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Hi! Can I request an Alicent's innocent daughter who pregnant dark!Daemon's child? I'm really curious about how the relationship between Daemon X Reader in this story will develop! Maybe reader was on the way to tell Dae she was pregnant again only to hear a conversation that Daemon was just using her (he really isn’t but Rhaenyra making sure she hears) she leaves and takes her son, and Daemon realises who he really loves and switches to the Greens! Plot twist, a Happy Ending please filled with much SMUT and Otto dies and a little flirt scene with Aegon or Aemond to make Dae jealous hehe.

A/N: I hope you like it! Maybe I went a little overboard with this and the character was not as innocent.

pairing: dark!Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

summary: Alicent's innocent daughter who is pregnant with dark!Daemon's child? I'm really curious about how the relationship between Daemon X Reader in this story will develop! Maybe reader was on the way to tell Dae she was pregnant again only to hear a conversation that Daemon was just using her (he really isn’t but Rhaenyra made sure she heard) she leaves and takes her son with her, and Daemon realises who he really loves and switches to the Greens' side! Plot twist, a Happy Ending please filled with much SMUT and Otto dies and a little flirting scene with Aegon or Aemond to make Daemon jealous

Word count: 8,5K

Warnings: Smut, Angst, spanking, fingering, P in V, pussy eating, spit play, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, orgasm control, cum play, jealousy

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You could not believe, you pregnant again, you were happy of course. The moment the maesters announced you were healthy again after the birth of your son, Vaenys, Daemon and you coupled like a bunch of rabbits so it was no surprise really, it was a matter of time.

Your father married you to your uncle after you turned ten and six name days old. You were not his heir nor were you even the second born so he married you to your uncle. You innocently agreed and was overjoyed by the match, at least he was not some fat old lord who could barely move a hand. Your mother was against it deeming the relationship queer however your father and insisted. Daemon seemed content enough with this marriage so hearing this conversation now made you feel confused at first.

"I do not understand why you still humour this marriage" Rhaenyra's voice was hushed not wanting anyone to hear but she was doing a terrible job at being discreet.

"She is fun to indulge into" You peeked into the room through the small between the door and doorframe. Daemon was sat beside the fireplace with a cup of wine in his hand and Rhaenyra stood beside his chair.

"My little half sister is no fun. She is just a dumb little girl who follows you around like some dragonling, she has not even ridden her dragon in over a year" She snickered. You had not been able to ride your dragon because you were very week during your pregnancy and then later on Daemon left you too sore or exhausted to ride.

"She is a cute little thing" Thing? Is that what you were in his eyes? A thing to toy with and fill with heirs until he got his fill? You turned around and left not finding the courage to face the both of them. Tears streamed down your face freely and you had no control over them.

You made it to your room in record time finding it empty, your son was down for a nap and your handmaidens were probably preparing for the feast tonight. A feast in Aegon's nameday honour, another one for you to watch him embarrass himself in. Your fingers shook as they quickly undid the laces. You felt breathless, no matter how many deep breaths you took you still felt like your lungs were closing up and unable to store any of the air coming inside.

You pulled the dress off followed by the corset and your linen leaving you completely naked in the middle of your room. You stumbled over to the washroom attached to your room and over to the bucket of cold water. You splashed your face with the water intended for other reasons. The water on your heated face felt refreshing but not enough. You sobbed harder as you slid down feeling like an idiot for falling for your uncle's games. Of course he only cared for the throne and would throw himself at Rhaenyra the second she gave him an opening, the throne was what he wanted and he won't be getting it with you. You were the fourth born child of King Viserys and third born of your mother.

You pulled your knees up to your chest wanting to sink into the floor and never emerge ever again. Your poor boy would grow up in a lie that his father cared but he never did. All those nights Daemon sung lullabies for him to sleep were for show only, to get closer to you and manipulate you into obedience so he can do anything he wanted without you noticing.

After what felt like hours your eyes dried of any tears having none anymore to shed. You bathed with the help of your handmaidens who shut their mouthes after you snapped at them to cease their questions about your wellbeing. You knew that they meant well but you did not wish to talk about the incident. You put on a dress you have never once touched in your wardrobe before, a dress your mother gifted you many moons back, a green dress. The dress covered your shoulder but dipped down into a deep V neck showing the insides of your breasts tucked closer to one another with a special corset from Dorne that pushed them inwards. The slit stopped just about your belly button, something you were shocked your mother sent for you to wear considering how religious she was. The sleeves reached your elbows before a thin fabric continued from there in a lighter shade of green in bell sleeves, the front reached your wrists but the back of it resumed to touch the floor. The dress kissed the floor as you walked even with your golden heels on. The back of the dress was only a little low showing your shoulder blades but not more. Over the right breast there was a golden dragon embroidered there still showing what house you belonged into. You placed two emerald earrings in your ears with a matching emerald necklace to shine under the candlelight.

Your sworn guard ser Lormer was stunned to speechlessness and remained so until you reached the great hall where the feats was being held The guard announced your arrival upon seeing you. A hush fell around the room as you stepped down the steps with your head held high. Your mother's face brightened at the sight of your choice of dress and a smirk grew on your grandsire. Otto's face. Daemon's face showed only shock and horror at the colour you chose.

"The beckon on hightower, do you know what colour it glows when the Hightowers call their banners?" You heard someone whisper the question somewhere in the room but it was heard perfectly fine in the silence.

"What father?" A younger voice asked. Your eyes watched your father's expression, he seemed to have been under a spell or maybe remembering a memory?

"Green" Was the answer. You paused in front of your father on the other side of the table. He looked up at you watching you as your bowed down in a graceful curtsy.

"Your grace" You greeted rising back up. You moved to round the table and paused behind your grandsire leaning down to place a kiss on his bearded cheek making his smirk widen.

"Good girl" he praised. You smiled and moved to take your seat on Daemon's left with Rhaenyra on his right.

"What in the seven hells are you wearing?" He leaned over to hiss, glaring at you. You leaned your elbow lazily on the armrest as music filled the hall again yet there were still stares on you.

"A dress, husband" You replied. Daemon's hands curled into fists in his lap. A smirk grew on your face seeing that you had irritated him.

"Did you not have any other one? A black or red one perhaps?" He asked infuriated with you. You turned to watch as some couples moved to the dance floor to some upbeat song before turning back to Daemon only then realising that he has never asked you to dance or let you dance with someone else, an activity you enjoyed before marriage, an activity you participated in at your wedding only once and never again.

"I am afraid they all are being either washed or thrown away" You responded apathetically with a bored smirk on your lips still. You could hear even from the other side of the table as Aegon demanded for some more wine. Besides you both new that was not true, you had way too many for all of them to be washed at the same time.

"Thrown away?" He was surprised now. Why would you throw away the clothes he brought for you, after you married he brought you a hole wardrobe and threw away your old one and made sure your wardrobe was of the newest fashions from all around Westeros.

"Yes they found mold on them and their foul smell filled the room" You hissed resentful and now Daemon knew your words had a double meaning. You pushed your chair back using his moment of surprise to move away from him. Rhaenyra watched in shock as you left Daemon behind, usually you stuck by his side even when he got up to talk with some lord. The both of them watched you make your way the Greens' side and to your brother Aemond specifically.

"Care for a dance brother?" You held your palm open for Aemond to take. Aemond was surprised seeing as you had not danced with him since before your marriage. He accepted the offer happily and guided you down the steps to the dance floor. Aemond was only one year younger than you so you two used to be the closest between your siblings.

"What caused such a change, dear sister?" Aemond pondered. You smiled gently moving to hold one of his hands in yours and the other around your waist. You placed your other hand on his shoulder and led the beginning of the dance moving with the beat of the music.

"Nothing, I just opened my eyes" Was your reply. Aemond chose not to push for more enjoying this moment in between each other's arms.

He lead in the dance twirling you around along with the other ladies in time. When you paused in front of him with a genuine smile on your face he placed both his hands on your waist and pulled you off your feet watching as you moved your arms above your head expertly before placing you back down on the floor. You two gazed upon each other the entire dance moving and twirling together you with the hobby of dancing and Aemond with the hobby of sword fighting.

"Another, dear sister?" Aemond asked once the dancing ceased and the tone changed.

"Gladly" You moved to his side with a grin. He held out his arm for you to hold as you moved along with the other couples.

Daemon watched from the high table as Aemond moved you, held you and felt your body, your body that belonged to him. He gulped down the cup of wine in front of him as Aemond held you from behind swaying from side to side before moving to twirl you to face him.

Rhaenyra watched Daemon's every facial expression with worry eating at her. What if he was rethinking what he said and promised? What if changes his support? What if he does not marry her the second Laenor was gone from the front? What ifs circled her head making sweat build up up her back.

You laughed when Aemond gave you an extra twirl as the song ended. Aemond's eyes twinkled as he watched you but then something behind your back caught his attention making him stoic again. Your turned to find Aegon standing behind you surprisingly with no wine anywhere near him, for now.

"If I may, brother, I would like to dance with our sister as well" Your older brother held out his hand. Aemond grumbled something under his breath before placing your hand in Aegon's hand and moved back to the table.

"Aegon, it has been a while" This time it was a much slower dance. A very provocative dance, it initiated no physical touch but the partners stood very near to one another, dancing and teasing one another.

"It has, dear sister, Uncle has been hiding you all to himself " Aegon chuckled darkly looking you up and down, eyes pausing on whatever flesh peeked from under your dress.

"Yes it seems so" You moved to walk behind Aegon. You broke one of the rules of this dance and placed a hand on his shoulder leaning closer to whisper in his ear as you other hand run up his side.

"You can have me all you want now" You let your breath hit his ear before pulling away and moving to stand in front of him again. Aegon's hand raised wanting to touch you but paused and moved back down to ghost over your waist. The both of you moved in a circle with not a singular inch touch but you were the closest to each other between all the couples.

"You have grown sister, your mind is no longer as naive" Aegon whispered. You moved closer hiding your actions with your body. You grabbed his hand with both of yours running your thumbs over the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist feeling his heart race. You looked at him through your lashes with a smirk.

"You mean I know the ways of the body now" You responded. Aegon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. You giggled turning to look at the high table noticing three people watching you, five eyes, Daemon, Rhaenyra and Aemond. Your smirk dropped when you saw the maester move closer to Daemon.

"I have to go, Vaenys is awaiting me" You spoke hurriedly before moving away from Aegon. He did not have time to stop you and watched as you sprinted in the direction of the exit.

"My prince" Daemon snapped from staring at you and Aegon, standing close, touching one another.

"What is it?" Daemon snapped annoyed. He did not even think twice if he were being rude to the older man but turned to glare at him anyways.

"I wished to congratulate you myself, your grace" The old man said. His back was slightly hunched and his bead touched his belly and sweat was evident above his brow.

"Whatever for?" Daemon's eyebrow ticked up in confusion. The older man grumbled a little maybe also annoyed with Daemon.

"Your lady wife's pregnancy" The world stopped around Daemon. You were with child? Why did you not tell him? What has gotten into you today? Daemon's eyes snapped back to the dance floor but you were already gone and Aegon was now entertaining some other lady. He stood up so fast he almost fell from the blood rush. His eyes filtered through the crowd trying to find your green dress, your white-blonde hair but you were nowhere to be found.

You however were hurrying down the corridors now with a cloak over your shoulders and your sleeping son of one bundled up in your arms. Daemon cannot now of this new child. He will surely kill you when it is born and marry Rhaenyra now that he had his heir and his spare. Your handmaidens did not question you seeing the maddened look in your eyes and merely watched you bundle your son and leave with a sprint.

You were thankful to find that the Dragon keepers were also celebrating somewhere leaving the dragons to their own. Yours was a light blue one laying closest to the exist of the dragonpit. He was a newly hatched dragon when you were born that you bonded with during a visit with your father to dragonpit at your second nameday and your egg was forgotten since then.

Your dragon raised his head feeling your presence and the urgency in your steps. He kept his body low allowing your to climb and chain yourself and Vaenys tightly. With one word your dragon clambered out of the pit and took to the skies with ease. You felt a rush of relief fill your body. You had the urge to open your arms and feel the wind but you would never endanger your son.

Flying above both land and water it reminded you of the days you used to fly alongside Aegon and Helaena as children until Aemond claimed Vaghar and joined you three. How happy those times were, how happy you were. You would not trade Vaenys or your other child for the world but maybe you would trade the circumstances.

Your peace did not last long when you heard a second pair of wings beating against the wind behind you. You turned your head and looked over your shoulder to find the unmistakable red of Caraxes. You turned back around tightening your grip around your son.

Your dragon sensed the danger swerved down to land on a nearby island not wanting to risk you or your children. He has always been protective of your child and now he probably also sensed your pregnancy and wished not for harm to befall you. But this ruined your plan of traveling to the free cities and hiding your children there. Your dragon laid down on the sand watching as Caraxes landed not far away from the three of you. You feared what was to come, what Daemon's reaction would be. Speaking of Daemon he looked furious as he walked closer to you and Vaenys.

"Where do you think you're going? And you're taking our son too" Daemon hissed furiously. You took a step back and away from him but he followed you.

"I was merely flying around to clear my mind" You lied. Daemon laughed almost darkly. His eyes looked crazed and the way he flexed his fingers by his sides made you feel an unknown kind of fear bubble inside of you.

"Liar, you are a terrible liar" Daemon accused. He stepped closer until you were almost touching with only Vaenys in the pace between you two.

"You intended to take my son and run away" His hand shot up to grab a handful of your hair pulling your head closer to him. You whimpered in pain feeling some of your hair being ripped out.

"I heard you, you have no need of a dumb little girl like me" You cried. Tears welled up in your eyes again at the reminder of the words. Daemon closed his eyes as if he was trying to compose himself.

"Those were not my words" He reminded. You shifted the sleeping child to one arm and used the other to push his hand off your head.

"No because you think I am fun to indulge into" You yelled. Your child whined annoyed at being disturbed. You shushed him urging him to go back to sleep, rubbing up and down his back.

"Is that a bad thing?" Daemon smirked shrugging his shoulders. You wanted to punch him, hit him and show him how hurt you were.

"You do not love me, Daemon, you seek fun with me. You love Rhaenyra" You whimpered. You turned your back to him making your way back over to your dragon. He watched you with his huge eyes filled with worry for you.

"You stupid girl" Daemon was quick to catch up with you and moved to stand in front of you. You paused your walking and looked up at him.

"Just because I seek fun with you does not mean I do not love you" Daemon pointed out. One of his hands moved to grab your chin gently.

"You love her more and you will always choose her over us" You shook your head. You tried pulling away from Daemon but he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him with only Vaenys in between you two keeping just a breath of space.

"I would never, you three are now my whole entire world, you do not understand how much you all mean to me" Daemon leaned his forehead to rest on yours. Vaenys squirmed in your arms a little but did not complain.

"I heard-" You began but he cut you off with a kiss to the lips. You pulled away to look him in the eyes, trying to study him, see if he was lying.

"You heard lies so come back with me, sweet wife" He Moved to place a hand on Vaenys' head pocking out of the blanket a little. The boy let out a sigh of content snuggling deeper into your aching arms.

"Come home, our home" Daemon moved to pull your son out of your arms. You breathed out a sigh letting him take Vaenys from your arms. Daemon hugged the sleeping boy close to his chest placing several kisses to his head.

"You swear you do not love Rhaenyra" You spoke before he could walk over to Caraxes. Daemon turned around to face you again growing annoyed with you and your stubborn head.

"I love only you" He responded. You nodded your head still not entirely believing him but followed him nonetheless. You climbed atop your dragon and rode behind Daemon silently and back to the Red Keep.

You went to your chambers while Daemon went to return Vaenys to the comfort of his own bed in his room. You undid the cloak once you were in your room which was dimly lit. You undid your hair leaving it cascade down your back. Daemon walked in as you took off your jewelry, first the earrings followed by the necklace. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"Green is not your colour" He whispered in your ear. You shivered from the closeness of your bodies. His hands found home on your hips massaging the skin there slowly rising up to your waist before moving to rest atop your stomach.

"It does not suit my child" He placed a kiss below your ear. His hands pushed slightly in onto your stomach to indicate that he now knew of the child growing in your womb. Your eyes dropped from watching him through the reflection of the mirror to look down on the clutter laying atop the vanity table.

"It is my mother's house colours" You reminded him. Daemon did not respond too busy kissing up and down your neck. One of his hands rose up to your shoulder pushing down the fabric to reveal the skin below. His lips followed the path he drew with his fingers.

"Daemon" You did not know if you were warning him to stop or resume. Daemon pulled away to look at you in the mirror, violet eyes clashing with lavender eyes.

"You do not get to speak after what you did" Daemon hissed. His hands moved to your waist turning you around to face him.

"I should punish you for running away" He smirked almost evilly. Your heart dropped with fear but you felt excitement course along with your blood in your body.

"I could not bare hearing you almost confess your love for my sister and sit about" You pushed him back. Daemon did not even more an inch but his eyes showed his surprise that you found the courage to respond in his face.

"It seems I have let you free to much, wife" Daemon used both of his hands to rip the dress clean off of your body. You gasped in shock as the cold air hit your bare skin. Daemon was even more surprise to find you not wearing any other layer except a weird looking corset he easily removed.

"You will receive your punishment with pride and thank me for it" Daemon pulled you by your forearm to the nearest chair by the fireplace. He sat down and patted his lap.

"Daemon, no" You whimpered shaking your head, you regretted ever rebelling against him if he were to hurt you. Daemon ignored you, he surged forward wrapping his arm around your waist forcing you to lay down on his waist.

"Daemon, no, please" You tried pushing yourself up but he kept his hand on your back forcing you down. His other hand rubbed on the skin of your plump behind.

"Count or it will get worse" He warned. You felt your face warm up at the wetness that started to coat your lower lips. Daemon leaned closer to you grabbing at the flesh of your behind earning a small moan from your lips.

"Understood?"

"Yes, husband" You braced yourself on his leg awaiting the harsh slap. This was not the first time he had spanked you before but this still felt different than before.

"Good wife" You yelped when his hand came down on your behind. You cried a 'one' not wanting to anger him. Daemon placed his hand over the mark that will surely form there and rubbed it gently to sooth the pain away.

"I wonder how many more can you take" He voiced his thoughts noticing you beginning to squirm. His hand came back down on your behind harsher that earlier. The 'two' that you squeaked almost sound like a mouse screaming for it's life. Daemon chuckled darkly leaning down to place a kiss on top of the reddening flesh.

"It hurts" You complained wiggling your hips. Daemon watched as a small trickle of arousal ran down your thigh and your exposed cunt glistened in the candlelight.

"But you enjoy it" He teased. His hand trailed down running over your soaked slit. He breathy moan escaped your lips and your hips squirmed harder wanting even more friction. Your whole body was on fire with excitement and fear at the same time.

"Daemon please" You whimpered, burying your face in his thigh. Daemon delivered another slap to your bottom earning a quite scream from you. You still did not dare stop counting and whispered a 'three' between sobs. This pain was so pleasurable you needed and wanted more. Daemon could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing with the third spank so he delivered another one.

"Fuck, Daemon, four" You wiggled your hips desperately. You felt like you were going to cum any second now. You hated how easily your body submitted to him, how much control he had over you.

"Good girl, one more but do not dare cum" He placed a kiss between your shoulder blades, hand soothing over the sore skin, you relaxed in his hold at his affectionate touches that when he slapped you one last time it came a shock to you.

"Shit, five" You wiggled trying to get out of his hold. Daemon guided you to your knees in front of him. He shifted in his seat proudly showing off the bulge in his pants that grew tighter and tighter by the minute.

"My naive wife, running away like a coward" Daemon grabbed your chin and pulled you head up so you would look him in the eyes. His heart picked up speed at the sight of your teary eyes.

"Daemon I need release" You begged. Daemon noticed the way you were squirming in your place and realised you were rubbing your aching cunt against your legs under you from where you kneeled.

"Naughty wives do not get to cum" His hand wrapped around you bicep pulling you up to stand in front of him. He also stood up from the chair and moved you to sit on it instead.

"What are you going to do?" Your wide eyes watched as he unbuttoned his tonic and took it off. Your body trembled with excitement with the more clothes he shed. Your hands moved on their own accord as they raised to touch his bare skin when there was no more clothes left on his body. Your fingers run up his thigh to his hipbone.

"Like what you see, wife?" Daemon questioned snapping you back to reality. You withdrew your hand from touching him and looked up at him with wanting eyes. He slowly came down in front of you until he was on his knees. His hands laid on your thighs rubbing affectionate circles there.

"Did you truly think I would chose Rhaenyra over you?" He asked, a flash of anger passed by his eyes. Your own eyes trailed down look at his hands atop your flesh feeling tears build up in them. One of his hands raised to force your head up so you would look up at him.

"Answer me" He demanded. His hands trailed down to your knees pushing them apart as much as possible. Your hips wiggled unconsciously reaching for the edge.

"You love her more" You whispered. He pulled at your hips so your were as far away from sitting but more like laying down on the chair. The movement hurt your behind but you did not dare complain. He leaned closer to your mount but instead turned his head to your thigh instead leaving a trail of kisses on it.

"I love you most" He replied. His tongue licked a trail up your thigh to the side of your cunt. You gasped when he blew a little on the soaked skin. One of your hands snapped to grab at his hair pushing him closer to your pussy.

"Please, Daemon" You begged thrusting your hips up in the air seeking friction. Daemon showed you mercy wrapping his lips around your swollen clit giving it a gentle suck. His hands trailed down to your calfs giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Ooh yes" You moaned. His tongue toyed with your clit before he buried his face deeper into you and let his tongue slid inside of your clenching hole. Your breath was stolen from your legs as he shook his head from side to side letting out vulgar sounds, devouring you as if you were his last meal.

"Daemon" Your voice was so weak you did not know if he heard you. Your stomach was tightening wanting release. Your fingers dug into his head attempting to push him closer which was impossible.

"Do not cum" He ordered from below, his voice was muffled by your cunt but you understood him perfectly. The vibrations his voice sent through your pussy did not help your situation.

