#THAT SHOUTS! THAT BECKONS OUR BODIES

[selcouthself]

was in my kitchen VIOLENTLY reciting Christopher Plummer's Cyrano de Bergerac balcony scene earlier....why wasn't i born fifty years ago....

[spookwyrdie]

Divine Flesh

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3}

Priest Jeongin x Demon Fem Reader

summary: After a particularly vivid dream about you, our priest is faced with another test to his pious devotion. But in the dark forest, what if the temptation is too great? /// word count: 3.4k /// genre: smut, angst /// warnings: priest kink, sexual themes, hierophilia, corruption kink, shame and guilt, straight up blasphemy, demons, knifeplay, bondage /// a/n: Still not catholic, still into priests. And guilt. And shame. And demons? if you'd like to be added to the taglist, reply to this post or send me a DM!

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

Come to me.

His feet move through the mists, though it feels like he’s floating. A voice beckons from somewhere in the darkness.

Come to me.

A dim pink orb illuminates, floating about a foot away from where he is. It’s so lovely, he can’t help but follow. This little light will show him the way to whatever calls out for him.

Through the trees .

The voice is stronger now, a hint of desperation tinting it. Is something wrong with the voice? His feet move faster now, thick clouds billowing up from the forest ground. The little pink orb zooms forward as if urging him to pick up the pace.

Jeongin, please!

The trees are thicker here, he nearly stumbles on some of the tangled roots. He has to get to that voice. Something is wrong. He has to help. 

He approaches a clearing in the woods, a stone slab in the middle, raised up on a platform. There’s a heap lying in the middle, the shape of your body wrapped in some sort of sheer cloth. 

Jeongin -!

The world tilts of its axis, throwing him off balance. The desperation in your voice isn’t one of danger, but one filled with lust.

Your body writhes underneath the shroud, your hands restless as they travel your languid form. As your hands brush over your breasts, your back arches off the slab. Jeongin can barely make out any details, the suggestion of your shape is the only thing he can see. 

He tries to run towards you, to unwrap you, but something yanks on his clergy collar, halting him in place. The little pink orb whizzes past his head, fluttering around your form in a frenzy. Whatever it is that holds his collar so tight restricts his breathing, twinkling stars dance at the edge of his vision. He drops to his knees, engulfed in the thick fog on the forest floor.

“Y/n!” he tries to shout, but no sound comes out. He chokes, the last thing he sees is your hips rolling, up and down, searching for friction. A trio of booms, like a large drum, reverberate in the air.

I need you!

The banging gets louder, sharper as he feels the collar tighten,. Thudding against the inside of his skull as he sinks.

Bang! 

Bang! 

BANG!

He gasps awake, his legs tangled in his sheets. His heart is beating inside his throat, his cock half hard from the strange dream. He hears that same banging, a frantic knocking on his door. 

“Father Yang! We need your help!” a masculine voice calls from the other side.

Jeongin curses as he fumbles for the light next to his bed. Every time he’s gone to sleep, he has dreamt of you. This one was the most vivid yet. He was terrified but he was dying to know what would have happened if he had been able to pull that sheer cloth that draped your body. 

As he gets up, he wraps his body in his sheet, shuffling over to the rapping on his door. He opens it to find the distressed face of Felix, one of the parishioners who likes to volunteer his baking skills for fundraisers, looking back at him with wide eyes. 

“What’s going on? It’s the middle of the night,” Jeongin rasps out, voice gravelly from sleep.

“Father Yang, it’s Y/n. She needs you!” Felix’s eyes are full of a shiny worry, his chest heaving with exertion. 

Jeongin’s heart jumps into his throat as a fresh memory of his dream fills his mind. But he doesn’t have time for those thoughts, you need his help. He’s already moving back into his studio, leaving the door open. Grabbing his everyday work clothes, his black button down, slacks, and his collar, he hastily gets dressed. Buttoning the starched collar at the back of his neck, he turns to Felix. 

“Tell me what happened.”

