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mamayan · 1 year ago

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This turned into a full fic :3 ~★ In honor of some monster fucking!

Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling

tw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Non-Human Morality • Kidnapping • afab Reader • Dubcon • Oral (F) • Grooming (reader is of consenting adult age) • Forced Mating • Imprisonment • Violence (not toward reader) • Implied Murder • Rough Sex • Praise • Overstimulation • Dumbification • Belly Bulge • Size Kink

Part Two: Here

“…hic…sniff…”

Dark eyes glanced into the cool night, curious as to what creature was disturbing his evening.

“…hic…” it came again, much to his chagrin.

The still lake reflected the full moon like a mirror. To his left, not too far off, he honed in on the disturber. Something small and curled up. Shaking. The oddity enough to catch his full attention as he stood silently. The night his home and prison as he swiftly left in a puff of smoke over to the location of his intruder.

You.

His first instinct to end your miserable life, a human somehow entering his domain and crossing his barriers, but upon a closer look… he realized you were of his own kind.

A changeling at that. An abandoned fae left to die in the hands of mortals. Few if any live to maturity like this, but your short human stature led him to believe your growth was surely stunted due to neglect. Young fae needed abundant love and care in their infancy, the first 100 years of life incredibly crucial for their development. Least they end up like him and his kingdom. You were even younger than full maturity, though your physical body had completed it’s growth, your magic was weak and juvenile.

You were making odd noises which drew his curiosity, moving closer to your form, face buried in your lap as you hunched over your drawn up legs. Your feet were bare as the edges of the water lapped at them. Clothing sparse and tattered, rags unfit for even a human, let alone a Fae nearing maturity.

“Noisy little thing,” he hums aloud, startling you as you jolt and nearly throw yourself into the water. Your neck snaps up, pretty face swollen and blotchy from tears looking up and up until you saw a creature looming over you.

Your scream is cut off by a clawed dark hand, slapping over your mouth and muffling the cry as you try to jerk away in fear and panic. He watches in mild amusement, snickering as you realize your struggle is futile and efforts dying down. “Scream if you like, but none other than I will hear it out here.” He assures ominously, thin onyx colored lips pulling back to bare his razor sharp canines and pearly teeth at you. His grin savage and delighted in your terror.

He watches curiously as your wide doe eyes well up with tears, the crystalline droplets spilling up and over your cheeks, soft lips quivering beneath his palm. You reminded him of an animal imploring their predator for mercy by revealing their underbelly. There was a word for it…

Cute. His mind conjured at last. He found you cute, a changeling bold enough to intrude into the kingdom of the corrupted. You hadn’t even dropped the mirage covering you, old magic from your biological family still covering your natural appearance to mimic the human you parasitized off the life of.

“Why do you cry little one?” He asks softly, attempting not to terrify you further and avoid his questions.

You hesitate, but his molten gold eyes seem to melt through your defenses despite his dangerous and beautiful appearance. “I’m wrong,” you sniffle, grateful when he removes his enormous hand off your face, the sharp claws tipped in gold frightening against your soft breakable skin. “All wrong… and I don’t know what to do.” You curl back up around yourself, as if he too will cast judgement upon you.

He awkwardly mimics your stance, curiosity blazing as watches you in fascination. You find the way his monstrously large form contorts to sit like you somewhat baffling and amusing, less frightened now that he doesn’t seem to wish you harm.

“How are you wrong then?” He pries further, cupping his defined jaw and leaning into his hand as he observes.

“I’m not…I’m not human—I’m a—a—,” you stumble, unsure if this night is even real anymore. The shock so great you’re still trying to cope.

“A faery?” He supplies, amused by the way you gesture with your hands, expression so open and easy to read. “A changeling raised amongst humans to feed off their happiness?” His deep voice purrs it happily, as if he’s glad for it.

He is. His hatred of humans not something he feels the need to hide.

You appear devastated though, “I didn’t mean to—I don’t want to hurt or make anyone unhappy.” You mumble miserably, tugging at your hair and skin, as if that will dispel the magic which hides your true appearance.

“That’s just how our kind is, we need that happiness to grow properly.” He rubbles, eyeing your shocked expression. “We also happen to be fickle creatures ironically, and if a newborn is thought to need too much care, it is pawned off on humans who have more patience.” He clarifies, smiling as you seem to take him in with new eyes.

“You— are you a faery too? You just seem…” he chuckles as you awkwardly trail off.

“Evil? Centuries ago humans once called me the devil,” he laughs, his dark hair falling into his face like a waterfall as he shakes the loose fluffy curls, his pointed horns jutting from the top of his forehead jet black and smooth like ivory. He was too beautiful to call a devil, though you supposed it could be because of that which he was deemed so. His every feature seeming to catch your gaze with it’s beauty.

“I was going to say different…” you trail off shyly. “You don’t seem evil to me at least.”

He pauses, taking you in again as you regard him with those harmless eyes still wet with drying tears. It’d been centuries too since he’d left his kingdom, the entrance to the veil this lake he occasionally comes up to lounge by. He hasn’t seen a human since then, let alone a changeling or uncorrupted little faery like you.

He likes those pretty tears. He finds it annoying you shed them for humans you should guiltlessly take from.

His smile widens, eyes glittering mischievously and nearly glowing as he leans closer. The smell of sugar and cinnamon wafting off of him as you breathe in, nearly gasping as your mouth waters.

“How’s this little one? I’ll teach you how to be a faery, to show you there is nothing wrong with you.”

His eyes, where they should be white are entirely inky black, golden irises with reddened pupils framed by dark thick lashes, looked sincerely upon you.

He seemed genuine and kind despite his towering humanoid figure which looked to be capable of killing you easily.

It warmed you though, the thought of wanting to belong strong as you nod with a smile.

“I’d be eternally grateful.” You nod.

Sealing your fate.

“Tell me your name.” He asks sweetly, because despite his menacing size and sharp teeth and nails, your new friend was nothing but kind and gentle with you.

“Y/N” you reply easily, letting him playfully ruffle your hair as he picks out the leaves which got tangled in your locks from your travels here.

When he repeats it though, wonderful shivers shoot down your spine. He smiles, cooing at you like one might a baby as a he teases, “Such a cute name for a cute faery.”

You weakly protest, but fall into easy laughter as he swiftly changes the subject.

He was discussing proper fae etiquette. The basics, to not say please or thank you or I’m sorry. They all meant you expected more from the other or wouldn’t reciprocate, and that was just bad manners.

His soft hands, which could easily cover your entire face, were settled on your upper arms, having sat you in the grass against his chest.

He liked holding you close. Your little figure so soft, and from the dark circles beneath your human appearance, he assumed the neglect from the humans you resided amongst was growing worse. It was bad for your development.

“You should come live out here, they are vile creatures you know.” He comments every time you visit, though he never forces you to stay with him.

“It’s because I make them unhappy…” you explain sheepishly.

He shakes his head, thick brow arching as he rolls his eyes. “You are nearly completely mature now, you suck no happiness from your surroundings anymore silly girl.” Your confusion was palpable as he sighs and further explains, enjoying the squish of your tender flesh as he lightly squeezes you.

“While it is true fae infants are quite the hassle to raise, it isn’t as tortuous as humans make it out to be. In fact, most fae will take their child back if not treated well by their human surrogates.”

You hum, relaxing back against his warm chest and breathing in his sugary scent.

“So why wasn’t I—,” you stop short, brows furrowed but no longer speaking.

He doesn’t pry further, leaning his chin atop your head as he looks out at the lake.

“You won’t tell me?” You push, annoyed how he dances around your question endlessly. Your companion close enough that you feel insulted he won’t reveal it.

“My name is not to be uttered aloud, least calamity befall this land~” he’s teasing, you know he is, but still he refuses to divulge his name. “I gave you mine,” you argue again, huffing as he chuckles and lightly shoves you to your back on the grass, leaning over you and caging you in beneath him.

The moon is bright like the first time you’d met, illuminating his other worldly beauty.

“If you wish to call me something, call me Master,” he laughs, his sharp teeth no longer scaring you, but making your thighs squeeze together whenever he flashes them. He acts nothing like an immortal being, too immature and jovial to resemble someone having lived for thousands of years.

“So why do you get my name, but I don’t get yours?” You question in annoyance, avoiding his kiss to your cheek by jerking your face away. He huffs, sharp gaze daring you to dodge again.

You do. Earning yourself a warning nip to your collarbone as you yelp.

“Mean!” You cry, pushing at his chest as he snickers.

“Yes little flower, I am very, very, mean.” He rumbles, chest literally vibrating much like a cat does to purr.

“You give me weird nicknames…” you mutter, giving up as he licks your cheek. You don’t fight it, even as it feels foreign to you, trying to accept this side of your culture.

He licks your neck, lavishing the point where your pulse races with wet kisses and you tremble and struggle to act unaffected beneath him.

His smile is dangerous outside your view.

“Star!” You giggle, his rumble of irritation not the least intimidating to you as you roll away.

“That is an awful nickname.” He hisses, face twisted in disgust as you throw out the most horrendous names you could conjure in your pretty head at him.

“Lumi!” He growls.

“Then… Kitty?” He nearly bites you, careful not to play too roughly as he lightly tackles you down.

“If I give you a nickname, will you cease your little game?” He feels his anger fade as he wraps his arms around your smaller figure, easily pulling you into his lap. You don’t even flinch, too engrossed in your amusement to care where he handles you. You nod happily, your wish finally being fulfilled.

“Very well you stubborn creature,” he chides, “In addition to Master, you may also call me King.”

You frown. Clearly displeased by the lack of intimacy in the name. He laughs, amused by your obvious dislike. He kisses your puffed cheeks, over your pouty lips, and down to your vulnerable neck. Snickering as he goes, adoring how you so easily become pliant for him.

“I am teasing pretty flower, there was a time long ago I was called Ava, will you settle now?” He asks, voice husky as he sucks a mark into your skin, your little whine flaring his desires.

A strong urge to press you down and mate you nearly overpowers his control, but he merely holds you close and breathes your floral scent in to calm himself.

“I still prefer Kitty…” His eye twitches.

“Ava… this feels weird…” he pauses, looking down at your small form still cloaked like a human. Weak beneath him, partially nude as your skirt is pulled up to your soft belly. Your thighs are spread and shaking, his lips sucking another mark onto the thin skin of your inner thigh while you writhe.

He had your wet dripping slit open to the night air and his lustful gaze, begging for his tongue to taste.

“You don’t want to please me?” He asks, purring as you pout but deny. You were such a good little girl for him after all, so eager to learn and soak up his attention.

He resumes, licking down your thigh until his face rested above the warm mound you so sweetly offered him.

“You’re being so good for me petal, can you keep your legs open or should I help you?” He doesn’t need to look up to know you’re shaking in arousal and embarrassment. He can feel the tremors through the air as you struggle to keep your thighs spread as he asked.

“I-I need help…” you admit, feeling terribly hot as he keeps licking you, except where you seem to ache for him to lick.

He easily shifts forward, arms wrapping around you and letting your legs rest over his shoulders as he finally lets his tongue slip out to taste you.

You glance down, choking at the sight and feeling as he lets his entire tongue come out, the appendage inhumanly long and colored purple. It feels strange, the wet slimy feeling of his tongue slithering through your folds, but when he nudges the tiny nub hidden above your slit, you moan.

It sends jolts of electricity through you, hips canting up so he can to lick there again, earning you a hearty chuckle as he obliges. Licking and even curling his tongue around it, riling you up as your tiny hole leaks arousal and drips down your ass to the earth below.

“You’re making a mess petal, do you feel good? Should I stick my tongue inside you this time?” You moan, feeling the muscle prod at your unused vaginal entrance, too hazy to bother responding. He doesn’t wait for your answer, letting the thin tip of his tongue lap and taste your heady desire before poking and wiggling inside you.

It has your legs shooting straight, back arching as he holds you down with one large hand placed over your belly and chest. He groans as he feels the molten texture of your insides struggling against his intrusion, trying to force him out of your tight heat as he surges forward.

The tip of his tongue curls, swirling up and knocking the air from your lungs as a rush of hot liquid spills from your insides for him to drink down.

You shook and twitched, moaning and curling your hands around his curved horns like a handle.

The touch sends blood racing to his cock, as he moans and loudly slurps your cum down with audible squelching, enjoying the cries you released into the quiet night.

He lets you rest as he pulls back for just a moment, your body limp and panting as your high comes down.

“Good girl~” he praises, leaning over you to kiss softly at your sweaty skin, licking that too and tasting the sweet and salty mixture.

Then he’s pressing his lips against yours, forcing them open to sneak his long tongue inside your mouth, filling it and claiming that space too as his own. You’re helpless to resist, delirious on pleasure as he devours you, wiggling muscle curling and rubbing erotically around your own.

He tastes like sugar and something heavier, more musky, as you come to realize it as your own taste.

“Is this… really normal…?” You can help but ask as he pulls away, his lips still sticking close to trail kisses across your skin.

“It’s quite normal little flower, are you shy still?” He asks curiously, lifting one of your small hands and bringing it to his face, his size dwarfing you considerably. He lightly nibbles on your fingers, making a giggle bubble up as you smile and then squirm when he grins and licks your hand instead.

“A little…” you admit honestly. Always so honest and open.

He nods, as if completely understanding.

“That’s alright, we’re in no rush, I’ll teach you slowly…” there’s something else not said in his words, and you’re left drunk on his pheromones and lips as he distracts you. Then he’s kissing down, discarding your clothing and leaving you naked for his mouth and curious fingers.

Your breasts are lavished in his saliva, pebbled nipples sucked until standing upright before poked down with the tip of his tongue playfully. Always so playful, Ava nips and teases your skin, blinking innocently when you moan and glare accusingly.

“It’s not my fault you enjoy this so much petal~” he pouts, looking comical and so harmless, his glittery gold wings, almost translucent behind him, fluttering as if indignant to your silent accusation.

The golden tattoos which marked his skin more visible tonight, his clothing more minimal in his wish to feel more of you as he explores and plays.

Then he’s parting your thighs and throwing you into ecstasy again.

“Who did it?”

You sat curled around yourself, terror and dread swirling inside of you at the new side of Ava you’d never been graced with before.

The side you supposed was reserved for his enemies, but now showed to you.

Despite your fear, the tears spilling down your cheeks, and the injuries you bore, you still remained stubbornly silent.

He was going insane with rage and anguish.

You truly were a flower. So delicate and easily destroyed.

“Y/N… while I am being reasonable…Tell. Me. Who. Did. It.”

For all the times he’d made himself smaller, less alarming and more charming than his true nature called for, it made this time more appallingly. He stood to his full height, like an unwavering tree he did not budge or allow you to leave, golden eyes flaring and mixing with his red pupils to create something alarming. Even the markings which covered his dark skin seemed to glow and match his eyes, magic crackling in the air and silencing the night further.

As if the stars and moon were frightened too.

Still, still, you did not speak, even as he closed in on you, your fear so strong it almost choked him. Almost. He was too angry, too furious with the humans he liked to cast out of his mind. They needed to be taught a lesson it seemed. Their fear of the Fae renewed. They were becoming arrogant, as if their species was even in the same standing as them.

Your pretty injured face and form, battered from abuse and humiliation, was all the information he truly needed.

If you wanted to protect them, and not tell him, then he’d just punish them all as if they were the culprits.

It soothed him finally, his decision made as the ominous energy around him faded slowly. He let his rage dissipate, worry and concern bleeding through now as he crouched and shuffled towards you, claws spread and outstretched towards you.

“Come here Y/N, keep your secrets, but allow me to hold and comfort you…” his eyes darkened, the glow leaving behind almost a copper color, somber as he looks at you. There’s not pity in his eyes though, as you swallow and sigh in relief, grateful to crawl into his warm embrace where it feels safe.

He’s gentle as he wraps you in his arms, lips and tongue soothing as he tastes your tears and blood.

He grits his teeth, focusing on your scent and the feel of you to calm himself again, before letting his magic seep into your skin. You easily absorbed it, soaking it up like a sponge as your pain and injuries heal.

“Ava—?” Your eyes widen, amazement in their depths which stroke his ego as he taps his forehead against your own. His horns slightly tangling in your hair.

“Do you not want to drop the illusion on yourself?” He asks softly, staring at the human image your portray. He didn’t want to admit it, but it enraged him to see you still trying to live amongst them.

You seem surprised, before looking away nervously.

“It just feels strange… to not see myself anymore,” you confess, burrowing deeper into his chest while enjoying his ability to heal and soothe you. His sugary smell lightening your heavy heart.

He nods slowly, eyes staring at nothing over the still lake.

He holds you a little tighter.

Then you’re asleep.

The burns and screams of the people echo, the night come to life with flames and chaos.

Ava stands leisurely, smile filled with fondness as he watches the human village he’d followed and found to be your residence burn.

He’d spent all night playing with them, listening to them confess the awful things they’d done to you, said to you, and tried to do to you. They even thought of sacrificing you to some nonexistent deity, which only prolonged the nightmare he’d turned the populace into.