"I can't" Now you were trying to wiggle away so you would not have to disobey his ordered. Your hand tried pushing him away but he was quick to grab your wrist and move it away from his head and trap it on the armrest of the chair with his serving as a lock around it.

"I'm going to cum" You cried thrashing around even harder. Daemon used his other hand to push your hips down and steady the rocking chair so you would not tip it over. His tongue resumed to torture your clit and hole that was crying for release.

"Please, I'm gonna cum" Now you were begging to cum, you did not care of you disobeyed. The second you made up your mind to defy him and cum he pulled away with your wetness coating his lips and chin. You cried at the loss legs curling to close protectively in front of your weeping cunt. Your free hand slapped over your lips to muffle the cries. Tears leaked out of your eyes, despair filling your body.

"Naughty wives do not get to cum" Daemon repeated his words from earlier. He stood on his feet with his chest puffed out proudly. He picked you up from the chair as if you weight nothing and moved over to your bed laying you down gently, you were still pregnant with his child.

"Please Daemon, I need to cum" You begged clinging to him. He shushed you holding you close to his chest. You let him run his hand down your spine and over your bruised behind and over your thigh pulling it up to wrap around his waist while you both laid on your sides facing each other.

"You will get to cum on one condition" He promised against your hair. You gulped fearing whatever he wished of you. Your mind went blank when you felt his tip rubbing up and down your slit gathering your arousal but did not push inside, it remained as the weapon Daemon used to tease you, mould you to his will.

"What is it?" You whimpered hugging him closer to your body wanting, no needing an anchor to remain sane. You never really fared well with teasing.

"Swear you will never run away again" He leaned his head down to place a kiss on your cheek. His lips moved to your eyelashes then down to your nose. He avoided your lips on purpose awaiting to hear you swear yourself and your children to him forever.

"Promise me your husband, stay by my side and I will do as you want, as you wish" He bit at a piece of skin below your ear. He slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside but no more. You squirmed with a whine needing more than just his mushroomed tip inside of you.

"I- I need you to promise me something in return" You whispered in his ear. Daemon smirked loving this new side of you, the side that negotiated with him.

"What is it, dear wife" He pulled the tip of his cock out of you teasing your clit with it instead. Your hips squirmed with neediness, missing this tiny piece of friction it got from his tip inside of your tight walls.

"Never support Rhaenyra, never even talk with her" You pulled back from his ear to look at him. His eyes darkened and his jaw tensed a little. This time he shoved his cock inside of you fully almost as punishment. Your lips parted into an O shape with a silent scream of pain and shock. He watched your chest freeze unable to take air in for a hot minute.

"Why would I do that?" He smirked rocking his hips back and forth. His hand on your thigh, that was thrown over his hip, tightened to compose himself. You wrapped around his cock so good, if the seven hells felt anything like your cunt then he'd happily remain there.

"Because you love me, oh- or were you oh- lying to me?" You finally composed yourself. Moans slipped passed your lips with each movement of his cock. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders drawing blood be he did not care at all.

"Do not ever question my love for you" His his snapped roughly against yours. You cried out breaking eye contact to throw your head back against the pillows in ecstasy. His cock felt amazing inside of you as it always did.

"Then p-promise me that" You panted. Your hands moved to pull him on top of you instead. Daemon happily complied moving to pull your other leg up to wrap around his waist. His hips were snapping furiously against yours now. Sweat was build up above brow and his hair fell over his shoulders. Your fingers entangled into the hair that matched your own in colour.

"I fucking promise" He growled pushing himself up to look you in the eyes, giving you no room to doubt him.

"I swear to love and fuck only you and your cunt" His eyes trailed down watching how his cock slipped in and out of you. The way your arousal coated his cock letting it slid in and out easily and with no discomfort for either of you and how your walls swallowed him in clenching around him seeking both your and his peek.

"Your turn" He reminded. You surprised him when you pushed him back with both your hands and legs. He laid for a second beside you his mind not registering what has happened. By the time he focused again you were sinking down on his length hips already rolling back and forth, side to side and up and down, taking him from all angels.

"I swear to be only yours" You leaned down to press your lips against his, this started out as a punishment but now you had him under you, at your mercy. Your hips jolted with each movement needing to find release. Daemon held your hips trying to assist you from below by snapping his hips up to meet your thrusts.

"I'm going to cum" You warned. Daemon moaned feeling your walls clamp down on him. He did not even dare tell you not to when he saw the fierce look in your eyes and instead moved his gaze to your bouncing tits. He took one of them in his mouth sucking on it to hide his own sounds. Your hand moved to play with your other nipple tweaking it between your thumb and forefinger imagining it producing milk soon for your unborn child which proved to be your undoing making your release crash down on you.

"Fuck! Daemon" Your cried, hips now moving on their own accord to ride out your orgasm. Daemon used this moment of unawareness to flip you back around.

"Yes darling?" he smirked down at you. His hips jackhammered inside of you with no mercy. Your eyes opened to look at him, you looked like you were under a spell. His eyes trailed down to your mouth, lips open letting moans and whines of pleasure slip through. Your cheeks were flushed red along with your ears. The only sound other than your sounds of pleasure and his groans was the sound of skin slapping and the wetness of your cunt.

His eyes trailed to your breasts, moving with the rhythm of his thrusts inside of you, remembering the green dress that covered only a small portion of them at the beginning of the evening making his blood boil with anger. You were a Targaryen by both birth and marriage.

"You shall wear red and black from now on" He informed, not asked, not ordered or demanded but informed. You shook your head from side to side. Your insides were twitching with a second orgasm approaching you.

"You shall wear green" You shot back. Daemon's hand that was not holding his weight up from crushing you, snapped to wrap around you throat threateningly. You sobbed from the intensity of the pleasure, you never thought threatening your life would be so pleasurable.

"Red and black" He hissed. His stomaching tightened with pleasure, he was so close. He knew you were already pregnant but he shall fuck you full of another child even when you were so full, yes it did not work this way but he will make it work, he will make it work because he was a god, he rode two dragons, Caraxes and you.

"Green" You cried out head falling back as your climax washed over you, your legs shook furiously and you lost all feeling in your toes. Daemon ignored the wetness that coated his length and thighs, this was not the first time he managed to make you squirt. Your hand snapped up to wrap around his neck with the same threat of choking him to death. That was his undoing, he came with a loud groan, he has never came so hard before in his life but his hips did not relent and kept rutting inside of you.

"Filling me up so well my husband" You rolled your hips up teasingly as his thrusts stopped. Daemon whimpered at the friction and scrambled to pull out his cock.

"You little whore" He moved to lay beside you facing you. He placed a hand over your belly feeling it's flatness that will soon go away. He smirked evilly knowing that you grew more sensitive while pregnant and especially now that he drew two orgasms from you. His hand crawled down to grab at your mound.

"Daemon" You mewled legs snapping close to stop his movement. He did not listen and shoved two fingers inside of your cunt. He grinded his palm against your overstimulated clit.

"Gotta make sure my cum stays inside" He whispered in your ear. Your body gave in to his request and your legs fell open giving him the space to move his hand. He moved the two fingers inside of you gently at first before picking up pace into a punishing pace. The sounds your wetness created filled the room and usually you would be embarrassed but the pleasure of his fingers inside of you and his palm rubbing your clit was too overwhelming.

Your judgment was clouded but you refused to show it. Your hips rose to grind against his hand desperate for release, a release you know will be a little painful and you would grow to regret the next morrow but now you gave no fucks.

"Fuck me" You cried holding on to his arm for support. Daemon leaned down to capture your bouncing teats with his mouth. He bit down on the flesh before soothing it out with his tongue. The climax that washed over you was surprising to you as well from how fast it came, you did not even have time to warn Daemon.

"Good girl" He praised pulling his fingers out of your cunt. He held them close to your lips and you opened them willingly and let him shove his finger in, you let him shove them in so much you felt them in your throat gagging. You closed your lips around his digits and sucked as if they were his cock. He pulled them out slowly letting you clean them. Your tongue swirled gathering whatever you could find loving the taste of your own release.

"Very good girl, keep your mouth open" He leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. You nibbled on his fingers before opening your mouth. He pulled away to glare at you but you only looked at him innocently sticking your tongue out wiggling it from side to side. Daemon gathered whatever saliva he had in his mouth and spat it inside of your mouth, some of it even going back to your throat.

"Swallow, wife" he demanded. You pulled your tongue back inside and swallowed before sticking your tongue out to him to show him that it was all gone.

"Good now do the same down here" He took your hand and moved it to his cock that was hard again. The sight of you cumming on his fingers ignited the fire of arousal inside of him again. You shimmed down on the bed until you were between his parted legs. He watched you as you pushed his hand away and took control over the action.

Your smaller hands wrapped around his shaft pulling the skin up and pushing it back down. You stuck you tongue out and leaned down to tease his slit like he did your clit on the chair what felt like hours ago and maybe it was hours ago, you did not know you had not kept track of time, not when his tongue was inside of you, or his fingers or his cock.

"Do not tease" He groaned. His hand moved to pull your hair away from your face and held it behind your head, he did not take control of the movement of your head, instead he merely watched you as you finally took all of him inside of your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down making sure to swallow whenever he was deep enough inside of your mouth. Small whimpered escaped his mouth, his hips pushing up for more. Your hands moved down to place with his balls. Your eyes watched his face scrunch up with pleasure trying his best to maintain eye contact with you.

"Fuck" His thighs tensed on either side of your head, legs shaking with each suck you gave. One of your hands trailed down prodding at his own hole and ignored his whine pushing a finger inside. Daemon thrusted his hips up pushing his cock as far as possible inside of your mouth at the new friction making your nose bury in the little hair he had above his cock.

You gagged and used your other hand to push his hips down on the mattress again. You pulled away from him with a pop. He whined as your left his cock standing proud and needy leaking precum and his tip red. When you were sure he was going to keep his hips in place you wrapped your fingers around his cock pumping it up and down.

"Good husbands do not attempt to suffocate their wives" You teased. Daemon now used the hand behind your head to push your head down so you would take him in your mouth again. You giggled wrapping your lips around him again and sucked.

"Fuck, cumming" He warned holding your head down. You held your breath already expecting his white seed that shot down your throat. You swallowed it with him still inside of you making him cry at the tightness of your throat and push your head away.

"Naughty wife" He opened his arms. You crawled into them cuddling by his side. The both of you went to sleep covered in cum, sweat and filled with love for one another and had stupid satisfied smiles on your faces.

The next morning you woke up peacefully with Daemon sitting beside you playing with your hair. You had half a mind to fall back to sleep but could not leave Vaenys alone for too long. You turned to lay on your back stretching you arms out feeling numb and sore all over your body, a good kind of soreness.

"Morning, my love" Daemon greeted. There was a weird grin on his face but you just assumed you were imagining things.

"Morning" You sat up with the sheets wrapped around your body. There was a bath awaiting you in the corner and a breakfast on the table.

"I asked them to prepare your bath and breakfast here, I did not know when you will wake" Daemon watched as you got up with the sheets wrapped around your body still. You walked over to the bath dropping your sheet to get in. You sighed content with the warmth leaning back almost as if this was your throne.

"Thank you, dear husband, this gesture is very much appreciated" You smiled warmly at him. Daemon also got up and walked over to you.

"I have some business to attend to, I will be back soon" He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I will await your arrival impatiently" You flirted. He smirked and moved to leave the room, closing the door with a click. You took a deep breath and dunk down in the scented water letting it wash away the sticky sweat and cum. You scrubbed your skin clean and washed your hair thoroughly. Then you lathered your skin with oils and dressed in a blue dress, neither red and black or green.

You hated that you had to break your fast alone but enjoyed the delicious food, everything you liked was on the table. From honey to chocolates and creams. When you were done you decided to go see your son now that you were clean and full. With a sweet hum you walked over to the doors attempting to pull them open only to find them locked. You tried again thinking maybe the door was stuck but to no avail.

"Ser Lormer!" You called your sworn sword. You feared Daemon had done something to him.

"Yes my princess" You sighed in relief at his reply. However the quiver in his voice made you sure something has happened.

"Are you alright?" You asked leaning closer to the door so you would not have to yell.

"Y-yes my princess" He stuttered. Now you were more than sure Daemon had hurt him somehow.

"Do no lie" You growled. Your fingers curled into your palms creating fists out of your hands.

"Prince Daemon cut my finger off Princess as punishment but it is alright I have nine others" Ser Lormer, always the worried sworn sword, never wanting to you to feel any pain even if it was not physical.

"I am so sorry" You felt tears build up in your eyes. Guilt was eating you from the inside out, you were the reason someone was in pain.

"It is alright princess, I am alright" Ser Lormer tried to comfort you. You took a deep breath pushing back the tears.

"Did prince Daemon lock the doors?" You questioned. It did not need a genius to know that but still you needed confirming. Was your sweet Daemon from yesterday just a character your husband played in front of your eyes?

"Yes princess, he said it was for your own safety" Ser Lormer answered. You moved away from the door with a small 'thank you'. You were terrified for yourself and your son. Why won't Daemon let you see him? Why did he not lock you two together? Did he mean to kill you? No, he couldn't or could he?

The sky darkened and you were going out of your mind. Daemon did not even send food for you to eat leaving you famished, worried sick and on the verge of madness. When you finally let your mind wander off to the idea of jumping out of the window to get somewhere other than the room did the door to your chambers open and Daemon strutted in with a tray of food in his hands.

"Oh dear wife forgive me, I was busy and forgot to feed you" Daemon said apologetically. You pushed yourself to stand up from the chair, wincing when you felt just how numb your backside had become from sitting on it for so long and it was already sire from the night before.

"What is going on? Why am I locked here? Why can't I see Vaenys?" You threw one question after the other at him. He moved to place the tray on the table beside the old food from breakfast.

"Some very unpleasant things. For your safety. And whoever said you cannot see our son?" Daemon walked over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders when he was close enough.

"What happened?" You stood your ground with your question. You fisted his tunic to keep him close to you.

"Otto Hightower has passed" Daemon said plainly. Your knees turned into lead and your body leaned onto his. He held you close letting you slid back down on your chair.

"My grandfather?" You whispered. Your stomach dropped when the news registered in your brain. A hand snapped to your mouth in shock. Your eyes locked with Daemons just as a tear rolled down your cheek. He crouched down in front of you and raised his hand to catch the tear.

"It was peaceful in his sleep" Daemon tried assuring you. Of course that was a lie, he had poisoned him but you needn't know that. You were too innocent for this.

"Oh my poor mother must be divested" You whimpered. You leaned down to rest your forehead on his shoulder. He rubbed up and down your back trying to comfort you.

"Everything will be alright my sweet wife" Daemon whispered. Now Daemon had a new plan, first to show his alliance to the greens, for his pretty and innocent wife's sake and make sure Rhaenyra is out of the way, he cannot have his love running away again or doubting him or his love. He will punish Rhaenyra for choosing a room close to your route and for leaving the door open. He will make sure to rain hell upon her for what she did. At least now he had his lovely wife wrapped in his arms accepting him with no second thought. He will do anything and everything for her.

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Kinktober #31

a/n: we did it! we made it through kinktober. thanks to everyone who has read & reblogged my work, I am giving all of you a caramel apple and a kiss on the forehead 😘❤️ this prompt was partly fleshed out by @double-hoe-seven who is wonderful💕

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31) Free Choice - Breeding Kink

For a while now, Tangerine has been having… thoughts about you.

Well, to be fair, he has lots of thoughts about you. Thinking about pilfering something for you on a mission to bring back, show that you were on his mind. Lying in bed when he misses you and wondering how he got so lucky to have someone as wonderful as you in his life. Pondering what you might be up to at home, while he’s away doing dirty jobs for a big payday.

And, of course, the… other thoughts.

The ones where you’re spread out on your back, like a fucking waiting feast for him to indulge in. His name falling from your lips like a prayer. When he watches his spend drip out of your cunt and it turns him on so much he gets hard again.

He likes coming inside of you. But lately he’s been thinking more about it.

Tangerine, put simply, wants to fuck a baby into you.

The two of you have batted around the idea of him retiring for a little while now. After the incident in Tokyo, Tangerine has realised just how precious life can be, and he wants to spend more of it with you, and not gallivanting about across the world. And one of the things that discussion has led to is the idea of having a baby.

And Tangerine really, really wants to do the baby-making part. He wants to watch you swell with what he’s done to you, grow over the course of nine months. He wants to be able to take part in the making of a new life.

So you decided to get some… attempts in.

And good Lord, the two of you have been at it like rabbits.

“You want me to fill you up, gorgeous? Hmm?”

You’re laying on your back, hips propped up by a couple of thick pillows to keep every load he releases inside of you. The bedroom has become an altar where he worships your body with his, keeping you strung out on a cloud of pleasure. Slowly he drags his cock out of you and slams it home, eking a raspy cry of joy from your lips.

Over the course of the day he’s come in you three times; he’s going for a fourth. As he fucks you he can see the sight of his previous releases covering his cock, mixed in with your own slick. He can imagine it coating your pussy, overflowing from the lips of your cunt, finding a way to take inside.

He’ll keep pumping you full until he’s certain you’re expecting.

“Tan…” your hand reaches blindly for his. He’s lost count of how many times he’s made you orgasm during these proceedings. Well, it’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it too, is it? He threads his fingers with yours and holds onto them tight, making sure even through the foggy cloud of euphoria around your brain you know that he’s here.

“Yes, love?”

You look up at him with wide, adoring doe-eyes, almost brimming with tears because you’re so overstimulated.

“Put a baby in me.”

Well, fuck, when you ask so nicely, he can’t deny you, can he?

Tangerine picks up the pace, using his free hand to come around and start toying with your clit. You cry out and buck up into his hips.

“Oh, God, Tan, it’s… it’s…”

He knows the words ‘too much’ are brimming on your lips.

“You can take it,” he says, gruffly, and you mewl in response. Tangerine stretches out over you, allowing you to admire the lean, long line of his muscles, the way his abdomen moves as he fucks into you, and presses his mouth against yours for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips. He enjoys warming you up with his mouth each time before he goes, tasting a little of his own spend as he does to remind himself that he’s marked his territory in your cunt.

His lips slide against yours erratically, sloppily. His facial hair is wet from the amount of times you’ve come on it.

“You’re such a good girl, hm? Perfect little pussy taking what I give you,” he speaks against your mouth which is agape with ecstasy, “You going to have a baby, darling? Our baby?”

A couple more rough thrusts and the combined feeling of his hand and pelvis pressing up against your clit is enough to make you come once more. You practically shriek with the effort of it, as he wrenches one more orgasm out of your spent body. As he feels you contract around him Tangerine looks down, watching the way you squirt out of your pretty cunt and totally drench his cock. Once, twice, and he’s done - covering your pulsating walls with his come once again.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. Sweat drips from Tangerine’s body onto yours, yet another filthy sight of what you’ve been doing. Quickly he makes sure the pillows are properly propping up your hips so when he moves, nothing will be lost.

You hiss as Tangerine pulls out. His dick is coated in both his own release and yours. A couple of drops roll down your fucked-out, puffy cunt, but he gathers them with his fingers and gently presses them back inside. You cry out at the feeling of being full again, but he quietly shushes you.

“You’re alright, love. You can take it.”

You sigh, content, and carefully Tangerine takes his hand away. You’re stuffed full, pussy glistening from the effort of today.

“I’ll get you some water,” Tangerine says, reaching over to press a loving kiss to your forehead, stroke your hair a little. You hum in contentment; you’re too blissed out to form words. He doesn’t like to leave you long so the trip to the kitchen is a quick one, just to grab some bottles from the fridge - and, as an added thought, a bag of crisps in case you’re hungry.

Your breathing has calmed from the exerted pants you were only capable of earlier when he comes back. You have a hand cradling your abdomen as if you’re already caring for a child you might have in you. When you notice Tangerine has returned, you gratefully take the water he offers you, gulping down a third of the bottle in one.

“You alright?”

You nod. Some of your hair has stuck to your forehead, and Tangerine thinks you look like a fucking angel.

“I’m alright.” A beat. “Give me a few and we can go again.”

Fuck, he loves you. He loves that you want this as much as he does, and you’re willing to ride the waves of it with him to see it through. He tells you as much, nuzzling his face into the warm soft skin of your neck. You chuckle and card your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too, Tan.”

#Tangerine x reader #avo’s kt

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The Queen’s Secret

Summary: No one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely. What secret does she have?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Namjoon reader, Namjoon x Jungkook, Namjoon x Jungkook x reader (phew)

WC: 9.4k (PHEW!)

Genre: Royalty au, arranged marriage au, fantasy au

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!

Warning: where do i start..... virgin reader, handjob, oral (m & f receiving and giving), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!), some mmf threesome action, a bit of breeding, Namjoon likes to watch.

A/N: This fic was inspired by the fairytale story The Princess and the Frog, and will be the first installment in my Bangtan Fairytale series. Thank you to peachii, NeoneunnaJimin and Andrea_btsarmy47 for being my cheerleaders and betas!

The Queen has a secret.

The words keep reverberating through the palace, and Lord Yoongi cannot stand it anymore. Of course the Queen has secrets. The King has many more. Granted, no one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely; however, one only needs to check the history books to see that sometimes - not always - arranged marriages do work.

As the Queen’s Secretary, it is Yoongi’s responsibility to know every single schedule Her Grace has. However, he wishes some of the schedules could be kept secretive, for example the times the King wishes to visit her quarters. Unfortunately, it also falls as his duty to pass on such wishes to you.

“It would save us a lot of time and energy if they sleep in the same room,” Yoongi complained.

Seokjin, the King’s Secretary, simply shrugged. “Just telling you what the King wants.”

“It’s absolutely unnecessary for me to know whenever Namjoon is horny.” Yoongi continued his grumbling as he started making his way to the East Wing.

A few sets of grand stairs later, Yoongi knocks on the door to the Queen’s private chambers. He hears shuffling, then a young woman opens the door slightly. Yoongi wastes no time.

“Inform Her Grace that the King will visit tonight.”

The woman’s eyes widen. “Again?” she peeps.