“She’s been acting strange all week - fainting, lashing out, convulsing. Then she started to talk to things that weren’t really there. We had a doctor come and look at her, but she stopped for a while. He told us it was all in her head. But it started up again a few hours after he left.”

Jeongin stops dead in his tracks. “And you’re sure this isn’t something medical?”

“No, it really seems like something is wrong with her spirit. Please, Father! You will know what to do.” Felix grabs his arm, eyes wide with panic. “When she’s had a few moments of clarity in between, she asks for you! She trusts you.”

Jeongin’s chest twinges uncomfortably at that. You’re in a crisis, and you asked for him. He starts gathering up his belongings - a worn leather bible, his rosary, and a small vial of holy water. He couldn’t imagine what is wrong with you, but he’ll be able to assess once he can get his eyes on you. The lust and panic he felt from his dream has settled further into his bones, a sickly wave of unease cresting over him. 

“Where is she now?”

Felix shifts on his feet, a clear sense of urgency in his demeanor. “When she seemed to calm down, we took her out to the woods for some fresh air. She got worse, so we have her… subdued out there.”

“Take me to her.”

“Thank you Father! Follow me!” Felix practically pulls him out the door towards his truck.

The ride out into the woods is longer than Jeongin expected. It was pitch dark, the truck’s headlights being the only source of light. The trees tangled in on themselves quickly once they left the safety of the small town. The air was thick and damp with more fog and the ride got bumpier as the road changed from asphalt to gravel and dirt. He bounces his leg restlessly, icy dread filling his chest.

He can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now, but his heart is full of fear. Your sweet face and innocent eyes are all he can think about, hoping that version of you is still there when he arrives. He hasn’t seen you all week, avoiding you after that day he gave you communion. He was avoiding you, even skipping out on his priestly duties for a few days so he couldn’t cross paths with you.

It’s difficult for him to believe that you’re truly possessed, even as a priest. But Felix says you were acting strangely and regardless of what’s causing it, Jeongin wants to help. As he sat in the passenger’s seat of this old, dusty truck, he realized he had no idea where they were. 

“Where exactly are we going?” he says, clutching his bible tighter and worrying his lip between his teeth.

“Where we were having the bonfire, a little camping area.” Felix said, not taking his eyes off the road. 

“A bonfire?”

“Yeah, we thought a little nature would help Y/n.”

“Why were you having a bonfire?”

“End of the harvest.” Felix’s voice is oddly monotonous. It strikes Jeongin as strange, given his earlier agitation. He puts the thought out of his head. People don’t act rationally when they’re distressed. 

The road eventually ends deep in the trees and Felix parks his truck. 

“We have to go on foot from here.” He speaks so evenly now.

“Where are the other cars?”

“Hm? Oh…” Felix says. “We… arrived in my truck.”

Jeongin frowns as he gets out of the vehicle. Whatever is happening is putting him on edge, but he needs to get to you right away. 

“Lead the way,” he gestures.

Felix pulls out a flashlight, illuminating a small path that could easily be missed if you didn’t know what to look for. It was only a few inches wide, surrounded by dead leaves and moss. The eerie, swirling fog swallowed up the path after a few feet.

Jeongin wondered if you were frightened like he is. He could picture the little wrinkle in the middle of your brow. He wanted to sooth that wrinkle. He’s pointedly ignoring the pang of pent up lust he’s been hiding. He could put that aside for one of his flock in a time of need. 

The two men walk in silence, only the sound of their feet crunching along the path. The fog is dense, Jeongin is amazed Felix knows where he’s going at all.

“We’re close,” Felix murmurs. At that, a faint, warm glow is visible up ahead. Jeongin feels his chest tighten. He’s almost there, just hang on a few more minutes. He whispers a small prayer for your safety. 

The warm light grows bigger as they approach, barely splitting through the fog. Is he imagining the pink tint to the light? Maybe that’s just a color he associates with you. Maybe he’s going crazy. 