He laughed as the sounds swirled into music for his ears, the sharp points curling in delight as he hummed a tune older than the trees towering in this forest.

The night was still coming to an end sadly, and he’d need to return to your unconscious body still where he’d left it.

He didn’t want to let you wake in your new home alone after all.

His body covered in the blood of mortals he’d torn into and feasted on, Ava left them to perish.

Alone you woke. In a bed four times the size of any normal one, within the walls of a palace you’d only ever seen depicted in stories told by faraway travelers.

You glanced down, at hands unlike ones you were accustomed to seeing. You were nude, unable to hide from yourself as you felt tears begin to sprout. The illusion magic wasn’t working, and you couldn’t understand why.

This body was your true form, not that of the human you continuously tried to convince yourself you were. You hadn’t showed Ava, too afraid he’d see your appearance and dislike you for it.

While he was magnificent, you felt puny and odd.

A hiss snatches you from your self loathing, eyes flicking up to land on the one you’d just been thinking of.

He was covered in something, though you weren’t entirely sure what until he moved closer. The pearls lining his chambers glowed softly, his appearance more vibrant as he closed the distance between himself and the bed you laid on.

You sucked in a breath, realization dawning as the red contrasts against his skin. His lower face completely smeared in it, but his lips seemed clean. Until he grinned, red stained sharp teeth with chunks of dark meat stuck in between.

You remembered briefly him mentioning being mistaken for a demon.

You finally understood as a strange fear blossomed in your gut and you scooted away. Confusion and terror consuming you, but your body not catching up with your mind, because it recognized his scent and touch. You didn’t move quick enough, a clawed hand easily curling around your ankle and tugging you close. You slid smoothly over the cool silk, brought close to his body radiating heat. He only wore trousers, his taloned feet bare and ankles revealed as he’d cuffed them up to avoid bloody human fingers trying to grip them.

“Oh my little flower, look at you,” his eyes are swirling melted gold, enchanting and so disorienting. His beauty becoming savage with the blood and human flesh he adorned.

“A-Ava…” you want to ask, but you also don’t want the answer.

Did he find out who hurt you? Or was it unrelated? It seemed too coincidental.

Your chest constricted painfully as he stared down at you in wonder. Your true form so lovely it took his breath away, your image so fitting for you it was a wonder why you didn’t prefer this over your human mirage. Your ears, pointed like his own, were curled down a little with your emotions, as his eyes traced your face.

The shape was the same, your body still so small, and your eyes still expressed every little thought without fail.

He hated to admit it was even cuter, though he mused it was likely because he was the first to see your true form.

An abandoned young changeling, one he only took mild interest in, had him so thoroughly ravenous for all of you now.

“Isn’t this more comfortable petal? Instead of masquerading as a filthy human, aren’t you happier to just be you now?” His callous words seem off, but you can’t quite fathom it all as the shock settles in.

“My precious flower faery, are you scared?” Yes, you wanted to scream, as his bloody face and body near you, his sugary scent over powered by the scent of iron and death. Fae hated iron. He shouldn’t be comfortable.

You choked, jerking back and trying to crawl away from him, but he still had your ankle caged in his hand.

He laughs, but it’s empty and devoid of any true humor as he stares down at you with something dark in his gaze.

He yanks you back, harshly and sending a jolt of pain up your leg as you cry out, pulled back beneath him as he crawls onto the bed over you.

He’s too close, nausea consuming you as you smell and see the gore adorning him.

He finds your useless fear amusing and annoying all at once.

“I asked you a question little flower.” He grips your face, smushing your cheeks and making you look at him.

He rolls his eyes as the tears you so love to shed spill down your cheeks.

“Yes… I-I’m scared…” his smile softens, almost becoming sweet and familiar.

“Good. You should be.” Your blood runs cold.

He has the mercy to bathe, but not alone. You watch as the spray of water from some sort of piping turns pink as it disappears through tiny holes in the marble floor.

He’s nude, like you, and even though you cower and try to turn away, he easily stops any and all retreats with hardly any effort.

“I thought you didn’t like the blood? I’m still not clean petal.” His fluffy curls are flattened by the water falling above, the warm spray soaking you both as you try not to wonder why the sticky redness won’t just wash away with the water. The dried portions difficult to get off without physically touching and rubbing him with your soapy hands. You wanted to know why he was doing this, being so mean.

His ears look more distinct with his hair flat, onyx horns prominent against his forehead as his lashes hold droplets of water to frame his golden eyes.

You try not to show it, but as the blood clears and his dark smooth gold lined skin is revealed, you notice the hard lines of muscle and purple veins which protrude.

You only come up just below his chest, and you can’t look down, least you see it again.

He was making you nervous and scared on purpose, but you couldn’t understand why.

Like a coward you didn’t ask either, because you feared the answer even more.

Ava shifts, fingers coming up to cup your face in his hands and tilt your head up as he leans over you and blocks the water falling. His claws jut out beside your head, one lightly tickling your pointed little ear.

He licks his lips, loving the sight of you soaked and naked, your pretty form so enthralling to his eyes he struggles to contain himself.

“Do you want my help…?” His tone is condescending, eyes uncaring in the least about your inner turmoil.

“Here,” he drops one hand, engulfing your wrist and forcing you to plant your hand against his abdomen. “You have to wash like this—,” he teaches patiently, like none of this was happening and everything was fine. He moves your soft little hand back and forth, the soap quick to wash away as the water continues to fall. “You need more soap petal.” He informs gently, moving to stop the warm spray and letting you both stand in silence now, drops of water falling the only noise besides your breathing.

He sighs when you don’t move, your eyes trained on the corner of the spacious bathing room, where an in ground bath rests. He would take you to the hot springs later.

He fills the hand he has control of with soap, and amuses himself with using it like a washcloth, your little fingers curling as your lips tilt down into a frown.

“Since you need the help,” he goads, watching as those sweet familiar doe eyes flash up a glare from the corner of your eye.

He smiles, a nasty grin filled with something sinister as he chuckles darkly. “Don’t want to be my good girl anymore?” It’s a loaded question you’re unsure of how to answer.

It hardly matters as he forces your hand down, until you jolt at the change in body part you were touching. He forces your fingers to close around his throbbing length, unable to touch or fully wrap around it as your head jerks instinctively to look at what he was making you do.

“A-Ava—,” you try to pull away, but to no avail. He only hums, the soap like lube as he uses your hand to jerk his cock, amused as you stare in shock. He won’t let you go, not when the sight of your smaller form holding his leaking rod is so arousing he comes a minute a later. Hips thrusting with the timing of the squeeze he forces your hand to hold, hot ropes of his seed shooting out onto your chest and belly as he cages you with his free arm from moving away. He allows his purple tapered tip to smear the remaining pearls of his seed on your skin, ignoring your whine of protest as he paints you.

“Fuck, that’s it, be good for me pretty girl,” he growls lightly, chest rattling as he releases his pent up frustration on your confused form.

Really, you couldn’t be more adorable covered in his release looking dazed.

His golden eyes heavy lidded as he crouches down to catch your lips in a heated kiss.

You swallow nervously, staring at Ava as he stares at you from across his bed chambers.

You’d fallen asleep after… after bathing, if you could even call it that, and awoken later to find yourself alone again. Ava missing and your body covered by fine silk sheets while you slept.

You’d scrambled about the room looking for escape, finding nothing but a single exit locked, which Ava now stood before.

He wore a pair of silken sleep pants, tailored to his enormous figure as well as a matching robe left loose and revealing a majority of his chest and abdomen. His wings weren’t physical but a magic which naturally formed behind him, you’d learned.

The gold markings on his body were duller than earlier, his eyes less vibrant and more cool as he looks at you.

He seems more… familiar. Less of the Ava covered in blood and flesh of humans and more of the one you’ve befriended.

He’s silent, unmoving as he stands still in the doorway.

You don’t want to make the first move, unsure in this new environment, but you similarly disliked all of this distance and miscommunication between you both.

You moved cautiously, much like the skittish animal he likens you to in his mind, off the bed. You’d wrapped yourself in one of his sheets, his scent clinging to you the only thing stopping him from tearing it off you in annoyance. He stays put, muscles taunt and jaw clenched as you approach him like he might harm you.

He debated it.

Briefly showing you why you should be obedient and just listen, but dismissing it in favor of you liking him at least to some degree.

When you reach him, he merely stares down at you, face impassive unlike your nervous and awkward expression.

“Ava…?” He finally shifts, leaning down to close the distance a little but still not touching you. It’s you who initiates, because he’s certain he’s trained you well enough in your past touch starved state that you can’t resist the comfort and warmth he provides. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your figure to his while looking up with those honest eyes he adores.

He finally relaxes, your touch so addicting he was unable to resist wrapping you further into his embrace while lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, warm bare cunt now pressed against his abdomen while your arms come around his neck. The sheet loosening and falling down to pool at his feet. He finally smiles at your flustered state, not letting you climb down to grab it, instead moving you both towards his—your—bed and easily laying you down to drape over you.

“You’re calmer than I imagined you’d be…” he murmurs against the skin of your neck, kissing up to your jaw. “Should I prepare for your wrath later little flower?” He muses, lifting up to look at your expression.

“Was that blood… from a human?” You look guarded but he isn’t surprised.

“Yes.”

“Did you kill them?” He affirms again.

“Was it because of… me?” Those sweet eyes looked so haunted as you asked, as if you knew what he was going to say.

“No. It wasn’t because of you.”

You check his face, as if he were a human and would lie to you as they do.

“Then why did you do it?” You breathed, sagging in relief beneath him. His lips twitch, molten eyes shining with adoration as he looks upon you.

“They greatly offended me.” He answers vaguely, but it was the truth. They offended him by breathing and walking the earth. It was a direct insult to him. They only met misfortune because they caught his attention.

You seemed happy to accept whatever rid you of any guilt, looking up at him less fearfully now that he was clean and not being mean to you. Though, you both shared very different definitions of being “mean”.

“Am I staying the night?” You asked him curiously. You had thought he’d brought you here as he didn’t know where your home in the village was when you’d fallen asleep.

He shook his head, lips curling higher.

“You’re staying forever.” He declares, sweet scent filling your senses as he comes close enough to kiss you.

Then he does.

You thought his teasing was funny, lips tilting up finally as the awkwardness dissipates and familiarity rises.

This is your Ava, warm sweet Ava that smells so good it makes you crave sweets you cannot afford.

He presses you further into the unfathomably soft bed, his lips demanding as you open for him.

“Ava,” you break the kiss, breathing heavier as he growls and nips at your bottom lip, a shiver wracking you as he leans back enough to meet your gaze. “What we’re doing… it’s what lovers and spouses do isn’t it? At least, this is what human lovers do…” your voice becomes smaller as he stares down as you with an expression you couldn’t name.

“And?” He encourages.

You look away for a moment, gathering your thoughts before remembering out of all the cruelty in the world, Ava was the outlier.

“Is that what we’re doing? Like lovers?” You felt too embarrassed to directly state it, to say it aloud, and equally scared this isn’t anything different than exchanging a handshake with another faery to him. It was different to you.

“Do you want it to be?” He leans down, placing a feather soft kiss against your temple so you couldn’t see his eyes glowing bright. “Do you want us to be like lovers little flower?” His voice is deeper than usual, strained almost as he holds himself perfectly still above you.

You take the time to think, much to his displeasure, but when you answer it was everything for him.

“I do.”

He places a chaste kiss to your lips, his own tilting higher and higher until he’s grinning gleefully.

“Then that’s what we’ll be.” He confirms, and you miss it.

You miss every little trap he’d laid, each tiny piece of the puzzle forming around you like a cage. You miss everything and it’s too late to go back now. Ava muses wickedly, as he kisses you more sensually, lets his claws drag so delicately down your soft skin, he thinks how stupid you are.

“I’ll be all yours if you ask for it Y/N,” he speaks directly into your pointed ear, hot breath making the tips curl as you whine. The way he says your name is different than usual, more serious and seductive. You realize this seems wrong somehow, the way he’s making you melt so easily like this, how your panic and fear evaporated so quickly. You aren’t given time to think further, when he shifts and sits up. He sneers when you attempt to cover yourself again, gripping your wrist and lightly pulling you up too. On your knees, you face his chest, eyes looking up to see his heated expression.

Ava cups your jaw with one hand, and pokes at your lip with the other.

He doesn’t ask before his thumb invades your mouth, and you fight not to bite down or jerk away with his pointed claw inside.

He’s exploring, squeezing your cheeks until you open wide so he can playfully run over your sharpened canines. Curiously playing with your tongue until he leans down licks it with his own. It felt strange and erotic, your body vibrating with nerves and budding arousal as he explores you.

“Ava…” you wanted to touch him too, but he didn’t seem to be listening as he lets his hands trail down to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples as your back arches into them.

So you let your own hands wander, bolder than usual as you feel his solid form beneath you. His skin is much softer than it appears, strange markings and golden symbols flat. He had no softer points aside from that, muscles like stone and occasionally uncomfortable to lounge against due to it.

He squeezes your waist, smiling mischievous as you yelp and glare at him. He does it again, finally chuckling as he lets his hands slip to your ass.

This time his squeeze makes you gasp, as he parts your ass cheeks and allows your heated core to be exposed to the air. His claws so careful not to tear your skin open as he drags you taunt against him, rutting his hardened cock against your soft belly.

He moans aloud as he sees the tip poke out between you, your breasts above a delicious sight as he does it again and again.

“You drive me wild pretty faery,” he smiles, licking your cheek as he easily lifts you up to toss you to the center of the bed. You sink in, huffing but giggling as he crawls over you, looking like a dark angel as he covers you completely to capture your lips in a much more filthy kiss.

“I want to devour you,” he purrs, licking and kissing down your neck and chest, spreading your legs. “Make you mine completely,” you moan, feeling delirious as he finally licks your sloppy pussy.

You moan when you feel his fingers prod your entrance, sharp claws gone and retracted as he pushes one inside you while he laps at your clit. It feels different and firmer than his tongue, able to rub and stretch you better as he begins sucking on your puffy nub and purring deep in his chest. “Your little nub is hard~ are you feeling good?” He teases, wiggling the tip of his tongue over your engorged clit.

Then he’s pressing a second finger in, a mild burn heating your core as you gasp and try to shift away to no avail. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, spearing them into you, your soft gummy walls forcefully spread around the two digits as he noisily slurps. He’s being messy and a bit rough, but your moans spur him on as he groans into your pussy when you begin clawing at his hair and whining.

“Ava! S’too much! Can’t—!” You squeak and almost bite your tongue when you cum, pussy sucking his fingers deep and massaging them as you soak his hand and face.

He doesn’t stop, eyes glowing bright molten gold as he watches you squirm and babble senselessly while he stuffs a third finger into your poor overstimulated cunt. Your little hole stretched wide around him, and he’s content to watch as your greedy lower mouth takes it as he pumps them into you.

You’re less amused though, body thrumming as the pleasure becomes overwhelming and you panic.

“Stop, I’m gonna make a mess, Ava stop—!” You cry out, eyes watering before tears fall as you struggle to stop the powerful pressure building in your core, hurting you with the intensity as he pushes you further and further. “Your insides are steadily swallowing and sucking my fingers in, aren’t you a little lewd?” He asks, unaffected by your dull nails digging into his forearm, eyes trained on your drooling hole below.

He’s got an iron grip on your hip with his other hand, nails digging into your flesh every time you try to squirm away. “You’re so lovely like this petal.”

He’s fascinated when you break again, clear fluid squirting up and out from your squelching pussy as he continues to shove his fingers in.

You cum so hard it nearly causes you to lose consciousness, eyes rolling back as you twitch and moan as the dam inside you bursts open.

You whine as he pulls free, hand dripping in gooey arousal as he brings it to his lips and slurps it up without any decorum, appearing almost starved as he gazes down at you with the eyes of a predator. “Messy girl~ I’ll teach you though,” his lips pull back to reveal his sharp teeth, “When you feel so good you think you’ll break, you’re supposed to say I’m coming, do you understand?” He asks darkly.

“No more…” your weak plea only makes him smirk, kissing you softly as he slides forward and uses both hands to cover your hips and lift your lower half up.

Your eyes feel heavy as you force them open, slow to realize that his enormous cock is now laid over your pussy, pulsing and dragging back and forth through your slick folds. The thick veiny appendage causes your trepidation to rise, realization dawning that he intends to fit that inside of you.

“It won’t fit—,” you weren’t being cute or coy, because while you may not be human, your form was still the same size as one. He was much, much bigger, and his cock certainly fit his proportions. You try to catch his attention, unable to close your legs with his body between them. “Ava,” He’s truly not hearing you at all, too enthralled and excited as he lubes his massive length up with your juices. He’s shaking a bit too, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he coos down at you mindlessly, golden orbs almost unseeing at this point as he lines up with your entrance.

“So good for me petal~ you’re all mine aren’t you?” He breathes, and you feel the weight and pressure begin as his tip breaches.

