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I've only ever lived by the coast, there are five dragon stuffed animals in my bed rn, and despise being a self proclaimed musical kid i only listened to les mis for the first time yesterday

[akoyaxs]

Dangerous Games - II

✮ Pairing: Aonung x Tayrangi/Omotikaya fem reader ✮ Tags: Reader POV, oral sex (m and f recieving), slight voyeurism if you squint, banter, fluff, friends w benefits ✮ Read Part 1 here Note: this (backstory and character dynamic) is heavily based of my wattpad fanfiction "Dangerous Game", it's just a little more mature than I would post on my WP so I'm doing a Aonung x reader part now instead of the Aonung x OC in the fanfiction ˙ᵕ˙

So maybe things didn't go exactly to plan - not that there had ever been a plan in place.

But when you and Aonung returned back to the village, the others hardly failed to notice the marks you'd left all over each other.

Neteyam had been quick to notice the nips and hickeys along your neck, and Lo'ak's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw the scratches you'd marked along Aonung's back.

The two Sully boys had instantly pulled Aonung aside. By their gleaming eyes and slight frowns, you could tell they were torn between their obvious disbelief that Aonung managed to have sex with you and their brother-like protectiveness of you (which was completely unnecessary as you outranked them both put together).

Kiri and Tsireya had been raising their brows at you, which you ignored after sharing the whole story with them. Tsireya had been slightly disgusted with her brother yet amused with your easy control of him, whilst Kiri had just listened intently with an incredulous grin on her face.

Unfortunately, in the moment where you and Aonung made that bet and engaged in certain activities in that soft forest clearing, you hadn't though about the longer term consequences.

One of them was Aonung himself. He couldn't stop shooting you strange glances despite your insistence that it meant nothing.

You had thought that finally giving him a taste would satiate his inexplicable fixation with you, but if anything, he was just seems to want you more.

You sigh as you walk out of your hut, forgetting the crucial fact that your kelku was next to the one the Metkayina were staying in.

You're striding past without your weapons when you hear a voice call your name from inside.

Tsireya is smiling at you from the entrance, nestled comfortably against Lo'ak. You can spot Kiri and Rotxo by the fire, chatting with Neteyam.

Not spotting a certain someone, you follow Tsireya's welcoming wave and duck into the kelku.

Yet upon entering, you realise you made a mistake in assuming Aonung wasn't there, because your foot catches on a thick turquoise tail, and you find yourself promptly falling into someone's lap.

Stupid ass skxawng, leaving his tail lying wherever for people to trip over. Why does he just have to be so stupidly massive.

You grumble a little as you push yourself up, finding Aonung's face suddenly inches from yours, an amused little smirk on his face.

"Shut up and get off me fish lips," you snap, gripping his shoulders to push yourself out of his lap.

"You were the one that sat on me," he points out, before he cuts himself off.

You don't miss the way his eyes instantly travel over him as you sit up and push yourself away, but before you can snap at him that your eyes actually aren't on your tits, Tsireya speaks up.

"You look beautiful," she gasps, smiling at you. "Where are you going?"

"There's a party tonight," you say, frowning at Lo'ak.

"Oh yeah," he says, shaking his head slightly. "I forgot about that- that's why we came here, to invite you!"

Immediately, your eyes widen, but Kiri's grabbing Rotxo's arm and begging him to come.

Which only means-

"You're coming too bro, right?" Neteyam asks Aonung.

Aonung clears his throat and peels his gaze away from you. You hadn't even noticed him staring- you'd gotten so accustomed to his bright blue eyes on you.

"Yeah," Aonung shrugs, and Neteyam grins.

"We had some good times in the reef- now it's our time to show you a good time in the forest."

"Here's your chance," I whisper to Aonung, so only he can hear.

"Chance to what?"

"To fuck around with some villagers and leave me alone," I hiss, grinning at him.

"I think you like having me around sweetheart," Aonung whispers back, not in the least deterred by the words.

"And what gives you that impression? My overwhelming love and affection for you?" you taunt.

"That and the way you were moaning in my ear the other night," he grins, teeth glinting sharply, and you feel the places where those very fangs lightly sunk into your skin prickle under his bright blue gaze. "Oh yes, yes, yes-"

"Shut your stupid mouth," you snap, quickly checking that the others couldn't hear your whispered, furious conversation.

"I thought you liked my stupid mouth," Aonung grins, before you whip his leg hard with your tail. "Ow."

The others turn to see him rubbing his leg and wrinkling his nose at you.

"Sorry, accident," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah well, we should go before you murder Aonung," Kiri smiles, hauling you up and away from the stupid skxawng. 

You allow yourself to be led away by Kiri, Rotxo on her other side, and the others trailing behind you as you walk together towards the party.

You can hear Tsireya giggling at Lo'ak's stupid jokes, and Neteyam and Aonung are having a low, quiet conversation, though you can feel eyes burning on you.

You'd bet anything they were a very familiar ocean-blue set of eyes with that strange, unreadable expression.

Thankfully, you get a distraction as soon as you arrive at the party - alcohol.

It's been a long fucking week, what with training Aonung and scolding Aonung and avoiding Aonung and the other business with Aonung, and this is a time where you can just get away from fucking Aonung.

It's so stupid, the way he just always seems to be there, and when he isn't physically, it's just imprinted in your mind.

You don't love him - you don't even like Aonung - but there's just something about him that just remains with you wherever you go.

It's something about his faint sea-breeze scent lingering after he's been in the forest for weeks, something about the way his large blue eyes glitter no matter if they're illuminated by sunlight filtering through the foliage or the forest bioluminescence.

You grunt, downing a sweet, very strong drink of some unfamiliar sort.

You can still almost feel the ghost of his hands all over you, feel your fading nips and hickeys prickle when he's near, hear the faint groans and curses he left, messy and hot, along your neck as your back arched against his muscular chest.

Fuck, this isn't good.

The alcohol isn't drowning away these constant thoughts of Aonung.

Never once have you ever spared two flying fucks for a guy after you fucked.

It's not like you like Aonung, but you've hardly ever felt this level of... awareness... with any other guy before.

Each encounter has been the same, a quick fuck then you leave before things can get awkward, or worse, intimate.

So okay, maybe seeing your whole clan get murdered and destroyed by sky people at a young age could be traumatising, maybe even give you a few silly little intimacy issues, but your total aversion for intimate affection had always been uncomplicated.

You didn't need people to protect or defend you, you didn't need someone to take care of you.

Not once had you ever wished to stay and be cleaned up and praised and loved after sex; sex was just meaningless escape and occasional enjoyment.

These repeated thoughts of Aonung didn't mean anything. Nothing at all.

The next drink is even stronger, a whole coconut full of some shiny sapphire liquid that tastes faintly of lime, and you sloppily down it before swiping away the droplets.

Aonung didn't matter- it doesn't matter that you can feel his eyes on you from across the party.

But you only notice the burn of those ocean-blue eyes when it suddenly disappears.

You frown, turning to where you last saw Aonung, to find him speaking to some other girls.

Ha. Ninat was, simply put, a slut. She was named after her obviously egocentric mother, who Neytiri had once told you had put quite a few moves onto Jake.

Now Ninat 2.0, not exactly improved, was giggling obnoxiously at Aonung, twirling her long dark hair and batting her long lashes at her.

You just scoff and turn away, sipping another coconut. You don't like Aonung, but you know he can do better than that.

"Quite a step down, don't you think," a voice whispers in your ear, before you realise Neteyam's standing beside you.

"What do you mean?" you ask, frowning drunkenly at your friend. 