Yoongi does not repeat himself. He simply turns around and walks to where he comes from. He hears the door slam shut, and he imagines the flurry of activities that are happening behind closed doors to prepare for the King’s arrival. The ‘again’ comment sticks in his mind; it is only a matter of time the servants quarters will be abuzz and for the whispers to travel out of palace grounds by morning. Yoongi supposes it is not all that bad that the royal couple are madly in love (or lust, as Yoongi is more inclined to believe) with each other, but his deep sense of loyalty prefers the King, and the Queen, whom he has grown very fond of, not be discussed in anything so salacious. Perhaps he needs to persuade Seokjin to seduce another lady in the royal court to take the heat off for a few days.

Five months ago

Your twentieth birthday was spent in a carriage with two friends who had been carefully chosen to accompany you on your journey to the capital, and for the new life that lay ahead of you. The convoy the King had sent to pick up his new bride was small yet fortified, led by his very own Captain of the Royal Guards.

Captain Jung had a very intimidating look, even when he periodically asked if you were all right or if you or your ladies needed anything to make the journey more comfortable. You thanked him for his concern while your two friends continued to swoon over him.

“If men in the capital are as handsome as Captain Jung, you both will be in trouble,” you teased.

Iseul sighed. “I bet he already has ladies waiting in line for him.”

“You’ve met the King’s court. Are they all handsome like our Captain there?” Nari whispered, curious.

You hummed. “I’ve only met Lord Seokjin and Lord Yoongi before. And they both are very easy on the eyes.”

Your two friends tittered. You smiled at them as you gently petted the rabbit in your lap.

“I can’t believe you accepted the rabbit from the witch.” Nari pouted at the animal.

“She’s a healer,” you disagreed. “Only silly children call her a witch. And you’re a cute little bunny, aren’t you? You’ll keep me company in the big, scary city?” You rubbed your nose against the rabbit’s, and giggled when its whiskers tickled you.

An old woman, widely known in your area as a gifted healer, had stopped you earlier to give you a basket of gifts - bulbs of wild flowers and herbs she claimed could only be found in the forest by your father’s land, and a rabbit, whose fur was white as snow except for the streaks of black across its body. She had wished you a happy life as she pressed the basket to your hands, and you were touched by her gesture. Immediately taking a liking to the small animal, you held it in your lap throughout the day-long journey to the King’s palace.

On arrival, you and your small party were welcomed by the King’s Secretary, the very handsome Lord Seokjin. He apologised for the King’s absence, citing a hunting party that went a little over schedule. You smiled in understanding, and let him escort you through the stately building that would be your home.

“This is the East Wing,” he explained. “Everything here is yours, my Lady. All of your household staff will be staying in this wing. You have your own kitchen, and the King has made sure that the cooks know how to make dishes from your home. There is a library and also a small private garden, perfect for those flowers and plants.”

Seokjin gestured at the basket in Iseul’s hands. She immediately straightened her back. You hid a smile at the immediate blush that appeared on her cheeks.,

“You must be tired,” he turned back to you. “The King would be back by supper time tomorrow, and he would welcome you to join him.”

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you,” you replied in a small voice.

Lord Seokjin left you and your ladies, and you soon got ready for bed, exhausted from the journey. As you lay in bed that night in the unfamiliar room with the even more foreign shadows outside your windows, you tossed and turned. It was exactly 30 days to your wedding to the King.

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The first few days passed in a blink of an eye. You were introduced to your household staff, to the Court, to the foreign dignitaries, and more people that you could remember. The King was kind and patient, quick to jump in whenever your shyness took over, but he was only with you when his schedule allowed, which was not very often at all. And when the King was otherwise occupied, Lord Yoongi, who had been appointed as your Private Secretary, stayed by your side, always ready to assist you in navigating this new chapter in your life. You were pleased to have him; you liked his quiet demeanour and no-nonsense attitude.

Your nights however, were torturous. You had made the mistake of listening in on the maids gossiping (when you were as quiet as a mouse, you heard the whispers all the more clearly) that the King was spending as much time as possible with his lovers before his impending nuptial.

“Who cares if you could please him? All you have to do is bear him an heir. Or two,” Nari said when you confided in her.

“All kings have lovers, you know that,” Iseul tried to comfort you.

“I know, I’m not that naive. I just… I just don’t want to be so boring that he’d lose interest in me completely!” You cuddled your rabbit closer. You were well aware of the true nature of royal marriages, and yet, you did not want to be reduced as a mere vessel.

Your two friends looked at each other. “You’re asking the wrong people, we’re as clueless as you are,” Iseul admitted.

Nari scoffed. “Said someone who has been flirting with a Lord!”

“I have not! Lord Seokjin smiles at everyone. It’s not my fault if his smile is sweeter for me.”

Nari swatted Iseul, and the two quickly fell into a playful bickering. You caressed your pet rabbit as it nibbled a cookie. It amused you how the animal had such a sweet tooth, preferring your sweet snacks to carrots.

“What am I going to do, Cookie? How can I please the King?” The rabbit merely twitched its nose in response. You laughed and brought it close to your chest, cuddling it.

You slept uneasily that night, and had an even more restless dream. You knew it was a dream, it had to be, for it was impossible for a man to appear out of darkness and sit by your bed. And that you were not even scared of his presence, in fact, you were curious.

“Who are you?” You sat up and watched him carefully.

The man tilted his head as if trying to recall a memory. “Jungkook,” he replied after a pause. “Yes, I’m sure my name is Jungkook.”

“Where did you come from? How are you in my chamber?”

Jungkook looked around the room, then pointed at the large cushion by your settee. “I was there earlier…” he drifted off, staring blankly.

“There? But that’s where Cookie sleeps.”

Jungkook blinked. “Yes, I was Cookie.”

What a very strange dream.

“Well, obviously you are NOT a rabbit, so I ask again, where did you come from?”

The man remained quiet, but his face scrunched up, struggling to answer. You continued to watch him, and to your embarrassment, you were even more curious the longer you looked at the man. You had never seen a naked man before, and Jungkook was absolutely naked, so naked that your eyes wandered down past his collarbone, to his chiseled chest and muscular stomach. And the… the THING between his legs! Your cheeks burned. You knew enough of the male anatomy of what that THING could do, and your mind immediately went to your earlier worry. You would have a similar… THING… shoved into you on your wedding night.

You swallowed and pushed your eyes back up. Jungkook had a very handsome face that was framed by short black hair. You felt very self conscious and flabbergasted at how good looking he was. Why was everyone in the capital so gorgeous? Then you caught a sight of his right arm, covered in black inks from the wrist all the way up to his shoulder.

“Those marks,” you pointed at his limb. “How did you get them?”

“I… I don’t know.”

You swallowed. “They look like the pattern on Cookie’s fur.”

He blinked again and moved closer to you. “I am Cookie,” he spoke as if begging you to believe him. “I heard you talking to your ladies earlier.”

You blushed heavily and clutched your thin nightdress. You noticed his breathing had quickened, just as yours. You sputtered, “That was a private convers-”

“I can help.” He cut you off.

“Help? Help with what?”

He scrunched his face again,seemingly to be in pain. “Teach you. To please the King.” He breathed out every word. “Please, I need a touch. To touch.”

He kneeled suddenly on the bed, in front of you. His thing- erection- was so close to you, and so big and so hard. You covered your mouth as your body burnt, and you pressed your legs tightly.

“Please, may I?” Jungkook held his hand out, his face was still in agony.

You gingerly placed your hand in his, and he whispered a thank you. Then to your astonishment, he brought it to his cock, guiding your dainty fingers to wrap around it. Your mouth dried up as you felt the velvety skin, the vein protruding against your palm. A shaky moan escaped you as he covered your hand with his, and steered it to move up and down his shaft.

You wanted to faint at the impropriety of the act, but he had such a tight grip on you, and the look of pain on his face was soon replaced with one of pleasure. You were mesmerised by his expression, despite your earlier shock. He hissed through his teeth, and the sound only added to the pressure you were feeling between your legs. You pressed them tighter, almost crying at the unfamiliar primal sensation.

“Oh, my Lady, keep doing that,” he opened his eyes to meet yours, the corners of his lips rising to a smile. “It feels so good.”

“It does?” you whimpered. He nodded.

“Grip it tighter around the base,” he directed. “Yes, just like that… ah! Yes!”

You found yourself sitting straighter in your bed, your curiosity piqued. You followed his guidance, and the sounds coming out of his mouth made you stroke him with more confidence. You were amazed, unable to believe the way the beautiful man was coming undone with your hand alone.

Jungkook released your wrist, allowing you to continue on your own. “Keep going, my Lady, your hand feels so good.” He closed his eyes, sighing in pleasure. You adjusted your position, and in the process tugged him slightly which made him wince.

“I’m sorry!” You nearly pulled your hand back, but he held it back in place.

“It’s all right, don’t stop. Do it again, and like this.” He took your thumb to rub it against his tip. You gulped at the liquid leaking from it, but to your astonishment it actually made the process of stroking him more smoothly.

“Harder, you can squeeze a little, fuck,” he panted. “Just like that. Faster, my Lady, please.”

You felt the urgency and you quickly obeyed, gripping him harder and picking up your pace as he requested. Your free hand rested on his thigh, supporting yourself as you jerked him faster. You were spellbound with the spasms taking over his body, the flexing of his muscles and the thickness of his neck as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

You felt the shaft in your hand pulsating, and you screamed in a combination of fear, confusion and awe as thick white liquid spurted out. Jungkook covered your hand again, and encouraged you to keep going. And so you did, you kept pumping him until the liquid stopped oozing out and he released a long exhale. Only then you pulled your hand back, hypnotised by the white sticky liquid covering it.

“You can taste it if you want.”

You could not be any more scandalised. “Taste it?”

Jungkook nodded. You cautiously brought your hand closer to your mouth, then you stuck your tongue out slightly to lick your finger. The taste startled you. It was not as disgusting as you initially thought. It was bitter and salty, with a hint of muskiness that was very… manly. You licked a bit more, and realised that you could very well get used to it.

You were startled when Jungkook reappeared in your vision, somehow having procured a fresh linen. He used it to wipe your fingers one by one.

“Thank you, my Lady.” He kissed your hand once he had cleaned it thoroughly. He did not let it go however, and you made no move to pull it back. You stared at how small your hand looked in his.

“Jungkook, will… will the King like what I did to you?”

He squeezed your hand lightly. “Of course, my Lady. No man can resist that. Nor you.”

You blushed again, feeling some sort of pride in his answer. The discomfort between your legs remained, however. You adjusted your sitting position, still pressing your thighs together.

“You should get some pleasure too, my Lady.”

You lifted your eyes to meet Jungkook’s, and watched how his drifted down to your breasts, then further south to the lower part of your body that was still covered by the blanket. You stuttered and found yourself unable to speak under his scrutiny.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

You shook your head fiercely. Then the words escaped before you could stop them. “Will you teach me?”

“I will,” he smiled, gently pushing your body back. You rested your head on your pillows, forcing your breathing to settle. “Just relax. Close your eyes if that helps.”

You did as he said. You closed your eyes. But when you opened them again, the sun was shining through your window and your ladies in waiting were knocking outside, asking for permission to come in. Panicked, you looked around your room for Jungkook. But there was no sign of him, not even of the linen he used to clean your soiled hand. Instead, your pet rabbit, Cookie, slept soundly on the pillow next to yours.

~~~

The next few days, and nights, you did not cuddle Cookie at all. You were convinced what happened was a dream, but still, you were ashamed to the bone for having succumbed to such indecency, even in your subconscious. The rabbit hopped around as usual in your room, but it seemed to stare at you more than normal.

You stopped all talk about coupling in your room. You just could not deal with the implications should Cookie overhear again. Until, two weeks before your wedding day, nerves and fear enveloped you at night, sending you whimpering into your pillow. You felt movement next to your head, and you opened your eyes to find Cookie right next to you. Smiling wistfully at the rabbit, you pulled it closer to you to rub your nose on its head, taking comfort in its soft fur.

Jungkook appeared in your dream that night, naked again, just like how he was when you first saw him. He was lying down next to you, his big brown eyes observing you.

“I can feel your nervousness,” he whispered.

You swallowed. “I’ll be married to the King in a fortnight. I’m scared.”

He reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. “What are you scared of?”

“I was told it would be painful. And… what if he doesn’t like me?”

“My Lady, he would be a fool not to like you.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Since you took me in your care, you have been very kind and caring.”

You blushed under his touch. “Have you… ever done it?”

“It?” He scrunched his eyebrow. “I… I think so? I still can’t recall much of my human memory.”

You shuffled closer to him, curious. “You remember your name,” you prodded. “Is there nothing else you remember?”

Jungkook stayed silent for a moment, his hand moved down from your hair to your arm, rubbing it gently. The intimacy foolishly made you feel like you were in a lover’s embrace.

“I remember faces, but I don’t know who they belong to,” he finally answered. “It hurts sometimes to try to recollect memories.”

You immediately cupped his face, feeling the need to assure him. “It will come back to you.”

“Thank you, my Lady.” He turned his face to kiss your palm. Your breath hitched. “As to the other matter that is on your mind…”

He trailed off, eyes on yours as his hand moved yet again, this time from your arm to your waist. You instantly had the urge to press your legs tightly together again as his hand kept moving south of your body, until it stopped on your thigh.

“May I pleasure you?”

“Do you remember how to do that?” you teased. You were surprised you still had the ability to speak with his touch burning your skin. He smiled and nodded.

“Let’s see how much.” He snuck his hand between your legs, and your first instinct was to push it away. But then you realised in horror, that you were naked as he was. You pressed your face in your pillow in embarrassment.

With eyes closed tightly, you felt his fingers moving over you. Goosebumps broke on your skin, and even though you were naked, you felt so very hot. His fingers skimmed over your folds, and you felt liquid leaking out. He dipped a finger in lightly, almost to test your reaction, and when you mewled, he pushed it deeper.

“My Lady,” he called out. You took a peak at him, breathless. “Would you like more?”

You nodded eagerly. ”Yes, Jungkook. More, please.”

He took his time burying his digit in you, then he started sliding his finger in and out. At one point, you felt him touching a spot inside you that made you arch your back.

“Oh! Jungkook, please!”

You did not even know what it was that you were asking for, but your hips bucked and you reached out to grip his shoulders tightly. You could hear the sound of his palm smacking against your skin as he moved his finger faster.

“Ah, Jungkook!” You dug your fingers into his flesh as you felt a stretch.

“It’s all right, my Lady.” He peppered you with kisses until you relaxed. “I will make you feel so good.”

You dared yourself to look down, and found that two of his fingers were pumping into you. Bringing your eyes back to him, you sighed in lustful delight. You closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving you. The face of the King entered your mind, and for a moment it was him that was stroking the fire inside you.

Something wet touched you down there, making you open your eyes. To your horror, Jungkook was not beside you anymore, but instead between your legs. You cried out when you saw the pink of his tongue poking out and flicking you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You gripped the bed sheet underneath you, shocked at the intense pressure in your core.

“Let go, my Lady,” he murmured against your heat. “It’s all right, just let go.”

You exhaled sharply. Your hands left the sheet only to find themselves in his hair, instinctively pushing him closer to you. You lost yourself in the wetness of his tongue, in the movements of his fingers, and finally, your legs kicked once, twice, signalling your climax. You closed your eyes tightly as even more heat enveloped your body, and you wailed when the heat finally exploded.

When you next opened your eyes, it was morning, and your rabbit, Cookie, was sleeping on its cushion, with its back legs stretched out behind him, purring contentedly.

~~~

The two weeks passed quickly. As usual, your days were spent in your preparation to become Queen, and your nights were filled with wanton dreams with Jungkook. He touched you, with his fingers and his tongue, making you scream night after night. He also had guided you on how to use your mouth on him, the mere recollection of that particular dream made you blush brightly.

Iseul and Nari mistook the rouge on your cheeks as wedding glow, but you knew better. As they prepared you for the King’s first bedding, you asked them to take Cookie out of your room.

“It would be quite weird to have him around, tonight.” You reasoned. You were highly strung already in anticipation, you did not need the addition of Jungkook visiting your dreams.

The three of you froze in place when you heard the knocks on the door, followed by the King’s low voice asking for permission to enter. Your two ladies bowed and curtseyed to you, and with a last whisper of good luck, they left. You sat up on your bed, feeling extremely exposed in your thin nightgown.

Your breath hitched when the King appeared. He was dressed in a dark purple robe, and underneath was a thin undershirt, so thin that you could see shadows of his nipples and the silhouette of his chest and abdomen. He wore loose slacks that rode low on his hips, and you knew from your experience with Jungkook what lay beneath the material.

“How are you, _______ ?” His voice abruptly brought you out of your staring, and you chided yourself for having failed to greet him properly.

“Your Grace,” you cleared your throat. “I am well, thank you.”

“Good. You are not drunk, are you?”

“No, Your Grace.” You shook your head. “You made sure I did not drink too much at the banquet.”

He smiled at that, and you swooned over the dimples in his cheeks. You blushed when you recalled how he had reminded you to stop reaching for the wine after every congratulatory greeting came your way.

“You must be nervous,” he took off his robe and draped it over the settee by your bed. “I will be gentle.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.” Your voice was getting smaller and shakier. You tried to remember what you did with Jungkook in your dreams to gather your courage. Taking a deep breath, you inched to the side of the bed, where the King was standing, and you gingerly reached out for his slacks. You felt him tensing up, and you looked up.

He looked down at you with a questioning yet curious expression, as if confused at what you were doing, yet eager to find out what you would do next. You exhaled slowly, and with determination, you started to undo his slacks, occasionally stealing glances at him, to check his reactions.

When his slacks were completely off, you were greeted by his cock. You subconsciously licked your lips, your saliva pooling at the sight of it. It looked big, as big, if not bigger than Jungkook’s, You started getting dizzy, the mixture of alcohol and lust swimming in your head.

You wrapped both sets of your fingers around him, and the King hissed at your touch. You looked back up at him, and keeping your eyes on his, you began to stroke him, up and down at first, and when he let out a moan, you started to twist your grip around his shaft.

“Fuck, _______ ,” he hissed. “Have you done this before?”

Your heart dropped. The heat in your body immediately turned to ice. “No, Your Grace,” you answered, fear laced in your voice. “No, I have never laid with anyone, I swear. I am chaste.” Well, technically. Dreams didn’t count, did they?

You flinched when the King raised his hand, but he only did so to cup your cheek and caress it gently. “_______ , calm down, I’m not mad, nor am I questioning your purity. I’m just surprised, and it feels good. Keep going.”

Relief washed through you, and you turned your head to kiss his palm in gratitude, which made him tense again. You looked back up to him, confused by his reaction, but all you saw was his eyes, full of lust.

Your hands moved again, and you swiped the precum off his tip, using it as lubrication, the way you knew Jungkook liked it, assuming the King would like it too. And he did; you heard the rumble in his chest, and his voice dropped even lower as he whispered your name.

Emboldened, you leaned forward and started licking the head of his cock. You felt him shuddering, and so you took it a step further. With one hand on his thigh and another still pumping the base of his cock, you wrapped your lips around him and took him in as far as you could. You gagged a little when you felt the intrusion hitting the back of your throat, but you knew that you could take more once you relaxed a little. However, before you could do so, you heard the King swear again.

“Enough,” he said harshly. He pulled out of your mouth. You sat still, jaws aching and throat a bit sore, but you dismissed the discomfort, for fear engulfed you again, worried that you had taken it too far. The man before you had crowned you as his Queen earlier that day, and yet here you were, acting like a whore, greedy and lewd.

“Move up the bed.”

You did as he instructed, quietly. You did not dare to meet his eyes, but you could feel his glare on you.

“Lie down.”

The air was still around you and you held your breath. You lay your body down, on your back. You closed your eyes, with chill running through you, as you resigned yourself to whatever punishment the King would give you for your impropriety.

You felt the bed dipped by your feet, then a pair of hands gripped your ankles tightly. You bit back a sob. The hands moved up your legs, pushing your nightgown up until you felt the material pooling on your thighs, and those hands were not far behind. His hands were big, and they felt rough, the calluses scraping against your sensitive skin. Your hands bunched into tight fists by your sides.

The hands left you and you braced yourself. However, what happened next was as surprising as the obscene moans that escaped your mouth. The King ripped your nightgown, grabbed your knees and pushed them up until they hit your chest. Your eyes flew open and you immediately looked down, to find his head between your legs, and his eyes boring through yours as he gave your sex a slow wet lick.

“Oh, my King!” There was no more fear in your voice, only primal needs.

He licked you a few more times, then he lifted his head. You wanted to faint at the sight of his slick mouth and chin. “Namjoon. Call me Namjoon.”

You mewled as he went back to your cunt. His tongue was wide, and hard, and his hands held your thighs in a death grip, keeping you open for him. You felt yourself gushing out, and you could not believe how much liquid was dripping out of your hole to wet the sheets below.

“Namjoon!” You wailed out his name as his tongue poked in, and his lips smacking against your wet folds. He seemed to like having his name shouted out, for he doubled up his pace, stabbing the wet organ quick and hard into you, eliciting more screams of his name out of you.

You felt the telltale signs, not so unfamiliar as you had experienced it many times in your dreams with Jungkook, but the sensation in real life was a hundred fold more intense. The pressure was heavy on your core, tight on your abdomen, and your legs shook to close around the King’s- Namjoon’s- head.

He gripped your thighs harder, and he started to wiggle his tongue in you. The room was full of your cries of his name, and the loudest came when a particular flick of his tongue triggered the explosion in your body. You closed your eyes tightly as the pressure was finally released, your back arched wildly as you rode your orgasm.

You were barely aware of your surroundings, your head was still spinning and your vision blurry, when you felt an intrusion at the entrance of your pussy. You forced your eyes open, and you sighed wantonly at the sight of Namjoon hovering above you as his hand guided his cock into you. He pushed in slowly, and you felt your walls stretch. This was new- you did not do this with Jungkook in your dreams- so you started to panic a little. Tears escaped your eyes as Namjoon lowered his body over yours.

“Relax, _______,” he kissed your tears away. “I’ll go slowly.”