“Wait, stop Ava—!” You whine as the sting becomes a burn and then you’re being filled to the point of excess as you struggle to breathe anymore.

“Shh—♡,” he hushes you, pained as well due to the pressure around him, strangling him as he grimaces and drags back out a little before surging forward. “You’re mine now petal,” he groans.

You’re unable to form words as he works his cock into you like a piece which doesn’t quite fit, bullying and stretching you open to forcefully fit himself.

He leans more weight down onto you as you struggle and writhe, noisy cries falling on deaf ears as he feels himself slipping deeper as your body finally gives up on keeping him out. His tip touches your cervix, before shoving even further and smashing it up as your stomach aches in protest.

You lay limp as he finally bottoms out, twitching with your mouth open and drool pooling down your chin as you feel nothing but the feeling of him inside you. He huffs a laugh, the way you look ruined before he’s even gotten started.

You look like a doll in his grasp, his cock extending your stomach a little as it twitches inside you. Your thighs ache as they’re naturally forced up, unable to spread fully enough for him to settle so he’d merely folded you and pressed you down to prevent escape.

“You did it pretty girl, look at you~” he grins, one hand leaving your hip to press on your belly, making your eyes widen and roll back as you whine. “You took every inch of me in this cute cunt didn’t you?” This male over you isn’t familiar, even as his sugary scent seems to increase and smother you, he seems foreign in his words and actions.

The inconsistencies are difficult to track as he drags himself out of you, the fullness replaced by feeling each ridge and bump of veins decorating his cock as he slides out.

Then he’s pushing in again, stealing your breath and ability to think as he starts to fuck you.

“Don’t worry petal, I won’t hurt you,” you can’t quite understand as he pushes his thick rod inside you, brain shutting off as you go pliant in his hold. “I’ll go nice and slow so you never forget,” he moans as you tighten and jerk, “who owns you.” He’s holding back with all his might as you spasm and grip him in inside of you, walls sucking him back in as he moves to exit.

You make him forget.

As you slick his cock up with your juices, he begins to slip in easier, folding you down further into a mating press as he looks down at your teary face. You make him forget all the time he’s spent alone. Your moans increase as he picks up the pace, pounding nice and deep inside of you and ridding you of any thought beside him. He slips a hand down between you both, claws retracted completely as he softly presses on your swollen clit and throws you reeling into another orgasm around him. “Say it petal,” he grits out, the feeling of you tightening drawing his own end. He’s hardly able to move inside you, short thrusts all he can manage as he drags you over the edge.

“I’m coming—!” Your head tips back, neck bared to his eyes as you cum for him obediently.

He fills you up right after, heavy engorged balls drawing up as he pumps his first load of the day into you. His thrusts not stopping as he rocks forward, expression relaxing as his magic swirls inside of you, his mating mark slowly sinking into your soul as he works to keep his seed deep within your womb. You’re too fucked out to notice, the pleasure and pressure overwhelming your senses as you try to rest now.

Except his cock doesn’t soften.

He thrusts hard once he’s sure his bond has settled, feeling you so much deeper in his soul as he drags his cock out almost all the way. “It’s like your little hole misses me already,” he smiles, watching as you flutter around his tip as if to tell him you don’t want him to leave. “Tell me petal,” he slides back inside, jolting you awake as you stare incredulously down at where you both connect. The slick sounds of him slipping into your sticky wet entrance haunting as you whine, hands digging into fine silk as you try to push away.

He only presses you down harder, cock burrowing deep as if to anchor you. His eyes are wild and swirling, the color so bright it’s almost blinding in the dim room. “How does it feel to lose?”

You blank. His question not making any sense as the room spins and you’re overcome again with pleasure so intense it makes your toes and feet curl in the air where they rest.

“How does it feel to be utterly mine for the rest of eternity?” You gasp, tearing at the sheets as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your ass as he begins to truly fuck you now. Enormous cock working you into a frenzy as you yelp when two fingers pinch painfully around a nipple. “You’re not going back pretty girl,” he laughs, face wicked and beautiful as you look up through blurry eyes spilling tears. “You’ll not return to that filthy human village,” he releases your sore nipple in favor of loosely gripping your throat, feeling your pulse beneath his hand. “You are not in the land of Fae sweet flower,” he lets his lips ghost over yours, his tip bullying your cervix as you writhe and move to claw at his shoulders. “You are in my kingdom, ours, where the corrupted Fae separate themselves,” you’re lost, eyes crossing almost dumbly as you come again, choking as you cry out his name.

You can’t move even an inch, unable to even squirm as you’re forced to take each punishing inch of his cock and he ruts into you.

“Your pussy keeps tightening up when I tell you all the ways you’re mine. Do you like this?” He delights in your pathetic attempt to push at his chest, clearly finished despite his balls still being heavy with his seed he intends to spill into you.

“A-Av-Ava!” You struggle to form even his name, let alone any sentences as he keeps up his fast and brutal pace. Though, from his perspective he was still holding back as he moans and spills himself inside you again.

“Yes flower?” He coos, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face as he pulls out just enough to grip your thigh and turn you on your side, sliding back to the hilt again. He hugs your leg to his chest, working his cock at a new angle in your abused pussy still spilling cum from earlier. “I’m listening,” he chuckles, knowing you can’t speak, aware his cock was keeping you like this.

Words die down as he uses his hand not holding your leg up to grip your hip, holding you still while pushing his hips forward, railing himself inside your exhausted body. Your head rests against the bed, mouth open as your saliva soaks into the sheets, eyes staring at nothing as you feel another impending orgasm approaching.

Ava doesn’t mind, adoring the cute cock drunk expression as he uses you like a toy, filling you up over and over while you slowly lose your mind. “I’m sorry—Ava please, I’m sorry,” your slurred speech and delirious voice make him laugh. Genuinely amused by your rambling, “Why are you sorry petal? I’m not mad,” he catches your lips, tongue invading and swallowing your cries. He finds you so cute.

His cute, stupid little changeling, so trusting and unaware of his unsavory intentions.

You lose consciousness and count when he comes with his hips pressed deeply into your ass, pressing you belly first into his hand as he keeps you angled up to meet his thrusts. Your sensitive chest rubbing against the silk below, body limp as your world goes black and you convulse around him.

This time he lets you fall flat into the soaked bedding, taking his still hard cock out so he can pry apart your pussy lips and watch his release ooze out of your gaping hole.

His golden eyes flick up to your sleeping form, lips pulling as he coos, “Cute~♡” before he’s stuffing you full again, merciless as he leans on one arm to keep from crushing you as he continues to drill into you.

Even when you regain consciousness, trying to crawl away from his torturous pleasure, he only grips your arm and twists it gently behind you to hold. “You’re soaked and so hot inside, do you know how crazy you’re making me?” He groans, almost sounding like he’s in pain as you squeeze and come again. “I’m not letting you go, stop trying to run. You’ve already lost sweet girl.” As he lifts his hips, tip still encased by your wet hot heat, he eyes the slick mess which coats you both and connects you to him. “Go ahead and go crazy too, be good and listen.” He laughs, slamming back in and making your back arch as you nearly scream, feeling him so deep it makes you wonder if he’s going to break you. You really will go crazy, it’s a fleeting thought stolen by his cock once again, but you truly worry as he drowns you with euphoria and madness.

He’s hunched and leaning over your back, letting his tongue and teeth tease your ear so sweetly while he pounds you stupid, whispering to you things you won’t remember.

“You wanted my name so badly, didn’t you my lovely mate?” He knows you don’t understand, but it doesn’t stop him from speaking on, husky voice lulling you as you cry and lose yourself to pleasure. “I’ll tell you since you’re being so good, taking my seed so well~” he lets a little more weight settle on top of you, his cock nestling into your deepest parts with it.

“I am Avarice.”

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Jealous Emilia after they get together plss I am beggingggg cook this for us plssssss 🙏🙏🙏

Not me rewriting this no less than four times and still hating it 😂 but it’s not going to get any better haha. This was hard to write because I actually don’t see Emilia as the jealous type. I kind of drew off a lot of her known insecurities and alluded to her kind of struggling with the “wag” role a bit so it’s not just her reacting poorly to Max being fawned over by a girl because I don’t think that would be true to her character. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

✨Set in Jeddah 2024✨

And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

If there’s one thing to be said for the Jeddah paddock, it’s pretty at sunset. You watch people moving through the paddock bathed in golden light. The ground looks like the yellow brick road. Even though it’s getting cooler now as it gets closer to qualifying, you still choose to sit inside Red Bull hospitality. You’re also sitting inside because Max said he wanted to hang out before quail. Even though he’s spent the last forty-five minutes talking to one of the hospitality guests.

Amy, something or other. She races GT cars in some series you’ve never heard of. You’re not sure what connections got her the invite to the garage but Max had been herded away by one of the media reps to take pictures with her so she must be someone’s daughter. They seem to have hit it off, you note. He’s in full maxplaining mode, bending down to the line of his own hand as he illustrates what looks like an apex. Amy isn’t even watching his hands, she’s watching Max. Hazel eyes just sparkling as she memorises every inch of him. Yeah, you know that look well enough.

And it’s not that you mind. He likes to talk racing, he likes racers. It’s not like you know what it feels like to driver a car at top speed, and more importantly you don’t want to know. The hot laps with Max were more than enough. You can’t be everything to him and you don’t need to be. You tell yourself you don’t want to be. It’s good he has other people to talk to, because it’s not like you can ever really understand his competitive streak. The man who knows nothing except how to win will not always be able to relate to the girl who has always been too afraid to lose.

No, it’s not bothering you that Max is talking to her. It’s bothering you that she has the most obvious crush on him since…no, actually, this is the most obvious crush ever. She’s played with her hair so many times you just know karma is going to make her bald someday. You hope you’re there somehow.

“Hey,”

You jump at the sound of Checo’s voice. He sits down at the end of the table, brandishing Kitkat, which he slides over to you.

“Max has made a new friend,” he says, nodding in Max’s direction.

You tear open the wrapper with far too much aggression. “So I see,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

“She races, right?”

You nod, biting into the chocolate. “GT, apparently,”

“Lots in common,” Checo says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “You have to watch your back,”

You know he’s joking. You know that in no universe are you in competition with her. And yet, his words sink under your skin under your blood is curdling at the sight of Max laughing at something Amy says.

“I don’t have to watch anything,” you say with shrug, turning towards Checo. “If she can take him she can have him.” You push your hair over one shoulder and run your tongue over your teeth.

“Whoa,” Checo chuckles, throwing his hands up like he’s being faced with a hungry lion. You suppose since he has a wife, he knows the look well enough. “I was joking.” When you don’t react, he shakes his head. “It’s Max,”

You know what he means. It’s Max, not Chuck Leclerc. It’s Max, not Danny Ric. It’s Max, not Checo. But it’s Max. You don’t have to worry he’s going to lose his mind over the actresses or supermodels, but he sure seems to be respectfully admiring his female alter ego.

It’s like he can sense you thinking about him, it’s uncanny, really. Out of the corner of your eye you can see him walking towards your table with Amy in tow.

Fake smile, it’s fine, she’s just a fan.

Max introduces you, and you smile and shake her hand and ask her if she having a nice day, because you’re Max’s girlfriend, so you owe it to him to be polite. She has no such obligation, although you might be imagining her flinch when Max says the word girlfriend.

“I think it’s the best day of my life,” she says in answer to your question. The telltale flicker of her eyes in Max’s direction as they sit down almost making you roll yours.

Max doesn’t notice, he’s more interested in taking your Kitkat out of your hand and taking a bite. He bites it so that all four sticks have the end missing and you wear you’ve never been so disgusted by this man. For a second, you think Amy can have him.

“Amy races GT cars, like the ones we tested in Portugal,” he says to you now, his hand disappearing under the table to rest on your thigh and trace circles with his thumb like it’s a habit. “We are just talking about setting up a test for her with Verstappen com,”

Oh, great. So not only is she utterly bewitched by the ocean eyes, you’re making her dreams come true. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Ah,” is all you say, sharing a look with a smirking Checo.

“That would really be such a dream come true,” Amy says, and you almost laugh. “I’m a big fan of yours, I think it’s so cool that you’re involved with things outside formula one. You should come to a race sometime. I owe you paddock passes,”

You met him three hours ago, and he isn’t even the one who invited you. Do you owe him a blowjob as well, Amy?

“Yeah. Our schedule is a bit hectic but yeah, it would be good to fit that in soon,” Max says, turning to you. “Right?”

What am I? The secretary? Because in case you didn’t notice, she didn’t fucking invite me.

You just shrug.

“GT racing doesn’t exactly draw the influencer crowd,” you are definitely not imagining the way her eyes slide over to you before she looks back at Max to say, “it’s really good racing,”

You zone out right then and there. It’s like your brain short circuits from the energy it’s taking not to reach over, grab this girl by her stringy extensions, and rip. If she and Max keep talking, you don’t hear it. You don’t want to hear it. You notice Checo noticing your discomfort, even as he engages the other two in conversation. For all his quirks, Checo reads human behaviour much better than Max. Though you don’t need to be a body language expert to see how much this girl likes him.

She looking at him like she wants to eat him, hanging on unspoken words, fingers twitching on the table like she’s desperate to touch him. And he’s nodding along, because they’re so aligned that whatever she says he agrees with, and the maxplaining is one-handed now but no less enthusiastic, and you’re about to dig your nails into his skin because he is not going to have one hand almost up your skirt while another woman is flirting with him.

All these thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of one of the Red Bull media managers.

“Amy, we were hoping to get some pictures of you with the car, if you’re free?”

“Yeah, sure, one second,” she says, turning to Max. “Which way is the garage again?” Like she doesn’t have someone who clearly just came from the garage standing right next to her.

“Just through there, keep going straight,” Max says, pointing to the corridor with engineers walking in and out. You give the girl the benefit of the doubt that she’s not that stupid, just desperate.

Reluctantly, she gets to her feet. “So, I’ll give you a call to set up the test?”

“Yeah, sure,” Max says. “Or you can call Raymond. He’ll put your team in touch with the right people,”

“Okay, awesome,” she says, leaning down enough that you can see right down her shirt. “It was really great to meet you. And I meant it about the GT race,” and then, as if remembering she can’t be rude, she glances at Checo. “You guys, too,”

You wave her off, and your smile doesn’t even fall. Because it’s funny. It’s funny that a grown woman would behave like that in front of a man’s girlfriend. It’s funny that a woman gunning for sponsorship would behave like you does regular shifts in something called the “Champagne Room”.

And it’s absolutely hilarious that Max turns to you, without a care in the world, and says, “I’ve got such a headache. I stood up into the cupboard in the garage, it hurt so bad,”

You give him tight smile and pull out your phone to text Lily to see if she’s still with Alex or if she’s free for a catch up.

“What?” You hear Max say above you. You ignore him. “What? She the-“ You look up just in time to see that Checo is mouthing something to Max. “Jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” you snap, leaning back in the your chair to glare at both of them. They give each a mocking grin. “Yeah, very funny,” this sets them off snickering like school kids. “Fuck both of you.”

You get up and stalk through the room and back towards the garage. You don’t even know what you’ll do when you get there since being Max’s girlfriend had put an end to you just wandering down the pitlane and allowed in any garage. Maybe you’ll just try and find GP. If Max doesn’t catch up to you first. You can hear him calling you.

“Leibling, wait,” he’s right behind you now, and you hear him almost stumbling as he leans forward to catch you by the wrist.

You shrug him off, but stop at the door to his driver room and push it open, jerking your head to order him inside. He may be a dick, but he still deserve for the whole team to know his business. He steps into the room, reaching for your waist but you move out of his way and leave him to close the door while you lean against the physio table on the other side of the room.

He sighs when he sees how you’re looking at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I mean, I did. Not at you. I didn’t think Checo was being serious,” he defends, and by the end of his sentence he’s fighting an incredulous smile and you squeeze the edge of the physio bench to stop yourself pulling your hair. Or his.

How can this guy understand complex tyre strategy but not basic human interaction?

“You didn’t think he was serious that I was annoyed by someone flirting with you in front of me?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “And that I wouldn’t be annoyed at you making fun of me for it?”

Max scoffs. “She wasn’t flirting with me,”

“Oh, please.” You let out a scoff of your own. “You didn’t notice me flirting with you for three years, do not pretend you’re an expert,”

“I noticed,” Max argues, “I just didn’t take it seriously,”

“Which is why you have no leg to stand on,”

“Right, because I was just supposed to believe that you suddenly-“

“It wasn’t exactly sudden-“

“For God’s sake,” Max groans, an expression of abject confusion twisting his face. “What are we even fighting about?”

“You enjoying Lella Lombardi over there slobber all over you, and enjoying it,” the exasperation gets worse when Max’s eyes widen like this is the first he’s hearing of this entire discussion.

“I’m- she- what?” He splutters, his head shaking in disbelief. “Is this one of those Tiktok pranks?”