"Come off it," Neteyam grins, rolling his eyes. "It couldn't be more obvious you fucked Aonung, he's even more pussy whipped than before."

"He's not pussy whipped," you mumble. "He's just-"

"Totally obsessed with you and everything you do and everything that has to do with you?" Neteyam suggests.

"Sure," you shrug, too hazy to argue with him as you down another drink.

"But I mean, who isn't," Neteyam grins. "All the other guys in the clan are furious - they know how picky you are about lovers and the fact you chose an outsi-"

"Gross Tey," you swat at him. "They aren't my lovers, I'm just having fun. I'm still young, just let me live, mighty warrior."

He laughs, but lightly holds your arm to steady you.

"Look, Khalo has been glaring at Aonung this whole party. Moy'ka is working up the courage to come talk to you, and those five guys over there are literally fighting over who gets to shoot their shot."

"What's your point," you frown. 

"My point is that you are literally the most desired girl in the clan, and it speaks volumes that you're fucking a guy that has been here for weeks when every other guy has been bending backwards to get you to look at them their whole lives," Neteyam says sternly.

"I'm not fucking Aonung," is all you reply with. "It was a one-time thing, and now I'm ready to move on and forget about it."

"He won't."

"Come on Tey," you grumble. "I heard a million stories about Aonung when you were in the reef, he was fucking girls left and right and he never got hung up on anyone. Why would he be so obsessed with me?"

"Because you aren't falling at his feet," Neteyam points out. "Look, Ninat is practically trying to suck his dick already, and he couldn't give two fucks. You have him hooked, and I know you're intrigued by him too."

"You mean annoyed," you grumble.

"No I mean intrigued," Neteyam says sternly. "I mean, why else would you be avoiding him, then having all these weird whispered conversations with him when you think we don't notice, then taking him so far away to train?"

"I take him far away so no one can hear his screams of pain," you grin, drunkenly cackling a little.

"You're fucking demented," Neteyam says fondly, tucking your face back behind your ears.

"True," you shrug carelessly feeling eyes snag back onto you.

You don't need to sense that it's Aonung looking, but you turn to meet his gaze anyway.

He's shameless about his staring, pupils tiny slits in large blue eyes like an ocean trench, before a voice interrupts you.

"Hey," Moy'ka says nervously, holding a small wrapped leaf of meat. "I brought this for you."

"What is it?"

"Yerik meat," he says awkwardly. "From my hunt. I saw you hunting one a few days ago with um... with..."

He trails off nervously, and you follow his gaze to where Aonung stands.

Aonung looks normal, half-listening to Ninat chatter on about some stupid shit, but you can see his tail flicking agitatedly behind him, and you can sense the hard coldness of his gaze from here, snagged right on your face.

You have a moments hesitation before you turn back, ignoring Aonung and smiling at Moy'ka.

"So I hunted it for you," Moy'ka says nervously.

How cute, going to the trouble of hunting a hexapede and bringing you a meal. It's not much to impress the best hunter and warrior in the clan, but you accept it graciously, and he looks so relieved and jittery that you can't help smiling.

This is another strange idea that the men in the clan have, bringing you gifts from their hunts as tokens for your "affection". It never seems to occur to them that you could easily hunt for yourself, could easily murder them too, but it seems to be some pathological need for you to accept their silly little gifts.

Moy'ka seems to be mumbling about something or another, about hunting and archery, and you find yourself thinking more about his large hands then the words he's speaking.

"Really?" you sigh, struggling to pretend you aren't bored out of your fucking mind.

"Well," Moy'ka says, before looking nervously down at you. "We could discuss it in a more private area."

At this, your ears prick up.

You're drunk and need a distraction and to be frank, you're horny.

So you grin agreeably up at Moy'ka, and follow him away from the party.

It's a little shy and messy, your head banging uncomfortably against the back of the tree you're propped against as Moy'ka clumsily holds you up.

You've barely been at this for more than a few minutes, which is undoubtedly long enough for you to realise that your standards really have slipped.

First Aonung and now this, bumbling, clumsy fucking with this endearingly nervous but not at all worthwhile guy, who's grunting - like a hog - his praises of your tightness and sweetness and beauty and other stupid fucking bullshit.

This is what you get for trying to be nice, you think. Give a sweet nervous guy a chance opposed to the cocky stupid ones, and end up with steadier rhythm of your head slamming into the tree than his thrusts.

You'd never ever fucking admit it, but Moy'ka feels like a fucking twig compared to Aonung.

You can tell Moy'ka is getting close - a good fucking thing so this can be over and you can go sleep - and he looks up at you.

"Can I-"

"Yes, yes fine," you wince, reaching up to clutch the branches in an unsuccessful effort to stop your head knocking.

He comes undone in an embarrassingly quick, loud groan, shaking with the orgasm and the effort of holding you up and against the tree.

When he finally pulls out, you wince and steady yourself on the ground, feeling extremely disgruntled and unsatisfied.

The one good thing about this interaction was that you smartly chose to go near the river, so you quickly slide away from Moy'ka.

It's only when you turn back, you spot the figure in the shadows of the trees. There's no mistaking that massive outline, or the distinctly paler, more greenish tint of their skin. 

But it's the large blue eyes, seemingly gleaming out of the darkness with cold amusement that makes you shiver slightly. You duck underwater, knowing he saw you notice him, before resurfacing.

"Are you alright?" Moy'ka asks.

"Yes," you say, trying not to sound bitter about your overwhelming lack of pleasure. "You should be going."

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking slightly hurt. 

"Yes," you say, eyes travelling over Moy'ka's shoulder to Aonung again.

Moy'ka also looks, and completely freezes when he sees Aonung.

"So I'm fine," you say pointedly, waiting for him to leave.

"Are you um..." Moy'ka says nervously, his gaze constantly flicking between you and Aonung. "Are you alri-"

"Yes yes I'm fine," you grumble, resisting the temptation to roll your eyes.

Finally, he slides up and tentatively steps away.

He gives Aonung a wide berth, cautiously avoiding his gaze as he scrambles away, and Aonung steps forward.

"What, skxawng," you grumble, not bothering to look at Aonung as you slide out of the river.

"Nothing."

You glare at him, able to sense the waves of his amusement from miles away.

"Mhm, and how long were you standing there?" you ask suspiciously. "Watching him fuck me-"

"Is that what that was?" Aonung scoffs. "It looked more like he was trying to hammer your head into that tree."

"Perv," you scowl. "Don't you have better things to do then stalking me?"

"Not really."

"So you were stalking me then?"

"I was going for a walk," Aonung says elusively, and your eyes narrow. "Then I heard him grunting like a fucking pig. Oh, you're so fucking tight- uhg, uhghhhhhh-"

"Didn't sound that different to you," you snap, feeling your face grow hotter.

Aonung raises an eyebrow and straightens up, so he's a good head and a half taller now.

"At least you had a good time with me," he grins.

"You are such a dick," you snap, glowering at him.

"And you have terrible fucking taste. Besides me, obviously."

"That was just one thing," you say hotly, "It wasn't that bad-"

"Not that bad," Aonung repeats incredulously. "That wasn't bad?"

"Well-"

"He was literally about to send you through that fucking tree," Aonung scoffs. "You looked so uncomfortable, I thought I'd have to come rescue-"

"I don't need your rescuing," you hiss.

"No, I think you need a good fuck," Aonung grins. "Because if that 'wasn't bad' then someone's royally fucking up with you, princess."

"Well I tried, didn't I," you hiss. "So I didn't get a good fuck, I admit it. Can you fuck off now?"

Aonung just scoffs.

"Is that really what you want?"

"What else would I want," you snap. "The great pleasure of your delightful company?"

