewhere. Immediately spreading my legs with a long deep moan because of what he sees.

"Fucking hell! I knew it, it's absolute perfection. Look at your beautiful little chubby cunt, sooo good. And your little clit is so cute, hmm I just want to dig my teeth into your perfect plump little mound. I'm so fucking hard my pretty little angel, so turned on. I want to bury myself in you and never leave, wrapping my body around yours, my beautiful baby" Jungkook rasps looking up at me with eyes that almost look demonic where they are so dilated and dark, like onyx.

He glares up at me and spits all over my clit, rubbing it around, then repeating it with a moan. Jungkook pokes his tongue out really slowly, teasing me long enough to incite an impatient whine.

His tongue swipes through my folds, ass to mound really slowly making me buck my hips up with a loud drawn out moan. Jungkook repeats it, groaning, digging his fingers into my shaking thighs. I'm already close, where I've been edged for hours.

His whole mouth closes around my mound licking and sucking it, his teeth digging in softly. This turns me on, making me cry out in desperation, watching him with my needy pulsing clit threatening me with an otherworldly orgasm.

"Oh my fucking god! Jungkook I'm so close already, baby you. . . you turn me on so much. Please let me cum" I moan out in desperation, trying to keep my eyes on his, but it's hard to not cum from his intense eye contact alone.

As if to answer my prayers he darts his tongue out whilst still attached to my mound catching my clit with his tongue. Then he does it again, pressing it harder as his mouth moves down, sucking it in and assaulting it with his tongue.

Two fingers press in me making me arch and I officially snap wailing and rutting against his greedy mouth. I hear a growled out fuck as he starts sloppily lapping at me with a whine, his fingers still pressing into me.

I'm twitching from overstimulation and whining as he slows his fingers down pressing kisses against my sensitive clit, humming as he does.

His eyes are staring into mine with amusement, his chin, neck and mouth are all wet with my juices. Jungkook gently pulls his fingers out placing them in his mouth with a whiny groan.

A muffled fuck sounds out from him as I lay there feeling like I just descended into the sixth dimension. And I don't think I'm leaving anytime soon either.

"Damn princess, you just squirted all over my face, I'm so fucking hard right now" He smirks smugly at me leaning over to kiss me, covering my mouth in my release as he presses his to mine.

I can taste myself as he probes my mouth with his needy tongue, the kiss gets more passionate and needy as it goes as he fists my hair with a moan. His hard length is pressing against my thigh as he grinds it into me with a moan. Kneeling up he looks so sinful, I notice there is a dark wet patch on his black Calvin's and a huge tent poking out.

"Fuck me, Jungkook, I need it" I indecently moan, staring at him greedily and admiring how damn beautiful he is, his messy black hair, his piercing's, his pretty doe eyes, his tattoos, his broad shoulders with a tiny waist and his perfect abs, all beautiful. He smirks at me caressing my thighs.

"Yeah, you want my cock, baby?" Jungkook rasps at me, with a teasing expression on his face.

"Hell yes, please! I can't wait anymore, Jungkook” I whine, pouting at his teasing, making him chuckle and start pulling his boxers off.

His tattooed hand grips his veiny length and tugs lazily at it as his eyes roam over my body, his red tip glistening with precum in the led lights. Pointing it down he starts teasing me by rubbing it on and around my folds, which then turns into him just rutting through my folds, right through my lips with a shameless moan.

"God, let me film this please. Please princess, I just need a little video of my cock grinding through your plump little lips. It looks sooo perfect" Jungkook groans, sounding perverse as he carries on whilst staring down at my pussy like he has a fixation.

"Jungkook, ahhh just do it! Hurry, I'm so horny and needy for you" I pant breathlessly as his tip rubs past my clit, bumping on it repeatedly, he leans down grabbing his phone out of his trouser pocket and starts repeating the actions pointing his phone down as he does.

"I'm gonna jerk off to this so much, shit it looks so good. My pretty little pussy" He slurs out sounding drunk, rutting against me. He carries on for about another minute until I'm whining, lifting my hips and almost sobbing from pure need.

"Okay princess, shhh don't get upset. I'm going to make you feel so good now" Jungkook coos soothing me and turns his phone off, placing it on the bed. He spreads my legs and scoots up getting as near as possible.

"Ready sweetheart?" He asks, gripping his dick guiding it to my desperate folds and rubbing it to collect some juices before placing it at my entrance.

"Hmm, yes! Please put it in" I moan out feeling ravenous at this point.