“I get that she’s a pilot and that makes her automatically interesting, but until I hear otherwise, you’re still in a relationship,”

Max looks at you like you’ve grown a second head; shock, concern, and a good amount of unadulterated disgust. “You can’t think I was looking at her…like that,”

The way he says it, like he’s afraid to catch cooties, like it’s it’s inconceivable, like you didn’t still have bruises of your hips in the shape of his fingertips, takes all the fight out of you. Checo was right; it’s Max. It’s feels like someone’s let all the air out of a balloon. Your shoulders slump and you sigh.

“Because that would be crazy?” You lift yourself onto the physio bench as you speak. You’re not even really sure what you’re asking. “Max Verstappen, who likes only one thing on earth, that one thing being racing, attracted to another driver rather than his influencer accessory girlfriend?”

“Actually, I like two things,” he says with that boyish smirk that has been making your stomach do backflips for longer than you care to admit.

“Stop laughing at me,” you whine, fighting the urge to smile.

“I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that she upset you. I’m sorry that I upset you,” he says, taking a careful step closer to you, but he stops there. “Even if I don’t know what I did,”

He really has no idea. He is painfully, adorably clueless.

“Nothing,” you say, because you don’t know either. Sometimes it’s just inexplicably overwhelming being Max Verstappen’s girlfriend. “Just you being you, I guess,”

Max frowns at that. “I didn’t know being myself was so offensive,” he mumbles, and you instantly feel guilty. You of all people shouldn’t make him feel bad for how much space he takes up. You of all people know how much that bothers him.

“No, it’s not that. It’s not-“ you struggle for a way to explain it. Max takes the opportunity to cross the rest of the room and stand in front of you, his expression telling you he’s waiting for you to finish. “It’s not about who you are, but sometimes the way people act around you is just…and you’re so used to it, you don’t even…you just forget who you are sometimes, Max,”

He nods soberly. “Yeah. I do, and I’m sorry,” he says. He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls your legs apart and slots between them as he drags you to the edge of the bench so that you’re pressed against him, leaning back to look up at him. “But I never forget who you are, which is the most important bit,”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s so simple. And not because he’s unintelligent, but because he’s guileless, because who he is has never scared him. He smiles back, and it’s unguarded and unbridled and you almost forgive that girl because you’ll be damned if you don’t have a crush on him, too.

“Was she really flirting with me?” He asks curiously, looking down as his hands find your and entwine your fingers.

“Oh, yeah,” you say, and he frowns, the wheels working in head as he tries to figure out how he didn’t notice. “Like me at your mum’s on Christmas Eve in 2020 level of obvious,”

“Well,” he says with a huff. “She just blew her chance at a test,”

“You don’t have to-“

“Wait, you were flirting with me at Christmas at my mum’s?”

#max verstappen x reader

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shadykazama · 7 months ago

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Hi Hi!! can i ask for Junkerqueen sfw and nsfw headcanons? <3

Omg yes I'd love to!! I've been waiting for more character requests

I don't know who drew this but god bless them 🙏 and if anyone knows the artist please tell me so I can credit them

Odessa Stone hdcs 💙

SFW💙

She's 7 feet tall so she's most likely taller than you

Will be picking you up and swinging you around like a madwoman just cause you're smaller than her

She will hold things out of reach and make you kiss her to get it

Sits you in her lap whenever she has to do stuff

Sitting in a meeting? You're there ofc and in her lap

In the arena watching junkers brawl it out? You can guess where you'd be

Now on the off chance you're the same height or dare I say TALLER than her?

Great!

Especially if you have a competitive spirit cause she'll want to compete

Who's stronger? She'll demand to wrestle.

(She'll do that if you're smaller than her too she'll just go easy on you since it's not a fair fight)

Regardless of your size she's going to show you off at every given opportunity

Keeps you by her side as an advisor (she just likes your opinion, you got a title as an excuse when someone called her out for it)

Has the STUPIDEST nicknames for you. Ofc calls you Babe, but also other things depending on your personality. Some examples being Snapper (if you're short, since you're an ankle biter aka a snapping turtle), Silvie (if you're competitive cause you'll always get second place if she's competing), she'll call you Doc if you're smart (even if you're not a doctor), prince/princess (if you don't getting dirty) etc..

Favorite place to kiss you is on the lips- will tease you if you can't reach her

Always places her hand on the small of your back to really bring you in close. Bonus points if it flusters you

Is amused by the most mundane things

Rub noses with her to be all cute she'll think it's revolutionary

She'll braid your hair for you if you have enough. Loooves to do it for you, thinks the braids make you hot

Makes sure you get anything you want, definitely spoils you. But hey, perks of being queen.

If she's fighting in the Arena, her eyes are on YOU. Makes sure you see every cool little move she does. Will pick you up and kiss you in front of everyone when she wins

NSFW ❤

Has a strap, no I don't take criticism 🫶

More seriously though, she's experienced but still clumsy especially when it comes to intimacy

Any previous experience has come from nights of adrenaline fueled lust or childish boredom

Being soft and loving is something she'd want with you, but would have to get used to. So by all means, show her.

She'll slow down for you, a night with you means more than survival or winning or fighting. With you she can offer herself gently, and show you just how much you mean to her

Now this ^ doesn't mean she's beyond primal lust, if anything you make it worse for her. But she's capable of variety ;)

Moving on to the hot and heavy

She will sit on your face, good luck soldier

Will expect you to do the same (if you're AFAB)

She gets a lot of joy from that strap, and let's just say it's proportional :)

Will fuck you till you can't talk, and then makes you beg anyway

Wants to fuck on her throne

Please god let her fuck you on her throne

Lowkey into exhibitionism? Like she'd fuck you in front of someone just to prove a point (only if you were okay with it ofc but she def has fantasies about it)

Ass kinda lady, likes it on anyone

Has a clit piercing for SURE

Has definitely put the handle of her knife to use if you know what I mean

Will use it on you too if you say yes 🙏

If you're AMAB expect to be pegged or ridden there is no in between

Does not have the patience to be on bottom unless you're eating her out (and even then she'd prefer to just sit on your face)

Will praise you but in a very patronizing way

Likes to tell you how good you're doing but also remind you that you're serving HER.

Smacking your ass is her favorite cheeky way of teasing you in and out of the bedroom.

#overwatch 2 #odessa stone #odessa stone x reader #junker queen #junker queen x reader #headcanons #smut #shes so mommy

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allyallyorange · 6 months ago

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- besides the show, what other media has inspired you in the au?

- who has the angstiest backstory?

- who’s design was the easiest?

- what are your thoughts on rice based on your AU?

- can we have some random fun facts about the teezers pls 🙏

- was woosan mad about Mingi burning their treehouse down?

-other than AT itself, which I think really did inspire almost everything, plus the Fionna and Cake miniseries was also a huge inspiration for a bunch of ideas. Howl’s Moving Castle was an inspiration a little bit for Seonghwa (catching a falling star), for Mingi losing an arm Fullmetal Alchemist: brotherhood is sort of inspiring me for the robotic arm I’m planning for him..

-I think angstiest backstory is probably Mingi cus he had to deal with the trauma of accidentally wiping out not only huge amounts of the environment but also unintentionally causing a ton of death. Jongho’s backstory is also angsty cus he dealt with so much loss as a child and no one believes him when his cousin disappears through a portal cus in their world that’s not really possible. Everyone thinks he’s crazy and he was only a kid so definitely a hard time for him.

-yeosang and seonghwa were the first ones I drew for the AU and I think I had a clear vision for both of them (thank you Halazia MV) so they were probably the easiest!

-not sure what this means but Uhm I love rice? Like the food rice?

-fun facts!

SH: has an extensive record collection. Despite having a Demon Prince poster in his house for hundreds of years he hadn’t listened to any of Joong’s songs until they meet again.

HJ: aside from Mingi who is like his younger brother, Joong’s favourite is Wooyoung. Wooyoung spends a ton of time in Hongjoong’s shack because he keeps breaking house rules so they hang out a lot and Joong tolerates it

YH: had a super cool motorcycle back in Universe Z that he customized himself. He wanted to be an engineer before Mingi died but he ended up not doing that and instead worked as a mechanic. He liked the job though!

YS: despite being a vampire he’s never drank human blood before. His favourite snack is strawberry red because he likes sharing with Seonghwa (he drinks the red and Seonghwa eats the berry)

SN: The Demon King is Sam’s “creator” so sometimes he jokes that Hongjoong is his uncle (is he wrong tho??)

MG: Mingi likes wearing dark clothes and cool accessories cus Hongjoong used to dress like that all the time when they were younger and Mingi always thought Joong was the coolest person ever

WY: he’s extremely talented as an inventor but he sees it as just a hobby. Despite how useful the skill is, he only does what he wants, you could ask him to try making something you think would be useful, but he won’t do it unless he decides he wants to. He claims being team wizard is good enough (he loves laying unnecessarily harsh curses on enemies he’s dealt with)

JH: keeps a journal of all the new things he sees in Universe A. He’s basically studying the other guys cus they’re so strange and magical. When he’d first found Mingi his plan became to cure Mingi’s curse and bring him and Yunho back home with him

-yes. Woosan were very annoyed when Mingi burns down their treehouse. Yunho gets them to calm down and talks up the idea that living in an actual house will probably be a good change (he doesn’t really know how to talk to Mingi but he still doesn’t like others yelling at him if he can help it)

Thank you for your ask!! 🫶

#ask #ateez at au

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phoenix--flying · 4 months ago

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The Raven and the Dove

I need to hear more about this AU, please

hehehe i love this au its so fun in my head

Some pre context not exactly related to this au but is tied into it as its apart of my own hcs; lou, cecil, will and drew are all friends 🙏, lou and cecil are in the ta, drew and ethan are step siblings, ta lee <33

and also just. leeluke and silentsun (will/cecil)

MOVING ONN

Will catches Lou and Cecil leaving CHB to join Luke, Cecil off handedly offers Will to come with them, to which he requests they bring Drew along

Hecate leads them to one of her other children (haven't decided if it's Alabaster or one of my other hecate kid ocs <3) who in turn bring them to the Princess Andromeda

Luke is, admittedly, surprised to see that Will and Drew have any interest in joining, but he isn't going to argue with more recruits, Lee thinks its stupid to let Will join but he can't say no because. Kronos. SO THEY JOIN

Lee and Silena still play spies so they have to act worried about Drew and Will as if they don't know those kids r chilling on the Andromeda and not in fact monster food

Drew is SCOURING THE EARTH to drag Ethans ass onto the ship, Lou is learning spells from her siblings and then Will and Cecil are just having a good time

Eventually, the four of them end up getting dropped at Westover Hall because Kronos told Luke there were demigods there. So, they make friends with Nico and Bianca by extension

However, because of this, the di Angelos are much more inclined to trust the ta kids over the campers come TTC, Lou ends up shadow travelling off with Nico while the other three work on getting Bianca tf outta there

Cecil ends up going off the cliff with Annabeth, and Drew manages to distract the other three campers long enough for them to get Bianca back into the building and then GET THE FUCK OUT

I haven't thought too far past TTC, aside from Lee 'disappears' from CHB before BOTL and survives until TLO only to get killed by Kronos during the Battle of Manhattan LMAO

#phoenix aus #phoenix answers #pjo #will solace #drew tanaka #cecil markowitz #lou ellen blackstone #i never brought any leeluke or silentsun into this post but know that they're here.#they are couples in this au LMFAO

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abarbaricyalp · 19 hours ago

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Chapter six is posted!!!

Thank y'all so much for your patience 🙏🙏🙏 I know I'm so slow 🐌 😫

“We need to talk,” Bucky said gruffly. He hadn’t meant to slam Sam’s locker shut. His dad had rewrapped his bandages the night before and they were still tight enough that he didn’t have all of his fine motor skills on deck. He hadn’t been able to grab the narrow ledge of the door either.

Sam looked too tired to glare at him. His mouth opened to answer, but closed again when he looked over Bucky’s shoulder and his face went even more drawn. “Don’t start,” he warned.

“I didn’t–” Bucky began to object before Sam was stepping past him and squaring up to someone else. Bucky whirled around after him and came face to face with a thundercloud wearing Riley’s face.

“Don’t,” Sam said again, holding one hand up to Riley’s chest while keeping Bucky back with an elbow to his. “You were on his side seven hours ago.”

“I don’t care,” Riley growled. “I wasn’t looking at him seven hours ago.”

Sam pushed Riley back a step, but that didn’t make the heat rolling off of him any less potent. Bucky almost wanted to take a step back himself, but he’d never live it down. “Sam, we need to talk,” he repeated, reaching for Sam’s shoulder. As soon as he made contact, Riley was on him like Sam wasn’t even there.

Yeah, Bucky knew Riley was built like a goddamn barn, but he hadn’t expected him to be able to move so damn fast too. All of a sudden, the air in his lungs had been knocked out and his head was ricocheting off the top of the lockers. He tried to knock away Riley’s hands from the front of his shirt, but that was as futile as trying to get away from him.

“Riley, knock it off,” Sam snapped. He shoved himself between them both, managing to loosen one of Riley’s fists to do so. “Everyone’s staring at you.”

Bucky glanced around but Riley did not. All of his fury was directed right at Bucky. Which lie did he believe? That Bucky had tarnished his best friend’s image? That he’d been using Sam this whole time? Either one would be enough to deserve this if it was true. But it wasn’t true and Bucky didn’t deserve it, thank you very much.

“What the hell is your problem?” Riley snarled. If Sam wasn’t between them, Bucky was sure he would have flinched away. He’d been in plenty of fights in his life, courtesy of his best friend, but he’d never been on the other end of so much anger all focused on him. “You were supposed to protect him.”

“I did!” Bucky snapped back. “Of course I did!” I can’t believe you’d think I’d lie about him. Or ever try to hurt him. I love–”

Sam drew in a sharp breath next to him and pinned him back with wide eyes. Riley took Sam’s distraction as a chance to get his hands in Bucky’s shirt again.

“You’re a fucking liar! You always have been! I never understood what he saw in you.”

“Oh my God,” Sam snapped, smacking a hand down on both of their chests and bodily shoving them apart. “I can’t look at either of you right now. You’re both so stupid. I’m going home. Don’t bother me.”

“You still have math!” Bucky called after him.

Sam didn’t turn around. Riley had backed off a step at least. He was staring after Sam, looking just as confused as Bucky felt.

And, oh. Oh shit. Riley was in love with him too. That explained a lot actually. What the fuck.

“Hey,” Bucky said, like a fool offering an olive branch. “I don’t–”

Riley smacked a hand down against Sam’s locker and stalked away without even glancing at Bucky again.

Read the rest on AO3

Read from the beginning here

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #sambucky fanfic #writing

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goodomensfangirl72 · 4 months ago

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𓆩⚝𓆪 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 𓆩⚝𓆪

This drabble may or may not be for @cartoonsforlife I saw your reblog girly 🤭🤭🤭

Minors DNI

(sorry it's so short I wrote this while half asleep and horny 😭🙏)

(not my art but holy shit that's hot. Creds to Melodys0ul on Pinterest)

"Tilt your head." Black Hat requested, smiling when you obeyed and tilted your head to the side, your pale skin practically begging to be marked. "Good girl/boy." He said, kissing your neck a few times before finding where he wanted to bite: the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder.

He sunk his teeth in, not biting deep enough to break skin but it would mark for at least a week. His tongue swirled around the soft skin he was biting into, gently sucking while his teeth dug in. This move drew out a soft moan from your lips, shifting in his lap. You felt his claws dug into your hips, holding you still while he bit your already bruising neck. "You taste divine," he praised, his voice surprisingly gentle for... Well, him.

His words earned a breathy chuckle from you, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "Why, thank you." You replied, cracking a small, soft smile. He stopped sucking on your neck, his mouth pulling away with a quiet 'pop!'. He admired the mark for a moment, raising his hand and brushing his thumb over it before his eyes scanned your neck, looking for a better place to bite.