He took your arms and draped them around his shoulders. You quickly took purchase in them, holding on to him as you held your breath. He dipped his cock in shallow thrusts in and out of you, helping you adjust to his girth. You could not escape the pain, but the pleasure on top of it was too delicious. You dug your nails into his back, biting back a moan.

He pulled your bottom lip. “Be loud, my little Queen. It’s just us here.”

With those words, he thrusted a little and you gasped as he intruded your virginal hole further. Your body writhed, desperate for more.

“You’re sucking me in,” Namjoon smirked. “You think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes,” you whined. “Please, I want more.”

He surged forward to kiss you fervently, at the same time sheathing his whole length into your warm, wet hole. You cried out into his mouth, your shock and your sobs faded away the moment you tasted him and yourself on his lips. The stretch in your cunt triggered your second climax, taking you both by surprise and making you clench tightly around him. He broke the kiss to groan next to your ear, the sound only amplified your pleasure.

When the waves subsided, your body went limp, but Namjoon was still hard as a rock. He remained unmoving on top of you as he watched your face. You were certain you looked an absolute mess. You could feel a mixture of your and his saliva on your chin, and streaks of tears drying up on your face, far from the usual prim and proper appearance you put on.

Namjoon, however, did not seem to mind. “I’m going to put my heir in you,” he shuffled to get back on his knees, his cock still buried in you. “And if your womb does not take tonight, I will fill you up over and over until it does.”

He pulled your hips up, and your body followed along pliantly. He began moving, slowly fucking you. You threw your head back further into the bed, captivated by the feel of his cock dragging around your walls. You could not stop the lecherous wails from escaping your mouth.

He smirked. “My shy little Queen,” he was moving faster now, the slapping sounds of his skin against yours deafening in your ears. “Who knew you would take me so well, hmm? I will enjoy fucking you until you are big and full of my children.”

He pulled himself nearly out, until only the tip remained inside. You wanted to protest, for you felt so empty. But before you could find your voice, he thrusted hard into you, so hard that you felt your breasts bounce. He grunted above you, then repeated the motion over and over again, until your body was pushed across the bed and you found your head dangling over the side. Then, with what you could identify as a roar, he pulled you up until you were sitting on him.

The new position made his cock go even deeper in you, and you sobbed and clung desperately to him. His hands gripped your hips to hold your body still, and he started to thrust up into you. You babbled his name, mind delirious as the pressure started to build for the third time that night.

“Are you going to cum again, _______ ?” He carded his fingers through your hair, an almost smug expression on his face. “Will you milk me to my last drop, hmm?”

“Namjoon,” you whined. “Yes, please.”

You lost your voice when he moved even faster and harder. Your body bounced over him, his strong hands holding you so you did not topple over. Your eyes were closed, you were so lost in the pleasure. You felt his hair brushing against your chin, then you heard a growl, before something pricked your collarbone. He bit your skin, and was sucking on it as he continued thrusting up into you, and it proved to be the last push you needed to succumb to your climax again.

Everything was a blur afterwards. Namjoon emptied himself into you when you were riding out the last of your orgasm, and you were quite certain you collapsed onto the bed, spent, satisfied and completely unable to move. When Namjoon kissed you, you returned it by reflex, and when he left your bed, you dragged yourself to move under the blanket. However, he came back with a cup of wine, offering it to you.

“Your throat must be parched.”

You blushed, knowing how unabashedly loud you had been. You forced yourself to sit up to take a few sips, then you looked at him questioningly when he tucked himself in bed next to you.

“Your Grace?”

He settled on the pillow. “Namjoon, call me Namjoon when we are in bed.”

“Namjoon,” you corrected yourself, “are you staying the night?”

“Of course I am,” he chuckled. “It’s our wedding night, and I’d like to think you still want me, as I do you.”

You blushed all the way to your ears, suddenly embarrassed by your naked bodies. “Oh,” was all you managed to say.

“Come on, let’s have a rest.” He pulled you down until you lay tucked in his arm, your head on his chest. You fell asleep soon after, listening to his heartbeats, and for the first time in two weeks, Jungkook did not visit you in your dreams. You were awakened, however, by the King’s hunger.

Iseul and Nari later would tell you as they dabbed ointments on the purple marks across your collarbone and your breasts, that the guards stationed on your floor stood as far away from your room as possible all night, and that they even prevented everyone, including your and the King’s secretaries, from stepping anywhere towards your room, until the King himself exited, when the sun was high up in the sky.

Namjoon always walks purposefully, more so when he walks towards your room. He wonders if he should move you closer, or if he should take up Yoongi’s advice (or rather, whining) to move into your room altogether. He spends almost every other night there anyway. Thinking about you, he smiles to himself. The shy noblewoman from the country turns out to be a menace in bed. And even when you are too tired, he is more than happy to just talk and sleep next to you.

When he opens the door to your room, your ladies in waiting are already getting ready to leave, and they do just so, one by one filing out. He finds you sitting on the bed, draped in a robe that he knows is hiding that damned thin nightgown you seem to favor so much.

“Your Grace.” You greet him when you see him. “Namjoon.”

His name slithers out of your mouth like silk, and it has become one of his favorite sounds in the world. “Good evening, my little Queen,” he unrobes himself before joining you in bed. “You seem to be in quite a good mood tonight.”

You smiled. “I am indeed.” You take his hands and press them to your stomach. “I think I am with child. I have asked Lord Yoongi to bring the physician tomorrow, so hopefully we will get confirmation then.”

He nearly jumps out of excitement. His eyes zeroes down to your stomach immediately. For once, he is lost for words. So instead he bends down to kiss you there, but in the process knocks you back awkwardly to your pillows. He apologises, embarrassed by his clumsiness.

You giggle at his reaction. “Look at that,” you point at your pet rabbit hopping around the room wildly and onto your bed, “Cookie is excited too.”

Namjoon scoops the rabbit up. “Did you hear that? What wonderful news!” In his elation, he absent-mindedly gives it a little peck on its head.

What happens next cannot be explained. The rabbit starts to spasm, its head jerking around as if in pain. It continues to twist, and you start shrieking in fear.

“Namjoon! What’s happening? Why is Cookie like that?”

The King lies the rabbit down on your bed and grabs his robe to go out to get help. “I will get someo-”

A puff of black smoke fills your room suddenly, stopping the King in his tracks. He immediately reaches out for you, worried for your - and the baby’s - safety. He finds your hands amidst the smoke, and he pulls you to him, only feeling somewhat safer when you are standing behind him. He waves his arm around, as the smoke starts to dissipate. He wishes he had his sword with him as he calculates the time to get you out of the room and alerts the guards. The grip you have on his arm and your gasp, however, prevent him from doing any of that.

“Namjoon, look!”

He peers through the smoke, and sees a figure on your bed. It is a man, naked and curled up, the silhouette is familiar, and his heart beats faster.

“_______, stay here,” he steps closer to your bed. “I just need to see who it is.”

It can’t be… can it? But he knows that hair, those lines of muscles, the dimple on the small of his back. There is only one person whose body he knows this intimately. “Jungkook?”

You gasp. “You know him?”

“Jungkook?” He shakes the man’s shoulders. “Jungkook? Is it really you?”

Jungkook stirs and opens his eyes. “Your Grace?” he calls out with a soft whisper.

Namjoon chokes. “It is you.” He pulls the naked man into a hug. “Jungkook, you have no idea how long I have been looking for you.” Jungkook raises his hands and wraps them around the King’s back, with a sound of laughter mixed with teary relief.

“Namjoon, you know him?” You ask again. He finds himself struggling to find an answer.

“Jungkook… he is one of my knights.” He swallows, suddenly feeling guilty for what he is about to admit. “He was lost after we visited your father last year.”

You blink. “You mean…”

Namjoon nods. “Yes, after your father and I made the agreement for our marriage.”

You inch closer to Jungkook, your hand reaches out to stroke his hair. Namjoon is surprised at your tenderness. He expects you to be shocked and fearful, but the look in your eyes is soft, and dare he says, affectionate?

“You seem to know him too, my little Queen.” He eyes you carefully.

Your eyes dart to his, but before you can answer him, Jungkook speaks. “She brought me here. Back to you. Don’t be mad at her.”

You sniffle. “He has been my… companion the past few months.”

Namjoon tilts his head. He knows you enough by now to know you are hiding something. However, he realises he is too. He decides to let it go for now and turns back to Jungkook.

“What happened?”

Jungkook sighs. “I can’t remember much. Actually, I did not remember anything at all until I was in this room. With Her Grace.”

Namjoon cannot help himself. He cups Jungkook’s face and leans down to kiss him. He hears your breath hitch. Then he turns to you and kisses you as well. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your lips.

Jungkook moves to sit up on the bed, and both Namjoon and you help him, propping up pillows on his back to make him more comfortable.

“We came across a group of bandits on our way back, do you remember that?” Jungkook starts, directing his question at Namjoon who nods. “As I was chasing them, I came across a witch. I must have insulted her- I don’t even remember what I did - and next thing I knew, I was a rabbit. She kept me in her hut, until another witch came, and took me away, to give me to you.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I do not have much recollection about my time as a rabbit. Not even my name. Then once I was here, it slowly came back to me. Every night, little by little, I started to remember.”

Namjoon reaches out for your hand, wanting to thank you again, but he is shocked to see your cheeks and ears have turned bright red. You nervously glance at him, then back to Jungkook. Then he remembers your choice of word. Companion.

“Did you know that your rabbit is Jungkook?”

Your face is devoid of color. Namjoon feels Jungkook tensing up as well.

“Your Grace, please forgive me!” You immediately kneel on the floor and bow to him. “I swear I have not been astray.”

Namjoon is baffled by the tears and the pure fear in your face. He waits for you to explain further, but you do not seem to be able to, lost in your sobs.

“I visited her in her dreams,” Jungkook admits quietly. “I was in such a need, needing to feel somewhat human, and she helped me. In fact, the more time I spent with her, the more my memories came back.”

You hiccup. “I did not lay with him, we just… touched each other.”

Namjoon takes a deep breath, trying to understand what is going on. His wife and Queen has brought back his… he swallows nervously. He has never acknowledged the relationship he had with Jungkook, despite his close circle of friends knowing the true nature of it. He takes in your form, his own memory going back to the scared and nervous young woman he first met a year ago at your father’s estate, then to the shy Queen he first bedded three months ago. How much have you changed since that night he first slept with you? With every moan, every scream he pulls out of you, you are becoming more and more confident, in court and in bed. And soon, you will bear him an heir.

“My dear,” he pulls you up, having made up his mind. “Fear not, I am not angry. Surprised, yes, but not angry, never with you.” He strokes your cheek, calming you down. “And, you have brought back someone precious to me. How could I be angry?”

You look at him and Jungkook nervously. Namjoon continues. “Jungkook was my lover,” he admits, feeling a large burden being lifted off at the admission. “I was devastated when he disappeared, and I have never stopped looking for him.” He turns to Jungkook to cup his cheek. “In fact, Jimin and Taehyung left just two days ago to continue the search. When, all this while, my little Queen has brought you home.”

Namjoon is taken aback when you crash into him, hugging his waist tightly. “Thank you, Your Grace.” You sniffle noisily into his chest. “He, Jungkook… I asked him to teach me things because I was so afraid I would not be enough for you. But I swear, you were my first, in my dreams or otherwise.”

The three of you remain quiet, partly because you are trying to calm down from your crying, and Jungkook is getting used to his new human body. Namjoon contentedly caresses your hair with one hand, while his other is linked with Jungkook’s, assuring you that it does not matter. He is just so happy to see Jungkook after despairing for so long. His lover, whom he has loved and longed for, is finally, finally back home with him. And then his Queen- he has fallen in love with you, over the span of three months. How lucky could one be to have both together? He feels incredibly content.

And incredibly needy. He tilts your face up, and starts kissing you until your face is dry of your tears. He feels you gasping at him, chasing his mouth, and he smiles.

Then he turns to Jungkook, who is already raising himself up, and kisses him. He sighs in pleasure as their lips touch, having missed the younger man’s taste so much. He deepens the kiss until he runs out of breath.

He falls onto the bed, flanked on either side by you and Jungkook. He sees a glint in Jungkook’s eye, also a flash of hunger. He turns to you.

“My little Queen, you have only met Jungkook in your dreams?”

You nod.

“So you have never touched him at all?”

“No, not like this.” You gulp.

“You should touch him then,” he guides your hand to Jungkook’s chest, placing it there. “Now that he’s here, you get to touch him all you like.”

You blink. “Namjoon, you don’t mind?”

He kisses you gently, then turns to kiss Jungkook too. “No, I won’t mind at all, in fact, I would very much like to see you both enjoy each other for the first time.”

You still look at him hesitantly. “If you want to, of course,” he adds. He would never force you to do anything against your wish. To his delight, you nod, still shy, and he shuffles out of the way, making space for you and Jungkook on the bed.

Namjoon hears little gasps from you as you touch Jungkook’s naked body, and he smirks in amusement, for he had done the same the first time he saw the younger man naked, the first time he grazed the plane of his chest, his tiny waist, his strong legs. He undresses himself as he continues watching you admiring Jungkook with your fingers, and soon, your mouth.

“Does it feel good, my little Queen?” He brushes your hair back. “What do you want to do to our Jungkook?”

You raise your head. “Namjoon…I have never laid with him. May I?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course, if that’s what you want.” He glances at Jungkook, breathless now on the bed. “That seems to be what he wants too.”

Namjoon watches you kiss your way down Jungkook’s body, from his neck, to his chest, down to his stomach and even further. Namjoon nods when you glance at him, as if asking for permission, before you grab his cock in your little hand, stroking him to full hardness.

You stick your tongue out and start licking his shaft, before engulfing him completely in your mouth. You bob your head up and down slowly but soon you pick up your pace. Namjoon reaches for his own cock and starts stroking himself too, matching his pace with your mouth.

Jungkook jerks up at a particular suck, making you gag. You pull off of him and catch your breath. Namjoon has had enough. He wants more, and looking at how glassy your eyes are, he knows you do too.

“You can ride him, would you like that?” Namjoon smiles as you keen at his request, and helps you get on Jungkook. He holds Jungkook’s cock - he can’t even describe how much he has missed the feeling of his hardness in his hand, but for now he wants to watch you, to see you losing yourself in pleasure with his lover. So he guides Jungkook’s cock towards your hole, and he groans as you slowly sink down on it.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so wet,.” Jungkook moans.

“Jungkook,” you pant. “Finally.”

A tear escapes your eye. Namjoon catches it with his finger. “Yes, finally. How lucky I am to have you both here.” Namjoon nuzzles your hair. He loves how you smell of flowers and sex. He tilts your head to kiss you, and you pliantly open your mouth to welcome his lips and his tongue.

Namjoon feels your body starting to bounce, Jungkook has started to thrust up into you. Namjoon swallows your moans and whimpers, while still stroking his cock. He glances over to Jungkook, his face scrunched up in concentration as he fucks into you.

Suddenly, his hand is no longer enough. He longs for Jungkook’s mouth, memories of their rendezvous flooding back to him. He gives you a kiss one last time, then makes his way to Jungkook. The younger man looks up to see Namjoon looking down to him. The King caresses his lover’s cheek softly, many words are to be spoken but for now he needs to be intimate with him. Jungkook licks his lips and opens his mouth.

Namjoon shudders as he slides his cock in. “Ah, Jungkook…” He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of those lips around him. He feels a touch on his chest, and opens his eyes to find you leaning forward towards him. He exhales, in excitement and in love, perhaps more than anything.

You are still bouncing on Jungkook’s cock, your face tight in pleasure but you only moan louder watching how Namjoon’s cock is sliding in and out of Jungkook’s mouth. Your nails trail down Namjoon’s chest, all the way down to where his body ends and Jungkook’s begins. Your fingers travel further, grazing his neck now and your eyes widen at how it moves along with Namjoon’s cock.

“Namjoon, I can feel it,” you whisper.

“I know my love,” the words pour out of him easily. “His tongue feels so good. And you seem to know about that already.”

Your cheeks redden instantly, but you chuckle. “Yes, yes!”

Jungkook thrusts up again and you nearly fall forward. Namjoon holds your body up as the man below you fucks you harder and faster. Namjoon can read you like the back of his palm by now. The signs of your orgasm approaching are there, in the little hiccups between your moans, in the way you get whinier as you call out his and Jungkook’s name

“Let go, my love. Cum for us.”

It is all you need to fall into the abyss of your climax. Namjoon loves to see you so lost in your pleasure, so free. He has seen it night after night since your wedding, and he loves how you let yourself be when all the titles and protocols are stripped. And now, as you cum around his lover’s cock, he feels only love and adoration for you.

As you ride out your orgasm, Namjoon has to hold his own back, until he feels Jungkook wrapping his lips right around the base, and dragging them to the tip.

“Jungkook, fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Namjoon, cum please. I want to see you fill his mouth, as you like to do mine.” This time, it is you who encourages the King, as you reach forward to roll and pinch Jungkook’s nipples. That is the last straw for Namjoon.

With a loud roar, he cums, pressing his cock into Jungkook’s mouth as deep as he can while he empties himself. Jungkook’s hands grip his thighs holding him in place as his own hips start bucking as well.

“Please, please, Jungkook,” you beg. “I want to feel you. Cum for me, please.”

At that, the King removes himself, staining Jungkook’s mouth and chin with his seed. Jungkook licks his lips, then grabs you to pull you down on top of him. Planting his legs on the bed, he pistons into you until you are shaking and vibrating, your mouth latching onto his, lapping the cum the King has left on his skin.

“Are you cumming again, my little Queen?” Namjoon bends down to be eye level with you. He grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers, and finally he witnesses his wife and his lover losing themselves in pleasure, together.

Lord Yoongi is annoyed. Everyone knows he is a punctual man, and he appreciates that his Queen shares the same sentiment about the importance of being on time as much as he does. He is also an understanding man. He can accept that having spent a night with Namjoon can be quite exhausting for you, and as much as he does not want to think about your nightly activities, he cannot blame you for wanting to sleep in a little bit. He has heard enough of the gossip from Sirs Jimin and Taehyung how insatiable the King could be, especially with those he favors.

Today however, no one has entered the Queen’s room at all. Your breakfast lies dormant in the kitchen downstairs, and he predicts, your lunch will be too. Your ladies in waiting are pitter- pattering outside your room, too terrified to enter because apparently no one has seen the King leaving at all. He understands their concerns, he would not want to catch sight of Namjoon’s naked butt either.

“Just stay back a bit,” Yoongi suggests to your jittery ladies. “I will go inside and see what is going on.”

He knocks on the door, waiting for a response. When he gets none, he knocks again, harder. Still, he hears only quiet from your room. He turns the knob and opens the door slightly, just enough for him to enter, preventing the curious eyes behind him from seeing inside.

Yoongi closes the door. “Your Grace?” He calls out, staying near the door and averting his eyes from the bed. He can smell the sex in the air. Then he hears it - the sounds that he has gotten used to since his teenage years, from the days he spent travelling with the then Crown Prince - Namjoon’s snores.

Yoongi sighs and takes a few steps closer. Namjoon has likely tired you and himself out. The grumbling he is about to let out is stuck on his throat, however, when he finally looks at your bed.

There, in your tight embrace is the missing knight, Jungkook. His youthful face is so at peace as his head lies on your bare chest, and your arms wrapped around him. Then behind you is the King himself, with his own hand draped across your body and onto Jungkook’s as well, almost possessively.

Yoongi stares aghast for a few seconds, processing what he is seeing. A barrage of questions enter his mind, but he quickly gathers himself. Those can wait. He must now immediately ban anyone from entering the room, and… Seokjin. He must find Seokjin.

The Queen indeed has a secret.

Tada! Hope you like it! Please reblog if you enjoy reading this, reblogging will help this fic reach a wider audience! And scream at me if you wish too- I won’t scream back, I promise 💜

Published 27092021, also crossposted to my ao3

#bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #namkook #namjoon x you #jungkook x you #namkook x you #bangtan fairytale #bangtan royalty

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Jon III (Chapter 23)

Sam looked dubious. "Dolorous Edd says Craster's a terrible savage. He marries his daughters and obeys no laws but those he makes himself. And Dywen told Grenn he's got black blood in his veins. His mother was a wildling woman who lay with a ranger, so he's a bas . . ." Suddenly he realized what he was about to say.

Damn, I can’t believe Jon’s best friend was about to use bastard as a criticism.

+.+

He put the spurs to his surefooted little garron. "I need to hunt down Ser Ottyn. Be careful around Craster's women." As if Samwell Tarly needed warning on that score.

Well.

+.+

On his way back, Jon swung wide of the column's line of march and took a shorter path through the thick of the wood. The sounds of man and horse diminished, swallowed up by the wet green wild, and soon enough he could hear only the steady wash of rain against leaf and tree and rock. It was midafternoon, yet the forest seemed as dark as dusk. Jon wove a path between rocks and puddles, past great oaks, grey-green sentinels, and black-barked ironwoods. In places the branches wove a canopy overhead and he was given a moment's respite from the drumming of the rain against his head. As he rode past a lightning-blasted chestnut tree overgrown with wild white roses, he heard something rustling in the underbrush. "Ghost," he called out. "Ghost, to me."

Sounds like a lumber baron’s dream!

Real talk, I’ve read this 47 times. Something is being communicated here, but I don’t know what.

I must say, I do enjoy him spotting the white roses immediately before Ghost appears. Blue roses are so last year.

+.+

"How many wives does he have, truly?" Grenn asked.

"More'n you ever will, brother. Well, it's not so hard when you breed your own. There's your beast, Snow."

I was reading this in bed and thought it said “when you breed with your own,” and I screamed. Then I read it again and it wasn’t as fun.

I have nothing else to say, I only wanted to share that story.

+.+

On the southwest, he found an open gate flanked by a pair of animal skulls on high poles: a bear to one side, a ram to the other. Bits of flesh still clung to the bear skull, Jon noted as he joined the line riding past.

A fresh bear skull found outside Craster’s Keep?

Turn around, Jeor Mormont.