"Have you had a good fuck?" Aonung asks instead, ignoring your sarcastic words.

"Yes."

"Besides with me," Aonung says.

You turn to glower at him, but instead of finding the expected cocky smirk on his face, you find him looking genuinely interested.

Ugh, why does he have to be so fucking invested? Why is he actually fucking caring?

"What does that matter?" you grumble.

Aonung blinks, looking sincerely engrossed.

"You haven't?" he whispers.

"I have," you grumble. "I just... I don't have very high expectations when it comes to guys."

"Oh paksalin-"

"Don't call me that," you snap at the name, which seems taunting and cold in this conversation. "I'm tired and unsatisfied so-"

Aonung settles back slightly, leaning against the same tree you had just been fucked against, if you could even call it that.

You're disgruntled to see that because of his stupid height, his head is resting against the same spot yours had repeatedly been knocked against.

"I wouldn't leave you unsatisfied," Aonung says coolly.

It takes you a moment to process his words before you snap up and stare incredulously at him.

"Really?" you say dryly, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you. 

What is he on about now? Is he saying what you think he's saying? Aonung nods simply.

"I think you know I wouldn't," Aonung whispers, tilting his head a little so he's looking down at you.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

But also you're tired and impatient and still annoyingly unsatisfied, so fuck it.

"Get to the point," you snap. "Or get lost."

Aonung doesn't waste any time, pushing himself off the tree and striding towards you. It seems like he only took a single step, but suddenly he's a foot apart and you're having to tilt your head to look up at him.

"Do you want me to help you?"

His question tumbles in front of you, seemingly trapped in the little space between your body and his.

He's a smug little skxawng. He knows what the answer is, but he also knows how fucking impossible it is for you to say the answer.

"Yes or no?"

You growl under your breath, growing more irritated by the minute, but the air between you is thick and charged with tension and you can feel the anticipation growing inside you.

It's pretty fucking obvious where this is headed, but it's just so... infuriating.

Infuriating that what you want happens to be offered by the most annoying dick you've ever known in your life.

"Fine," you grumble under your breath.

"What was that princess?" he asks, fangs glinting in his familiar grin.

Not bothering to speak at all, you just crash your lips onto his and snake your hands around his neck.

There's no need for the kiss, and both of you know it. The deal was for sex and sex alone, pleasure alone, and you know what it means that you kissed him.

You kissed him.

You can feel his heartbeat picking up against your chest as he shifts, one of his hands on your waist and holding you up so your faces are closer, the other tangling in your long hair.

He smells good, like amber and sea-salt, and his lips are so soft and warm that you nearly forget about everything else and get lost in the kiss.

Then it deepens further and everything is hot and warm and tangling, his hand sliding lower, nearly at my ass.

It hardly ever occured to you how little you've kissed in your lifetime- probably less than you've fucked, but now here you are, pressing yourself as close as you can to this infuriating, uselessly hot skxawng.

If you weren't so fucking horny then yes, maybe you would have paused to think, to remember your previous distaste for him, your principal for not giving in to his amused and persistent seduction.

But you are so fucking so you just kiss him harder as one of his hands cups your jaw, the other clasping around the back of your neck and tilting your head farther up to meet him.

Your height difference seems ridiculous, and after a few moments he smiles against your mouth.

"Up," he whisper, hands travelling down.

He catches you as your legs wrap tightly around his waist, arms snaking around his neck to steady yourself.

His hands automatically move to hold you in place, one on your back and waist, the other arm propped under your ass, the hand gripping your thigh.

The kiss is messy and airless and hardly graceful, but you wouldn't have it any other fucking way.

You're all greedy and breathless, desperate for anything, and the feeling of his soft lips against your own, his fangs lightly sinking into your lip before his tongue lightly licks away the small pearls of blood just... does something.

You can already feel him growing harder below you - you think he might have already been hard before you even noticed him, watching you get clumsily fucked against that tree.

Now your head is spinning slightly, and you feel more hungry than ever.

It's infuriating, but you know out of most of the clan, this stupid outsider with his massive body and pretty paler skin is probably the best person to be doing this with.

The knowledge - knowledge you'd never speak aloud - that Aonung is the best you've ever had by a long fucking shot doesn't exactly piss you off in the way you think it would.

It isn't some aggravating, world-shattering fact, because you simply know that Aonung would be more than happy to be in this position again, offering you more pleasure because he cockily knows he can give it.

And with that, you're suddenly being pushed against the tree again, but it's different.

His hands are easily holding you up, arms cushioning under you so you aren't knocked against the hard wood. You hadn't even noticed him slide your loincloth away, but suddenly your legs are tossed over his shoulders and he's gazing up at you. 

It's that same fucking look. Of the smitten, puppy-dog variety, but also with a note of hunger and lust that makes you clench around nothing.

You just look back, and there's a few moments where you just stare at each other, both of you hungry and silent, then before you know it he's dived between your legs.

It's too risky to grip his braids as you had last time - you don't want to fall down even though you know Aonung wouldn't let you drop - but you need something to hold anyway. Your hands fly to the branches above to steady yourself, nails digging shamelessly into the bark.

"Fuck," you growl under your breath as he flicks and kisses and sucks, pressing his tongue against and in you as you throw your head back against the trunk.

It isn't just his admittedly amazing talent for giving head that is just so overwhelming- it has something to do with the way he's so effortlessly holding you up, something to do with the little growls and hums he lets out against you, something to do with the realisation he's not holding himself back.

Last time, even though he had been trying to impress you, he had still restrained himself somewhat.

But now he knows your hungry, and he could probably get away with doing anything.

His hands are holding so tight to your thighs you can already see the little purple blooms of a bruise under his fingers, and he's making sure to sink his fangs lightly into your inner thighs every now and again.

The tiny pearls of scarlet blood are smearing with slick and spit all over the lower half of his face, but he's just humming delightedly against you, his tail swinging happily behind him and a dopey, self-satisfied grin on his face.

Your legs begin to shake around his head, eyes rolling all the way back as you moan louder and claw at the branch you're desperately clutching. 

"I- I'm fucking close," you manage to choke out between loud moans, and Aonung growls against you, not even bothering to look up. "Don't you want to-"

Aonung pulls away, looking distinctly disgruntled that you're talking to him and making him stop his relentless attack on your cunt.

"Go ahead, I'm planning on satisfying you much more than once princess," he says off-handedly, before diving back down with more fervour than ever.

The words you were going to say die in your throat as you gasp loudly, and before you know it, you're tumbling over that edge he had you teetering on.

He licked your essence greedily, growling with every swallow as though he was starved. But he didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck with reckless abandon, grinning at your increasingly whiny moans.

"Okay, okay," you laugh shakily, pushing lightly at his head. "I got-"

"Just one more," he mumbles against you.

You're about to protest, to tell him he doesn't need to, when he gives you large, pleading eyes and you realise this isn't just about you.

He's sincerely enjoying himself - your taste, your moans, your heels digging into his back and legs trembling on his shoulders from the increasingly overwhelming overstimulation.

You just whine loudly when he blinks pleadingly at you, but you aren't about to back down now.

He's watching you carefully, eyes flicking between your trembling body and your rolling eyes and shamelessly loud moans.

Your breath is so shaky that your body trembles with each desperate inhale you attempt at, but it's hard to beat off your moans and whimpers for a moment long enough to draw breath.

Finally you just let go, squirting all over Aonung with a keening cry, trembling all over and nearly going limp in his arms.

You're mortified at how intense your orgasm was, even more so when you open your eyes and see yourself limp against the tree, propped up carefully by Aonung.

"Are you alright?" he asks, looking distinctly pleased with himself but also a little concerned.