The trees are so dense in this part of the woods, he almost loses Felix as he zigzags between branches. If it weren’t for his flashlight, Jeongin would be lost.

“We’re here,” Felix calls out. 

Jeongin steps around Felix to see what he’s looking at. A different fear floods Jeongin’s veins in this moment. 

He’s been here before - in his dreams. 

The clearing of trees is in an almost perfect ring. The stone slab in the center is raised up. There are hundreds of candles surrounding the slab, creating that soft, flickering glow. The light they give off is that dusty pink that seems to follow him. The whole clearing is thick with the smell of incense - woody, sweet, with a hint of something more primal that he can’t quite place. 

Jeongin’s heart thrums in his rib cage, his collar making him feel claustrophobic. Even though the night air is crisp, he feels his body heating up, sweat beading at his temples. 

“What were you doing out here?” Jeongin turns to Felix.

Felix stares at him, his eyes darkening. 

“Preparing a feast.”

Just then, a pair of strong hands grasp onto Jeongin’s biceps from behind, practically picking him up. He yelps, trying to wiggle out of this iron grip as he’s maneuvered towards the slab.

“You’re so lucky, Father,” a voice murmurs behind him. He cranes his neck to see who holds him so tightly. His eyes met a hooded figure, his face obscured by a wolf mask, the eyes glowing amber in the flickering candle light. 

His back thuds against the stone when he’s dropped in the center, and Felix grabs his wrists. He pulls up a chain and manacle from each side of the rock, closing one around each wrist, shackling him to the stone. Jeongin tries kicking him when he moves down to his ankles, but to no avail. The hooded figure that held him grabs his legs, keeping them still for Felix.

“What is this? Why are you doing this?!” He shouts, pulling against his chains. No luck, the heavy chains are solid with very little give. Jeongin ends up rattling them in frustration, the metal clanking into the quiet night. He’s so exposed, his shirt pulling out of his waistband, riding up to reveal a sliver of his pale, toned stomach. 

“You were requested. She wants to taste you,” the hooded figure says. The voice sounds familiar, but he can’t place it.

Jeongin hears more bodies step out from behind the trees, feet shuffling through the mist. He picks up his head from where he lays supine on the cool stone beneath him. Five more bodies shuffle out of the darkness, all hooded wearing different wooden animal masks - a rabbit, a pig, a dog, a ferret, and… some kind of wallaby? Each of them carries a different item. 

One of them holds matching robes and a different mask, a chicken head. They head over to Felix, who promptly puts on the robe and mask. He falls in line with the rest. 

The other items these figures hold are a pile of folded linen, a bowl of water, an ornate dagger, and a silver ring. The ring is beautifully carved, from what Jeongin can see. It’s a couple of inches in diameter - too large for a finger but too small for a bracelet. These items are placed around Jeongin on the slab, the dagger in particular placed right on his chest, pointing towards his neck.

Jeongin is frozen in fear, eyes darting all around him, trying to find any means for escape. Pulling against his chains once more, he falls back onto the stone. Even if he escaped his chains, he’s not even sure which way they entered the small circle through the trees anymore.

The hooded figures move away from him, standing around the edge of the circle, facing towards the slab. They all stand still as statues, nearly fading into the background. Jeongin is vulnerable, arms and legs stretched out, fully defenseless in this random forest. He feels like he’s going to die.

Jeongin does what any good priest would do in this moment. 

He prays.

Still wrapped in his left hand is his rosary. He clasps it hard, leaving imprints of the beads in his palm as he begins to mutter the prayer to himself. He feels a cold sense of dread swimming in his stomach, nausea makes him gulp through the words. The figures around him start a low hum, melodic, entrancing. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out everything but his words.

God, help me .

“There’s no need for that,” a low voice calls into the night. “Your God can’t hear you.”

Jeongin gasps, his eyes snap open at the voice as his head to the side. He finds you, walking from the edge of the tree line. His head swims as he takes you in - wearing a robe of your own, but made of that sheer cloth from his dream. In the low light, it is iridescent, the colors swirling before his eyes. Even though he has terror settling deep in his chest, he feels his blood warm at the very sight of you.