As soon as he presses the tip into me with a grunt, I twist and spasm feeling so turned on, making him grab onto my thighs to keep me in place. He feels magnificent as he slowly fills me up with a groan, his eyes dilated and his mouth parted as he watches himself disappear into my willing pussy.

I gasp feeling blissful as he fills me to the brim, he feels so perfect as we join together with him trying to bottom out. He's going to have to push past my limits as soon as I've adjusted, I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

"Fuck yes, you feel like you were made for my cock, princess" He hisses as his length just pulses in me as he keeps still, making me squeeze him in response.

"Hmm you feel so good wrapped around me. Shit, I might just cum without moving, you feel heavenly and I've waited so damn long for this" Jungkook sensually rasps staring into my eyes with devotion and he greedily palms my thighs and hips, his hands roaming everywhere.

"Please move, Jungkook. Baby please" I pant rolling my hips against him, moaning out and biting my lip as I devour him with my greedy eyes.

His sexy abs tense as I clench on him and grind against his hips, his tattooed hands squeeze me with a harsh hiss. Hmm he is absolute perfection.

"Shh baby, I got you, sweetheart" He cooed at me, comforting me and giving me an intense smouldering look.

He pulls out of me really slowly with a groan before snapping his hips back at me making me cry out and grip the sheets. Then he repeats it looking down as he slowly pulls out and then he looks up at my face when he thrusts into me bottoming out with a deep moan.

"Ahhh fuck! Oh damn. . b-big Jungkook, you feel so. . ahh perfect. Hmm yes" I whimper as he starts thrusting into me at a steady pace, cursing as his fingers dig into me. Every glide hits me perfectly, the angle he is in is slapping against my clit and thrusting against my g spot.

"Princess, you feel sooo fucking good. I've wanted you for so long. . so damn long. Pussy feels so exquisite wrapped around me" He pants picking up pace, all I can do is moan and wail as he's railing me with his huge cock.

"J-Jungkook, ahhh fuck" I cry out wantonly as he pulls one of my legs onto his shoulder, spearing into me with a long deep groan. His thumb presses into my clit making me squeeze him immediately, throwing my head back writhing.

"Come on sweetheart, drench my cock" He rasps sinfully as the loud slaps sound out into our bedroom.

His filthy words turn me on and I flutter around him whining, I'm so close. Not thirty seconds later I'm cumming and crying out as I try to squeeze my thighs together grinding against him, his thrusts don't stop, making me whimper pitifully.

"Good girl, covering me in your divine juices. That's it baby, I love you so much" Jungkook soothes gently, running his hand up my waist and massaging my breast as his pumps slow down as I ride out my orgasm.

His perfect mouth leaves sloppy kisses on my ankle, his divine tongue flattening against my skin with a groan. Suddenly he pulls out, manhandling me and placing me on my stomach, yanking my ass up and separating my thighs to get in between them.

"Oh god yes, I was right! Your juicy ass looks so damn magnificent bent over like this" He whines out in excitement, greedily grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart, I hear him spit down between my cheeks with a muttered out cuss.

A sudden rough slap makes me cry out and squirm, he chuckles at me realising I liked it so he repeats it on the other cheek. I yelp when teeth harshly dig into my cheek, Jungkook animalistically growls against my skin making my pussy clench and I can't stop my body twisting in a strong squirm tensing my whole body.

"You like that, huh princess?" He groans against my skin, licking a soothing stripe across the bite on my skin, before sucking a harsh mark on my right buttock.

More spit lands between my butt landing on my puckered hole, a small moan falls out of my mouth as Jungkook literally worships my ass like it's precious. Hands and his mouth are on me like he's starving and can't help himself.

Another load of spit lands on my hole and I jump when a tongue swipes from my mound to my ass, oh shit this is new but so good.

A long loud ahhh bursts out of my mouth making Jungkook moan and probe at my hole with his tongue, his hands pulling my cheeks apart as far as they will go. It feels like he's actually making out with my asshole and really enjoying it too.

His tongue is lapping at it with a whiny groan, I squeak when his rough tongue penetrates it, pressing it in as far as he can go, his face squashed against my cheeks moaning out in a vulgar way.

Jungkook wriggles his face as he presses in a gentle rhythm, I feel one of his hands come around my thigh and underneath my stomach. He caresses my folds and starts firmly rubbing at them. This dual feeling is making me feel almost too much, he's so good at it too.

"Oh my god, ahhh that feels so fucking good! Sooo good, yes!" I give him a slutty sounding moan, I sound so desperate and needy.