"Sure," you say with a shaky laugh as Aonung sets you back down. "Where did you learn that shit?"

"I picked it up," Aonung shrugs modestly, at complete odds with the cocky confidence gleaming in his ocean eyes. "Just here and there."

"Right," you say, rolling your eyes at him, before noticing the bulge in his tewng.

He's painfully fucking hard now, and you can see the seams of his loincloth straining.

"Do you need some help?"

Your questions surprises you both. But then again, he did do a great job with you, and you weren't selfish. You're happy to help him out.

"I'm supposed to be helping you," Aonung points out, shifting slightly to cover his erection.

"You did," you argue. "Don't be up yourself, you can ask for help too."

When Aonung just stares at you, you shift closer and lightly trace his bulge.

Instantly, his breath hitches and his body instinctively moves to follow your touch. You teasingly let your hand drop and he exhales as you turn to raise your brows at him.

"So?"

"Yes," he breathes.

"Yes what, Aonung," you ask, feigning stupidness.

"Please help me," he begs.

It was easier than you thought as you grin and oblige, moving to your knees and sliding his tewng down, reaching out to grab his cock before it smacks against his admittedly very toned abs. 

It feels fucking massive in your small slim hand - the smooth teal colour looking prettily pale against the azure blue of your forest na'vi skin, the glowing blue tahnì gleaming invitingly at you.

You pump his cock a few times, grinning as he chokes out a groan, and lick a stripe along him before closing your lips around the tip. Instantly, his hand closes on a fist full of your hair as his head tips back against the tree, swallowing a choked groan as he watches you take him into your mouth.

He jerks when you open your mouth wider. You don't hate the way it stretches your lips - he's the biggest you've ever had and it makes the hinge of your jaw ache as you force him down your throat. 

When he hits the back of your throat, he groans loudly and inadvertedly thrusts his hips forward. You choke a little and his grip on your hair loosens slightly as he mutters a bashful apology, but you just grin slightly to yourself before taking him even deeper, suckling on the head and the sides over and over. 

You're pulling groans and curses out of him as easily as he pulls your head gently up and down on his cock. You don't mind it, he did a good job and this is his reward.

You feel him getting closer, twitching in your mouth. His moans are getting louder and breathier too, and his grip on your soft dark braids is only getting stronger and stronger until you're just letting him move your head, mouth open for him and eyes watching him all the while.

But as he's nearly at his peak, he pulls you off him, not wanting to cum in your mouth, but you just grab his hips and push him deep into your throat, moaning slightly and sucking faster. 

That alone makes him come, letting out a stream of low groans and softly mutter your name again and again as you keep moving through his high until he's cursing, catching his breath and lightly pulling you off him.

His pupils are blown wide, large black spheres ringed in a fine line of bright icy blue as he looks down at you, hand absentmindedly moving to cup your face and gently wipe away the rest of the mess he left on your face.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "You didn't have to do-"

"I wanted to," you say without thinking.

Aonung blinks, still struggling to catch his breath as he realises what he's doing and quickly drops his hand away.

"Well," he says thoughtfully. He looks like he's trying to wrench his gaze away from you, yet those large blue eyes stay stubbornly fixed in yours.

You don't exactly want to look away, but you have a strange feeling that even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to tear your own gaze away either.

It's something about the way you're both standing, him hunched and slumped slightly against the tree, you drawn to your full height, and the fact that he's still nearly a foot taller.

Then there's a shout of laughter through the trees, and you remember about the party and the village and every other single fucking thing that you just happened to forget when you were with Aonung.

Stupid skxawng.

"We should go back to the party," you say quickly, the first words that jump into your mind.

You know what you're doing. For the first time in your life, you're backing down. And it's not because he intimidates you- quite the opposite.

It's what you see as the possibilities that frighten you. Because sure, the night was obviously going to end with you and Aonung doing that, because the fucking tension was just unbearable. Because when he looks at you like that, it's pretty fucking obvious what he's thinking.

Neteyam was right, but he isn't just fucking pussy whipped. Despite all of Aonung's cocky joking comments, he doesn't only like you. He's not just attracted to you. 

He wants more than these little forest quickies, and you... you just have no idea what you want.

So maybe you have intimacy issues. What do you do now? This has never happened, feeling a desire to overcome those very issues.

WHAT HAS THIS STUPID, MASSIVE, FISH-LIPPED, MUSCULAR, INFURIATING, HANDSOME, RIDICULOUS, COCKY, SWEET, GENTLE SKXAWNG DONE TO YOU?

Aonung just nods, eyes still following you as you pass him his loincloth and slide on your own.

"Hey," he says, nudging you slightly as you walk back towards the village. "If you're ever left unsatisfied, just come and find me again."

"I'm pretty sure you'll be the one to come and find me if I'm hooking up," you grumble. 

"At least I can deal with you," Aonung shrugs. 

"Same with you," you grin with raised brows. "Seems like we can't have a conversation without you getting hard."

Aonung swats lightly at you, and you shove him into a bush.

"So is that a yes then?" Aonung calls after you, struggling to stand back up and brush the leaves off himself. "We'll help each other out? Friends with benefits?"

"Not friends," you point out. "We'd have to like each other to be friends."

"I don't have a problem with you," Aonung shrugs. "I think you're quite fantastic."

"Okay I already sucked your dick, don't try to get in my pants again," you grumble. "I'll see you later."

"Alright," Aonung says, grinning at you as you return to the village.

No one pays any attention to the fact that you returned together, though you notice Neteyam's golden eyes on the pair of you as you walk towards your kelku.

You don't bother saying goodnight as you and Aonung split up to go to your neighbouring homes.

But as you duck into the shelter of your kelku, you can still feel the burn of that icy gaze on you.

Friends with benefits?

You're still pretty drunk, but you can't bring yourself to bother about anything else as you crawl into your woven bed.

You can worry about the events of tonight tomorrow, but it's not like your agreement to Aonung's proposal means anything. Just sex- just helping the other out.

Nothing intimate.

At all.

[propertyoftoru]

dreams become reality

Part 2 to invading your dreams

A/N: After such a pleasant response from the first part I decided I just had to do a part 2. Let me know what you think?! Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 2136

Warnings: smut, voyeurism? Oral (fem recieving) i didn’t check for errors 😫

PART 1

After standing there and making a complete fool of yourself you promptly made an exit from the kitchen and back to your room. The air in the kitchen was far to thick and the temperature was seemingly rising by the second. You just needed to get out of there. You slammed your back up against your door, trying desperately to even out your breathing.

Did he know? Had he peeked into your mind and saw what dirty thoughts pranced around in your head?

Or maybe…

No.

He wouldn’t…. would he?

You began pacing your room with uncertainty flooding your veins. Is it possible that he would impose on you like that?

For the love of Fates of course he would! He’s the damned God of Mischief! Why wouldn’t he be the reason for that entirely all too vivid dream?

You felt a pang of anger stab at your chest, you felt violated. How dare he slither his way into your dreams and impose those thoughts. Not that they weren’t swimming around in your subconscious but you’d be damned if you’d let them come forward. You were a professional. Not to mention the man tried to take over your world just a few years ago… with his hand forced of course.. but nonetheless! You were not going to be subjected to those tantalizing emerald eyes, and god help you, you were absolutely not going to be lured in by his silver tongue no matter how sweet your name sounded rolling off of it.

A sharp knock on your door broke you from your thoughts, not that you didn’t already know who it was. You strode over to your door taking a moment to collect yourself, before opening it.