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"Aye, those three I recall. The lordling no older than one of these pups. Too proud to sleep under my roof, him in his sable cloak and black steel. My wives give him big cow eyes all the same." He turned his squint on the nearest of the women.

The wildling girls were lusting over Waymar.

The wildling girls will lust over Jon.

Hmmm.

+.+

"These are bad times to dwell alone in the wild. The cold winds are rising."

"Let them rise. My roots are sunk deep." Craster grabbed a passing woman by the wrist. "Tell him, wife. Tell the Lord Crow how well content we are."

The woman licked at thin lips. "This is our place. Craster keeps us safe. Better to die free than live a slave."

"Slave," muttered the raven.

Look, it’s a slave that doesn’t realize she’s a slave.

+.+

"Who's this one now?" Craster said before Jon could go. "He has the look of a Stark."

"My steward and squire, Jon Snow."

"A bastard, is it?" Craster looked Jon up and down. "Man wants to bed a woman, seems like he ought to take her to wife. That's what I do."

One point for the ‘Jon is a legitimized Targaryen’ side of the debate.

+.+

Jon got the horses fed before he stopped to think of his own supper. He was wondering where to find Sam when he heard a shout of fear. "Wolf!" He sprinted around the hall toward the cry, the earth sucking at his boots. One of Craster's women was backed up against the mud-spattered wall of the keep. "Keep away," she was shouting at Ghost. "You keep away!" The direwolf had a rabbit in his mouth and another dead and bloody on the ground before him. "Get it away, m'lord," she pleaded when she saw him.

Through Ghost’s interference, Jon is brought face-to-face with Gilly.

The pup knows things!

+.+

"You may be the Lord Commander's pet, but you're not the Lord Commander . . . and you wouldn't talk so bloody bold without that monster of yours always about."

"I'll not fight a brother while we're beyond the Wall," Jon answered, his voice cooler than he felt.

Lark got to one knee. "He's afraid of you, Chett. On the Sisters, we have a name for them like him."

"I know all the names. Save your breath."

Huh? What’s the name?

+.+

Jon spitted the carcass, banked the fire with a pair of rocks, and balanced their meal atop them. The rabbit had been a scrawny thing, but as it cooked it smelled like a king's feast.

Jon’s feasting like a king!

(On rabbit!)

+.+

So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of if

+.+

Crouched atop the rock that had sheltered him during the night was the rabbit keeper, wrapped in a black cloak so large it drowned her. Sam's cloak, Jon realized at once. Why is she wearing Sam's cloak?

Sam cloaks Gilly, then steals her. A two-for-one marriage!

+.+

"Old Lord Crow, him with the talking bird, he gave Craster a crossbow worth a hundred rabbits."

Lord Petyr was seated on his window seat, languid and elegant in a plush plum-colored doublet and a yellow satin cape, one gloved hand resting on his knee. "The king is fighting hares with a crossbow," he said. "The hares are winning. Come see." - Tyrion IV, ACOK

Couldn’t tell you why we’re linking Joffrey and Craster.

Or maybe it’s a commentary on Tyrion and Jeor arming monsters, I don’t know.

+.+

Her arms closed over the swell of her belly. "Is it true, m'lord? Are you brother to a king?"

Ha, it’s droll because he is a brother to a king, but Robb is his cousin.

+.+

"Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower."

"That's pretty." He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her.

He can call me a flower if he wants to.

+.+

"For the baby, not for me. If it's a girl, that's not so bad, she'll grow a few years and he'll marry her. But Nella says it's to be a boy, and she's had six and knows these things. He gives the boys to the gods. Come the white cold, he does, and of late it comes more often. That's why he started giving them sheep, even though he has a taste for mutton. Only now the sheep's gone too. Next it will be dogs, till . . ." She lowered her eyes and stroked her belly.

What would the Others want with sheep and dogs? 🤔

+.+

"I'll . . . I'll be your wife, if you like. My father, he's got nineteen now, one less won't hurt him none."

"Black brothers are sworn never to take wives, don't you know that? And we're guests in your father's hall besides."

"Not you," she said. "I watched. You never ate at his board, nor slept by his fire. He never gave you guest-right, so you're not bound to him. It's for the baby I have to go."

"Very good. See that my horse is saddled and ready. I mean for us to ride within the hour. Have you eaten? Craster serves plain fare, but filling."

I will not eat Craster's food, he decided suddenly.

You can’t help yourself! 🥺 My brave little hero.

+.+

Yes. Jon thought of Gilly. She and her sisters. They were nineteen, and Craster was one, but . . .

. . . but sometimes the oppressed underestimate their own power?

+.+

"You knew?"

"Smallwood told me. Long ago. All the rangers know, though few will talk of it."

"Did my uncle know?"

"All the rangers," Mormont repeated.

"Yet it would be an ill day for us if Craster died. Your uncle could tell you of the times Craster's Keep made the difference between life and death for our rangers."

"My father . . ." He hesitated.

"Go on, Jon. Say what you would say."

"My father once told me that some men are not worth having," Jon finished. "A bannerman who is brutal or unjust dishonors his liege lord as well as himself."

That’s strange, because it seems to be an open secret in the north that the Boltons still flay prisoners in the Dreadfort.

There’s nothing more depressing in life than learning your elders were raging hypocrites.

Final thoughts:

I get the feeling the author might be trying to show us Samwell Tarly can be more bold than anyone.

Sam. ❤️

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#operation stumpy re-read #acok #jon iii

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inukag-archive · 3 years

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Hello! I’m looking for recommendations for a particular trope/genre: Feudal Era AU as @superpixie42 would say. Fics that are Canon-era (Inuyasha-world without Inuyasha plot) but are not quite canon-divergent or fix-it? I’m thinking along the lines of Out of The Woods (Miss_Dyana), Kintsugi, If We Fall Anyway (both Evilillusions), for example. Any other genre/rating is good. Thank you! 💓

Hey @anisaanisa, it's no secret this is one of Mod Pixie's favorite AUs, so thank you for the chance to put this one together!

Shelter by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

Summary: Song fic inspired Stuck with You and Shelter. Inuyasha has been alone most of his life and one moonless night he gets caught up with a young priestess. She saves him and he, in return, helps her. What he doesn't realize is, this priestess holds a lot of secrets which may or may not cost both of them their lives...

Demon Nature by @shardetector (E)

Summary: He spoke low and gently, although his voice was gruff with his demon still so close to the surface, “You saved me wench, now I’ll repay the favor.” With that, his muscles bunched in his legs as he sprung up and out of the well, a red blur in the night as he made his way through the forest to his destination. His precious cargo held safely to his chest, as he raced to save her with his demonic speed.

there's no place (for us/like home) by guardianKarenterrier (G)

Summary: Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Inuyasha starts to creep closer to the fire at night. Now that he's not so injured, he's begun to vanish into the woods and come back to throw down rabbits and once a badger at the side of the hut, and Kagome hasn't had to worry about finding enough to eat as the air starts to turn colder. He hardly ever talks to them, or at all, and he won't come close enough to touch- he never comes as close as he had that first day again, but he stays. She's not sure why he stays, but she's glad that he does.

Comfort Food by @splendentgoddess (E)

Summary: Feudal AU one-shot. An ex-miko-in-training stumbles upon a seemingly human man alone in the woods during the moonless night. He seems all alone in the world - just like her. Goodness, when was the last time he had a decent meal?

Half-Breed’s Wife by @gypsin (M)

Summary: On the night of the new moon, a runaway girl stumbles into Inuyasha's life. Little did he realize then what he would be undertaking by saving her. But when Kagome has nowhere else to go will he leave her to her fate Or will he rise to the occasion? And what will the humans think?

Your Lying Smile by @dawnrider (M)

Summary: A beautiful day by the river quickly takes a turn, taking control of her life completely out of Kagome's hands. Her "rescuer" becomes something else entirely before she can get a word in edgewise. A Feudal-esue AU

We Are Family by @theladyofthewest (T)

Summary: Imagine a world in which the Inu No Taisho lived to raise his sons together, as brothers. Inuyasha never had to learn to survive on his own, he never met Kikyo, never heard of the Shikon Jewel. Now imagine if Kagome fell into this world instead of the one she did in canon. Imagine if she and Inuyasha had ... parental supervision.

Oblivion @meggz0rz (M)

Summary: Feudal-era Japan. A war to the death between youkai and humankind. Kagome, rebellious daughter of a noble family, is not about to let her grandfather sacrifice himself in battle. So she takes his place, dressed as a boy and ready to fight to survive. But in love and war, things are rarely as they seem, and there is a spy in the army ranks who just might be Kagome's downfall...

Everybody Wants To Be An Inuyoukai by @superpixie42 (T)

Summary: A birthday one-shot for kstewdeux very vaguely based on the plot of the Aristocats. When Kagome, newly widowed with a newborn son, is named the heir of her mother-in-law's enormous estate things suddenly go from bad to worse. She's drugged, kidnaped, and left for dead on the side of the road. With the help of some unexpected new friends, Kagome finds herself questioning: does she even want to make it back home?

The Shogun’s Daughter by @shnuggletea (E)

Summary: Kagome's father passed away when she was just a child but his Shogun status still makes her a valuable bride to a Lord of lands that border their village. Lord Inuyasha Tashio is pushed by the council into marriage, assured his new bride was an excellent choice. All their fears and anxiety are amplified when they meet.

Timeless and Forbidden Love by lunalibro (M)

Summary: Once, a long long time ago in Japan, demons and other horrid monsters out of nightmares roamed the lands. Wars were never-ending, famine, death and bloodshed abound. Admist this chaos, there lived a great priestess named Midoriko who was renowned throughout for not only her incredible power and fighting prowess, but also for ethereal beauty. She defeated countless demons and staved off many dark evils as the protector of humankind. Eventually, Midoriko fell in love and birthed twin daughters. The eldest was named Kikyo and the youngest was named Kagome, While alike in looks, the sisters were complete opposites. Naturally, these girls inherited their mother’s immense powers. From a young age, Midoriko trained them in combat and in the spiritual arts. The sisters grew in strength and looks. However, Kikyo’s powers had matured far greater than that of her sister’s. Midoriko decided Kikyo shall be the one to take her place as the new protector of Musashi. From then on, Kagome would find herself living in her sister’s shadow. Maybe with the help of a young half-demon named InuYasha, Kagome could realize her worth and possibly fall in love in the process. A forbidden love that will last throughout time.

Beauty and the Hanyou by mishelledor23 (M)

Summary: Inspired by Beauty and the Beast, but Inuyasha style! The terrible half-demon prince Inuyasha is under a fifty-year old curse that keeps him trapped inside his castle. Can Kagome, the reluctant miko-in-training become his friend? Maybe even his love? InuXKag, MirXSan. Lemons and language in later chapters!

For Better or Worse by Anime Wildfire

Summary: Kagome, priestess in training, turns her life upside down when she saves the life of the half demon Inuyasha… and accidentally finds herself bound to him via pesky subjugation beads. This is not how she thought her day- or her life- was going to go.

By the Match, Not the Flame by @goshinote (M)

Summary: Inuyasha is a hellbent hanyo on a mission for revenge. Kagome is a wanted miko on the run. Their intentions align in more ways than one, but secrets abound between them as they partner up during their travels. With an inevitable and impending betrayal looming over them, the pressure rises with every day they spend moving closer to the enemy’s clutches.

A Private Affair by JeremyMarsh (T)

Summary: During a simple patrol operation, Inuyasha, a general in a war between demons and humans that has been going on for two years now, goes all the way across enemy territory to reach the village where his betrothed lived before the conflict broke out. Here he is discovered by her younger sister who intentionally reveals something to him that she shouldn't have.

Shocked, Inuyasha decides to embark on a new and dangerous mission that could cost him his life or worse.

Koi no Yokan by @keichanz (E)

Summary: Koi no Yokan: The feeling when you meet someone that you’re bound to fall in love.

A prince discovering a deeper meaning to seemingly random hordes of bloodthirsty demons. A young woman unwillingly sold to a brothel by uncaring relatives, frightened and alone. How could these two circumstances possibly be related?

We are also including the works Anisa mentioned in the ask for those who are unfamiliar

Out of the Woods by @dyaz-stories

Summary: After the murder of Kikyo, the local priestess, the villagers start leaving offerings to the forest's god, who they think they've angered. Kagome, called to the village to replace her cousin, finds out, too late, just how far they're willing to go when they use her as the month's sacrifice. She decides not to go down without a fight — except that, instead of an angry god, she finds herself faced with a hungry half-demon, who's very annoyed he won't be getting a food offering for the month. “What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s my food?” “Oh I’m sorry, am I not a sacrifice satisfying enough?”

Kinstugi by @soliska

Summary: AU. Failing to be chosen as her village's miko, Kagome had resigned herself to a humble life. An unexpected summons returns her to the city where she's forced to reconcile the taught virtues and the spiralling, warped reality created by those that abuse their power. She holds the key to repairing the fracture between humans and youkai, and the freedom of her new hanyou friend.

If We Fall Anyway by @soliska

Summary: What if the shikon jewel didn’t exist and Naraku never came to be? What if Kagome fell down the well anyway and met a gruff, young inu-hanyou. Would they still become friends? What would be their story? A tale told in snippets.

#inukag archive #feudal au #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfic #inukag fanfic #fic rec #anisaanisa

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yayteaberry · 3 years

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*SFW* Making Friends (Koda)

Despite the flashy, intense, bright, and overall loud image heroes carried, you just didn’t have the ability to be such an extrovert. There were some who kept to themselves more often than not but they were a rare breed.

Your quirk was powerful and useful, so you didn’t doubt you would do excellent combat wise, it was more your popularity rank that would keep you from stardom.

But it was hard to find friends or even get the chance to make them since you were so quiet.

Honestly, no self deprecation intended, but you doubted you’d make any friends while attending UA.

Getting into UA wasn’t easy, though the stilted awkwardness of finding someplace to sit at lunch proved to make your stomach churn more than any of those giant robots. At least with the robots you could just destroy them rather than have to make conversation with them.

Everyone seemed to know where they placed, chatting among themselves and in general enjoying the social time.

You however…

Well, the very first lunch period proved to be not as difficult as you feared. In the back of the room you spotted a mostly empty table, only one other person sitting there.

You kept your head down and speed walked over, setting your tray down at the opposite end to keep from bursting their personal space bubble. This was the only table left that wasn’t flooded with people, relieved you could eat in peace, hoping it’d be just as empty the next day.

And, it was!

Thank the lord it was!

A safe haven for your introverted tendencies, though you hoped the other person didn’t mind it.

As school went on, you would come to find that stranger to be Koda. You didn’t know a single word of sign language, so most of whatever he said in class was lost on you. Though you caught on to the key phrases, such as ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ since they were easy.

Every day you sat at his table, eating in silence, appreciating the distant company as you warmed up to him. You couldn’t help but note he really seemed to like apples, sometimes having two during lunch.

Since your opinion on them was lukewarm at best, you got an idea.

One day, you took the one you’d gotten, and slid it down the table towards him. It nearly rolled past but he caught it, looking over at you as he went to roll it back.

You shook your head, pointing at him and then giving a thumbs up, non-verbally telling him he could have it. He offered you a shy smile in return and nodded, taking it.

That became a daily ritual.

You’d roll an apple down, and he ended up giving you something he noticed you liked. While sliding things was some amount of fun, if the aim wasn’t right it’d be embarrassing to watch the food hit the floor.

To make things simpler you started sitting closer to him.

Eventually, an entire month came to pass, and you found the comfort to sit directly across from him. Along the many lunches spent together, you’d started to learn more and more phrases in sign language. It was very casual, you’d place the fruit on his tray for him, he’d do the same with a dessert option, you’d say thanks, he’d do the same by signing.

Neither of you had actually said anything to each other beyond things like that, it was simple and secretly your favorite part of the school day.

Today you slipped up, forgetting to grab his apple. You noticed right as he placed down your extra yogurt, immediately feeling guilty when you had nothing to hand back.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! I swear I thought I grabbed an apple but I must’ve forgotten! I-I think I can go back in to get one..?” You anxiously spout, placing your hands on the table to stand, but stop when he signs what you understand as ‘its fine’.

“Ah, well, thank you!”, you sigh with some relief, you’d bring him an apology gift tomorrow, something for the rabbit you’ve heard he has?

“You're welcome.” He says it passively, not even looking up from his plate.

Stunned, you open your mouth and then close it. You can’t help a wide smile, heart clenching as you stir your food around.

Maybe making friends isn’t so hard after all.

#koda #koji koda #koda x reader #sfw #gender neutral reader #gn reader #mha fluff #fluff #a03 fic

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whumpster-fire · 3 years

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Extremely Hot His Dark Materials Take:

The conventional wisdom that daemons’ settled forms represent who you truly are as a person and are a unique, symbolic representation of it is what’s said in-universe but it isn’t true, or at the very least isn’t the whole truth. IDC what Philip Pullman’s said is actually canon, stuff like “Servants usually have dog demons because they have a submissive/servile nature” is really not plausible fite me.

Animal symbolism is a social construct and is not universal among cultures, and just like the alethiometer symbols, an animal species can have many meanings. As a result, for any one person there are usually many species which are a “valid” representation of their soul, and which one their daemon actually settles as is not set in stone from birth. Daemons don’t consciously choose their settled form - and humans certainly don’t - but it reflects a variety of influences, including symbolic “nature” but also cultural influences, social pressures, what animals the daemon actually knows about, the nature of the relationship between the human and daemon, and what forms are physically comfortable or practical. But the common uniting factor in all of those is that a daemon’s form reflects what you want and need as much as what you are. Not superficial wants, but deep deep psychological needs and what’s important to you. And sometimes fears as well.

Factor #1: Societal Bias

Strong cultural predispositions toward settled form, combined with form stereotyping. I think it was said in the books that “most servants had dog daemons because deep down they wanted to be told what to do.” Think about this: is this likely to be true? Given that people generally wind up in jobs by luck of the draw and by what’s available, and most people even in the most socially mobile modern societies usually don’t end up in their “true calling,” and in Lyra’s world your occupation seems to very often be determined by your birth. Do you really think all the kids like Roger Parslow, who’s working as a kitchen boy because his aunt who was a servant at Jordan College raised him, are naturally subservient? Well, is everyone who works in a service industry job IRL naturally subservient? Hell no! However, this is a very, very convenient lie for a classist society that teaches people that they were born into a “station” in society to tell. If your daemon settles as a dog, obviously you were meant to be a servant all along, and you and your daemon spending your entire childhood being told that because this is the station you’re being born and raised into your daemon should be a dog or some other “appropriate” form and couldn’t possibly cause them to be biased towards canine forms by this.

But if a daemon takes a form that’s obviously unfit for their station, clearly your true calling is elsewhere and it was never truly meant to be. It’s hard to falsify as long as most daemons are settling in “expected” forms. And most do, at least to an extent. A daemon’s form is influenced by drives and desires, and while most people don’t necessarily want to be bossed around and told what to do, most people do want to fit in.

And having fairly broad categories of “expected” can help that, because that gives room for daemons to find a form within that category that genuinely fits their nature. Someone extremely independent and strong-willed but growing up always expected to be a servant might end up with a husky daemon. Someone with a leading (or even controlling) personality might have a herding breed. The same goes for Gyptians and Witches being expected to usually have bird daemons.

On the other hand people with certain daemon forms might also be actively recruited for certain jobs, based on both symbolism and the physical abilities of that form - e.g. the Tartar mercenaries and other soldiers seem to almost all have wolf daemons. These may be very common in their culture to begin with, and then there’s further selection based on the symbolism of “You’re a wolf, you’re powerful, noble, and a natural killer but you’re a loyal pack animal, you’d make a great soldier.” But then in addition to that, because of the no touching rules, people in jobs where they fight other people are at an advantage if their daemon can fight other daemons.

Factor #2: Age

Settling age is... around early-to-mid puberty it seems like. I’ve seen speculation that it would be later in more modern societies as the age of maturity drifts over, but it seems like 12-14 is fairly common. But brain development continues until around 25. Like... seriously. Daemons are settling when their humans would be middle-schoolers in our world. People mature and change a huge amount in that decade of “settled but not fully mature.” Unless daemons can presciently predict how they’ll change over time - or if the soul’s nature is fixed and people tend to change in away that approaches that over time - your daemon’s form may be based on what you were like at settling age.

Factor #3: Knowledge and Familiarity

His Dark Materials is mostly based in Europe / Northern Eurasia, and the vast, vast majority of the settled daemon forms in the novels are native to that region. Off the top of my head the exceptions are Stelmaria (a snow leopard, native to the Himalayas but that’s still an animal she and Lord Asriel could have encountered / read about as a child), Mrs. Coulter’s daemon (a monkey, I don’t think we’re ever told what species. Not native to Europe but again Marisa had the resources to travel, read about exotic species, visit zoos, etc and everything about them is weird, IIRC the African soldiers in Amber Spyglass had various african daemon forms (so, where they’re actually from), and Hester. Hester’s the most important because while she took the form of an arctic hare, which is native to North America where Lee’s from, her form is native to a completely different part of North America, that she and Lee probably wouldn’t have been familiar with, and it took years for anyone including her to even notice.

This suggests daemons may be able to take forms that are unknown to them, but we never see a raccoon or an oppossum or a bobcat or some australian animal as a daemon as far as I know, so my best guess is that they had some secondhand knowledge of the arctic and had at least seen what an Arctic Hare looked like but forgot how to tell one apart from a jackrabbit, Hester had an unconscious longing for the North that neither of them were aware of, and she had a strong and possibly less-unconscious desire to get the hell out of Texas at sometime around settling age. And they assumed she was a jackrabbit because daemons usually don’t take forms they’re not familiar with.

Factor #4: Physical Preference

A daemon is not a shadow or a heraldic crest - they’re not just an insubstantial symbolic reflection. A daemon is an integral part of a person’s being, and they are one, but at the same time the daemon are a living, breathing creature even if their physical body is unstable. One soul, two bodies, two minds, two personalities. Their form subjects them to some - although not all - of the physical abilities and limitations that animal would have, and the same sensations.