Jungkook reacts by caressing my clit faster with a loud hum. It doesn't take me long to start grinding my ass against his face and whining at him with a sob, I fall spectacularly sounding like some fucking porn star as I writhe like some whore against his mouth, riding out my orgasm loudly.

I'm panting as I come down from an intense orgasm as he just keeps his hand against my folds pressing.

Jungkook suddenly kneels up abruptly slapping my ass and thrusting into my pussy with a growled out fuck yes. His thrusts are feral as he smashes his hips against my ass being really vocal.

"Damn baby, your ass jiggles so good. I'm fucking filming this, shit I have too it's too good. I want to remember it" Jungkook lewdly moans, I feel him lean over and grab his phone and moan as the light glows illuminating the bedroom. It brightens up the area as this room is only lit by the leds that frame the wall at the moment.

"Hell yes, ass is absolutely heavenly, so big and juicy. Bounces so fucking good, I love your ass, princess. Hmmm, my cock looks so big in your little cunt". Jungkook filthily praised, letting out a grunt slapping my ass cheeks again.

One of his hands is grabbing my hip as his hips smack against my ass so fast that I'm sobbing, he's pressing me into the bed and I can hear him panting.

"My pretty little baby, you look. . look so cute and tiny under. . underneath me. Hmm I love how small you look taking my dick, fuck yes!" Jungkook pants, slapping my ass again.

"I'm gonna cum all over your ass, it's gonna look so pretty" He whines just from the thought, still filming me.

He's absolutely railing me and I'm feeling like I'm going to orgasm again. My body keeps squirming as I whimper into the bed, I'm definitely going to feel this tomorrow. My thighs are shaking and I'm now squeezing him so hard that his thrusts are getting sloppy.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again, baby? Little pussy is gripping me so hard, I'm sooo close. Shit!" Jungkook lewdly hums getting faster.

One more slap of my ass and the knot in my body snaps, I'm wailing so loud as I grind against him panting. Jungkook hisses and a long groan falls from his mouth.

"Damn! Oh yes, that's it orgasm all over my cock, so good princess"

He has now paused like he's relishing the feeling of me squeezing around him. Then he pulls out of me suddenly and I can feel him jerking off.

I feel his hot release spurting all over my cheeks and running down my butt too, his tip moving around making a mess of me as he whines, tugging at himself.

"So pretty, so fucking sexy for me, sweetheart. Good girl, so good for me. That looks so filthy, yes" Jungkook hisses rubbing his tip against my little puckered hole.

I'm panting into the sheets and twitching with extreme aftershocks still, I have truly been fucked into the sixth dimension. The light on the phone goes off so I assume he stopped filming us.

I always imagined that sex with Jungkook would feel good but this was euphoric and I kind of wish he had taken my first time as it was shitty and hurt me, where I was so tense and pushed myself into doing it. I can hear Jungkook panting and a hand is caressing the side of my hip.

"You okay, princess? I didn't actually hurt you did I?" He asks me, sounding gentle and sweet. His duality is so extreme, he’s gone from stern and dominant to sweet and worrying about me. His harsh vulgar filthy mouth suddenly turns to soft and caring.

"No babe, I'm still trying to come down from my high. I think you fucked me so good that I was in outer space, Kookie" I giggle at him with my head still laying on the sheets, I bet I look a sweaty mess.

“Think I was there with you, princess” He chuckles at me still sounding breathless, as his hand starts to caress my back now.

"Let me get something to clean you up" He moves away humming as he gives my ass a tender squeeze, wandering off. I hear water running, then footsteps as a wet flannel starts wiping my folds then all over my ass.

"That's better, my beautiful girl" Jungkook hums as he wipes then walks off to dispose of the flannel.

Then he wanders off coming back with a bottle of water for me which I guzzle down feeling out of breath still. Jungkook then picks me up to take me to the toilet first and brings me back, placing me on the bed with a huge grin on his lips. Jungkook jumps on the bed pulling me to him and into his arms, his soft lips pressing softly against mine.

"I love you so damn much, my pretty princess" He stares at me with those doe eyes full of stars, with that beautiful bunny smile.

"I love you too Kookie, I've always loved you" I tell him, gently pressing my lips to his.

"I will be standing next to you forever, my precious Princess" Jungkook sweetly grins and I smile, caressing his cheek.

"Forever bun" I reply feeling so happy as I stare into his eyes feeling euphoric and loved. Happiness fills me as I finally feel that I'm where I was always supposed to be.

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