#drabble #villainous black hat #Villainous #love bites #Black Hat is my babygirl

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 7 months ago

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Hello there 🙏🫶 I just want to share this rn with you..... 💌 Recently i have developed a crush on a girl. She is so wonderful and we talk every day & i feel so giddy LOL. I don't even know her face😭 I am so unsure over alot of things & it is both mortifying & exhilarating to experience .. & thats the fun if it..omg.. recently i feel like so many friends are having crushes i wonde r your thoughts on this..

also i forgot how to flirt entirely so i dnt even know if its noticeable to her at all that im interested that way since i havent been bold enough LOL any advice on signaling this to her is appreciated i feel like13 again likeso clumsy LOL its so exciting too omg wishing you a beautiful day when u reaD this i hope it;s fine to send this to u i know u like your inbox used as a confessional but i'm still shy HAHA

🙏🌞🫶🫧🌈

AWWW💞💞💞 happy for u Anon :]....Ues it seems lately many people have been finding new love, i noticed it too the past few weeks :o I've only had that feeling a handful of times over my life, its a special one cus it can be quite fleeting depending on how fast things move, treasure it🌟 altho W/ me and slimbo it lasted ages so by the end of it when we finally confessed love i was FRIED from haveing butterflies in my stomach for so long lol i was losing my marbles over it. anywyas--

Honeslty im BAD at flirting like. i have noooo idea how to make a move , slimbo n i both tried to keep it .pokerface. for years because we're like, i dont even know, we're stupid we were almost enemies for a while. there was a timespan where we were SOOOO competitive and whenever we tried to play games we'd fight so much and i'd end up crying LMAO im laugjing so hard typing this cus we're not even like that now. Like as soon as we got together we became the ultimate harmonious team of considerate affectionate lovers but the courting phase was such a trainwreck lmao. i love it like its beautiful it all worked out, but yeah i suck at flirting i am swagless in that position🧎‍♀️

Altho when it's irl i definitely at least try to Thot it Up, concoct minxy outfits , move in a charming way, one of my most successful tactics has been attempting to orchestrate accidental voyeuristic scenarios for them to catch in their peripherals lol. but you have to be reeeeally subtle to pull that one off ;] i guess mostly i just try to talk to them a lot !! and be thouggtful. send telepathic uncondtional love. SHOW THEM SONGS!!!!!!! if its an internet thing, maybe u can watch movies or youtube videos together. be inquisitive and ask her lots of questions ^_^ one thing that always drew me to slimbo is how curious they are and their #intellect.. But everyones different so just feel it out day by day thru communication💓💓💓

hhope that helpes in some way.. its ok to feel giddy and clumsy im sure ur crush just wants to get to know the most authentic -you- so dont stress too much about specifics ^u^ Enjoy your weekend love ~ ~ ~ P.M.d.9

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stepswowdsen · 3 months ago

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【YGO DM】 Kaiba Seto 🍄🐉💙

Kaiba Seto 🍄🐉💙

My first time drawing the maniac gay man 🥰🌈🏳️‍🌈

Doodled this really quickly

I tried drawing Kaiba for the first time in my life 👍

My fave YGO DM chara~ Gay autistic meow meow mf man 💞

Kaiba is so Sen-core~

(No one is surprised)

I've been experimenting with drawing his eyes!

First two have influences from YGO's art style, 3rd is a mix of both my usual style and influenced from YGO's art style, and the last one is closer to how I usually draw.

Not gonna tag this cuz I plan on drawing the rest later

KaiYami (Kaiba/Yami) has been my fave YGO ship ever since I was a kid. I have such a huge soft spot for YGO DM…

I'm also into the YGO spin-off series, YGO GX and YGO 5Ds. I grew up with those three during my childhood.

Admittedly, YGO designs are really hard for me to draw cuz YGO designs are always so detailed and complex and sharp and angular and really geometric, too… And I'm not really used to drawing those kinds of designs. I'll be practicing more in the future!

I've seen many artists who draw YGO charas in their art style soften the shapes, so I'm still experimenting and trying to decide how I want to draw YGO charas.

I took some influences from the YGO art style and drew with sharper shapes and a sharper brush than I normally would, cuz it felt more fitting. I'm not as used to this brush yet.

I saw YGO EA KaiYami/AteKai artists represent them with the star and mushroom emojis cuz of their hair… I'm gonna cry LMFAOOO 😭😂

Starfish and mushroom? ⭐🍄

YGO: DSOD

(YGO DM & DSOD: Spoilers)

My friend Cinna has been reading YGO DM lately for the first time, and I got reminded of my obsession for these two. I really want to reread the YGO DM manga and rewatch YGO: DSOD for THEM…

YGO: DSOD (Yu-Gi-Oh! The Dark Side of Dimensions) is a movie that takes place after the end of the YGO DM manga (after Atem passes onto the afterlife).

Kaiba's inability to move on from the lack of closure, and his gay brooding, yearning, and obsession…

It was co-written by Kazuki Takahashi, the YGO mangaka, so this movie is canon. Bless his heart. I hope he rests in peace 🙏

2 hours of Kaiba's gay yearning, baby!!!

YGO: DSOD has really pretty colours…

(These are old screenshots so some of the ones I've saved are super saturated or in low res. I need to rewatch the movie to take new screenshots)

Me: Kaiba has issues but that makes the ship sexy. Next.

The mental illness is what makes him [Kaiba] interesting.

C: Yeah like Kaiba is just dysfunctional AKA average late 90s/2000s anime rival

Me: LITERALLY I swear like almost Rivals/Enemies to Lovers ship goes like this Kaiba is just. More obsessed than most This is on like Douman (FGO) levels tbh

C: Kaiba is a prime example of "So obsessed with someone they want to fight that it's gay"

C: Enzan (MMBN/EXE), Kaiba (YGO DM), Hibari (KHR), etc.

C: If you think about the rivals from that era, from 90s and 2000s animanga, they're all either unintentionally autistic vibed, or generally horribly dysfunctional socially.

C: Ren (SK) is pretty much the typical Rival Chara Type B (Aggressive and rash), as opposed to Rival Type A (Calm and collected), but like, genuinely well written and complex enough to work

Makes me sad Ren is still robbed of SO MUCH writing potential tho cuz of frigging SK's writing tho

Me: YEAH EXACTLY

LMAO

Me: Like the Rival Type A that is very cold, aloof, stoic, cool, calm and collected… Kaiba, Enzan, Hibari

C: DKFKSKDLSKDKSK I WAS SO RIGHT FOR THIS

Me: Hibari (KHR) is not explicitly a rival figure since he's a deuteragonist (protag's side ally) in KHR but he does conveniently slot into the "rival figure" role

Kaiba is rival type A, the very cold, aloof, stoic, cool, calm and collected type…

...

Source: (X)

Kaiba/Yami line in Duel Links (YGO mobile game) 🌈

I know Kaiba/Yami's ship name is Prideshipping in YGO's EN fandom, and it fits them so well because of their pride as Duelists, and coincidentally Gay Pride, but that ship name is so long, I don't want to have to type that everytime. KaiYami it is! Kaiba/Yami also has a good ring to it.

KaiYami/KaiAte and YamiKai/AteKai are what EA ship fans use for them.

I was, and am still insane about this ship, like there's SO much.

Kaiba is OBSESSED with Yami Yuugi (Atem)

THE DUEL LINKS LINES MAKE ME BLOW UP /POS

C: Homosexual. Why is he so gay.

They need to kiss so bad

C: Kaiba is a prime example of "So obsessed with someone they want to fight/defeat that it's gay"

Me: YEAH LMFAO

Not surprising but I find it wild how the dudebros try to insist that Kaiba is straight.

There's not a single heterosexual cell in this man's body. It's so funny.

YGO is so unintentionally gay. YGO is gayer than most shounen???

Cuz just in general, the shounen genre is infamous for unintentional homoeroticism. The shounen staple where an author/series is so homophobic and misogynistic/sexist that it actually cycles back around to being gay/homoerotic

KaiYami is a subtext based ship but the subtext with them is so good. YGO DM feeds us SO MUCH

...

Me: I should reread the YGO: DM manga and rewatch YGO: DSOD. This movie is so fucking pretty man. 2 hours of Kaiba's gay yearning!

Also I find it so funny how YGO: DSOD made Kaiba muscular. Like he was a twink in the OG YGO DM manga

S: WTF HE LOOKS SO PRETTY IN THE MOVIE

C: Two hours of gay fucking yearning Buffed up!

Me: YEA THE COLOURS ARE FRICKING GORGEOUS God I'm so glad the YGO: DSOD movie keeps YGO's sharp black lineart and saturated colours. It's honestly defining to the YGO art style

Cuz so many anime reboots nowadays have flat and bland ass colours unless they're super high end productions (ie. Fate anime productions, etc.)

C: Agghh yeah

...

S: “I hope the reboot of your favorite anime softens up the characters appearance with a new style and makes the colors look washed out“ is terrifying and it’s already happened

Me: My gay sons in their gorgeous glory thank god the colours in this movie are phenomenal

C: Why is Atem yellow though

Me: I think it's just cuz these edited screenshots have super high saturation/contrast 😭 Couldn't find clearer ones

...

S: The blue glow on his arm is making me blow up and act like I don’t know nobody

Me: OH yeah it's from DSOD Kaiba's Duel Disk that holds his deck

F: (CW: NSFW joke)

Kaiba has such a revenge/hate boner for Yami-- Wait no I mean a regular boner

Me: LMFAO. Both lmfao

F: FR THO

S: LOL

C: Canon

F: Btw I never watched that movie, now I GOTTAAAAA …..Oh man and now I wanna draw Yami Yuugi ;;

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(YGO DM: Summary)

Me: Just gonna put this summary for my non-YGO mutuals and those who haven't seen YGO: DSOD so they can follow along with the rambles if they're curious

Also it's been a long time since I read YGO DM and watched YGO: DSOD so I'm mostly going off memory

3000 years ago, Atem was sealed away in the Millenium Puzzle and lost his memories and name. Mutou Yuugi solved the Millenium Puzzle, causing the spirit of an ancient Pharaoh, Yami Yuugi (true name: Atem), to take over his body to protect Yuugi and his friends. Eventually, others learn of Atem's existence.

Kaiba is the arch-rival of Yami Yuugi (Atem) who is hate obsessed with him after losing to him because he wants to get revenge and defeat him, thinking of him as his nemesis and rival.

(YGO DSOD: Summary)

YGO: DSOD takes place after the end of the YGO DM manga where Yami Yuugi (Atem) passed onto the afterlife. Kaiba, who was unable to find closure, and in his own way of mourning, was looking for 6 months to find a way to meet Atem again.

Kaiba Corporation (KC) develops Duel Links, a virtual reality system that links the consciousness of people around the world to play Duel Monsters.

At the start of the DSOD movie (or at least near the beginning), Kaiba recreates a perfect holographic reconstruction of Atem, down to Atem's deck, voice, appearance, and personality, but isn't satisfied because it's not the real Atem and lacks Atem's soul.

Kaiba has a whole ass space station developed, orders the Millennium Puzzle to be dug up from the excavation site it was buried in, and secures it in his space station for it to be reassembled with the highest quality tech, in the fastest time possible, heavily guarded (like encased in glass and surrounded by lasers and shit), in a safe place only he can access, to try and reach Atem in the afterlife.

F: OMG HFJFJD YEAHHH that's gay af

YGO DM: The infamous episode preview card

(YGO DM: SPOILERS)

Me: Y'ALL ARE NOT PREPARED FOR THIS VIDEO

THE MUSIC AND INFAMOUS EPISODE PREVIEW K*LLS ME LMFAO

(This one's read by Yami Yuugi)

S: I need that one video of a Yu-Gi-Oh character telling someone to not die and the title card pops in right after saying "[Character name] dies!"

Me: THAT SOUNDS LIKE JONOUCHI/JOEY FROM YU-GI-OH DUEL MONSTERS (YGO DM) WHDHHSHSHSD

S: YEAH HIM LMFAOOOOO

Me: HELP I FOUND IT

I'm downloading this video

I didn't edit a single thing, guys, this is exactly what happens 😭😂

This will always be the fucking funniest thing in YGO DM, LMFAO

S: HELPPPPPPP

This is exactly what I needed

C: JONOUCHI DIES 😭

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Me: This scene became so popular that the infamous episode preview scene lines were read out by Kaiba and Marik's VAs at live events.

Anzu's, Kaiba's, and Marik's in order

Kaiba's VA, Kenjirou Tsuda, reads out the "Please don't die, Jonouchi! Next episode: Jonouchi dies!"

Kenjirou Tsuda is also the VA of TYL Lambo (KHR), Sigurd (FGO), Dainsleif (Genshin)

Jonouchi's VA: THIS GUY [KAIBA] ACTUALLY WANTS ME TO DIE

S: ANISBSIBSISBISBA

Me: Kenjirou Tsuda's deep voice is so good man

I LOVE YOU KAIBA AKLDSKLDSKLSDKL

Gay autistic son!

C: LMAOOO

Amazing

I love how the "Duel- standby!" is read out 😭

By Kaiba

God

C: You are valid

#Not gonna tag this one cuz my doodles are still a huge WIP #I'm still experimenting with how to draw him...#sen's rambles

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auranova26 · 1 year ago

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Mei-Ling Design Notes and Inspiration 2/2

If you stumbled on this randomly, please go read part 1 first before engaging any further. Please and thank you.😊🙏

With that disclaimer said, now we gotta talk about the Dark Embrace Burst for Mei-Ling. To be frank, most of the origins of how I came to give it to her and Hsien-Ko is basically already stated in Hsien-Ko's design notes, so you can go there to get an idea.

However, I would like to talk about some aspects of Mei-Ling's design in this form. The first time I drew her, it was super simple.

The first big note of change was with @capyguava rendition of Mei-Ling.

The additional markings on Mei-Ling's face were honestly beautiful, so I reworked her face to incorporate some of those ideas. Later on, made a render that fully showed of some other details.

The markings at her legs and feet and the mirror on her back. Having the mirror on her back was not only a call back to how the mirror was on her in her main timeline design, but also just really love the idea of how all that Qi and Corriyami in her body just sprouts out from there. This shot from her ref sheet shows off how there are some changes to the mirror as the story progresses.

The latest full render of her Dark Embrace steps up to show how her shadow can really look.

However, I want to give special notes to these two commissions made by O_C_o_r_v_o and aamiraglia.

I love the ideas they gave with the way her shadow can look. Like a flame or like water. It is sublime and I want to keep these in mind for future illustrations. Last note about the shadow: the shadow dragon. While the form her shadow can take is only limited by Mei-Ling's imagination, I really want to note the dragon. In a way, it is a form of catharsis for Mei-Ling. Utilizing the form of a dragon to bring down those who oppose her and Hsien-Ko. But also, it makes her feel connected to her mother as the shape of the dragon is similar to their mother's dragon form. The memory of that night is still quite strong. Makes it feel like her mother is aiding her in battle. It is ferocious in appearance, like Mei-Ling in this burst. But it is still eerily beautiful in a way with its majesty, like Mei-Ling.

Now to talk about Mei-Ling when she was human.

Off the bat, she doesn't really look that different compared to the major changes Hsien-Ko underwent when she became a jiangshi. However, I still wanted there to be some kind of difference. The biggest thing would be her hair. This is where Murai Shinobu comes back into the picture. I cannot say enough my love for her designs of Hsien-Ko and Mei-Ling and how much her 'Share' doujin means to me and helped to influence some aspects of the sisters for me. In a way of tribute, I wanted Mei-Ling's hair as a human to have the same general style that Murai draws for Mei-Ling: a straight bob cut.

Overall, rather normal and nice for this young mystic warrior. Her hair color was also different. While Hsien-Ko as a human had cool shades of black hair, I wanted Mei-Ling to have more warm shades of black for her hair. Not too drastic a change in hair color when she becomes a jiangshi. Her eyes were also changed. Again, kind like what Murai did, I went for some shade of brown for Mei-Ling's eyes. As for her clothes, once again a bianfu. As a twist, the colors of this bianfu are the reverse of her later beizi's color scheme. Also gave her red trousers as to keep her whole color scheme being very warm and vibrant.

In Darkstalkers, some crossover games they have appeared in, and even a number of anthology stories, Mei-Ling has been shown to be able to move and talk. To represent herself, she has a simple cartoon face of a pair of eyes and a mouth.

That is all well and good, but I wanted to go further. I got inspiration from this very funny random sprite of a card of the sisters doing a costume swap.

With that swap, Hsien-Ko became the ofuda. However, her ofuda form has her hair and a hat. I wanted to do the same for Mei-Ling. My first time drawing that is shown in the 'Jiangshi Tongue' piece I made.

Expressive and cute. However, when going about making the ref sheet, I stumbled upon this picture made by the wonderful artist skm_nnm.

I adore the idea of Mei-Ling being able to fly like a little paper spirit! Which… to be fair she is. So that detail is now part of her ofuda form for Cryas Darkstalkers. Some tweaks here and there, namely making her still feel like she is paper being and thus flat but giving enough details to her hair and hat in this form.

That should wrap things up with this very long two-part blog. I hope you can understand my sheer love and adoration for both sisters, especially showing a lot of love for Mei-Ling as she really deserves it. 😊💛

Lot of searching and thinking with an end result I am super proud of. I hope you take care and have a good day!

#cryas darkstalkers #darkstalkers #auranova26 #mei ling #shao #chinese #jiangshi #beautiful woman #mystic #spirit #design notes #she is such a cutie #look at her fly and emote #dark embrace

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year ago

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Cali & Ronali

Ali: [Private at Carly, clearly not the second we leave this Halloween party but still early enough that you will have these messages whenever you wake up tomorrow]

Ali: 🌄⏰🐦🪱🐓🌄

Ali: ☕️👸 how was the rest of the party, vvitch?