Loki was leaning casually against your door frame his infamous smirk plastered across his face. His smirk only widening when he saw just how flustered you were. Your cheeks were flushed from anger or from the images of your dream playing on repeat in your mind, even you weren’t sure at this point. Your pupils were blown, your iris hardly even visible. Your brows were furrowed, and a pout placed ever so adorably upon your lips.

“What do you want Loki” you grumpily asked not really wanting to engage in a conversation with the man you were sure had transgressed upon your privacy.

“I simply wanted an answer to my question petal” he mused, moving past you and striding over to your bed where he perched himself elegantly.

“What did you dream of that has left you so abashed?” His eyes were not on you but rather scanning every inch of your room, taking in every detail.

“You know exactly what I dreamt of” you tried to sound venomous but instead you sounded rather breathless and there was a twinge of neediness in your tone. You clenched your fists because you knew you were losing the battle taking place above your shoulders. Norns you just wanted to give in - swallow your last bit of pride and crawl over to him, begging him to take you. You decided against it though, not wanting to submit yourself entirely just yet.

Instead you tried to be brazen, shutting the door behind you and strutting over to him. You stood between his legs and grabbed his chin, making his eyes meet yours.

“It’s impolite to intrude on people in their most vulnerable state” That earned a hum from him.

He grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from his chin and placing it on his chest.

“I merely allowed the thoughts you were suppressing to come to the surface little dove, nothing you haven’t subconsciously thought of before.”

He paused, licking his lips before that cocksure smirk returned.

“And might I say, you certainly have quite the imagination.”

You felt the heat rise in your face and spread through your whole body. What else had he seen while prying around in your subconscious? Surely he must have skimmed over the thoughts you’ve had in the shower, when your fingers had found their way between your thighs, and whispers of his name had slipped from behind your tongue. He mustn’t have seen the countless nights you had used your toys, imagining that it was him impaling you so deliciously. The primal hunger that was very apparent on his face made you think otherwise.

You hadn’t noticed, being so transfixed in your thoughts, but he had somehow pulled you closer to him. Your body now flush against his - still standing between his legs, his chest pressed up against your stomach. His fingertips were trailing up the backs of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Would you be opposed to me bringing your dream to life pet?” His fingers continued to move upwards stopping right under the curve of your bottom.

Your brain suddenly forgot how to form words, being this close to him. Feeling his fingers brush against your skin - It sent you into a lust-filled haze and any self restraint you had prior was now out the window. So you just shook your head, trying to signal to him that you would not be opposed to such a thing. But of course that was not enough for him, he needed to hear you say it. He didn’t even flinch, now waiting for a more verbal confirmation.

A few seconds passed and his eyes were peering up at you, that primal hunger still present but you also saw the patience and restraint within them. You were thankful for that, knowing that if you had said you didn’t want this that he wouldn’t force it upon you.

“I want this” was all your brain could manage but it was enough for him. He moved his hands to your hips, tugging you so you now straddled his lap. His lips quickly found yours and they moved together in seemingly perfect harmony, a needy and desperate harmony nonetheless. Your hands were tangled in the shiny black locks from your fantasy, just as soft and silky as you had imagined. Mindlessly you began to roll your hips against his and that seemed to ignite something within the mischievous god you were mounting. A deep growl came from his throat and the hold on your hips tightened, surely leaving bruises. Without breaking away from your lips he flipped you around so he was now hovering over you. He then lowered himself down and grinded himself into your throbbing core, earning a moan from both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to gain more friction but instead he stopped, eliciting a high pitched whine from you.

“I just want to make sure it’s very clear to you pet that you are not in charge here. You will do as I say or you will find yourself on the receiving end of a punishment. Understood?”

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head from the tone he was using. You didn’t even have to think twice about wanting to submit yourself entirely to the God hovering over you. The king. His powerful aura was almost overwhelming.

“Yes my king I understand”

He must’ve liked that answer because in the blink of an eye he was tugging down your panties, and ripping your shirt off of your body. Now entirely exposed for his greedy eyes to see, and he takes in every inch. He begins to trail wet kisses down your body, between your breasts, down your stomach, across your hips, before he kisses right above where you desperately need him.

“What do you desire little dove?”

“Your mouth, my king” you pause and realize your mistake. “Please”

He hums and while his eyes are latched onto yours he swirls his tongue around your clit. Your eyes flutter close and your head falls back, it feels better than you ever could've possibly imagined. His tongue was cold, you knew of his true heritage but never even considered how that would play into things. He dragged a finger up your folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards rocking it back and forth gently. You harsh pants and moans echoed off the walls of your room along with the obscene smacking sounds coming from between your legs. His pace became relentless and his mouth was removed for only a second so he could murmur “cum for your king darling”. And that was all you needed to send you flying into oblivion. You saw white as you clenched your eyes shut, toes curling, back arching. You were shaking and whimpering and gods you looked like an absolute mess. A mess that he made and by the fates did he love it. He wasted no time after letting you ride out your high,reattaching his lips to yours.

In a shimmer of green light his clothes were no longer obscuring your view of his body. His pale skin was a vision, it appropriately seemed to be the work of gods, chiseled so delectably. His cock was large, bigger than any you have ever had, and it stood prominently just begging to be touched. You timidly move your hand forward brushing your fingertips over the head, smearing the precum around. A soft groan leaves his lips but he doesn’t move, he just lets you make yourself at home with his body. You wrap your fingers around him and softly begin to pump his length, earning a hiss from him. This time he does stop you, wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. He removes your hand from him and grasps his own length, lining it up with your soaking cunt. He locks his eyes with yours as he pushes in devastatingly slow.

It feels like all of the air in your chest is knocked out of you, in the best way possible. He continues to slide in until he reaches his hilt and then he stops, allowing you time to adjust to his girth. He is much larger than anyone you have ever been with. You walls are trembling and burning deliciously, and they’re begging for relief. You give him a small nod and he pulls out almost entirely before sliding back in, slightly quicker than before. You feel him brush against that spot and you nearly pass out from the shock of pleasure that courses through your veins. You gasp loudly before a phonographic moan flies from your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders. You wrap your legs around him and this time he lets you. He begins to move at a relentless pace and your thighs are trembling, his mouth is attached to your throat, nipping at it harshly. One of his hands slides down in between you and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit. After a few moments you feel your orgasam approach for the second time and you have tears in your eyes from how good it feels.

You’re gasping for air but you know better than to come without his permission “Please may i come my king?” You choke out.

He feels your walls flutter around him - your clit throbbing against his fingers, he notices the way your pupils are blown even more than when he arrived at your room, he rejoices at the filthy sounds coming from your lips and he feels his own orgasam approaching.

“Go ahead pet, come all over my cock. Milk me for all I’m worth.”

This time when you fly into oblivion he’s right alongside you, your walls tightening around him triggering his own blissful end. You feel his warm seed fill you up and it’s so sinful that it almost has you coming again. He collapses onto you, being sure to shift his weight in a way that wouldn’t harm you. After a moment he pulls out of you, laying beside you and you feel his seed begin to leak out of you.

His breathing begins to even out and he lays there for a moment before speaking

“I’m not one to share”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you tilt your head to look at him.

“Why would you have to share me?”

“Because apparently I’m not the only one who intrudes on you in your most intimate moments.” He replies while glancing over your shoulder.

You turn over to see his tall figure leaning against the now open door, lip pulled between his teeth, obvious erection straining proudly against his pants.

His gruff voice finally spoke “you think you’re the only one she dreams about? I’ve heard her moan my name late at night when she thinks no one is listening.” He steps forward, the sun peeking through the window creating a glare off of his arm.

“I’m willing to bet she won’t mind being used by the both of us.”

A/N: part 3??? or should I leave it up to your imaginations?