As you approach, slowly, like a cat sneaking up on prey, Jeongin notices that you look different. Obviously, your modest clothes are gone. The outline of your form glows, the swell of your breast, the curve of your hip, the peak of your nipples subtle yet visible through the translucent robe. There’s a tattoo of a line from your sternum to your sex, strange ornamental vines frame the top and bottom. Looking at you makes his mouth run dry. 

Hot shame trickles into his stomach, he should be fearing for his life, yet his cock twitches in his pants at the sight of you coming towards him, looming over his bound body.

“I missed you at Mass this week, Father,” you murmur with a grin on your face. “Father Kim had to be the one to feed me communion, but it wasn’t the same.”

“Why am I here? What are you going to do to me?”

You circle the slab for a moment, stopping at where his feet are chained. His eyes never leave yours as you climb onto the stone between his legs. He’s breathing fast as you settle your weight next to him, slinging a leg over his. Your thigh is at such an angle to be a scant inch away from his cock.  You prop yourself up with one hand under your head as the other gently lifts the dagger off of his chest, the brush of your fingers is enough to make his skin tingle. You ignore his question, eyes raking down his form as you trail the tip of the dagger down his torso.

“You’ve been having some strange dreams lately, haven’t you, Father?” A slow smile curves on your plump lips. Jeongin can’t stop looking at them, he notices your canine teeth are sharp as your pink tongue runs over the tip of one of them. He feels himself leaning toward you, wanting to feel those lips on his. 

You place the dagger on the slab next to his body and grab his face, pushing him back down. Your long, pointed nails dig into the skin of his face as you force him to look you in the eye. A flash of that dusty pink behind your pupils, like a reflection, stuns him for a moment. He wasn’t imagining that!

“Devil!” He whispers, his heart fluttering in his chest. He can’t tell if it’s from fright or desire. “You’ve cursed me!”

“Oh no, Father,” you chuckle. “I was merely an audience to those dreams. Those came from you .”

“No!”

“Yes!” You giggle. It sounds like music to him as tears gather in the corner of his eyes. You continue tracing small patterns around on the fabric of his shirt with your finger. “You’ve been calling out to me for weeks now. I’ve decided it’s time to respond.”

“I haven’t been calling out to you,” he shouts. A hollow wave of self-reproach crashes over him. “You have been haunting me in my sleep! Demon!”

Your fingers still as you close your eyes, breathing in, a look of pure ecstasy on your face. A breathy whimper leaves your lips as you look back at Jeongin. “Your shame and guilt are delicious , Father.”

You turn his head to the side, licking a long stripe up his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin.

“God! Help me!” He keens as his hips jolt forward at the feeling of your hot tongue on him. 

“I am older than your Jesus, older than your God,” you whisper, trailing kisses up his jaw to his ear. You nibble lightly on his ear lobe before murmuring, “I want to taste those desires that live within you. I want the prayers you whisper while you spill into your hand to be in my name. I want YOU.”

He hates the way his cock twitches at the thought. He hates that it feels so easy to unravel years of devotion to the church. His vows are all crumbling to dust in front of him.

“I-I’m not….” He gulps again, panting under the feeling of your lips on his neck. “I’m not a virgin.”

You lift your head to look at him with a knowing smile. “Oh I can tell, Jeongin. The specificity of your dreams! The flavor, the complexity! A virgin couldn’t dream up half of what you do.”

“B-b-but, don’t you need a virgin? For whatever this is?”

Your laugh rings out into the night. 

“Virginity has nothing to do with it, my sweet,” you say, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “It’s about the feelings you harbor. The ones you keep locked away. Shame is the most potent, especially when it’s all tied together with lust. And I could just eat you up with the guilty conscience you pump out.”

He cries out in anguish, his cock hardening at the thought. He wants that. No, he needs that. He wants to give you everything and it makes him feel like a failure. He pulls against his chains again, the rosary beads still in a tight grip in his hand. Tears are streaming down his face now.