Carly: no need to ? how it went for u 🧜🏼‍♀️🔮

Carly: mustve proper lured the lad to his death for me to get a text out of you

Ali: Ugh, as if it wasn’t shaming enough how 🌃 n 🌇 the mood is with me, I’m always the cliche of turning into the WORST friend 💔

Carly: nah you’re the best

Carly: & hey now no talk of shame or cliches before youre 💔 @ me for what I turned into

Ali: You’re the one turning them all into 🐸🐸🐸s

Ali: no shame in your game 🧙‍♀️🔮

Carly: if I had myself some real 🔮💜🧿💙

Carly: but fuck us talking about my 😢😭 always

Carly: you’re 🥰🌹😁🌞🌻

Ali: there’s always room for every 🌈☀️⛅️☁️❄️💨💧☔️

Ali: but if I have to come back and knock some teeth out, I will be doing double for them ruining both our weekends

Ali: [send a picture of whatever stop you’ve hit so far]

Carly: sure but theres not for every ➡️⬅️⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️

Carly: dont you dare fetch yourself back here til hes work on or we’ll be the ones having a fall out baby

Ali: Promise?

Ali: because 🥰🌹😁🌞🌻

Carly: 🐸🐸🐸’ll still be where i left em when youre after doing your own spells

Carly: & I’ll be grand

Ali: Mosey was on one, I know that much

Ali: was basically hiding from him when Johnny found me

Carly: yea he wanted me to find you myself 1st but I said no like

Ali: well, he was only after that because he got embarrassed in the chat 🙄

Ali: not at all transparent and very flattering, boy

Carly: i offered him 🧟‍♀️💚 but he was off the poor girl soon as she showed herself, weren’t gonna drop it had to be u

Ali: He’d think it a power move

Ali: at least you made sure she still had a time worth coming out for

Carly: aw she’s so cute & ill not see her again now hes acting the gobshite 🥺👋

Ali: him not reckoning he can chat me up himself is hilarious though, as well as true but never thought I’d see the day with that ego

Carly: have to do everything myself but ah i reckon its a decent habit to get into w how things was left

Ali: You can invite 🧟‍♀️ over, you know where she worked

Ali: shop shouldn’t be packed up and gone quite yet

Carly: idk i dont have his ego

Ali: you were getting on great though

Carly: wes meant to be talking about how youre getting on w yer man there

Ali: Oh, right 😋

Ali: it’s weird, we’ve barely talked about it even

Carly: course no, he’d only be after saying something about it if u hurt him never shut the boy up then but when its he done wrong to you theres another story & closed 📙🧡

Carly: did he at least trouble himself to say some of what I taught you?

Ali: Loads

Ali: We’ll have to have more lessons but I got some of it

Ali: I don’t think any of it was an apology, no, like but he said some things that are as good as, to me anyway

Carly: 😁💛🌞💛

Carly: I was 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠 on everything I could

Ali: Your magick worked, baby

Ali: He’s never been that real with me

Carly: yours 🧜🏼‍♀️🧚‍♀️👼👸🏼👩🏼‍🎤🧙🏼‍♀️

Carly: unlike mine it never fails

Ali: the 🐸 just like being slimy 🐸s, it’s 1000000% them

Ali: Do you reckon I’m to believe him, if he says he hasn’t slept with anyone since then?

Carly: I’d

Carly: hes not been 1 to whore himself round like moses even back in the day before you was bringing yourself round

Ali: I did believe him when he said it, s’only talking about it now I realised I might’ve not but fuck it, I do

Carly: be his way to go about 🥺💔😢💔😭 from that there night w the full knowing of what hed lost himself hes no dope for all he is

Ali: He thought I’d got with Caleb and/or Drew, that was obvious, however trashed I was that night, and how mortifying the reread was

Carly: yea you was hammered enough to want to let him 💭 it til that went wrong

Carly: I shouldve had your phone off you I’m sorry

Ali: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I should’ve thought of a less pathetic plan to get his attention in the first place

Ali: It’s all over now and he’s so 🙃

Ali: We understand how to do this better

Carly: off timing can send the best to the bad but it’s on your side now

Carly: fate decided he had to lose u for proper for a bit to decide he for proper wanted you too 💫💞

Ali: So what are we to decide for you and Moses, is it a yes or is it a no

Ali: or a maybe

Carly: theres no me & moses

Carly: forces intervened to show me what he for proper 💭 of me & its not 💫💞 ill never unknow it even though he don't know I do

Ali: What do you know 🐇

Carly: I cant be telling you cos you’ll 💪🥊🤕

Carly: he can keep his 🦷🦷 to keep you 🥰🌹😁🌞🌻 idc youre away thats what matters

Ali: I know you can handle yourself as well as him

Ali: I promise I won’t 💪🥊🤕 until I’m naturally in the same place as him

Carly: it hurt so much idc how im still here to be 😶💙

Ali: no 🥺

Carly: how am I to look @ myself?

Ali: You’re perfect, in every way I can think of

Ali: he’s been on some absolute gobshite nonsense if he’s made you think any different

Carly: hes a point what he said in the group on ros bday about how thick I am, must be

Ali: his only point was being a cunt, often is

Carly: & ive always said hes not that bad, there then I am stupid for not knowing already he reckons im [whatever he said when he rated her horrifically]

Ali: who did he say that shit to?

Ali: For it to get back to you

Carly: all the lads

Carly: I thought he liked me for what he liked me for at least but turns out ive - craic & nothing to offer nobody like

Ali: He’s a freak who’s rating every sexual experience he has against his own made-up ranking and scale

Ali: it’s meant to be personal, and different, not comparable, he’s just wrong from the start

Ali: as well as a total, total cunt who doesn’t care if the girls he sleeps with hears this shit

Carly: yea well im not meant to have the knowing, forget i said a word, k?

Ali: but you do, if he tells every lad who he can, he’s aware that’s a possibility

Carly: its only a 😢☔️😭 day for me don’t let it ☁️ yours

Ali: don’t let him ☁️ you

Carly: ive got 🍭🍬 left still i’ll be grand when the sugar rush hits same as last night

Ali: You’d never done it before, how many times has he? He’s the only one with anything to be worrying about

Carly: idk idc

Carly: our tally stops on [idk what the number of times you’ve slept with this boy is, I dread to think]

Ali: 🍭🍬 are gonna treat you better than that moron

Carly: 🥳✨🎇🎊⚡️🎆🎉

Carly: have your own fun baby dont bother yourself w me

Ali: I’m always gonna, it’s not optional

Carly: nor is keeping that boy waiting ⌚️⏱⏲⏰⌛️⏳

Carly: not for me when he hates me enough

Ali: I won’t tell him any of this, you said you weren’t to know

Ali: Moses deserves revenge but if that’s not what you want then 😶 I swear

Carly: johno wouldnt smack him for calling me worse I know that

Carly: not his fave you are 🍀🐇🌠

Ali: I don’t need his opinion on this, it’s clear and there’s right and there’s wrong

Ali: imagine the fuss if you compared him and Ro, except you’d literally never do that because you’re a nice person

Carly: theres no comparison how you said

Carly: it was only different how they are

Ali: That’s how it should be, even I know that and my tally is just the one right now

Carly: but what a 1

Carly: theres no comparison but you chose better

Ali: He’s as mean to you

Ali: it does make me a bad friend

Carly: long as hes not to you again

Ali: he was worried about me when we went away, that’s more than I can say for my parents so

Carly: & hes making you happy which is all I want for u ever

Ali: I’ll try and have all the self-respect if he’s not again and walk away 😤

Carly: johnos learnt you’re not gonna have to walk yourself nowhere no more

Ali: God I love this bike 🥴

Carly: you know he loves u when he lets you on the front to have a drive of it instead of only the back 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠

Ali: …

Carly: my god

Carly: youre not coming back, I’m to never see you again

Ali: Sounds like you’re doubting my riding ability

Carly: I’m saying watch he don’t drive you past no 💒💍

Ali: Now you know he’d never 😏

Carly: hed have no girl driving him, johno I know

Carly: to be sure cant doubt your other riding ability at all 🍆🔮💜

Ali: only for a 🤏

Ali: Was going to say now he’s seen my own bike but just sounds like some weird euphemism 😹

Carly: 😅

Carly: i love when people reckon theyre up to something gas calling me a bike but it just sounds cute 🚲💐

Ali: The insults just don’t hit like they used to, I swear, if it was at least 😅 I’d have to pretend to be slightly offended for ‘em

Carly: I’ll give it a lash thinking of some decent when u leave me here cos youre away 💒💍

Ali: Behave yourself, not even old enough to get myself the pill

Carly: do you need it? Ill send [her mum] off soon as youre back like

Ali: I think it’ll be too late but we can try

Ali: I’m not, I’d be able to tell 🔮

Carly: I’ll busy myself w magic of my own to try & keep u safe how hes not, must be I love u more

Ali: No doubt about it 💙💜

Carly: ill miss you 🥺❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🥺

Ali: He’s got work like you said, can only keep him that long

Ali: will we not go to school and have a day to ourselves

Carly: [her mum] swears herself by gin & a hot bath so thats a date there or we can take ourselves off up the mountain & roll you down?

Ali: gravitys sure to save me 😵‍💫

Carly: i’d save you baby

Ali: 🥺

Carly: will we go get new clothes for bonfire night? youve some english in u we can celebrate it

Ali: 🔥🦋👠🍄🦔💃🥁🧨🪓🍁👢🍎🧚🍂🦊🪐🔥

Ali: we gotta

Carly: @ your house or are you to tell ro cos he’ll listen to you?

Ali: See the mood anyone @ mine is in by then…

Carly: ah fuck you’ll be in disgrace for your 💒💍 true enough

Ali: Might be that my ma will think it’s a killer idea if it gets Ro interested, girl Ro, btw

Carly: I can’t w em having the same name, I’ll have to call her something else, it’s been said when me & he celebrated his bday together I’d be 😳🍨

Ali: 🤣

Ali: We can invite boy Ro, and Bart, they’d both come

Carly: might be he’ll be after seeing or bringing his girl idk

Ali: I saw the 😘 but Idk who she is, do I?

Carly: I think her name’s [something it either is or isn’t but unlike Moses we genuinely think it is and aren’t just trying to be funny or shady] but thats all I know of her

Ali: The more the merrier, anyway, the guestlist is lacking these days

Carly: long as I can party w my 👶 fave

Ali: 💛🎇😈🎆💛

Ali: He’s guaranteed to be there, he can’t make an excuse yet

Carly: what we dressing him up as?

Ali: Gonna need a Guy for the bonfire

Carly: aw 👶🧨💥

Ali: He’ll love the threat of violence, for sure

Ali: That’s settled

Carly: you said u 👀 the 💋💓🥰💘 whatd u 💭 to 🤠🤎?

Ali: Hmm, he’s very considerate, I’d say

Ali: would be better in a private setting, undoubtedly, without all the 💬

Carly: yea

Ali: What are you 💭 of 🤠🤎?

Carly: i told him he was to keep seeing this girl cos he was telling me to keep myself from moses but maybe I was not to

Carly: things still dont feel the same between me & ro for my getting myself involved idk

Ali: You were only pointing out it wasn’t his place, that’s what I would 💭 if I were him

Ali: They never do anything they don’t want to do, yeah

Carly: it was him told me about the ratings

Ali: Oh

Ali: did it feel like he was telling you like a friend or that he was trying to be a dick with it like Moses?

Carly: he was being nice to me before & he didnt wanna say but I’d not shut up about it

Ali: It would make sense for him caring about you going with Moses, him knowing and not liking that he rates you all

Carly: ive never known him as 😤😠 @ me, yea 😡🤬

Ali: I think he likes you

Carly: what?

Carly: no

Ali: Hmm, I’m keeping my 👀 peeled

Carly: why do u think hed like me?

Ali: If he was just a friend looking out for you, he wouldn’t need to be all 😤😠😡🤬

Ali: Ro wouldn’t be, would he?

Carly: ro never is

Ali: Right

Carly: he said im to behave more like a sister though

Carly: he cant like me if hes saying that

Ali: Okay, odd choice of words

Ali: but you know he’s not meant to like you, he’s Johnny’s brother, like

Carly: k true

Ali: It would add up, I’m not saying 100% but he would’ve joined in harder after the whole birthday thing, I think, if he didn’t like you

Carly: he troubled himself when I was crying

Carly: oh

Ali: yeah

Ali: Do you like him?

Carly: idk hes always slagging me, 1st to, ive never ever 💭

Carly: god i told him to keep on w that girl he’ll think im a massive bitch if he likes me & im there like hey cute couple yous

Ali: Nah, you don’t have to like him back, little awkward, sure but you’re not obligated

Carly: ive just remembered ive gone on about girls hes fucked too 😳🍨 wow

Ali: 😶

Carly: im chucking myself in the bonfire like

Ali: you’ll do no such thing, the costume’ll be off

Carly: hes been trying to help me this entire time 🥺 & what did I do? I hate myself 🤢🤮

Ali: He’s been far from perfect, if it was obvious, you wouldn’t have said any of those things

Ali: and you’ll be more embarrassed than him at this point

Carly: 🍭🍬 would kick in this minute

Ali: breathe, baby

Carly: 😵‍💫

Ali: There’s not a thing for you to worry about, if he does like you, it’s a mostly nice thing and you can handle it, if he doesn’t, then there’s nothing for you to think on now

Carly: & you’ll keep an eye how you said?

Carly: I don’t wanna make it no worse for the poor lad than I’ve already either way

Ali: Of course

Ali: you aren’t going to, you were just clueless, which is obviously how he wanted it, in fairness

Carly: i feel bad for being when I’m meant to know these boys better than most & it turns out I dont

Ali: I think that’s growing up

Ali: none of us know each other as well as we’d think

Carly: promise we know each other though

Ali: ‘course

Ali: We’re not claiming to know each other since 👶👶s though

Ali: sometimes I think they’re the people you know the least

Carly: yea, I reckon youre 🎯 w that 1

Ali: Sorry, downer

Ali: you wouldn’t know I was 😍🥰😘

Carly: i was who started it sorry

Ali: don’t be sorry, I’ll have to prepare for the comedown of leaving him

Carly: ill bring the 🌈🌞 when youre 😢☔️😭 swear

Ali: ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Carly: whatever ive to take

Ali: Makes a case for showing at school just to get the plug but nah

Ali: we don’t need them, got our own fun of rolling me down hills and into baths to contend with

Carly: I love you

Carly: it’ll be fun 🤞❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤞

Ali: Always, angel

Carly: but go have loads w out me 1st 😍🥰😘

Ali: I can’t stop

Ali: I will find you when I’m back

Carly: til he finds u on his lunch break sure

Ali: 🙏🙏🙏

Ali: think I’ll go insane if he tries to leave me waiting

Carly: hed b insane to

Ali: I know I can’t message him, he’ll be fuming

Carly: youll have no need trust me im not clueless on that

Ali: It isn’t going to be two months, not again

Carly: itll not be 2 days ⌚️⏱⏲⏰⌛️⏳

Carly: youll be counting it in hours

Ali: I just love him

Carly: I know baby & we both do he loves u too

Ali: He likes me a lot

Carly: k if thats what you wanna act like I said

Ali: That’s just what he says

Carly: well he would

Ali: I don’t see it as a copout, he says it like he means it

Carly: its no copout course he means it same as what he cant say & s’only to show in what he does

Ali: I’m glad he’s only 16, that we have time

Carly: youve donkey’s for it to be unreal

Ali: 🤎🤎🚀🍯🐺🔑🎠🥾⚡️🎲🍭☄️🤎

Ali: I need to invite him back over mine, erase that memory with it

Carly: soon as

Carly: have him do all he did cept this time hes to stay

Ali: 🤔 and make sure I pick up his clothes from the stairs this time, note to self

Carly: yea 😅

Ali: Poor, poor Thomas

Carly: whats he to dress up as? I’ll ask him while youre too busy to talk to me no more

Ali: replaced, shocking behaviour 😚

Carly: yours

Carly: im here behaving as a wifey waiting on u back

Ali: We all knew I behaved shockingly

Ali: 😎🤘

Carly: y your my forever & ever fave 🐅🧡 dont change 🐆🖤

Ali: and you’re why I’ll come back, even though I could let him drive and drive until we’re 🌊

Carly: 🥺 will I 😢😭 til youre back for the want of u?

Ali: you mustn’t, you’ve got so many outfits to plan

Carly: & lads to keep myself from

Ali: I’ll plot my revenge he’ll not even know is from us

Carly: no youre busy

Ali: when there’s room in my head for it

Ali: have to drive sometimes if we’re to reach [however far yous are going]

Carly: u heard me theres donkey’s before u need room in your head for nothing else quit your driving too far ahead of yourself

Ali: 🥺💛💛 okay

Carly: or ill have the outfit back on & put you under a spell like

Ali: I’m so under it

Carly: grand, thats more as it should be

Carly: 🤎🤎🚀🍯🐺🔑🎠🥾⚡️🎲🍭☄️🤎

Ali: 💀 RIP me

Carly: youre living too 🥰🌹😁🌞🌻 to die & sure the bikes too fast as well 💨🌠🚀☄️

Ali: There’s too much left to see and feel

Carly: so on ye go 💜🧚❤️🐞🍃💚🐝💛👼🏼💙🦋🧡

Ronan: [@ Ali at some point when she vanishes from this party and has been gone long enough for him to notice that isn’t like at a stalker level of where is she?]