Also i will be adding a tag list to my posts so please let me know if you would like to be added to it!

TAGLIST:

@spookyanairwin

@aar-journey

@kweenmarvel

@iamverity

@spidey-mads

[deaf-bakugou]

Hi! I found your blog a while ago and I’m obsessed lol. Deaf!Bakugou makes so much sense... almost too much sense... he’s bLaSt ExPoSeD! Anyways, I saw you were doing a q&a at some point recently-ish so I was wondering how your experiences with audiologists have been? You def don’t have to answer if it’s too personal!

I sure am doing a Q and A though I forgot because no one had really questioned it. To be honest my experience has been a little bit rocky. But that happens sometimes for children who are what we call late diagnosed which is between the age of 10 and 18. At that age a child already has a very good grasp of the english language and knows what actions to perform to fir in with a crowd making hearing loss harder to distinguish. Based on the progression they believe I started loosing my hearing about the ten year old mark but I did not get diagnosed or recieve my hearing aids until 14. This is a little off point but it relates. This means that I had a harder time with my audiologist because by the time I made it there I had been struggling for years but no one had believed me that something was wrong. To be fair I did not even really know something was wrong. I just knew that people were suddenly talking quieter and my mom was mad my music was to loud or my dad was screaming because he asked me to do the dishes and I had not done them and he was tired of my insisting that he had not asked me to do anything. So I was a ba of anger and frustration and teenage hormones. I only really ended up there because my grandmother who is a nurse sat down with my parents one day and said, in my professional opinion, something is wrong.

This is hard to be told at 13-14. Like Bakugou I was convinced that the issue was everyone else not me. (It is probably important to know that I was already very sick and in the middle of testing for another chronic life changing disease that ended up being connected woohoo) so I was already angry that one thing was wrong so I refused to believe that anything else was either.

My Audiologist is named Summer. I proudly informed her that there was nothing wrong and this was just cursory and that my mom and dad should get tested instead when I passed. She was a good sport and accepted this easily. Afterwards she sat down with me and said, "things should get easier for you after this. But I need you to understand that while your ears my not work as well as mine or theirs, you are not the problem." Which helped a lot. She knew how to handle children going through the grieving process, because it is a grieving process when you loose a sense as an older child or adult. She put up with a lot of shit from me over the years. Including a time period where my mom informed me that my hearing was getting worse and we needed to have my hearing aids turned up in which I promptly informed her that AIED can be genetic and maybe SHE was finally loosing HER hearing. So she promptly marched me in. Took a hearing test and handed me her above normal results. I was so pissed. Summer just watched on in amusement of course. Turns out I had lost a good degree of hearing since my last check up that time. My hearing loss is progressive unpredictable. Which means it gets worse, but randomly. I know I was a difficult case and I have cochlear and nerve damage but no eardrum damage. I also threw a whole ass fit in her office at like 16 when my dad did 3 minutes of research and took me in demanding I get a cochlear implant. (Not a miracle cure fucker.) And I absolutly fucking refused. Cochlear seriously limit your life ability. For me I am not willing to do it and I dont think anyone under the age of 16 should be implanted because it should be a decision they can be present in. They literally cut a hole in your skull. I digress again.

So moral of the story is that if it is a one time visit to an Audiologist then it is clinical, nothing to report, but if you have a long term Audiologist who has been with you from the begining, they are a friend, a confidant, they have likely seem the worst and best of you and probably with they had gotten that therapy degree. I have been with summer tenish years now and she has been there for every bump in road, every sudden drop in hearing, and every year I shed as I thought I could never have a functioning life. She showed me the cool features of my hearing aids and told me about the programs to help me get the help I needed. She put me on the right path to learn to love who I am. (Also made me do a lot of speech therapy and i might still be salty about that but whatever.)

So I hope you like this book I wrote.

[dressed-up-messed-up]

This is titled Late Night but tumblr yeeted the title thing so WHATEVER I guess.

May is mine, but Lo is @ursuladecayart /. @ursuladecay (ones just art, the other is her main I’m sure. Tagging both so you guys can check out her content!)

May was the kind of girl that knew what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it.

If she knew what she wanted ahead of time, it was almost assured that she could plan our every detail of what she would do, and when, and even plan what to do if things went wrong.

Why else would she have money in the bank, but also money wrapped up in a neat little briefcase under her mattress with a code that only she knew?

Nonetheless, despite her careful planning, May wasn’t one to be excluded from strange things happening to her.

Of these strange things to occure to her was the mere existance of a strange person.

Their name was Lola, given at birth, but they went by Lo, something May figured out when they first ordered a coffee at the cafe she worked at.

They had black and white hair (May presumed it was dyed, similar to her own Ariel-esque hair), with punk attire and even a leather jacket (May was envious- she always adored leather jackets).

Despite Lo’s harmless appearance, May had the same feeling she did when she saw a colt - the same feeling that this person was dangerous in their own right, and she’d better be careful.

Not as careful as with a colt, as those could and would mercilessly murder a person, but the point was the same.

Their interaction had been normal, nothing of extreme worth in many other people’s minds.

“Hello, welcome to Heartbreak Cafe! My name is May, what can I getcha off the menu today, folks?”

“Just an egg wrap, and a coffee.”

“Sugar?”

“You calling me a name, or asking if I want sugar in my coffee?” Lo had given a small wink, making Mays lips curl into a genuine smile.

“A bit ‘a both, sug.” She returned the wink, even giving a small giggle at the end of her line.

“Well, I’ll have both them, if you’d please.”

She’s written down the order, even though she didn’t need to since her memory was well and good. She took Lo’s friends order, and had their order out in moments.

Although sad to see Lo leave, she couldn’t help but notice that Lo had left their phone on her counter.

This wasn’t uncommon for customers - when scrolling through their feeds, they tended to simply... put their phone down, and forget it.

May was guilty of leaving her keys once, so she wasn’t judge mental to those who did this.

Despite the multitude of plates she’d been carrying at the time, she’d been able to open Lo’s phone (why didn’t they have a lock? She thought it was odd, but again, she wasn’t going to tell a cute stranger that they needed better security).

Although mostly good at heart, she didn’t hesitate to put her phone number in. After chasing down Lo and returning to their phone (and promptly being told to go home by her manager, since she had been working all day), she almost forgot about the incident entirely.

Until, that is, she recieved a text from Lo.

“Is the option of being called Sugar available?”

At the time, May had been drinking some wine, so she’d almost choked on it when she read the text.

The redhead was always getting flustered at genuine flirting, so to find out that Lo held some level of interest in her was going to send her to an early grave.

“I can call you other names if you want; heard a lot of people prefer Honey over Sugar.”

She’d debated on sending the text for a long time, pressing her cool hand to her ever-warming cheek. What would they do? Would they think she was weird?

Well, only one way to find out.

After the text had sent, she didn’t expect one for a long while after. It had taken them hours to text her the first time, after all.

However, her phone dinged just moments later.

It was Lo again, responding much faster than before.

“What if I like sugar and honey?”

“Well I suppose I’ll have to call you ‘moon pie’ then.”

“What’s a moonpie?”

“Look in the mirror, hun, and you’ll see the sweetest thing in the whole South - that’s what a moon pie is.”

“I wouldn’t mind being moonpie, then.”

“It’s a good thing they’re my favorite sweet, then, hm?”

May was growing more entertained by Lo already. She was absolutely facisnated by how Lo kept a conversation going just by their earlier teasing of pet names.

“Do favorite sweets always get the cute girls numbers put into their phone when they leave them behind?”

Mays face turned red. Busted. Before she could respond with some half-assed excuse of how that’s totally not what happened at all, she recieved another text.