Again, a daemon’s form is often influenced by what’s important to them, and to the pair. Most daemons take on a huge number of forms throughout childhood, and there are some things about those forms that are important to them. For some daemons the freedom of movement of flight is a fun, childish thing to play around with, and perhaps tactically useful, but it isn’t torture to give it up. For others, flight and the freedom it represents are their very heart and to be bound to a grounded form forever would be unbearable. Some can’t give up the ability to take small forms that can hide and go unnoticed, but some hate the vulnerability and helplessness of small size and could never be happy in a form that can’t walk alongside their human without fear of being kicked or stepped on. Some can’t give up the joy of swimming, or climbing, and for some their humans can’t. The daemon of someone who is a mountaineer and climber in their soul won’t be a snapping turtle. And... this is complicated, because part of it’s the human’s nature, but part of it is tied up in experiences which the human can feel too, and that are important to them, but they don’t experience in quite the same way.

Sometimes it’s just too convenient. Witches’ daemons are nearly always birds because witches spend much of their time in the air and can separate from their daemons, and only with flight of their own can a daemon take advantage of this power; in a flightless form they would take far longer to travel any distance, and their witches would have to land every time they separated or reunited. Another animal, like a fox or a mink or a rabbit, might fit with a witch’s nature too, but a witch’s daemon will become a hawk or a heron or a dove instead.

And sometimes a certain from is just comfortable and it just feels right even though the symbolism might not fit the stereotypes.

Factor #5: Human-Daemon Relationships

This is something I talked about a bit in my post about autism and daemons: the form a daemon settles as is often affected by the nature of their relationship with their human.

First of all: barring severe internal conflict or mental illness, while a daemon’s settled form is not chosen by the human and does not follow their whims, they don’t take a form that makes their shared life inconvenient and miserable. Out of how many sailors, John Faa and Farder Corram knew what, one guy with a dolphin daemon? Usually sailors’ daemons would be seabirds or otters, or animals like cats and rats that aren’t technically aquatic but are well-adapted to living on a boat. Does this mean that the sea isn’t their true love? No: it means no matter how much you love the sea being trapped on a ship for their entire life (and not even the entire ship: how high in the rigging can you climb without going too far from your daemon who can’t leave the water?) sucks and is actively dangerous. Imagine your ship is wrecked and your daemon carries you to shore through the storm (because humans die of hypothermia if left in the water too long in many parts of the oceans)... except you’re literally unable to get out of reach of the crashing waves that will drown you, sweep you away, or batter you to death, without dragging your daemon up the beach and then they’re stranding and dying, and you can’t go get fresh water which your body needs because your soul is an anchor binding you to the water. How many things that are a sailor’s job are you unable to do because you can’t go more than like ten yards from water deep enough to swim in?

Daemons do not consciously choose their forms, but their subconscious is not stupid. Taking a form like a dolphin doesn’t mean the daemon is symbolically expressing their nature, it means the human is denying it to the point where their own daemon is afraid of being torn away from it and cannot trust their human. But again, this event is happening at middle-school age, so what’s likely happening is something like a 14-year-old cabin boy falling in love with a girl in town and wanting to marry her and move inland and abandon the sea forever, and his daemon being horrified by the idea and wanting to make sure it can. not. happen. ever. And then both of their lives are ruined. Meanwhile the other cabin boy on the boat had a non-dysfunctional relationship with his daemon, who settled as a seagull and trusts that when he goes to visit family a little ways inland for a couple days it won’t be permanent.

Anyway: disregarding dysfunctional people like Mrs. Coulter, some humans and daemons are more physically affectionate with their counterparts than others, and in different ways.

Some pairs are happy spending most of their time at the edge of their not-painful range. Some pairs are perfectly comfortable with the daemon taking a tiny form and hiding in their human’s coat pocket most of the time and sneaking around the rest, and with the daemon hardly ever speaking to other humans, and that closeness and the moments of being held in the palm of their human’s hand and being stroked gently with one or two fingers is perfect for them. Some pairs are content with the distance a form like a bird of prey imposes, where the daemon must perch near their human because their claws would injure them if they landed on their shoulder or arm without protective clothing.

But many people and daemons are more “touchy” with each other, for whom the physical nature of the bond between human and daemon cannot possibly be given up. Some daemons settle in the forms they took to fly, or to hide, or spy, or fight, but many settle in the forms they took to rest, to soothe and comfort, to lick wounds and let their fur or feathers be stroked, to share body heat, and sometimes to help hold their humans upright or drag them to safety. Some pairs are content with the daemon sleeping on windowsills or perched on bedposts or on nightstands, or under beds or at the feet of them, but some curl up under the covers together whenever they can.

In less poetic terms, daemons settling in fluffy, huggable forms because they and their humans have a deep-seated need to cuddle with each other is just as valid as daemons settling as birds because they need the freedom of flight.

This is often the case for children whose need for touch is not met properly by others, or those for whom it is too much, or it cannot be trusted. Parents, friends, and lovers aren’t always there, but they are always there for each other. But there’s not always trauma or neglect involved, and it’s not always people who have few or no close and intimate bounds outside themselves. Plenty of content, well-adjusted people still have relationships like this with their daemons because we’re human beings and touch is important to us, and it doesn’t really matter if you share a soul.

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What Pet I Think They'd Have and Why: Karasuno Edition

Daichi Sawamura

Of course he'd have a police dog

He's a cop and if he'd have any pet he'd have a buddy to help him bust criminals and fight crime

But I don't think Daichi would have a "normal" dog breed like a German Shepherd, Malinois, or Akita

I feel like Daichi would have a Rottweiler not bc they are my favorite dog breed

But Rottweilers used to be very prevalent in many police forces around the world until German Shepard and Malinois became more common

Also Rottweilers gained a harsh reputation for being aggressive bc they were trained by drug lords and criminals and were used to in fighting

Rottweilers are very muscular, sturdy, and hard working dogs

If trained right and with proper love and care these dogs are GREAT and I mean GREAT companions

They are stubborn and can be territorial with strangers, but, they are very loving towards familiars and family

They are a kind of one or two people fits them kind of dog

They also need constant stimulus as they were breed to be very hardworking dogs

Rottweilers used to pull sleds full of butchered meat bc they were so strong and the original breed was much bigger than the one we know today

They also herded large livestock through the alps and Roman region and are known to be fearless

They are also one of the oldest dog breeds

These dogs became popular Police dogs during the World Wars

Bc they were being used so much their guardian qualities were more showcased so more and more people wanted one to help keep and eye on their children

Since they are herding dogs they are good around children and can keep them in a yard if they are taught the parameters

Rottweilers despite their size generally don't bark a lot either, they are very sneaky when approaching a possible threat and will ppun e from behind

This is why I think Daichi would have one to be by his side

I feel like Daichi would do a lot of research into a good companion and finding a good breeder to find one after deciding

He'd get one as a puppy and personally see to it's training, working with a pro the whole time

His dog would also be a great family protector when he's home with his spouse and possible children, if he ends up having any

Koushi Sugawara

I feel like Koushi would be that really awesome teacher that has a really sweet and sociable pet that he brings in for the kids a lot

I feel Koushi would want soemthing small and cute so a rabbit of some sort would suit him well

Rabbits can be very loving with a small family most of the time or sometimes only one person

Rabbits are prey animals so some breeds wouldn't do well in a loud room full of young children

So what specific rabbit breed would suit his job?

So I chose the Harlequin Rabbit for Koushi

Harlequin rabbits are very social and loving towards owners and strangers alike

They also are known to be very silly, playful and very intelligent

They come in two colour types: Japanese and Magpie

The picture above is an example of Japanese while a Magpie can be colored in just about any other colour other than black nd orange like lilac, white, chocolate, blue and/or black

I feel like this specific type of rabbit would suit him so well as it would be comfortable around all those kids

Be very social and would be less likely to nip them

And it would be energetic enough to keep up with the kids

Koushi wouldn't just want a pet for his classroom though, he'd want a cuddle buddy for at home

He'd want a companion to sit on his lap while he works on lessons

He'd also want a pet that wasn't too lazy as his life would be pretty busy

The only thing is is that rabbits are high maintenance and need very specific foods, medicines, and an experienced vet to care for them

But rabbits are cuddly little crackheads that Koushi would adore

Energetic enough to keep up with his life, but snuggly and home bodied enough to not exhaust him

Asahi Azumane

Asahi is a fashion designer and thus would spend a lot of time hunched over a sketch book making designs

In other words, he has a very home based and indoor job

So he'd need a pet that isn't energetic and obnoxious like a husky or chihuahua

So I chose the Havanese

Havanese is the national dog of Cuba

This dog may be small but they are incredibly sturdy

These dogs become attached quickly and are extremely loyal to said lone owner

Something else that is good for Asahi is these dogs do not do good alone and are willing to follow their owners to the ends of the Earth

They can be described as velcro dogs bc of how attach to the hip with their owners they are

These dogs can be lively and active but they don't need much exercise as they are smaller

Most of their daily exercise can be met in a house with some light play

Also, these dogs are extremely friendly towards strangers and can be described as good host dogs

Another plus for Asahi about this breed is they aren't particularly vocal, most are rather quiet and reserved almost

The last thing you'd want is for people to look down on you for letting your pet act spoiled by barking and nipping at people's ankles

They also love to perform for others

They like attention and are good in groups

Asahi would have to meet with a lot of new people like models and companies and whatnot so a social dog would be best

Asahi also would spend a lot of time in an office or at home and since these dogs don't need much exercise he would be able to have it sleep on his lap while he works without disturbance

I also feel like Asahi would become a bit of a hermit

Like he would contact people but he wouldn't leave his house unless he absolutely had to or wanted to (which isn't often)

Havanese are home-bodied dogs and love just chillin' out on a warm lap or on a couch cushion beside their owners

Yū Nishinoya

Now I DO NOT think Noya should have a pet until he decides to settle down somewhere

Travel can really exhaust a person so it would harm an animal tenfold

So, if you travel a lot DO NOT GET A PET IT WILL ONLY HARM THEM

But if Yū were to have a pet.............................

Noya would need a pet that can travel well, is small enough to not cost a lot, is very attached to their owners, and can eat just about anything

I thought briefly of other rodents since rodents are generally small and can eat just about any food

But raccoons, possums, and other larger rodents that are more common for pets would be too hard to get on planes and boats since you need certification to own them

Rats on the other hand don't need such certifications in most countries and fill all the other requirements

The rat he would have isn't a Dumbo rat like in the picture above, he'd have like a wild rat that he befriended and decided to take with him so it'd most like be brown

Noya would 100% fight anyone who says they hate rats

He hypes up his pet rat to no end

He calls Asahi whenever he can and tells him about all the cool stuff his rat does and sends pictures of his rat being held up to a gorgeous background of famous landmarks in other countries

Nlya always has his rat around the back of his neck and wears a hoodie, scarf, or something like that to hide him so he can join Noya in places that don't allow pets

I also chose a rat bc they are incredibly loyal and I feel like if Noya were to be really tired on a plane and pass out, he would need a pet that he wouldn't have to worry about running away

Of course he has trained his rat to do amazing tricks, you already know

Also, as I previously mentioned, rats can eat just about anything, so his constant travel wouldn't hurt his companion diet

Rats are also quiet generally and aren't overly energetic so he wouldn't have to be worried about being escorted out for having a rat under his scarf

Chikara Ennoshita

Shibas are very independent dog, let's just start with that bc Chikara would need a pet that doesn't need constant attention

With him being a personal trainer he needs a pet that can self entertain

Something else about Shibas is they can often housebreak themselves bc of how fussy and finicky they are

You can also find them cleaning themselves much like a cat

Chikara would be busy for a good bit of his time so he doesn't really have time to properly spend time to housebreak a pet

But Shibas were originally bred to hunt and flush out game like birds and rabbits and other such small animals

A fact about Shibas is they almost went extinct during WWII bc of food shortages a distemper

Distemper is a disease only animals can be affected by that attacks many different systems in their bodies

Also, Shibas are the number one most common companion dog in Japan

Something else about Shibas is that they are fairly healthy, some of the more major problems they have are glaucoma, cataracts, hip dysplasia, entropion, and luxating patella

A lot of eye conditions but are easily avoided if you bring them in for very periodic eye checks and hip examinations

So these are easy to avoid as long you keep an eye on them

Over all I think that if Chikara were to have a pet it would need to be fairly self-sufficient but also something could have a very chill and laid back relationship with

Something that doesn't need to be on his lap all the time but something he can love and nurture

Kiyoko Shimizu & Ryūnoske Tanaka

Now I know I know

Ryu would be a dog person

He'd want a big manly pet not a cat blah blah blah

Kiyoko would definitely be a cat person

She wouldn't want a purebred and would probably find a box of some kittens with Ryu on the side of the sidewalk

Now look me in the eye and lie to me by saying that Ryu would now start crying immediately upon seeing like four lonely little kittens in a box that need a home

Needless to say, they take them home and nurture them endlessly

But Tanaka would be the kind of guy that harness trains his cats so they can go out on walks

Kiyoko would research how to harness train them, what food would be the best, and anything else they need to take care of these four cats

Imagine seeing these two, a big muscular dude and this goddess walking four cats on harnesses down the street

I literally cannot stop thinking about Ryu and Kiyoko cuddling on the couch with all four adult and rather large cats draping themselves across the two of them

I feel like the reason Ryu would want them harness trained is bc he wouldn't be able to spend much time with them

His job as a personal trainer would keep him busy

So on his morning jogs to stay fit he'd want to take not only Kiyoko but the cats as well

I plan on making more parts to this, I hope you enjoy it 😉

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kiralaufeyson84 · 3 years

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Love is a b*tch

Loki Laufeyson x Irene Scarlett fanfic

Fic by Kira

Summary: Irene never thought she'd enjoy the company of Loki. But after many dates, getting engaged and having sex while also planning the wedding, she realized that she loves his company more than she thought.

Warning(s): Language, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT KIDS), vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), multiple orgasms, Daddy kink, master kink, breeding kink, fluff, light crackheadness (DON'T READ IF U R UNDER 18)

A/N: My first smut that I hope ain't a shit show- Lord have mercy on my poor soul-

Irene sat up in her shared bed with her fiance. She

glanced over at the clock and noticed it was 5:30 AM. Irene put her hands on her face and thought What the hell is wrong with me. Irene's been having recurring dreams about Loki and her after the wedding getting down and dirty. She then glanced over at her sleeping fiance and she smiled. She then started to play with his hair, carefully as to not wake him up. Irene then touched Loki's pale abs and bit her bottom lip.

"Take a picture, darling. It'll last longer," a gravelly

voice remarked with a smirk. Irene looked and noticed Loki was awake. Irene blushed and took her hands off Loki's abs.

"What's wrong, darling? Why are you up at this

ungodly hour?" Loki asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Irene shook her head and replied with "Nothing. Just a dream." Loki then moved closer to Irene and started kissing her neck. When Irene moaned slightly, Loki smirked against her skin. Irene whispered her fiance's name with pleasure. Loki continued.

"Loki, wait," Irene moaned softly. Loki lifted his

head and kissed his fiance's lips. Irene moaned into the kiss softly. Loki just groaned as he got harder. Irene's beautiful, tan body glistened in the pale moonlight of the night, peeking out from behind the curtains.

"I love you, pet," Loki growled softly as he bit Irene's bottom lip softly. Irene moaned and grabbed Loki's hair, weaving the soft, raven locks in her fingers.

Irene woke up from her trance and memory of her

and loki having sex this morning by Tony snapping his fingers and calling her name.

"Huh?" Irene asked. Tony replied with "I asked if you wanted any coffee." Irene nodded and said "Sorry. Loki and I woke up early and we um...Sort of…Nevermind." She then took a sip of her coffee. Loki walked in and smirked at Irene.

"Hello, darling," Loki purred to Irene. Irene smiled at her fiance. She then glanced at her engagement ring - a silver band with hints of gold with an emerald in the center. Loki's was the same color scheme except larger for his long, slender ring finger. Irene bit her lip thinking about what his fingers could do - both in public and in the bedroom. The thought made wetness and warmness shoot to her core, dampening her panties. Loki then sat by his fiance and put his arm around her. Irene had her hand on her panties, cupping her clothed sex. She blushed when Loki put his free hand under her panties and started to rub her clit. Irene then bit her lip.

"And on this note, I'll leave you two love birds

alone," Tony said as he grabbed his cup and walked off. Irene then moaned softly and Loki chuckled. He then inserted his middle finger in Irene's cunt. The goddess then tried to grip the table while biting her lip to quiet her moans and whimpers.

"Oh come on. Let your moans out, my darling little

pet," Loki cooed. He then nipped at Irene's ear and then whispered "My Lille Kanin (little rabbit)." That nickname was Irene's favorite because it riled her up inside. That made her even wetter as Loki added his pointer finger and thrusted his fingers in her wet cunt.

"God yes! Loki!" Irene moaned as she reached closer and closer to her orgasm.

"You're getting close. I can feel it," Loki growled. "Let go. Cum all over my fingers, Lille Kanin." And that she did. Irene came all over Loki's hand with a scream of Loki's name. Loki chuckled and kissed Irene. The goddess and god forgot about Irene's breakfast as Loki picked her up bridal style. The next thing Irene knew was that the two of them appeared in Loki's living quarters of the tower. Loki then threw Irene on the bed and, with a green glimmer, their clothes vanished and appeared on the ground. Loki then laid down by Irene. The goddess looked down and noticed Loki was hard. She drooled at the sight of her fiance's cock. Now, she's seen Loki's dick multiple times but it was so thick and veiny and perfect.

"I can see you eyeing my cock, little rabbit," Loki

purred. "If you want it so bad, beg. Beg to use it however you want. And maybe, master will allow you to do it." Irene then thought about what she wanted to do and then she did as she was told. Except she wanted to add a little spice to it.

"Please let me make you feel good daddy. I wanna

suck your cock and make you cum down my throat. Then I wanna ride your dick until you cum in me and I cum on your cock. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk in the morning. Please fuck me, daddy," Irene begged. Loki grabbed Irene's hair and passionately kissed her. Irene opened her mouth and let Loki's tongue in. The two of them then pulled back and Irene slowly went down to face her lover's hard dick. Pre-cum was dripping a bit from the tip. Irene smiled and kissed the penis face (or the tip of the cock- I need to stop watching Bad Moms-). Loki groaned a bit at Irene's action. Irene then put the cock in her mouth half way (so like 6 inches) and started sucking.

"Fuck. Such a good pet. Sucking her master's cock

perfectly. This never gets old. Don't - god damn - fucking stop," Loki groaned with pleasure. Irene went deeper but stopped at Loki's shaft. She then stroked at what was left and felt herself getting wetter. The goddess then made her hand go to rub her clit. Irene moaned against her fiance's cock. Loki grabbed Irene's hair tightly and tugged. Irene moaned a bit louder around Loki's dick and sucked faster.

"By gods you know how to suck my dick. That's it.

Good Lille Kanin," Loki moaned softly. He was getting close and Irene could feel it. That is until Loki pulled her off his cock.

"Wait, Daddy, you didn't cum down my throat,"

Irene whined a bit. Loki chuckled and purred "Oh no, darling pet. Because I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours. Maybe even get you pregnant before we wed." Irene bit her lip at the thought of doing something so sinful. She wasn't any religion really but she still felt like she needed to consume holy water when she and Loki did anything "sinful".

"Let me ride you, daddy. Please," Irene begged.

Loki's breath hitched at the nickname/pet name. Loki nodded and Irene sat herself on Loki's cock, painfully yet beautifully slowly. Once she got fully seated, the 2 gods let out satisfied groans. Irene then started moving her hips slowly. Irene let out a quiet "Fuck~" as she moved. Loki's cold hands then met Irene's warm hips, making her go faster.

"God you're so tight," Loki groaned. Irene was

moaning in pleasure. She moaned curses and Loki's name as she drew closer and closer to climax. Loki smirked and growled "You look so pretty riding my cock, Lille Kanin." There was change in position when Loki put Irene on her back. Loki then thrusted into Irene at an inhuman like speed. Irene gripped the bedsheets and then scratched Loki's already scratched back.

"Oh fuck! Loki! Daddy!" Irene whimpered. Tears of

pleasure peaked at the corner of Irene's light lavender eyes. Loki kissed Irene passionately once more and groaned. Irene's moans got louder as the two broke the kiss. Irene then whimpered "Fuck! Loki, I'm so fucking close. Please let me cum. I gotta cum. Please. Loki please fucking make me cum!" Loki growled in Irene's ear "Cum on my fucking cock, pet. Do it. Cum with me. I command you." Loki and Irene's pants, moans and groans filled the room.

"Irene, if you don't cum in the next ten seconds,"

Loki growled. He got closer to her ear and growled deeply "you won't get to." And with that growl Irene came with a scream of Loki's name, Loki following only a few seconds later. The two of them stayed still, catching their breath. When the two caught their breath, Loki pulled out, leaving Irene feeling empty and leaving a bit of cum dripping from Irene's cunt.

"Are you ok, darling?" Loki asked as he turned to

face his woman. Irene smiled and looked at Loki with a reply of "I'm better than ok." Loki smiled and snuggled with Irene, kissing her head.

It was 2 in the afternoon when Tony approached

Irene.

"Hey, Stark. What's-" Irene said. She noticed Tony blushing a bit.

"Next time you and Loki have sex, please do it quietly or at your place- Evryone heard you-" Tony told Irene. The goddess became red. Loki was walking past and heard. All he did was smirk as a reminder that he's proud of what happened.

#loki smut #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki x ofc #smut #Plz let this be cool-

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coolkat122 · 3 years

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Twisted Teeth: Vampire Gaara x Reader Chapter 2 Part 1

It was originally going to be just one long one-shot, but I thought it best to break it up...which might lead me to going back and editing part one then, in case it's not flowing right.

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I had a lot of work to do this morning and found it almost near-impossible to catch a break and when I did Naruto showed up, and I really didn't want to leave, but I had to.

So as much as I didn't want to, I cut our fun conversation short and went out hunting for Gaara's food, I went the extra mile and caught three rabbits for him in case he was really hungry.