Ronan: Hey

Ronan: you reckoning on hiding yourself all night?

Ali: [When you really did]

Ali: 👻 antics are seasonally appropriate but still proper bad craic

Ronan: Mosey and his bad craic’s not so scary

Ronan: and he gave it up to take Carls off before long, you know

Ali: Ah, don’t you be putting it about that I’m scared of that boy

Ronan: What was it happened? Too many sweets?

Ronan: she said you’re not feeling yourself when I saw her the now but not you

Ali: This time of year does make me think about my sister and brother

Ali: ended up needing some peace and quiet, like

Ronan: Yeah ‘course

Ronan: I should’ve reckoned on that, but we know where each other is if you need something else, you’ve only to say and I’ll bring it ‘round there, no bother

Ali: You’re a good mate, too good of one to subject to a deep and meaningful about all my bullshit but I’ll keep that in mind

Ali: how was the rest then, what did I miss?

Ronan: [tell her the kind of stories you always get from teen parties, nothing too drama I’m sure because you’re trying to cheer her, more like silly antics from friends and peeps she’d also know]

Ali: 😅

Ali: I saw your 🎆

Ronan: Ah well, I had myself crossed you would, knowing how much you like ‘em

Ali: A fellow pyro after my own heart

Ronan: Party’s to go with a bang, eh? Or how much of one would it be, like?

Ali: Do yous have any left? Speaking of

Ronan: Some, but I can get more if needs

Ali: Might be having my own little shindig next weekend, providing my parents aren’t on at me over this or that

Ronan: At yours? I’ve never had an invite there before when the rest are in

Ali: You don’t have to, but they’re not total dickheads, I swear

Ronan: Are your parents going to be about?

Ali: It’s bonfire night, you know, food, sparklers, that kind of family-friendly content

Ronan: So they’re about and you’re after me meeting them?

Ali: Oh my God, don’t make it sound like that 🙄😳

Ali: Carls and Bart are invited too, obviously

Ronan: Right then, we’ll all of us come

Ali: 😁

Ali: and bring fireworks, lots of

Ronan: Many as we can all of us carry, swear

Ali: My little brother will be made up 🤩

Ronan: Mine act up for ‘em too, I don’t know how it is there’s any left or they’ve fingers

Ali: Do not let him help, whatever he tries to say, no sense yet that one

Ronan: Come on, he’ll not have sense ‘til he learns it, and I’ll not let him get himself blown to bits

Ali: He’s 3, boyo

Ali: take it up with my ma, if you’re so inclined 😉

Ronan: Be a grand impression to make on her that would, I’ll behave decent, don’t you worry

Ali: I’m not, they’re pretty chill and you’re a good boy really

Ronan: I’ll really try

Ali: aw shucks

Ali: Don’t try too hard, they’ll be after replacing me with you

Ronan: You couldn’t be replaced by nobody

Ali: FINE, I’ll make [something swag she has clearly made before that is somehow seasonably appropriate, you get my vibe lol]

Ronan: Fireworks for [this thing]’s a fair enough trade

Ali: Fireworks and compliments, you’re out of pocket

Ronan: Only called you irreplaceable, barely even counts as

Ali: True… thought you said you were trying

Ronan: At the weekend

Ronan: you can’t expect it morning after

Ali: You’re only at your full potential on a 🌕 I know

Ronan: Yeah, might be

Ali: You remembered to declaw and defur yourself yet?

Ronan: [a selfie there is no need of except his blatant crush]

Ali: 👋🐺

Ali: Your costume was sick

Ronan: Shop was cool, shame Mosey boy got that girl out of it for nothing but weren’t a wasted trip for me, can’t say that

Ronan: you looked best out of everyone though and you never went down

Ali: Sure she’ll survive without his attentions, be better for it no doubt

Ali: I’d been planning ages

Ronan: Could tell, it proper showed

Ali: Cheers 🧜‍♀️🌊💚

Ali: Bit gutted I accidentally matched Mosey, no meet-cute like Bartley and that lass

Ronan: Was bad luck for you

Ronan: thought I’d had a touch of my own turning Carls onto girls herself ‘til she set me and herself straight going with him again

Ali: You dope 😅 she were only cheering her for bothering to come out, like you said

Ronan: I don’t know, seemed more to me

Ali: Really?

Ali: I mean, if she ended up going with Moses, easy way to get his attention 🤷‍♀️

Ronan: True, it’ll be that

Ali: Did you think 🧟‍♀️ was cute?

Ronan: Mosey and Carls both being all over her she must’ve had something going on, but I never noticed what

Ali: Me either

Ronan: Be green for days her, who’s after troubling themselves scrubbing her back? A job and a half I’m not signing up for

Ali: Be alright if she was still working in that shop, not fuck knows where now

Ronan: I was told [somewhere it’s hilariously inappropriate for her to still be green, for the lols, soz girl]

Ali: 😱😱😱 Makes me wanna rock up and see, that does

Ronan: I’ll take you now

Ali: Ah, can’t

Ronan: Why? She might’ve got it all off tomorrow

Ali: Not at home atm

Ronan: She’ll probably be working ‘til [a time] when are you? I’ll come for you and we can go over

Ali: On an adventure 🌄

Ali: Photographic evidence if you go, please

Ronan: I’ll be on my way to go get a selfie with her

Ali: Can see what you reckon in the cold light of day

Ronan: Can’t be falling out with Carls over it, took ages for us to be friends again

Ali: I’m so glad you’re sorted though

Ronan: And me

Ali: You handled it good

Ronan: You reckon? Cheers

Ali: Trust, I’d feel insanely awkward in the middle if you hadn’t

Ronan: Trust, I don’t want it to be like that, for none of us

Ali: None of us do, that’s why we get on so well

Ronan: Yeah

Ali: We’re alright, aren’t we?

Ronan: What do you mean? ‘Course we are

Ali: Just checking, wouldn’t want my party dip to have you holding a grudge

Ronan: I should’ve checked on you better myself, seen you was alright

Ali: Nah, not at all

Ronan: I’ll be able to keep a closer eye on you at the next

Ali: Well, that’s true

Ali: can’t get quite as hectic but we’ll try

Ronan: It’ll be good

Ali: Match your behaviour, yeah

Ronan: You’re not promising to be?

Ali: Where’s my incentive to do that?

Ronan: I can’t say I know what that word is, not going school no more

Ali: 😏 I’m not promising, is the long and short of it

Ronan: You want me to make you, is why, is it?

Ali: 😆 Shut up, you

Ronan: Yeah, you’re after me giving you something to behave, I’ve worked it out

Ali: You’re such a wind-up, you sound like your brother

Ronan: Me? You with your big words and wanting of presents

Ali: Touche 😬

Ronan: We don’t neither of us need to follow his way for nothing

Ali: I’m certainly not planning to, don’t you worry

Ronan: I’m not, you go your own, have since I’ve known you

Ali: And I’d only ever compare you to Moses to take the piss, not to be an absolute bitch, promise

Ronan: He goes his own too, less of a compliment in it there

Ali: Was going to say you’re too fair for your own good

Ronan: But he’s still my brother, end of the day

Ali: Yeah, can’t pick ‘em, I get it

Ronan: And he might grow up out of it, others have

Ali: There’s always time for that

Ronan: Time for Carly to walk away from him

Ali: She’s done with him

Ronan: She’s said?

Ali: Yeah, I’ve spoken to her

Ali: Unsurprising he managed to fuck it up again, obviously

Ronan: How do you know she means it when there’s been a before?

Ali: I can’t see the future that well but she’s even more upset with him right now so

Ronan: Least he’ll not be there at your party, can’t tempt her back

Ali: Couldn’t imagine he’d be after no invite

Ronan: I could, how he were looking for you last night

Ali: That’s probably mostly because Johnny called him a cunt, looking for ways to win back some rep, or whatever nonsense

Ronan: And he’ll still be trying, didn’t manage to win nothing sleeping with Carls, not to John Boy

Ali: Either way, he’s not invited to have no [whatever we said we’re making]

Ronan: He don’t have no clue where you live to crash it

Ali: Thank God

Ronan: I’d not tell him, nor would she

Ali: Do you know if Bartley likes Carly?

Ronan: Likes? I’ve to check I saw what I reckon you wrote

Ali: I know, but don’t you think he dislikes her a little TOO hard? Think about it

Ronan: Johno don’t like her that hard, they’re brothers, there’s sense he’d follow feeling the same, we’re all of us meant to

Ali: I suppose so

Ronan: That why he’s invited?

Ali: No, he’s just pretty chill too

Ronan: I don’t reckon he likes that girl Mosey brought over to him

Ali: No, duh, that was just him looking for more ways to piss Johnny off

Ali: sure she’s nice and all but

Ronan: But he don’t bother himself with most girls, now I’m thinking how you said to

Ali: He probably likes someone then, even if it ain’t Carls 💭

Ronan: I can’t remember when he has before last night, ages then

Ali: Don’t tell him, will you, I’m just wondering out loud

Ronan: And me, you’ve started me off

Ali: Don’t 🤯 boy

Ronan: Who else’d he like?

Ronan: [just suggesting some girls it could be lol]

Ali: Do you boys not talk?

Ronan: He don’t talk about that ‘cept to join in with how the others are, might be there’s good reason if he’s after her

Ali: Do you join in?

Ronan: When I have to, there’s no getting out of it some of the time

Ali: Yeah, boys will be boys

Ronan: It’s harmless, more or less

Ali: It’s what you do, anyway

Ronan: Don’t girls?

Ali: Sure, some do

Ronan: Nothing’s been said about you

Ali: I’m not worried about myself, you’re alright

Ali: what’s there to be said, anyway?

Ronan: Carls isn’t worried about herself neither

Ali: Must be all good then

Ronan: Look, I don’t know why you’re off with me for this

Ali: I’m not just change the subject, it’s not your fault

Ronan: What aren’t you telling me?

Ali: I said I wouldn’t 🤐

Ronan: Ali

Ali: Don’t first name me, Mr Serious

Ali: it’s okay, it’s handled

Ronan: Quit your leaving me out of what’s to be handled

Ali: I told you she’s upset with Moses, connect those dots, think of the many reasons that could be

Ali: that’s all you need to know, and why she’s done with him

Ronan: Fuck, who told her?

Ronan: he can’t have done

Ali: Surprisingly not, hardly outside of his remit but nah

Ali: I don’t know, I wasn’t there when she found out

Ronan: She never said where she heard it?

Ali: She doesn’t want a fuss, it’s embarrassing enough

Ronan: Yeah, why she weren’t to know

Ali: If you chat shit, you can’t assume it isn’t going to be heard by other people

Ronan: Jesus, how’s she?

Ali: Crappy, you could try and cheer her up without making it dead obvious you know

Ali: as I can’t get home to be there quick enough

Ronan: I’ll get myself over to see her

Ali: Good man

Ronan: I’ll try, like

Ronan: to be less of a messer

Ali: You’re not the only one

Ronan: Don’t mean it’s cool for me to be one of

Ali: No, not really but it’s your life and your shit to figure out

Ronan: It’s not easy living here

Ali: There’s plenty of expectation

Ronan: Nor having him for a brother, but you know we’re not the same

Ali: Of course, it’s his rating system, not yours

Ronan: I treat her as decent as I can

Ali: I know that too, so does she

Ronan: Are we alright?

Ali: Yes, we’re all good, Ro

Ronan: I’ll be going to cheer up Carly then

Ali: I appreciate it, I’ll be back Monday, she’s got that planned and booked in

Ronan: I’m gonna be about ‘til work sends me off

Ali: Maybe I’ll see you then, if we happen to catch each other

Ronan: Maybe

Ali: Are we alright?

Ronan: I asked you, how am I to have the answer? I don’t

Ali: I haven’t been judgy about your locker room talk, what you have to do to fit in

Ronan: No, but you’re still mad about it

Ali: I can’t change my worldview to think it’s alright, doesn’t mean we need to fight

Ronan: I can’t fight with all of the lads about theirs, not all the time

Ali: I understand that

Ronan: You don’t, you’ve no clue how it is

Ali: I didn’t say I’ve been through it, I know that you do, the toll it can take

Ronan: There’s just constant grief and aggro for not calling her a whore or wanting her to leave

Ali: You’ve a part to play

Ronan: It was meant to get better for doing what Moses said to on my birthday, but it’s not

Ali: like you said, no one is going to be satisfied until she’s gone

Ronan: Her ma won’t, she’s stuck ‘round this long

Ali: God knows why

Ronan: What am I to do?

Ali: Why would I have the answer? If only, like

Ronan: You’re smart, smarter than me

Ali: I’m not, and it’s about your life and what you have to do for yourself, I couldn’t begin to tell you

Ronan: I’ll go to Carly, it’s all there is to do at the minute

Ali: It’s a start, isn’t it

Ronan: See you Monday, maybe

Ali: I’m sorry you’re stressed out now too, I wish I could help

Ronan: You’ve a point, it’s not your problem

Ali: I didn’t mean it how that sounds, I care, I just don’t know what you can or should do

Ronan: Yeah, I know

Ali: Okay, I’ll let you go then

Ronan: Later, like

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izarblack · 2 years ago

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Please ignore my mistakes 🙏 I don't have a laptop and I am doing this all on my phone. Thank you 💖

-Also violence imminent in this chapter. You've been warned -

∆ Years before it all began ∆

CHAPTER THREE

The wind rustled the leaves of the forest, save that all else was quiet. Hidden in the shadows sat two silent figures, staring at a heard of Antelope. The youngest of the two drew a bow as they listened to the silent whispers of the one next to them before the arrow drawn taut, was let loose on the unsuspecting stag in the heard.

The sound of the arrow hitting its target filled the air. Paniced, the heard scattered to the four winds. Along with the Stag that wailed in pain. The arrow lodged in the base of it's neck. The older figure jumped into action. Cutting off the Stags retreat and causing it to stumble and fall face first into the ground.

The Stag cried out in pain and alarm. It wasn't long before she lept onto the Stag and plunged a dagger into it, causing a fatal blow. When it stopped moving she breathed a sigh of relief.

"S-sorry, mom..."

"It's okay Izar you did well. Your aim has improved and you're getting closer to what it should be."

"But I still caused it to suffer..."

"Hey it's okay. Even in a warriors battle it is hard to not make an enemy soldier suffer from wounds. But in time you will learn to minimize damage done. I promise, for now tho you are doing splendidly for your first time with a bow. Hey, it might be your calling as a warrior."

Izar's eyes lit up his ears twitching in excitement, "Really?"

"Absolutely, out of the younglings I knew you are definitely extremely promising with a bow," She smiled at him. "Just remember... Hear... Feel... And Think... All will be clear as long as you do thos things. Hear the whispers on the breeze, feel the life of the woods, and think about all that can be done with a calm mind. "

Izar nodded, his mother always used Hear, Feel, and Think for many things. He wondered why it was something so engrained in her to say sometimes. He made his way over to her as she went about preparing the Stag for transportation back to camp. "Do you think what we got the last couple of days is enough to bring back home?"

His mother paused, "Well between the Boar on the first day, the few Marmots we got the second day and this Stag. I would say we have enough to last use for a few weeks if we preserve the meat right. Even longer if we decide to dry it in strips."

Izar pondered a moment, "Should we preserve the Boar and dry the Marmot and Stag?"

"That definitely would be the best route to take for what we gotten thus far. Considering that the Wild Boar itself was actually rather massive compared to the Marmots and Stag we got... Now lets head back to camp and string the Stag up before we leave tomorrow to head back home. "

"M'kay," Izar playfully saluted her with a smile.

When they made it to camp Izar helped his mother to string the stag up high in the trees to keep other beasts from their kill. Once done they went about setting up perimeter traps before the turned in for the night.

When dawn of the next morning came V'atillia woke as the son rose and woke Izar who lazily yawned and stretched to try and chase the sleep from his body.

"G'morning mom," he said through a yawn which she chuckled lightly at.

"Good morning my Tiger, sleep well?"

"Yes, how'd you sleep mom?"

"I probably slept as well as you did my cub. Now lets get the haul strapped on the makeshift cart and start heading back home."

Izar started to help with unstringing the kills and helped his mother load their kills onto their makeshift cart made up of branches and twine. Once finished they quickly delt with their traps and the rest of camp and made sure nothing was left behind before they headed out.

Slinging his quiver over his shoulder along with his bow, he grabbed the handle of the cart along with his mother to help pull it home. Occasionally they would stop for small breaks to eat and drink to keep up their strength and stamina. The sun was starting to fall by the time they reached the hill that hid the view of their home.

However, half way up the hill his mother forced the cart to a stop. She looked around slowly, her senses on full alert.

Izar could sense the unease that was rolling off his mother and stayed quiet for the time being, following her lead by trying to sense what she did. One thing was for sure... The forest was to quiet... An eerie silence that usually never came naturally.