“So, you’re going to have your way with me then?” 

Your hand cradles his cheek, swiping away some of the tears. “Oh no, darling. Anything we do tonight will be because you ask me. Politely.”

His tear streaked eyes flit back and forth between yours, a different kind of terror filling his chest - the terror of being vulnerable.

“What do you mean?” he whispers.

“What I mean is,” you lean close to his ear once more, breath tickling the fine baby hairs of his neck. “you’ll be the one removing your own white collar tonight.”

You pull back a few inches to look at his horror stricken eyes before you press a small kiss to his lips. 

Jeongin’s mind explodes in waves of pink. He feels like he’s falling and drowning at the same time. A buzzing of his skin makes him feel both numb and overly sensitive. His wrists pull at his chains once more, the clanking filling the air as he tries to lift himself towards you, trying to get as close as he can, chasing your lips when you pull away. A small whine leaves his lips before you descend, giving him a little taste of heaven again.

He wants to inhale you, to consume you, to fall into you. He cries at the way it feels, he shouldn’t like it as much as he does. He wants more and he wants to die from that feeling. 

The low melodic hum from the robed figures that surround them becomes a chant. As he tries to push himself towards you again, he feels the beads in his grip, leaving marks on his palm from the pressure. His hands unclench, fingers unfurl, and he lets the rosary fall from his hand into the dirt below.

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{part 1} {part 3}

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[sunrisesfromthewest]

Playing Hard To Get Pt 2

Summary: The aftermath of the club left you bruised, agitated and with a little more pocket change. Although you didn't get exempt from completing your report......you're not exactly by yourself when everyone excepts you and Armando leaves to go home.

Warnings: Guns | Rated R Words | N-word used | Suggestive language and actions

Previous Part: Pt 1

Thanks for the Armando pictures @yeahnohoneybye 💓💓

Watching multiple women walk out the back had everyone on their toes as they didn’t see you among them, but hearing one of the dancers say something along the lines of how BP was about to go crazy had Armando alarmed.

Beckoning one of the women over he sees her glance at her friend with a smirk before walking towards him with a sway.

Acting as if he was interested, he lets her dance a bit before questioning her about all the girls coming from the back.

“You see that pretty thang from earlier perform.”

Humming he waits for her next reply, hands practically itching to push her off of him.

“BP likes to get a taste from newcomers but don't worry about that baby we can have our own fun as well."

Before he had time to even react to her words, gunshots go off causing the whole club to erupt in chaos. Pushing the girl away he quickly pulls out his gun from underneath his shirt and head towards the dressing room.

“What the hell was that!” Rafe yells over the still loud music and screams of the once vibrant club patrons.

"Sounds like it came from the back room!" Armando responded.

Shooting a few bodyguards, he hops onto the stage and runs towards the direction that you exited through a few moments earlier.

Gun drawn he walks through the short hallway, senses heightened from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"You one brave Bitch to think you could just pull a gun on me!" Big Papa shouts, keeping a tight hold on your bruising wrist as he fights against you.

Turning the corner, Armando entered the room just as the suspects manages to backhand and disarm you. Falling back into the wall vanity, you groan at the stinging sensation from the impact.

"Don't you make a fucking move!" Armando ordered, shifting his gaze between you and the suspect.

"OH, I see now your ass five-o!" he growled, keeping your gun trained on you as the other entrance opens to reveal the squad entering with their guns aimed at the man.

"Put the gun down, you don't want to add more to your charges or worse leave out of here in a damn body bag!" Mike insisted, moving forward a few steps.

Reaching out a hand behind your back, you pat the hard surface in search of a weapon to defend yourself.

"Nah y'all pigs done came in and fuck up my joint and you think a nigga leaving here in handcuffs......fuck that shit!" Raged BP as he tightens his grip on the weapon.

"Shit! This nigga finna crash out, we need to do something now!" Marcus yelled keeping his gun on the suspect.