"Hey, it's me, I brought you some foo-" I paused in my sentence having seen that, my troubles were for naught, made clear by the two bunny bodies that were discarded in a corner.

Gaara who was looking better though still frail lifted the covers off of his body by a little to peek his head out, he looked at me and towards the three rabbits in my hand and made a gesture for me to bring them over.

"You're still hungry?" Gaara nodded.

"They're too small to supply me with the amount that I need" I bit my lip as I handed the rabbits over, quietly debating if I should ask the question that was on my mind.

Feeling like the answer was yes, I asked, "Just how much exactly do you need?" Gaara who had just bit into the rabbit, draining it of its blood, replied as I looked away.

"What I caught and what you brought me will be enough for the day" That doesn't exactly answer my question, but I left it at that.

"Alright, good" I sat down by the table, Gaara after finishing off the last bunny, sat up even more in his bed, watching me from his side of the room.

"Thank you for the meal" I cut my eyes toward him and gave a slight nod before averting them.

"....is something the matter?" Gaara asked, but before I could reply no, he answered his own question.

"Does the blood bother you?" I gave a tiny strain smile with an awkward laugh.

"Yes, a little."

"Then I will go wash up and refrain from doing this around you in the future" Gaara rose up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

I found it nice that he cared enough to wash himself up and was even going to not eat in front of me, I'm not sure if Gaara was just naturally this considerate or if maybe my kindness is rubbing off on him in such short time!

Either way, I'm grateful and really appreciate it, when Gaara got back he was relatively clean, you know besides his clothes which were still very dirty from his fight with the hunters and the dirt.

I think now is the time to perhaps bring him a change in clothing? Maybe Jiriaya left some behind?... I suppose I should check, I stood up from the table and went looking through his old dressers.

As I was hoping I did find some clothing, but uh they weren't going to fit and were pretty dirty them-self... covered in webbing and so much dust, so the purpose even if they did fit it would have been pointless in the end anyway...

Er, well, I guess, I could wash these and he could wear them regardless of their size? I shrugged pulling out a pair I thought he would look good in and proceeded to go clean them.

Gaara surprisingly followed me outside where the sun was still pretty much out and about, "I thought vampires perished in the sun?" kinda went out of my way to ensure that there wouldn't be a chance of him getting even a tiny bit of it on him... feels pretty pointless now.

"...I'm only half" I titled my head to the left a slightly confused, I was unaware of half-breeds among vampires and really didn't even know that they could breed.

I thought being undead kinda put a stop to certain "things" if you catch my drift... shows just how much I know about vampires...

"I.. I didn't know that was a thing" I regrettably voice my thoughts, that now that I was hearing them out loud sounded a bit insensitive or maybe I'm just overthinking it?

"It is rare, not many are capable of it, unfortunate for some or so I've heard, wheres a blessing for others" Gaara sounded a bit off when talking of this, but I didn't want to push, though I think I can guess on where he stood on it.

At least judging from his tone when mentioning certain parts of the topic, "I see... not too different from humans then so that's interesting" I offered my best smile and bright side take on the subject as I washed the clothing.

"... I guess that's true..." Gaara fell silent after that, which I guess is normal for him since he seems to be the quiet type, much like my friend Shino... though in Shino's case, I'm sure he would love to talk more if someone would let him...

"I'm glad you think so... I find it kind of nice that we have similarities in our species, I never really give it any thought till now... but I'm am pretty curious to just how much more we have in common?" I took a slight pause in washing the clothes so that I may gaze upon Gaara as I begin to ask him my question.

"Aren't you?"

"I am...now" A smile broke out on my face, happy to hear he felt the same as I returned back to cleaning, it didn't take me long to get them as good as new, so I smiled happily and begun hanging them up to dry.

"Shouldn't be too long till they are dry, but if they aren't by the time I have to go home, you can always just get them yourself" I turned to face Gaara who was still watching me from four feet away.

"Is it really okay for me to wear those?" I placed my hand on my hip as I shot him a smile.

"Why wouldn't it be? Jiraiya has long since abandoned them and I don't see Naruto wearing them any time soon so what's the harm in you putting them to good use?" I raised a brow, expecting a response, but he remained silent so I took it as him accepting my points.

So with a happy little nod, I lead him back into the cabin with a cheerful hum, I went straight for the table and pointed toward the other chair for Gaara to sit on, like I wanted he followed my little wish and sat across from me.

I placed my elbows onto the table leaning forward as I rest my chin onto my palms, gazing at my red-haired friend while probably looking pretty goofy from how I'm smiling.

"You know... when I saved you, I never imagined I would become such fast friends with you... it's really such a crazy thing that I'm finding it hard to believe even now" Gaara's face showed shock as he leaned back a bit in his seat with eyes wide.

"Friends? You think of me as a friend?" This time I was taken back and was starting to feel silly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I out of line? It just kinda felt like maybe we were so I-" Gaara's eyes were locked onto me as I fumbled around on finding what to say.

"I... I don't think you were... I just wasn't aware you felt so fondly toward me?... and besides" Gaara paused glancing down toward his lap for a moment before staring at the wall dejectedly.

"I've never had a friend before... is this perhaps what it feels like to...have one?" Gaara broke away from the wall to look at me with curious, sad green orbs, I felt pretty sad for him when I heard that, though if I'm being honest I suspect that he was a rather lonely fellow from our previous talks.

Smiling sweetly at my new friend, I assured him, "Yes Gaara, this is what having a friend feels like" a tiny smile made way onto his lips and it was precious.

"I see..." He said in a low, tender voice, it was so sweet and gentle, with a hint of a faint blush upon* his cheeks, I couldn't help but break out into a wide grin.

'Gaara, I promise you I'll be the best first friend you've ever had and when I'm sure that you're ready, I'll help you make even more~' I mentally vowed to Gaara to help brighten his world and fill it with some much-needed love.

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Before I had known it Gaara had made a full recovery and weeks had flown by since I found Gaara that one fateful night, I thought by the time he would get better he'd pretty much leave and just pay me visit from time to time, but.

That wasn't the case, he asked for my permission to stay in Jiriaya's cabin a little longer so we could continue to spend more time together, I told him yes, obviously, we were friends now and I wanted to get to know him better, which.

I did and like I had hoped from spending as much time as I could with him when I could sneak out or had some excuse to leave the village for a bit, I would go to the cabin and meet with Gaara as he slowly opened up to me more and more with each visit.

Gaara would share and tell me something new and fascinating about vampires, and of himself, this would contain some times sweet and fun information, but it would also yield sad and painful to hear knowledge about him, those times were bittersweet little moments, between us, that I still hold dear nonetheless.

Though as I'm sure you could guess, sneaking out to visiting him wasn't exactly easy, I couldn't be seen going out as often as I was, I didn't exactly have an excuse for it all of the time, it's not like I was a hunter despite knowing a few tricks from my grandfather who was one.

My friends and family would get suspicious as to where was I going and why was I suddenly interested in going outside of the village so out of the blue, if I were caught doing it as much as I was.

It's not as if I could tell them of Gaara, neither party was ready for that step yet, Gaara still needed more time to adjust to human companionship among other things and I somehow have to figure out to ease them into the idea of a friendly vampire.

I'm sure Naruto would be more than ready to welcome such a thing, but the others... hmm well, some convincing was in order... Especially Sasuke.

That boy is from a well know vampire hunting clan after all... wait a second... who exactly were the hunters that were attacking Gaara and just why was he being attacked?

Where I found him wasn't all that far and if I recall Sakura mentioned that Sasuke and a few members were out on a mission from a nearby town to take care of some vampires...

I bit my lip from concern that maybe that vampire could have been Gaara and his attackers could have been the Uchihas... oh lord, please no.

Taking a brief break during my walk toward my sneak-out spot, I stopped to think of what I should do if what I feared were true, how would I go about it then?

It would make everything so much harder which was something that was already going to be quite a challenge given how feared and hated vampires are, and I already knew that Sasuke was going to be the hardest to get on board with this.

'Darn it all!' I frowned as I chewed on my thumbnail out of frustration.

To be continued ➡️

#vampire gaara #naruto #au #reader insert #fanfiction #suna no gaara #gaara of the sand #vampires au #alternate universe #chapter 2 #part 1

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 4 years

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Pairings: Roman x His Mystery Boyfriend, Romantic Andy x Pryce, Intrulogical (Remus x Logan)

Word Count: 1,878 Words

Summary: Snakes, Deceit in the hospital yet again, and Roman being touch starved as usual.

Warnings: Sex Mentions, Cursing, Snake Mention, Cancer Mention, Sick Character, Immunocompromised Character, Food Mention, Death Mention, Touch Starved Character, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Note: Bolded and blockquoted are actions in their chatroom, not a message.

Usernames, a quick translation guide: Andy: Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), Castor: schrodingersdumbass, Dayd: carniverousroomba, Dice: Dr. Bitch, Emile: Thera-pissed, Halley: aspermylastemail, Janus: SnekBoi, Logan: Momgan, October: eatpavementido, Orion: birdgeoisie, Patton: Papa Bear, Pollux: satantakemehome, Pryce: SwEeTvErUcA, Remus: Octopussy, Remy: Coffee Bandit, Roman: waaahluigi, Sirius: literalsunshine, Teal: uwu, Thomas: shrexy, Virgil: spipples, Vita: þiccness

A Very Sanders Group Chat: Chapter 8

1:17PM

SnekBoi: Inny, did you feed my snakes?

Octopussy: I did.

SnekBoi: Oh good, I was worried about Ceres. She's only taken her food from me before.

shrexy: Ceres?

Octopussy: baby Burmese Python Dee just got.

SnekBoi: And I have more snakes that will be laying soon.

Thera-pissed has kicked SnekBoi from the chat

Thera-pissed: Seriously, Inny, is he okay? He looks really pale.

Octopussy: well, he's in observation so, obviously, no. he's pretty much running himself down again. he said he plans to reopen his studio again on the fourteenth against me and Dice's medical advice. he's currently digging his hole and he's going to have to work his way out of it when he finally crashes again.

Thera-pissed: Well, how deep in the hole is he?

Dr. Bitch: Currently, he's at least twenty pounds underweight even though he's eating like he should, he's just burning it off by straining himself so much. He had at least two nosebleeds while he was hospitalized last night so it's inevitable that he'll have to do the induction again because it's just not working.

Octopussy: plus, this morning he couldn't open a tupperware I brought him, so I'd say he's pretty much back at the beginning again.

Dr. Bitch: You didn't tell me that you brought him extra food.

Octopussy: he said he'd tell you.

Dr. Bitch: So he's lying between us now.

Octopussy: maybe trying to make himself stronger by lying to people he's connected to emotionally?

Dr. Bitch: Maybe.

Octopussy: if he gets any better, maybe that's the point of his lying right now but just keep eyes on him so his lying can't backfire on him.

Dr. Bitch: I always have a nurse near his room. He's too dangerous left alone for too long.

Octopussy: I have to get back to work, Alice came in with Hannah and Hannah needs her fur de-matted again and if I make Riley deal with her for too long, he'll scream in the break room later.

Dr. Bitch: I wish you could just take the animal from the owners that don't care about them.

Octopussy: I'm not getting fired to rescue dogs, Dicey.

Octopussy: plus you have that kitten now, you can't take care of a month and a half old kitten, a dog, and your job.

Dr. Bitch: You're right and I hate you.

Octopussy: don't lie, bitch, you love me.

Dr. Bitch: Irrelevant.

Octopussy: anyway, work.

Dr. Bitch has deleted 12 messages

Dr. Bitch has added SnekBoi to the chatroom

SnekBoi: You booted me to talk about animals?

Dr. Bitch: No, we were talking about our Christmas present ideas for you and ended up talking about animals.

SnekBoi: Fine.

SnekBoi: Also, you're across the hall at the nurse's station talking to Miss Esme, I can literally see you, Dice, you could just say that to my face.

Dr. Bitch: And yet you just texted me back instead of calling over to me.

SnekBoi: Touche.

SnekBoi: Anyway, back to looking at snakes.

shrexy: Oh yeah, Dee, you breed snakes?

SnekBoi: Well, it started out an accident, actually. Me and Inny moved our rooms around last year after brumation and we put a few of my snakes that could be temporarily cohabed in bins together for a few days so we could do it and quite a number of the snakes got gravid. Roman owns a couple of the amazon tree boas, actually.

SnekBoi: This year we got a new adult garter thinking it was a boy and we only found out it was a girl when we saw Inny's garter snake locked with her and, by then she had already mated so we're just waiting now. Plus we actually decided to see what happens with our sunbeams, only because we want to at least try with them to get babies since it's so hard to get them not wild-caught.

waaahluigi: Livia and Caius are very happy by the way.

shrexy: I now want a snake.

SnekBoi: You really want me and Inny to vet you?

shrexy: Sure?

SnekBoi: Dice, can I have visitors?

Dr. Bitch: I have said this like four times each time you're in here. Only if they wear a mask and so do you.

SnekBoi: Fine. Thomas, come here and wear a mask.

shrexy: Why?

SnekBoi: Because I'm going to vet you first while Inny's working to get it out of the way and I can't leave the hospital for another six days so get in here.

shrexy: I guess I'm going in my head again.

2:40PM

SnekBoi: Trial number one is over. He passed.

waaahluigi: How!? It took me like three tries!

SnekBoi: He knows a lot about snakes, what can I say?

Momgan: Can confirm, Thomas knows quite a bit about snakes since he wanted learn if your scales were indeed slimy and he happened to fall down a rabbit hole and got extremely interested in them.

shrexy: Stop exposing my late-night rabbit hole knowledge to others, Logan.

Momgan: We all live in your head, it literally does not matter.

SnekBoi: Second trial; Inny. Someone you don't even know. Good luck.

shrexy: Yeah, I'm making him trial three, I'm buying snake stuff for trial two.

SnekBoi: Using the stuff I recommended or something else?

shrexy: Stuff you recommended.

SnekBoi: Smart man.

4:30PM

Octopussy: hey, Dee, I went home for lunch and guess what happened?

SnekBoi: No way. Baby garters? Did Venus have babies?

Octopussy: nope, neither. you remember how how we left Juno and Jupiter together earlier this year because we ran out of separators while we had to shift them from their quarantine bins to their enclosures?

SnekBoi: Tell me they didn't.

Octopussy: I think Juno's newly laid litter means they did.

SnekBoi: Well, it looks like unfortunately have baby rainbow boas.

spipples: I want one.

SnekBoi: You really want a snake? You've told us for years you didn't want to own them.

spipples: I was thinking of looking for a cute little noodle and Juno and Jupiter are just plain beautiful so their babies have to be pretty too.

SnekBoi: Reasonable, rainbow boas are pretty as hell.

Octopussy: do you even have an enclosure for a baby rainbow boa?

spipples: I already have an extra 20 gallon enclosure from getting Celeste. I got the wrong one. It was too small for Celeste so I ended up having a spare 20 gallon.

SnekBoi: Amazing, this one is the first one to already have both an enclosure and past snake experience with our babies.

spipples: Oh yeah, I've fed Minerva before.

SnekBoi: Do we even need to continue vetting him?

Octopussy: I still will, this is the first time Juno's had babies and I'm still counting.

SnekBoi: Jeez, how many are you at?

Octopussy: well, I'm doing it alone and I'm searching Juno's enclosure so I'm not even counting yet, I'm still cleaning. it has to be at least seven though.

SnekBoi: Good lord, Juno.

Octopussy: Juno cares not for your so called "lord", she will make any number of squirmy children she wants. and apparently that number was a lot. I'm already above ten.

SnekBoi: I believe it.

Octopussy: just look how pretty this bucket of large rainbowey worms are.

Octopussy: abakersdozenofrainbowboas.jpg

spipples: Wow, they're beautiful.

shrexy: Oh wow, they're so pretty!

waaahluigi: I would kill for them.

Coffee Bandit: I think they look very squirmy and cute. A+ work right there, Juno.

SnekBoi: Oh yeah, Virgil. Time for vetting. Come see me.

spipples: Wish me luck not to die.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Don't die, I'm not qualified to raise my nephews and niece.

spipples: Fair.

7:45PM

SnekBoi: I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep again. Live on without me, you feeble simpletons.

spipples: Yeah sure, jackass.

SnekBoi: Love you too, bastard.

spipples: Fair.

SnekBoi is offline

spipples: Hey, Inny, can we talk alone?

Octopussy: Nu-uh. I just got home and I'll be incriminated. Witness.

spipples: Fine, Andy, come with me.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Fiiiiiiine.

spipples, Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), and Octopussy are now offline

shrexy: Should I be worried about them.

Dr. Bitch: Virgil seemed extremely worried about Deceit, which is seeable given Dee has declined in health quite a bit lately with his recurrence and he's not quite getting much better as of yet given he's stressing himself out more than he's helping himself get better.

shrexy: Isn't there a way to make him stop that?

Dr. Bitch: We're fortunately unfortunate that he's stubborn. His stubbornness has served well going through things like induction and maintenance but he's absolutely shit at consolidation.

shrexy: Do you think he'll be okay? He's just getting worse.

Dr. Bitch. Like I do with all my patients, I hope he'll get better but, right now, it doesn't seem like he will be unless something changes and he finally stops being so self-destructive.

shrexy: So, no?

Dr. Bitch: I don't think he will, but I don't think he'll die and he knows that. he's a part of you, he can't die, he'll just be in a lot of pain for a very long time and will likely go dormant.

shrexy: It's a relief he won't die but I don't want him to be in pain.

Dr. Bitch: Well, we don't really have a choice. We have the option of I either do my best and get him into remission again and hope it doesn't come back again or I give up on my favorite patient and let him drive himself into the ground again. And you have the option of living with him or rejecting him.

shrexy: I know.

Dr. Bitch: Now I need to work, I get to go home soon.

shrexy: Good luck, Dice!

Dr. Bitch: Yeah, yeah.

Dr. Bitch is offline

Momgan: I'm not surprised that I worked and this chat, yet again, is chaos.

Papa Bear: Yeah, it usually is chaotic while we aren't here, huh Lo?

Momgan: It is. Sometimes I'm shocked any of them have a single braincell between them.

Papa Bear: You're right! Our beloved braincell is at work, so they lose their minds.

waaahluigi: I resent that!

Momgan: We know you're chaotic because you miss us, Roman.

waaahluigi: No! I just get...

waaahluigi: ...bored stupid.

Momgan: Would you like to hug, Roman?

waaahluigi: Wait, you're offering to hug me? You? The robot?

Momgan: Well, given I am designated the group mother, I may as well give you motherly affection.

waaahluigi: I would kill to hug someone.

Momgan: Roman, are you touch starved?

waaahluigi: No! Of course not! I just like attention!

þiccness: He is. Mom refuses to admit it but he is touch starved quite frequently.

Momgan: I guess I'm staying with you then until you have had an adequate amount of touch.

waaahluigi: Hang on, gonna cry real quick because Lo's being so nice to me.

shrexy: Aw, bud! Cuddle pile on Roman time!

SwEeTvErUcA: You mean flop on my brother like he's a pancake and I'm butter? Great idea!

waaahluigi: Wait nonono!

uwu: Hey what was that bang?

waaahluigi: Ow.

uwu: Ah, two touch starved triplets. Makes sense. Carry on.

Momgan: Oh no, you're getting in on this too, Teal.

uwu: What god did I offend to be taken from doing my work like this?

Momgan: All of them.

uwu: Sounds about right, deal.

Taglist: @glaxyjellyfish @chronophobica @fear-ze-queer @imma-potatoo

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twinkluffy · 4 years

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fanfics for quarantine with α!katsuki x Ω!izuku.

Hiya, my fellows shippers. I know quarantine is being hard to everyone for different reasons but i hope you can stay safe at home. If you have to be outside for work or to work with/for people, thank you so much for your hard work and it is deeply appreciated.

In this occasion it’s my pleasure to bring you all a fanfic recommendation list of Alpha/Omega KatsuDeku that i loved on AO3. So buckle up, gather everything you need for this wild ride because this gonna be a long post and this just the first part, sisters. Friendly reminder that every person writes their own rules for their omegaverse. It goes without saying that most of this post is+18 rated filth (and i did let out some nasty things that would make most of you don’t hold a face to face conversation with me without kinkshaming me) but even with that the sexual content is gonna have a bolded +18 beside the tittle; and as the old saying goes: read the damn tags on the fic, they are there for a reason.

The links, rating, state and summary under the cut. Please, feel free to reblog and like or to come to my dms just to talk or ask for a type of fic in specific. I’ll post part 2 of this soon.

drag me to the deeps of your heart (+18) by halcyonwhispers [one shot, 5945 words // 1/2 from “The (im)proper way to an Alpha-Omega courtship” series ]

Everyone presents on their 17th birthday, and while Katsuki has already (alpha, big fuckin’ shocker), he awaits his boyfriend’s presentation to finally get over the nonexistent (slight) curiosity over Izuku’s new rank. He can’t be an alpha, not crybaby, overthinking Deku. Anyways, both his parents are betas, and all that genetic and biology shit says Deku’s bound for that road. (he thinks)

Gravity (+18) by warschach [complete, 71477 words, 10 chapters]

Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round. Not that he cares, pfft.

Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff. (Fine, he cares.)

what’s mine is mine (+18) by xenodickery [one shot, 5504 words // 1/3 from the “what’s mine is mine” series. Implied r*pe not related to the pair]

Bakugou watched, fists shaking in his lap, as someone pried open Midoriya's mouth and placed the pink tab on his tongue. An aphrodisiac. At least that's what they'd called it. A heat compellant.

Marshmallow by choimarie [one shot, 3359 words // part of the 2k18 bakudeku week]

“Yo! Look at what we have here!” A voice said loudly and Izuku's heart stopped.

He turned around, his eyes widening. A group of six alphas was walking his way towards him.

What’s is this? The beginning of a porn0? (+18) by JijiHadidnt [2 chapters, 4625 words]

“Did somebody order a pizza?”

“What is this? The beginning of a porno?”

“Shut up Nerd just let me in.”

Izuku and Bakugou handle their argument over celebrity crushes in an interesting way.