“Because if so, I’ll have to start leaving my phone at your counter more often.”

Again, she took a moment to respond.

Back home, she was just May, the farmers daughter. She was May, the babysitter that everyone knew growing up. She’d worn dirty overalls and jeans, scoffed up ratty shoes and hand me downs.

She wasn’t May, the waitresss with the nice dresses. She wasn’t known for shopping, or wearing dresses that sparkled in the lights, or high heels.

She wasn’t used to anyone showing such genuine interest in her.

“That implies you’ll come to see me more often. If that’s the case, I’ll have a new favorite customer.”

Why did she send that?! Did she want to lose someone interesting?!

The phone dinging kept scaring her - pure silence of drinking wine, and then the loudest ding possible.

Constant heart attacks made hearts stronger, she heard.

“You would be implying correctly. ;) “

Gosh, she sure was falling hard and fast.

“Can a waitress get to know her customer a bit better so she can personalize their experience?”

“Sure thing~ ask away.”

She didn’t know what she was doing, but she was determined to figure out this Lo person in the next twenty questions in the least creepy way possible.

For the next twenty questions, she asked Lo as much as she could about them. They seemed patient, amused even by Mays questions, even after they went past 20.

As the clock began to near midnight, Lo sent another message.

“One question from me before we both head to bed.

Would you mind going to grab a coffee so we can keep playing 20 questions?”

May had no objections, typing back ‘yes’ faster than anything before.

The two relaxed into their beds, May holding onto her pillow.

She was so happy and exited, it was difficult to sleep.

This was going to be the first time she was going on an actual date!

Oh, sugar peas.

This was going to be fun...

It’s currently 2 am and I’m struggling to stay awake, pretty sure it’s time I went to bed. After I figure out Los personality more, I’ll start doing POVs for th and actually trying g to write them.

Goodnight everyone!

[shadowdianne]

Magic (SQ Ficlet)

Asked by @delirious-comfort

“Number 14: Can I have a wand too?” 

From this list

“Can I have a wand too?”

Emma remembered the first time she had asked that, only eight and already having seen enough of the system to speak in hushed tones, eyes pleading but never too much, hands reaching above but never too obvious.

The woman who had taken her in, sweeter than most but never too sweet, never too warm, had merely said that she was still young, that she still couldn’t wield one. And Emma had heard the hidden worry beneath the words, promptly making her look away, at the dusty corners of the shop in where her foster brother kept on bouncing, trying wand after wand.

Emma had left the alley with blotchy cheeks and a sigh on her lips, wishing to be able to create the sparks and small hexes that had made so many former foster parents prouder of the other kids. She, however, couldn’t do that and, as such, she merely eyed her foster brother as he brandished his new wand; colors and sounds coming out of it every time he moved it.

She didn’t get to see him go to the School, however, even if she spent the next couple of weeks asking him everything about the magic world, the one she knew about but never truly saw aside from the magic she could see made by the ones in the system; promises of what others could do but never her.

Two days before he was sent to the school, she got into trouble after punching a kid: mud blood, squib, the words ricocheting inside of her as the boy’s nose cracked against her fist. She was sent to a home that very same night and the never saw her foster brother again.

And so, she kept on trying to make her own wand with sticks every time she thought she wasn’t being watched. It never worked; the sticks too short, too thick, too brittle.

By the time her 11th birthday rolled by, she had already realized that the words were right, were true for her. She didn’t ask for a wand that year, nor for a letter in bright green ink. However, it still hurt when the date came and passed, not a single owl cheeping at her window by the end of the day.

That very same month she was moved out of the magical system, relocated to a muggle-born one. She was never explained why, but she knew enough, was old enough, to understand after all.

No one wanted to have an un-magical child on a magical world.

She, eventually, grew out of everything, running away and not looking back, trying to feign indifference whenever she saw wands and magic, creatures and spells she wasn’t supposed to be able to recognize. Until, at 28, she was met with a child that vowed to be hers and, even if she had tried to forget how and where that had happened, she could see Neal’s eyes on him, on his cheeks and chin.

When she delivered him back to his mother, she felt the electricity on the air before the woman opened the door of the house, strong and vibrant power running down her body like a mantle made out of sparks. Purple and black on her eyes, the brunette rushed towards the boy, hugging him close as he moved away, declaring that he had found his real mother.

And Emma… well, Emma could only feel breathless, never once having felt such power, alluring in the way it was unapologetic, conscious, strong. She breathed out a “Hi” that got trapped on her tongue the moment the other woman turned to look at her, part of the magic getting stronger, coating her lips and nose in a sweet scent that made her sway.

She saw the woman as what she was; a sorceress, a witch, and the woman saw only a muggle when looking back at her. And Emma longed for the brunette to see her, really see her. She didn’t dare, however, and so she played as if the magic she still could feel in the air wasn’t there, and the way the house felt alive in ways only magic could make wasn’t something she could perceive.

Because that had been her undoing once, what she had tried to forget about herself time and time again; her ability to sense, to feel, when magic was around, close enough to make her skin prickle. That had been the reason why the system had left her around until her eleventh birthday had passed; to see if that ability meant something, truly something.

Sometimes, she had wished for them to have given her a potion, to have hexed her, so she could forget.

Regina’s magic, however, was something different and far more intoxicating, enough for her to stay around, even when the woman fought her, the possibility of learning to know about Henry the other deciding factor for her to ask for a room at the dinner, eyes narrowing as she saw the glowing power of both granny and Ruby.

And then those first weeks turned into months, and those months transformed Storybrooke from a place to stay for a while into something strange she could almost call “home”.

So when Regina’s mother appeared, darkness on her eyes and nothing but murder threatening to swallow the whole town she put herself in front of the other woman, protecting both child and mother, trying not to look at Regina’s eyes, fearing when the realization will hit. And, as she foolishly forgot that she was human, a squib, she closed her eyes and stood in front of the ones she had learnt to love, heart bursting and magic filling her as Cora’s anger hit her, cutting into her skin.

She didn’t die that night.

She stumbled and fell to her knees, opening her eyes and nausea making her swallow and gag as she felt the debilitating power of the curse eating at her insides, a scream of pure horror at her back and the flurry of purple illuminating the suddenly starry sky as Cora’s own eyes widened.

“Impossible.” She heard her say.

She didn’t have the possibility to ask her, as unconsciousness struck, darkness enveloping her as a second scream rose into the air.

When she opened her eyes again, Regina’s brown eyes were the first thing she saw, eyes that glinted and glowed as Henry run to her side, barreling into her.

“You have magic?”

And Emma, who had been the child left alone and aside, who haven’t had a wand and who had tried too hard for too long to feel like she belonged, could only laugh. Because she had heard the stories; stories about love and sacrifice, about those who had been able to protect, to defend the ones they loved.

And she felt like a little girl again; asking for a wand as she smiled, the pull on her lips turning into a sigh.

“I don’t know.”

Regina’s answer was simple, far simpler than what she had recieved back in time.

“Let me teach you.”

[fuck-customers]

Fucking Complainers and I now have a Stalker.