Making eye contact with Armando, you see him widen his eyes and mouth no as you grab your discarded purse.

"I'LL SHOW YOU A FUCKING CRASH OU-" before he could finish you hit his wrist hard with your purse and slam your heels into his groin area.

Dropping the gun, he falls to his knees clutching his private, while cursing you out with a high pitch voice.

Lunging forward you grab your gun and press it against his sweating forehead, "WHO'S THE MOTHERFUCKING BITCH NOW HUH!"

Shifting your agitated eyes up you see all the men staring with a pain-stricken expression.

"Damn Y/N I ain't think you was gonna do all that!" Armando gulped, slipping handcuffs around the groaning suspects wrists.

"What I have to work with what I got and plus he fucked up my weave!" you explained, removing your gun from BPs head to put on your silk robe.

Arriving at the precinct, you sit down in your chair and place your sparkling heeled feet on top of your desk. While setting your small tote in your lap to double check that no money didn’t fall out after using it as a weapon.

"Y/N I can't let you keep that." Rita stated walking over to you to collect the money for evidence.

"Come on Rita, the man messed up my hair and I'll consider this as compensation y'all know my beautician isn't cheap!"

Laughing Kelly steps in,“Hey! Y/N put that work in on that pole, she deserves every penny!"

Muttering thank you; you continue to count your money while smacking Rafe's hand away as he tries to steal a bill and pointing your heeled feet at Dorn's approaching form.

"Aye I'm just coming to collect that twenty you owe me.”

Smacking your lips you remove your feet from the desk and scoot forward to hand him his change, "Y'all bet not start that 'You owe' me mess, at least wait till I get my hair done."

"Only thing I want is you, baby."

Turning your chair in Armandos direction you give him a small glare as you watch him cross his arms while leaning against his desk with a smirk.

"Like I said tell that to your little work girlfriend."

"And Like I told you......I just did."

Moving away from his desk, he walks over to stand in front of your sitting form causing you to peer up at him with raised brows. Placing his hand on your arm rest he cages you in and leans his lips towards your left ear.

"Second warning, princess."

Shifting away from his warm looming figure, you gaze into his brown eyes and briefly peer down at his dangling chain.

"Those warnings don't mean nothing to me." you commented, leaning back some more to catch his reaction.

Blinking down at you Armando traces his eyes down your face, "You’ll learn after you receive your third one." he replied in a low tone, before standing back upright and walking back to his desk.

Shivering from his words , you glanced around to see the team gazing between you and Armando awkwardly.

"I thought we was still at the strip club for a second." Marcus mutters as he and Mike heads to the breakroom.

Right when you turn to your desk to start your report, you feel a bill being snatched from the stack in your hand and seeing a familiar tattooed form dash by had you growling out their name.

"Rafe! You luck my feet hurt to damn much to chase after you!" You shouted, quickly sticking your money into your bag and placing it into your drawer.

As time passes by you continue to fill out the information from tonight's case with tired eyes, everyone had already finished theirs and left......well except for Armando who was currently typing away on his computer.

Yawning you get up to walk towards the breakroom, bare aching feet being soothed by the cold tiles of the precinct floors.

Entering the room, you make a beeline straight towards the coffee machine and after pressing a few buttons you hop onto the counter beside it as the machine works it magic.

Closing your eyes you release a content sigh from the smell of the beverage beginning to waft through the air but while you take in this peaceful moment you failed to notice Armando's approaching figure.

Feeling hands brush against your thighs had you jumping and shooting your eyes open, only to relax a bit when you see Armando standing in front of you.

Running his hands down your exposed shimmering legs, he pushes them apart to stand in between them.

"Why you keep fighting against this?"

"Against what?" you asked stopping the movement of his tan hands, already feeling yourself becoming hot just from his simple touch.

“The possibility of us.” Armando answered, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter while keeping a soft grip on the back of your knees.

"I already told you before I'm not interested."