Swallowing thickly he moved closer to his mother, who started to move the cart again. When they reached the cottage she silently ushered his towards the hunting shed where they delt with theirs hunts. He nodded and tried to silently unload their hunts starting with the Marmots. He wasn't certain he could handle the Stag or Boar on his own. His young body wouldn't be able to manage their weight.

Izar felt himself jump when he heard his mother unsheath her daggers. His eyes looked to where she was and their eyes met. She motioned him to stay out of sight, so he hunkered down in the shadows.

He watched her silently approach the cottage, her hair was standing on end as she calmly made her way to the door. Which Izar now noticed was a jar. His whole body went stiff as everything screamed in him to stop her. An instinct he'd picked up on long ago when he sensed danger was near. By the time he tought to say anything his mother came crashing to the ground from within the cottage.

A booming laugh filled the air, "Well I see this pretty kitten has claws. Lets play with her for a bit. Shall we boys?"

More laughter as people started appearing from within the cottage as well as the shadows of the forest. The sound of a lantern could be heard breaking and in moments the cottage was on fire. Every single one of the bandits were weilding battle axes. Their boss, weilding duel axes.

'How did we miss them coming in?' Izar's mind screamed at him.

His mother quickly rolled to her feet and assumed what looked to be a battle stance he's only ever seen her use once back when they lived with the tribe. Her teeth were glenched in an almost snarling look. Her eyes were sharp like steal as tge stared at the hulking man.

The boss tilted his head before motioning his mean to have fun with her. Izar was frozen, unable to muster any courage to help his mother who took on the first few like a tiger ripping through its prey. Two were sliced up before they could even land a hit. The third getting badly injured before the partied the fourth only to be struck by the fifth.

She cried out in pain as the axe tore through her side. But she stayed standing and determined to take down her foes. So wrapped up in her fight was he was that Izar did not sense the brute who snuck up on him.

Izar cried out in alarm as he was grabbed roughly and thrown to the ground out of his hiding spot. This in turn caused his mother to lose concentration and one of the men landed another blow. This time to one of her arms. Making her lose her grip on one of her blades as she cried out again in pain.

"Mom!"

"Ah so the she witch had a welp," the men blocked her from getting to Izar. He stared up in fear at the hulking man before him. His whole body froze as images flashed before his eyes, of all the evils this man had done. His body trembled as the visions created the most intense headache he'd ever had.

"RUN IZAR!!" V'atillia screamed.

As tho her words were some kind of electric shock Izar tried to turn and run as fast as he could, only for white hot pain to shoot across his back from his left hip to right shoulder. Izar screamed out in pain.

Hearing her cubs pained cry her whole body went on overdrive as she became the Tigress again, this time to protect her cub from harm. The sound of his men crying out in pain made the hulking man turn. To witness her shredding them one by one.

"Well, well the she cat still has fight left in her... Well I guess it's my turn to play then."

Izar watched from where he lay as she fought the man. Her one small blade all she had to fight off the attacks that came at her. It was taking a toll as slowly her body became more sliced up as time passed.

He wasn't sure how he did it, but he no longer felt scared anymore and the pain he felt was a dull throb. He glanced over to his mother's discarded blade and silently made his way to it. Once he had it in his grasp he turned to the man who wasn't paying him any attention. With what strength he had left he ran at the man silently. When his blade sunk hilt deep in the man's side, it caught him off gaurd long enough for his mother to land the killing blow.

He sputtered as the blade she weilded sliced through his jugular and severed muscle and tendons both. Effectively making sure he would never recover from it. He toppled over, dropping his axes as his large hands reached to try and stop the bleeding, which would never happen.

In moments the leader of the bandits died from blood loss. Those who were left of his men fled, except for one. He took his chances and tried to kill Izar.

"No!" V'atillia threw herself infront of his blade sheilding her cub from anymore harm.

"Mom!... Mom no no no... This isn't happening..." He started to panick.

A gentle hand touched his cheek, "I love... You... Izar... P... Lease... L-live." His mother uttered her last words and Izar's mind seemed to shut down.

The man who'd killed his mother laughed nervously before he laughed maniacally, "I got her... I killed her for you boss, you have been avenged... Hahahaha."

He'd forgotten all about Izar... Probably didn't even view him as a threat. It was his mistake. Before the bandit knew what hit him a blade was shoved deeply into his side before it was ripped out again. The man cried out and toppled over, his mind not registering where the pain came from before Izar jumped him and stabbed him over and over again until he stopped moving.

He eventually left the dead man and made his way back to his mother's lifeless form. He tugged at her body, until he held her close. He silently held her for a long time before his mind caught up and he slowly started to break. The most earth shattering cry of pain left him. His sorrow wracking his body enough to make him feel weak as he held her lifeless form.

He's not sure when it was but it started to rain when his cries turned to soft sobs before they eventually went to silent tears. He registered the sound of pounding hooves but he couldn't bring himself to care. The sound of voices filled the air before the gasps were heard as they took in the sight of the carnage. One voice rang clear in the air causing him to turn his head to watch Nunoux rush to his side.

"Izar! By Thall what happened?..." He looked down at V'atillia in his arms only for him to still, "No... This can't be..."

"She saved me," Izar's rough voice from crying reached his ears, "She saved me but I couldn't... save her." He sobbed, "I couldn't save her Master Nunoux..."

Nunoux wrapped his arms around Izar as the younger male leaned into him clunging to his outfit, Nunoux realized the state he was in later than he should have as the young Miqo'te slumped heavily in his arms.

"I need a healer over here!" Nunoux shouted drawing the soldiers attention.

Izar's senses eventually dulled and all fell silent as darkness enveloped him in a sweet embrace. Yet a warmth spread over his body from somewhere he could not pinpoint. He eventually ignored to warmth and fell deeper into the dark embrace of nothingness.

#final fantasy xiv #fanfic #izar black

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expectos-writings · 3 years ago

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Hey 👋 another Bobby x female reader from the spicy list #136 and #137 please and thank you 🙏

(A/n: sorry it took so long, BUT I made it extra long and spicy to make up for it ahahaha, hope this lives up to the expectations)

Only fans (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 2570

Rating: M

Summary: When your landlord Bobby find out he is subscribed to your only fans, he pays you a visit. (Only fans!Reader and slut shaming ahead)

It started as a normal night for you, just cooking up dinner in your shitty apartment. You had paid your rent early this month because you had made a great sum of money in the past few weeks. At first it was hard scraping together money to pay the bills.

That is until you discovered only fans.

It wasn’t something you were particularly proud of or anything, but damnit it sure got you a lot of money. You didn’t really have a steady job, just some cleaning jobs here and there, barely enough to keep the lights on. You always made sure never to post your face so no one would find out it was you behind the pictures.

You were in your comfy outfit, just panties and an oversized shirt. Since moving to Florida you hadn’t made any friends and the contact with your parents was not great either. That is why you were quite surprised when you heard a loud knock on your door.

‘Who is it?’ you yelled, thinking it was probably another drunk tenant who accidentally banged on the wrong door once again and you didn’t want to risk leaving your dinner alone.

‘It’s me, doll.’ A familiar voice answers from behind the door. What the hell could Bobby possibly need from you at this hour? You had paid your bills and made sure not the be a nuisance last month, but his voice drew you in anyways. You turn of the stove and go to answer the door.

Bobby, who usually had his working attire on, was now in his jeans and a scrunched up button up shirt, the top few buttons still open revealing a small patch of chest hair. The interactions you had previously had with him were brief, but not at all unpleasant. Usually, it was some flirting back and forth in the hallways but never more.

‘What do you want?’ you ask shortly, the look on his face made you uneasy. He looked mad, and you could not think of one reason why he would be angry with you.

‘Just a question, and I need you to answer honestly. What do you do for a living?’

Shit.

His question caught you off guard. You were not ready to tell anyone what you did online for money. If possible, you would never tell anyone about it.

‘That’s none of your business, handsome.’ You say eying him up and down, his feral state was something you’d never seen before but damnit, it was attractive as hell.

‘You suddenly come to me early in the month, hand me a full months worth of rent in cash, and expect me to not ask any questions?’ he raises one eyebrow. You shift from one foot to the other, he had a point there.

‘Why, is it a bad thing I paid you a bit early?’ you try and divert the question back to him.

‘This may not be a reputable neighbourhood, sweetheart, but there are some boundaries I have to set.’ He takes out his phone from his pocket. You lean against the doorframe, thinking ‘what is he going to come up with now?’.

But nothing in your brain could have prepared you for the picture he showed you.

It was one of your own pictures from your only fans. But there is no way he could know it is you, right?

‘Bobby, if you came up here just to tell me you subscribed to someone’s only fans I swear to…’ but he is quick to cut you off.

‘Doesn’t that lamp right there on the picture look familiar to you?’ he continuous. You mentally slap yourself in the face. You had never paid any mind to the backgrounds. But there, clear as day, was your bedside lamp. Why did you have to get that dinosaur shaped lamp…

‘So, you came here to tell me you subscribed to MY only fans?’ you smirk, thinking you got him cornered now.

‘What you do in your spare time is your choice, darling. It is however required that I know what your profession is and how you pay the bills. Besides that, I can’t have my appartements getting a bad reputation because of you.’ His voice is stern but laced with something darker. His words annoy you to no end, why does he even think he gets to have a say in what you do?

‘First off all, I’m flattered by your donations to my rent.’ He rolls his eyes at your comment and is ready to retaliate, but you’re not done yet. ‘Secondly, you are not required to know shit about my side jobs in my spare time. My profession is cleaning lady, this is just a good paying hobby. Third, your appartement have a reputation already and your know it!’ you say pointing at him. ‘And last, why would you care so much?’ you cock your head to the side.

Bobby’s nostrils are flaring. You had pushed just the right buttons to make him angry, but he had nothing to retaliate with. He knows he was wrong to call you out on this, and that it was a bad idea to go to your place. he finds no words to answer the question you left him with. His eyes drop down to your chest, your hard nipples poking the fabric. He lets out a grown of frustration and does the only thing he could think of.

His lips are on yours in seconds, the force knocking you back inside you appartement. One of Bobby’s hands grabs your arm to keep you steady whilst the other closes the door behind him. at first you were surprised by his boldness, but quickly you recovered yourself. You returned the kiss, biting down his bottom lip when you start to feel out of breath. You part from him batting your eyes innocently.

‘I think you’re just jealous, aren’t you?’ you say trying to provoke him even further.

‘What makes you say that, Y/n?’ he says in an annoyed voice, his pupils dilated in the dim light of your living room.

‘I think you had your eye on me for some time now, and the thought of other people BESIDES you paying to see my body is something you can’t stand.’ You smirk.

‘You wanna play it like that? I can play like that.’ Is all he says before he picks you up by the waist to carry you to your bedroom. And fuck, he is incredibly strong, you can feel the muscles in his arms as he walks the both of you to your room. Because he is a manager by profession, you had expected him to be more dominant. There were many nights when you were alone masturbating to the thought of him dominating you. But never had you thought that a stupid piece of furniture would be the cause for his display of dominance. That, combines with his strength, made heat pool low in your stomach.

He practically threw you down on your bed.

‘what was the picture you made the most money from?’ He asks, taking out his phone.

‘Oh, do you have a subscription?’ you ask as casually as possible

‘Answer the question, doll.’

You take his phone and scroll through the pictures, each one obscener than the last. Your face becomes even redder scrolling through them. You pause for a moment before clicking on the picture which gave you enough to pay the next two months of rent. You hand him his phone back. Bobby stares at the picture, the looks at you, then back to the picture.

‘Now pose for me.’ He demands.

His request takes you by surprise.

‘What?’

‘You heard me. Pose for me. You seem to know how to judging by this picture.’ He shows it to you again, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

‘you have the picture right there, is that not enough?’ you tease, pushing his patience to the limit.

'It's always better to see the art in person, that's what exhibitions are for.' It is a clever remark from Bobby, but you weren’t one to submit easily.

'In an exhibition you don't get to touch the artwork.'

'This isn't a proper exhibition either is it.'

You pose as in the picture, sitting up against the pillows at your headboard. You get comfy first and then your fingers slide down your body to grab the hem of your sweater, pulling it up slowly to reveal your breasts. You keep your eyes locked with his when you open your legs like in the picture, you can feel the cold night air hitting the now wet spot on your panties. His eyes dart down to your chest, taking in the sight before him. then his eyes travel further down your body to your parted legs, feet on the bed and knees bent.

‘You’re so beautiful all spread out like this… just for me.’

His confidence makes you shy now, and the position you’re in makes you feel vulnerable. He is eying you like you’re his prey. Your hands move your sweater up to cover you blush.

‘don’t cover your face, I want to see you.’

Then he starts to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. The thought of him masturbating to your pictures before even knowing it was you turned you on even more. He quickly throws his shirt to the ground, his pants following suit leaving him in just his boxers when he crawls onto the bed to position himself between your legs.

‘Take it off now.’ He demands pointing at your shirt. You obey instantly, throwing it to the side of the bed. Then his arms grab your ankles and pull you down so your head is resting on the pillows. Then he leans forwards to reconnect your lips. He moves one hand to your chest, tugging harshly at one of your nipples.

‘Bet you like this, don’t you? You’re just a slut waiting to be fucked by someone who can dominate you, aren’t you?’ his clothed pelvis rubs against yours, and you can feel his raging boner pushing apart your folds even through two layers of fabric.

‘Yes.’ You choke out pathetically as Bobby moves his head down to bite the other nipple. His action makes you moan out his name, which makes him groan and his cock twitch in return.

Then suddenly all the friction is gone when he sits back up on his knees, ripping off your panties in one swift movement.

‘Touch yourself, show me how you like it.’ Bobby’s voice is stern yet soft. One of your hands drift down to your nipple and the other to your core. Your fingers stroke through your folds a few times before finding your clit. You could feel how wet you were, your juices covering most of your fingers and quite probably dripping down on the bed. Bobby inhales sharply at the sight, quickly discarding his boxers and taking his cock in his hands to stroke it slowly, giving it a bit of relief.

'Al those people looking at your pictures, pretending you were there while they jerk off alone in their rooms. And here you are, spread out in front of me and touching yourself like the slut you are' your fingers are rubbing rough and quick circles on your clit, and you can feel pressure building up in your belly. His words could have been enough to sent you into an early release, but Bobby saw the way your body reacted, your pussy clenching around nothing, and quickly slapped your hand away. Then with one hand he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head on the bed.

You move your him up, trying to grind down onto his leg if possible, but he stayed well out of reach for that.

‘No no, you haven’t made it easy for me Y/n, now you gotta beg for it.’ He looks into your eyes, a playful look visible.

Your brain is fogged with lust by now, and it is hard to find the words.

‘please..’ is all you get out, looking pathetic under his display of strength.

Bobby takes his cock in his other hand and moves it from your entrance you your clit, the contact makes you moan out.

‘Please what?’ he teases. Your eyes open to meet his. One last push and you have him exactly where you want him.

‘Please fuck me, Bobby.’

And indeed, those words make him snap. He lets out a groan that classifies as feral when he suddenly pushes his cock inside you. The stretch stings a bit at first because of his enormous length but it turns into pleasure just as quick. You were already so incredibly wet that Bobby has no issue sliding into you to the hilt immediately, not even waiting for you to adjust before he starts the roughly fuck you into the mattress. Your hands move up to scratch his back, making sure to leave marks so big that he’ll have to wear a shirt all day tomorrow. One of his hands was now on your side for stability whilst the other grips your hips so he can thrust into you harder. The headboard slams against the wall, and you pray your neighbour is out for dinner now.

Both of you are panting, the pace Bobby had set was ruthless. His cock hitting all the right spots inside you every thrust. His lips latch onto your neck when you arch your back, pleasure steadily building in your core now. Bobby licks and sucks on your neck searching for that one sensitive spot. Then when you let out a particularly load moan he knows he has found it and continues to suck a big hickey into your neck as retaliation for to marks you scratched into his back.

You feel yourself coming closer to your release.

‘Ah, fuck, Bobby, I’m close…’ you manage to moan out. He smirks in response.

‘You like it like this, don’t you?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. ‘You like it when someone fucks you roughly, like you deserve.’ Then he moves down to your neck again to once again bite the now sore and sensitive spot on your neck.

‘Cum for me, Y/n.’ he whispers in your ear. His words push you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his cock when he keeps fucking you trough your orgasm. The moans you let out when he doesn’t stop his pace push him to quicken his pace even further. You see your vision becoming blurry, pleasure overcoming your whole being. The look of utter euphoria on your face and the fluttering of your cunt around his cock pushes Bobby over the edge too, he quickly pulls out of you and shoots his seed all over your stomach and tits.

Then Bobby moves to lay next you whilst you both catch your breaths for a moment. Then he reaches over to your bedside table to grab a few cleaning tissues to help you get cleaned up.

‘So, does that mean I get rent reduction now?’ you ask him with a playful smile.

‘Sure, when you pay me back my subscription for the past months.’ He smiles back before placing another, this time softer, kiss on your lips.

#Bobby Hicks x reader #the florida project #willem dafoe #smut

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