Oh god, thank you for opening your submissions cause do I have some Juice Bar stories! I've honestly been having the absolute worst two weeks of my time. 1. We recieved acai packets to create acai bowls. I was told to use those first. I was never told of a container of acai was recently brought into the store and/or of its location. A woman came up and ordered a bowl, being as it was rush hour at the gym, I went on autopilot. I pulled out two flavored acai packets and asked which one she wanted. She was confused and began giving an attitude. The woman was telling me another girl had given her one type of acai. I was generally confused and had her explain what she meant. She had pointed to our visible white freezer saying the girl from yesterday had pulled it out of there. So I checked and noticed the container and it clicked. I started the bowl and apologized to the woman saying I was told to use the packets first and was unaware that the container was there. I proceeded with the transaction and made a mistake by charging her for her 3 free toppings as my mind was in protein shake mode. She paid, walked five feet, turned around to face me, and I looked at her and was a bit confused. Then she turned around, proceeded to walk away and wrote a nasty review and said I was clueless, overcharged her, and she was pissed that she had to explain shit. Prompting my boss to call me 10mins later. I explained the situation and said if she had turned around, I would have happily refunded her and charged her correctly without a problem had she said something. My boss backed me up and realized she didn't communicate properly with me and said it was fine and to ignore what she (the customer) said. 2. So our sister location isn't very busy and I was there for one shift. Like, it's absolutely dead there but when a rush hits, it's pretty big. So a higher up sales guy that works for the gym had ordered a shake a minute before the rush hits. I was a bit thrown off for it. So 15mins go by and the rush is done and I'm finishing with my last rush customer. The gym guy walks over asking if I was making his shake. I said no that it was the customers. He then kept saying you forgot about me huh? I immediately began apologizing and started making his shake. He promptly walked away saying he didn't want it and that it was fine. By the time I finished it, he was busy with customers making a sale. Being smart, I realized it would be rude to hand it to him while he was making a sale. So I wait. He then finishes and talks to a manager, again rude, so I wait. He then leaves, I assume for lunch. But I ran to the manager asking if he left as I finished his shake. The guy said yes. 20 mins later I get a call from my boss. This Prima Donna, drove 20 mins to my main location, to COMPLAIN to my BOSS about the situation, saying it was unprofessional and inappropriate and kept saying how is that right that I forgot about him and that I was completely in the wrong. He ended up getting a free shake. My boss screamed at me over the phone in front of him. I started to cry. 3hrs later I'm switching with the next girl only for him to come up to the counter to order another shake. I explained to him I had it made when he had left. In the bratty-est tone he said, "Oh I know, I already told your boss about what happened. Let's make sure it doesn't happen again. Okay sweetheart?" I called my boss later worried I was fired only to find out that she wasn't actually mad, it was a show she put on for him. He complains about all the juice bar girls and that he's spoiled. Low and behold, I was happy and I hate him. 3. Last story, so today 6/29, I had a shit day. I misread the schedule, and came a half hour late. And I'm just not in it. One of my customers who's about between 31 - 33 is seeing someone. But he has a stalker at the gym. She's about 26 - 28. And she hates any of the Juice Bar girls because they talk to him. She follows him around the gym and gives nasty looks to any of the girls if they're working out that day. For some reason she hates me the most and she goes up to the balcony where all the treadmills are and will watch me and give me nasty looks while working out. She will sit up there for 2 - 3hrs. So I will bullshit with him and I'll tell him about my boyfriend and ya know just have a conversation. He's a regular so I've learned his order and what not. But today, he wasn't there. She was. Apparently she's been watching me my whole 7hr shift. About a half hour before I close, I run to the woman's locker room. I stop at the mirror to fix my hair, I'm growing out a mohawk so its awkward and I want to look respectable at work. THIS BITCH! SHE FOLLOWS ME AND SITS TWO MIRRORS DOWN AND WATCHES ME! Once I think my hair is done I back away but go back to fix a Bobby pin. She then wipes her hands with paper towels and keeps her eyes on me while giving me a nasty look. I walk to the stalls to pee and she follows me. Again, two. stalls. down. She then pretends to finish and goes to the locker/changing room area. Now there's a wall between the mirrors and lockers. And the locker room is shaped into two squares. She then watches me and follows me out the locker room and she disappears. I started to freak because she's never done that to any of the other girls. So I'm the first. My regular has complained to the gym and they haven't done a thing. I'm about to go to the gym and complain as well as go to my boss. This girl is not okay and the fact that she spends that long watching me even after my regular is long gone is creepy. Ugh but I don't want to start issues with any of the gym people or cause any problems but she scares me.

[irrfahrer]

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Even the walls of her cabine were vibrating from the engines woarking to keep the life-supporting-systems, the artificial grvity and teh aircirculation and generation moving. The vibration worked from the low ceiling along the grey, naked durasteelwalls and into the Tynnans bunk she was laying on, making her bristle her pelt in miserable revulsion as the vibration crawled into her skin, her veins, her muscles, her bones and made every single breath aching. Ziv hated beeing in space. Ziv hated beeing in space, because she always got spacesick. It was the beeping of her cabines door that brutally pushed the Tynnan out of her comatose like doozing and threw her into a state of waking that greeted her with a wave of dizziness which made her stomach turn, turn, turn. “..ugh why...”, Ziv groaned, pinning her ears back and bristling her whiskers in utter misery like a beaten animal. “...Why the kriffing Kriff does the universe hates me so kriffing much....”, Ziv muttered to herself quietly, more like a miserable cheeping, as she pressed herself up in a sitting position so heavily as if her body was carved of stone. Spacesickness had alwas been with her, but it became worse as longeras she stayed on a ship or spacestation like this so after the weeks he had been already in this palce, she felt as if put through the cantinas meat-grinder. The second she sat up, she already ignored sitting up and promptly grabbed for the wall next to the bunk to keep herself upright while the world around her turned, turned, turned. Yet she was already up, so with her blanket wrapped around ehr small shoulders like a toga the young woman dragged herself through the small cabine to the door, her arms ont he wall in case she would just drop to the floor the next second. It seemed to need hours until she eventually reached the door and in fact it were only a few steps, yet those steps had felt as if weights had been bound to the Tynnans hindpaws. There was another beeping noise that was definitve too loud for Zivs now too sensteive senses as she gave the orde rto open the door. Hissing loudly, much much much too loudly, so loud it made the Tynnan flinch, the door slidened opned and revealed two bouquets of Arallute-Flowers laying on the with durasteel tiled floor before her. For a second Zivs mind was too tiered and exhausted to really react as the young woman looked blinking down at the bouquets- as a botanist she promptly recognised the Arallute Flower with their plumb, violet flower heads, the stark stem and the scent that remainded her of warm milk and the nerf-pelts she would lay under patients backs in heir beds so the natural oils would ease them into sleep, yet as a person focused on midwifery she also recognized the Arallute in its function in Alderaan traditions as when the flowers dried they became hard with its seeds closed inside to be used as a rattle for small children so eventually it had become tradition gifting young married people and expecting parents a Arallute-flower. Blinking slowly, her eyelids feeling as heavy as stone Ziv leaned forward and picked up the bouquets. There was a second of unexpected wildness as a crooked smirk cut through the young womans snout like a knife and she chuckled, although she regretted it promptly since it made her feel more sick: “..Eh, whats this for? I am pretty kriffing sure I had never been that bad and long drunk that I forgot an one-night-stand, kriffing six months of pregnancy and a birth...”. Still laughing and still feeling much too sick to really enjoy the present, she looked around on the corridor- the Tynnan felt too tiered to pick up a trail of scent and every smell around her had turned for her much too keen nose in a thick, heavy boundle that made it in this moment impossible to pick up the certaine scent the visitor had left behind. Eventually she only shrugged, gently cradling the bouquets in her arms like a treasure. ”Hey, Loverboy, Lovergirl, Lover-Nonbinary-pal or Lover-Alien!”, the young woman yelled along the empty corridor with a paw beside her muzzle to be louder: “Thank you! But Next time you feel kriffing affectionately towards me, you better just bring me a Bouquest of Naboo-Lavender! It helps better against my spacesickness than kriffing Arallutes!”