A nest for the best by Camellia_Sinensis [one shot, 1007 words // Part of the “dorks in love” series]

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

where i feel you the most (+18) by shousanki [one shot,3899 words]

In which Katsuki comes 1) to terms with Izuku's screwy biology almost as unpredictable as the person himself, and 2) down Izuku's warm and willing throat.

the last dragon-blood king (+18) by claimedbydaryl [complete, 13 chapters, 107.009 words]

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

Project: heat (+18) by ellslane [one shot, 2914 words]

Katsuki can do this. He can control himself around Deku, who’s scent has spiked in sweetness and is dripping in pheromones. He can maintain his composure as they work together on a school project. He can keep himself in check as his stupid smell wafts through the air, and directly into his nose.

He can’t do this.

Dessert before dinner (+18) by Morpheel [one shot, 3473 words]

Ground Zero has his work cut out for him as of late.

Between his increased Hero workload, and a pregnant mate at home, there's very little time to slow down and "smell the roses", as they say. He's too busy fighting the rampant crime rate going wild throughout the city without their Pillar of Justice on duty for 9 months. Yet leave it up to Izuku to find his own way in squirming some quality time in before Katsuki's shift.

Emergency contact (+18) by SurelyHeavenWaits [one shot, 3753 words]

There are some things in life that a person would like to know in advance:

weather forecasts, patrol schedules, patrol routes, being listed as an ERC for the person they've secretly loved for most of their life. Pro Hero Deku knew three of these things at the start of his shift.

Blonde haired bunnies (+18) by morpheel [one shot, 5194 words]

In an attempt to create a new genetic pattern in the Rabbit-Hybrid Gene, Izuku Midorya is paired with a very strange (and almost unorthodox) stud. The end goal is blonde haired, red eyed rabbits- though only one Alpha truly fits that bill.

Surely a wolf and a rabbit can't breed?

Late mornings (+18) by Oilux [one shot, words]

When Deku arrives, late for class, panting, red stained cheeks, every alpha in the class staring at him with open want, Bakugo only has one thought crossing his mind.

He’s mine.

Vitality in postpartum (+18) by ellslane [one shot,2989 words]

Katsuki can tell his husband has been dealing with his image after giving birth to their precious boy, and he's hellbent on making Izuku see the perfection he sees. Happy husband, happy life, after all.

Box (+18) by SurelyHeavenWaits [one shot, 3028 words]

On a stakeout for a villain with what's been reported as a lust-inducing Quirk, Pro Heroes Ground Zero and Deku find themselves boxed into a dire situation.

I’m so glad i found my mate today by kittiegirl1616 [oneshot, 2123 words]

Pro-Hero Ground Zero has captured a villain when he senses his mate is nearby.

whatever you’ve done, just bury (+18) it by ikvros [complete, 3 chapters, 18.593 words]

He knows how Katsuki thinks, talks, and fights. He knows how he sleeps, how he eats, how he loves, and how he leaves. And he knows what knows what it means for Katsuki to come back; has washed the evidence from the sheets countless times, scrubbed the scent of him off his skin in the morning until it’s as red and raw as his heart.

Their home (+18) by Veradiciy [one shot, 2694 words]

There was nothing wrong with parking the car inside their garage. Nothing wrong with turning off the ignition and locking the car while still inside. Not even when the sensory light of the garage had went out a minute later to leave darkness at its wake. Having sex comes naturally between a mated couple like Bakugou and Midoriya in the late night during the start of Midoriya's heat.

Please scent me by fleurown [one shot, words]

In which Deku needs a quick favor at a party and Katsuki can't deny such a cute face.

eternity by PepeermintLeo [one shot, 9.724 words]

Izuku was Kacchan’s partner, in every sense of the word. He ruled right next to Kacchan’s side, an alpha and an omega, leading Kacchan’s tribe against all sorts of odds. As well as his romantic partner, steady and solid by his side but giving when emotions called for it.

Uncertainty by SuperiorDragonLord [one shot, 5129 words]

Izuku was getting worried. After a particularly rough rescue mission, Katsuki had yet to even have a full conversation with him. Tensions are running high and Izuku is starting to get tired of walking around on eggshells. When he finally decides to confront Katsuki about it things take a direction he hadn't been prepared for.

Devil in me (+18) by glamour_weebs [oneshot, 1699 words]

Katsuki's usually the one getting into fights over Deku when they go to the club, but this time, his Omega's the one that starts a fight over him, but he doesn't stop there. Deku's determined to mark his territory.

if you can’t find the moning light, i’m here tonight by yabakuboi [oneshot, 3488 words]

Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

Earned it (+18)by Morpheel [one shot, 6038 words]

Because within the illumination of lantern light stood a brothel’s worth of Omegas, all in various states of disarray, giggling and washing themselves without a care in the world to the army in their path.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Say it again by susurrxus [one shot, 7153 words // Part of the (incomplete) “Mina Ashido approve of this ship” series]

Katsuki discoveres he doesnt quite oppose to being called Daddy... nor does he oppose to abusing his Omega until he's a sobbing whore on the teachers desk.

#fanfic rec #fanfic recommendation #omegaverse #abo #katsudeku #bakudeku #bakuizu #bkdk positivity #bkdk #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x deku #bnha #mha #ao3 #archive of our own

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docholligay · 4 years

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Doc Loves Watership Down

FUCK DO I LOVE WATERSHIP DOWN. I love Watership Down. I love it so very much, it is without a doubt one of my favorite books of all time. It is the book I shove into people’s hands if they haven’t read it. (speaking of @rosepetalrevolution, did you ever finish it? You have the copy that has my notes ahahah.) It’s the only book or TV series or anything I’ve considered getting a tattoo of. I have El-ahrairah and the black rabbit in a circle on my jacket. I love it so much that if I had to name my kid a “fandom name,” Hazel would be one of a very short list (I would not, children are not billboards for your fandoms).

One of the discussions I often get into is “Watership Down isn’t a children’s novel” well it did in fact win the Guardian award for children’s literature and the Carnegie medal. I would unkindly argue that dark and intense books have long been part of children’s lives: Where the Red Fern Grows, Old Yeller, Bridge to Terabithia, etc. But in the last, oh, 20 years or so, and you see this in children’s movies too, there has been a movement to take the teeth out of everything. This is not because children are incapable of grappling with painful and difficult things, but because adults cannot handle helping their children navigate fear and sadness. It vexes them. Fear and sadness in fiction helps us learn how to deal with grief and cowardice and all manner of things. MAH SOAPBOX.

I wonder if my take on children’s lit, and ability to handle such things, doesn’t have something to do with my being Jewish. White goyische kids really don’t have to stare down the barrel of life, and so their parents value them keeping their ‘innocence’ and not being upset, but , this is not really an option for Jewish kids, who learn very quickly that the world will literally murder us in a grand swatch. We read fucking Number the Stars in second grade, there was no hiding it. So forgive me if I don’t feel bad that Brandlyn cries over a dead rabbit. She’ll be fine. It’s a learning experience.

I was 6 years old when my mother first read me Watership Down. It’s so strange, I’ve read Watership Down at least 25 times over the course of my life, and it’s been a different experience as I’ve gotten older and older. I can only speak about this in broad strokes as its the non-spoilery part of the gushing, but I think it stands up to rereads, and I think there’s plenty for an older reader to pick up in it.

In the fashion of a great deal of British Literature, it’s not written in a simplistic way. In fact, I think for your average 6-8 year old, it would almost certainly have to be read TO them. I have a weird perspective on stuff, as I was a VERY advanced reader, and so I don’t always know what kids can physically read. But I think your average 10-12 year old could read it. But the beauty of it really rests within that language, within the way Adams describes things and lays out the Lapin culture for you.

For really, this is one of the great strengths of the book: Rabbit life and culture is very different from human life and culture, and Adams does not shy away from that. The culture is incredibly well thought out, the myths are satisfying, and the motivations that drive them are utterly alien to our own. Adams writes about the rabbits and their culture in a way that is never sentimental, and always unblinking. Some people, I think, don’t connect with this. They’re much more used to what I might call a “disney-style” look at animals, where they are essentially humans with fur. Adams does not indulge in this, even slightly.

If you appreciate the massive world building of Lord of the Rings, you will appreciate Watership Down.

There’s also a real balance between the strengths of the rabbits, as well. Physical toughness is not devalued, it has its place. Cleverness has its place. Storytelling has its place. Literal prescience sometimes is not the most useful card in the hand. They all take their place and their part over the course of the novel. Everyone has a use in this, and only with all of them can they make it to where they need to go.

Ultimately, it’s a story of survival, and of dedication, and of the will to keep going. It’s a story about being clever and full of tricks, and outwitting your enemy. It’s about man, in parts, but ultimately its about what it means to be a rabbit, about the making of a hero. It’s about overcoming horrors and struggle in order to make something for yourself, and I think its a terribly strong novel. Right at the top of my list.

Spoilery under the cut

There’s a quote from a magazine or newspaper that says something to the effect of “If there is no room for Watership Down among children’s literature, then children’s literature is dead” and that’s basically my spicy take on the issue. Watership Down affected me more than any single book I read as a child, I think. So much of what I carried through into adulthood, so much of how I see myself and my place in the world, comes from this book.

And how do you not love a book that takes the destruction of the warren, the killing of so many rabbits, and instead of doing the weak thing and having it be all about how some farmer or whatever the fuck ever hated the rabbits, it comes down to “We were in their way. They killed us to suit themselves.” It’s a greater accusation of human nature than most things would dare to me. It’s brilliant in the way it conceives of humanity up against rabbitkind, not even so much as enemies, but creatures living in contest with each other.

When I was, oh god, probably in high school, I reread the book, and I saw it as an inherently Jewish book, about having to outwit all those who would try to kill you, about having to create your own home. Years later, I read a really good article from Rachel Kadish, who writes, just, great Jewish books, and she said she had the same experience, but she was smarter than me, and pointed out that so many people see their own journey in Watership Down, and that’s part of the genius of it. SO many people can read the story of their own heritage and culture onto that, or their own personal lives, and I think this is why it endures so fiercely. It connects to us all.

Much has been made of the fact that the female rabbits are only picked up for breeding purposes, and that’s a fine and fair criticism. But I am not of the mind to throw the baby out with the bathwater, and I think that rabbit culture is different enough from our own that for me as a kid, it didn’t bother me. If anything, it’s a fantastic point to introduce one’s children to the concept of ‘fix-it fic’ and ask them to imagine female rabbits, and what they might do, and how they might contribute beyond digging the dens and having children. But I am a fan of acknowledging when something doesn’t work for one within a story and fixing it yourself, or talking about it, versus simply 86ing it, if there are things one determines to be worth saving. I can’t live anyone’s life for them though.

One of the most important things to me about the book is that it ends with Hazel’s death after a relatively long and happy life. That is happily ever after, in the only real way it ever comes, and I don’t think many children’s books entrust children to be capable of learning that. And it’s not traumatic, Hazel literally ends up in the Owsla for El-ahrairah. It IS the happy ending, and it’s a good lesson for life in general, that to die fulfilled is a wonderful aspiration indeed.

#Holligay loves reading #Holligay is 34: The celebration #Doc Reads

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borisbubbles · 4 years

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17. CZECH REPUBLIC

Benny Christo - “Kemama”

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So first off, thank you for the nice commens. 😇The past few months haven’t been the happiest time for me, so thank you for your patience as I scraped my bearings together for another post! 😁

So I will now extend that same sympathy to Benny Christo, whom I think I damn fucking underrated. Let’s jump in~

ENTRY ANALYSIS

As one may expect i INSTANTLY liked “Kemama” because you know, it’s a fun, laid-back, tropical afro-breeze, completely different from anything else we would see in NFs and the year. EXACTLY the type of song I was hoping the Czech NF would deliver (and deliver they did, see NF Corner). This level of mild like swung into strong unironic like upon realizing that the title is a contraction of “Okay Mother” 😍 and the song deals with the subject of overcoming racially-tinged discrimination and rising above the hate. That just feels very poetic and apt? “Kemama” felt like the entry that had to overcome the highest odds in order to earn the respect it so fully deserves, and still hasn’t fully reached it.

.In our Western European bubble, comprised mostly of gays and left-liberal straights, we have a very grateful and universal acceptance of many different kinds of [lizard] people that make up Eurovision casts. Yet with “Kemama” we may have reached an unusually grimy undercurrent of coded racism.

Of course nothing I read was outrageously rancid, than Cod for that. The worst statement I read was a double-whammy of “EWW THIS ISN’T CARIBBEANVISION” and “WHY WOULD SOMEONE FROM *KENYA* WANT TO REP CZECHIA IN EUROVISION?”, and yes they first got the continent wrong and then *also* got the country wrong in the follow-up post and then they were torn limb from limb by a pack of aformentioned left-liberals. I’m sorry but i can’t not have any other response than laughter in the face of yet another fucking MORON faceplanting themselves with words like a... racist JK Rowling if you will?

Still, while I never read something outright vile about Benny doesn’t mean I found his deniers really annoying and they were! Think “Ew Solovey is ‘Too Aggressive’ it will NEVER DO WELL IN ESC”, a statement that isn’t coded nor racist (and yet extremely false and misguided), functioned as a similar idea by the same minds. A statement borne from the same breed of narrow-minded stubbornness which has caused elitist morons to be all “there is **SOMETHING** about “Kemama” i do *NOT* like and I cannot lay my finger on it... but I **DO NOT** like it at ALL. It won’t ever qualify because everyone will think the same way I do” -- Eurovision snobs, tiptoeing around racial coda in January 2020.

They would also insist that Benny was “arrogant” because he was seemingly impervious to their (de)constructive criticism. Like, if you were a biracial butterfly living in a slavic country who had to deal with statements such as the above on a regular basis, you WOULD block out the noise. And if you heard them often enough you will start to block them out pre-emptively. DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW COPING MECHANISMS WORK?? (oh wait you’re white-privileged. Nevermind 🙄)

So naturally, when Benny decided that he would revamp “Okay Mother” by adding in MORE African elements it only made me love him even more lol. 😍 Was it a bull-headed, contrarian and possibly really stupid decision? Yes, yes and absolutely yes. Was it worth it? Well he managed to incite even more meltdowns in a group of people I feel nothing but contempt for, so hell yeah? Eurovision was cancelled anyway so who cares how much ‘worse’ “Kemama” actually got.

Okay, so we’ve arrived at the revamp.

Granted, it wasn’t the best ‘vamp, I’d be a fool to deny it. The new elements threw a wrench in the melodic balance of the song. Out went tropical laid-back fun, IN went that fucking guitar oh my god this is some Hotel FM piano levels of overbearing I swear. (nb: this still didn’t stop me from ironically stanning Hotel FM’s lame asses anyway 😍). However, it made the personal backstory that I loved and savoured take a backseat to the now inferior composition. 😭

Regardless, New Kemama was fundamentally the same song, and I fundamentally liked Old Kemama, so whatevs, it made no different to me. In the eyes of many Eurovision diehards we were experiencing WORST PRESHOW SEASON EVER (after three songs... lol) and nothing clinches this brainworm more than a revamp announcement. “OH MY GOD HE WILL RUIN IT! I CAN GUARANTEE YOU I *WON’T* LIKE IT”. Self-fulfilling prophecies, ya know? It certainly didn’t help when the official channel accidentally uploaded a vid with broken soundmixing (‘OMG HORRIBLE LAST IN THE SEMI!!!!’ calm the ever-loving HELL down) and took another FULL WEEK to upload the correct vid. The damage had already been done. Typing "SEE I TOLD YOU THE REVAMP WOULD BE SHITE HA HA HA” in the Kemama comment box really just is the ESC equivalent of reponding with “Actually, *all* lives matter :smug:” to a BLM support pamphlet, isn’t it?

NF CORNER

While not my favourite NF of the bunch, I found the Czech NF to be lowkey epic. Not epic enough to remember its name but regardless Czechvision or whatever marked the end of an era because it was also the last selection spearheaded by Jan Bors :o

I think I’ve made it clear enough in the past that I’m somewhat mixed on Bors Era Czechia - Lake Malawi were a toetapping good, Ickolas was a pockmarked, skin-crawling evil and the other three inhibit a purgatory somewhere between “moderately nice” and “moderate timewaste.”

Still, I have great respect for the man who orchestrated Czech’s comeback after scoring NINE POINTS TOTAL across three years with the mindset of “So what? Why says we can’t win?” so ofc I was all into the idea of the “EIGHT INDIE ANGELS, HAND-PICKED BY BORS HIMSELF” NF that would serve as his swan song.

Naturally things went down the drain the second Bors left, with one of the eight peacing and his successor cancelling the live broadcast (does anyone remember what exactly happened? I vaguely recall one was the cause of the other but lol it’s July can’t be bothered to factscheck (Factsczeck?) anymore, bitches.

Anyway, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF, and yes, there was plenty.

We All Poop - “ All the Blood (Positive Song Actually)”

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Yes, as you can imagine I ofc IMMEDIATELY fell into like when I saw that chyron and invisioned the inevitability of the Czech Rep’s Rep immediately alienating every parent just based on their name alone <3 😍 w/e WAP quickly became that “Good but not great” song you find in every NF that everyone gushes over because it’s the whitest option available. Like, yes, “All the blood” is good, but musically it’s identical to Green Day and Twenty-One Pilots and god name ANY 90s-early00′s American Punk Rock band. For me the enjoyment came from the fact that WAP were openly crazy vegan fundamentalists and the VC clip actively condemns the use ANY animal protein by replacing the cattle and game with LITERAL HUMAN BEINGS. 😍 :fusedmarcintensifies: :kasiamosage:

Pam Rabbit - “Get up”

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Ohhhh YES a glorious experimental Synth-Trap song only I could love and ofc I did. God what is there even to say; the provocative darkness of the verses combined with the swirling amorphousness of the chorus gives me LIFE. LUFF THIS SHIT <3333 Ftr, this was also the fave of Slovene Juror duo / synth angels / Boris faves ZALAGASPER, further proving their pathetic naysayers that they own all things music and the haters can suck a series of-

Barbora Mochowa - “White and Black Holes“

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Lol, yes even with a “Get up” existing, there was a song I liked even more. Barbora proved a very competent Lana del Gay last year, but I was a YUGE fan of this year’s... Kate Bush-Björk blend of ethereal awesome. It is so soothingly beautiful and the rare example of a song that I find completely free of flaws. Were the competition not such a hard place, I’d be pissed she didnt win (at least she won the jury vote MASSIVE KUDOS to every alum on that) but w/e this selection had opions and I’m rather robbed of a “Kemama” than I am of a BRILLIANT IRREPLICABLE AETHERBALLAD. ~Danse balance sûr les white and black holes~

Elis Mraz & Cis T - “Wanna be like”

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I *VERY* strongly felt that if the Czech Republic wanted to win ESC, they should have picked Elis and even now I STILL believe she could have won. That isn’t to say I gushed over “Wanna be like” because I find it kind of annoying lol. Yes, I LOVE an annoying female voice (:Tones&Icackle:) but Elis’s reaches a Camilla Cabello sort of place for me (good lord get Senorita OFF the fucking radio) and the Scat + White Guy Rapping middle-eight. 😬. However, the second I opened up the video clip for this paragraph and was immediately BLASTED by Elis murdering a ukelele and wearing a “schoolgirl” outfit straight from a Japanese tentacle porn movie and OH MY GOD THE AGGRESSIVE TWERKING made me reconsider that hey, this min-sized Meghan Traynor actually kinda highkey owns, yo! Yet, I’m not at all bothered we lost her in the Czech NF because we got UNO DOS QUATRO CINCO SEIS :fatmansplit: fill up the megameme slot instead, so...

Eurovision 2020 vs Eurovision 2021

BENNY RUINED HIS SONG AND NEVER WOULD HAVE QUALIFIED. jk I’m not a moron. Sure, “Kemama” wasn’t an easy sell because you know AFROBEAT in a contest where half of the people watching are fash (ie: all of Eastern Europe, who watch out of ~Nationalistic Sentiment~ 😬), but there are Kemama live renditions out there and he owns them SO hard lol. A few soundmixing issues really would not have stopped Benny from qualifying in that RIDICULOUSLY WEAKSAUCE SEMIFINAL are you fucking kidding me. He probably would’ve bombed in the Grand Final, but I mean it’s Czech and it’s not Ickolas so ofc it would have.

And Czech renewed him for 2021 regardless of the sceptics, woohoo! I think part of it was due the Czech not wanting to re-organize an ENTIRE NF from scratch without Jan Bors, but probably also because Benny owns live when he isn’t engaged in psychological trench warfare with actual human detritus <3 and also because the Czech fucking CARE about their artists and don’t drop them like a sack of rotten potatoes wtfshitprus.

Can’t wait for the moment when he qualifies and Efendi does not, etc, etc.

FREAKY! FRIDAY! FACTOR!

I’d say that the core around which the Ben Drama spun was pretty standard fare: niche fave beats out the concensus fave, meltdowns ensue, people convince themselves it was the WRONG decision because it wasn the result they wanted, try to disown the song and make a fool of themselves because the song slaps, sorry. Even the revamp drama felt more of less generic for me, because yawn fantards melting down over a revamp of a song they don’t even like what else is new.

However, what I do take away that the revamp was ENTIRELY Benny’s idea which he told no one about (cue to JAN BORS having a social media meltdown like he’s Caesar at the Ides of March 💔) added MORE afrobeat just to troll his haters even more <3 God, I’d say it was bad from a musical perspective but this level of in-your-face defiance is fucking iconic and hilarious, sorry. This entire this year is so batshit bonkers that the concept of a someone potentially shooting themselves in the foot and “torpedo’ing” their qualification chances (not rly, he would’ve Q’d anyway lol) JUST to take the moral high ground in a racially coded argument only HE took seriously may not even be the craziest concept in the year! (lol it definitely isn’t. Look at the pics I haven’t greyed out yet)

This and more yield Benny some well-earned Senheads! Yay!!

Score: 3 Senhits out of 5.

#Eurovision #Eurovision 2020 #Eurovision Song Contest #Czech Republic #Czechia #Bohemia #Ben Christovão #Benny Christo

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