"You're saying one thing, but your body says another, mami." he remarked, moving his hand under your robe, and playful pulling at your thong strap.

Rolling your eyes, you try to scoot away from his overwhelming figure but his grip on your hips keeps you in place.

"What are yo-"

"Tell me if you want me to stop." he stated, cutting you off while pressing his front against yours.

"Arma-" before you could utter his name, your mouth drops open as he begins to press firm hot kisses down your exposed neck.

Mind becoming scattered you don't know whether to keep him close or push him away.

"Use your words baby.... let me know if you want me to stop." he muttered pressing his warm lips against your soft ones.

Digging your nails into his firm shoulders,he wraps your thick brown legs around his waist causing you to moan into the kiss.

However, the sensation of his hard covered member grinding against your thin thong had you pushing at his firm chest, "W -wait, Armando!"

Freezing his movements he sucks in a deep breath, staring you down hungrily while waiting for you to speak.

The nerves in your belly were going crazy from the way his intense dilated eyes trail down to your partially opened robe.

Looking back up he sees the dazed look on your face making him gently grab your right hand.

"Don't go quiet on me Y/N," he breathed bringing his lips to your bruised wrist.

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby."

Shaking away the lustful thoughts clouding your brain, you use your other manicured hand to move him back.

"You really wanna know what's on my mind?" you smirked, hopping off the counter and turning your attention to the coffee machine.

"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't." he taunted, rolling his lower half against your ass,resulting in you gripping the counter to prevent yourself from meeting his movements.

Wrapping his arms around your waist,he gives your flushed brown cheek a kiss and reaches a hand down to play with the strap keeping your robe together.

"Just thinking about how you went all day ignoring me and trying to make me jealous but the minute you seen me twirling on that pole you went back to begging." you commented, fixing you and him a cup of much needed coffee.

"Ain’t nobody was begging sweetheart,I was just simply returning the same energy you been giving to me." he growled ,extending his hand to grab the cup you prepared for him while releasing you from his hold.

"Oh yeah and what was that."

"Teasing me as if you want to take this to the next level but then acting like I'm just a 'colleague'. " Armando explained, keeping his eyes on you while taking a sip of the hot beverage.

"Oh, you're so cute to think that's how I tease." you added, heading back to your desk,no longer interested in drinking your coffee.

Following after you amused, he watches you log out your computer and gather your things.

Causing him to turn his attention to his own desk to complete the same motions.

Missing the sight of you sliding a certain piece of clothing down your glittering legs.

"If what you been showing me this whole time wasn’t your form of teasing then I can’t even imagi-”

Before he could finish, a soft material hits the side of his head making him freeze on the spot as his eyes land on your thong.

" See ya on Monday!" you purred, walking fast to the front of the precinct.

Snatching up the discarded thong and stuffing it into his pocket; he grabs his few belongings and quickly chase after your retreating figure with newfound desire.

"Your gonna learn to stop running from things you start, Y/N!"

Author’s Note🎙️:Hope you guys enjoyed I had to dig deep on Pinterest for that visual of Y/N stripper outfit😭 and I got carried away with typing a Mike Lowrey x reader one-shot😁.

Let me know if I should do one more part to this ⬆️.

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[catsteeth]

The Caged Bird & The Leashed Dog

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Chapter - 15 ✿:+ The Childbed is our Battlefield 

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it. 

CW: MDNI, SMUT, pregnancy, oral (fem rec), masturbation (male), mention of forced abortion, NSFW themes, Sandor “my wife” Clegane, misogyny, angst, VIOLENCE emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence, mentions of arranged marriage, 

Word Count: 5.2K 

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“Mhmmmm…” You hummed a moan as your husband's large, calloused hands gripped at the plush fat of your thighs. Forcing them open as he slowly, sensually, and above all lovingly let his lips, and his tongue dance around your cunt. It was like a slow but sloppy kiss. His eyes remained shut as he did, taking in every bit of you. 

He couldn’t help but grind his hardened cock into the mattress of the bed as he practically drank in your sweetness. You laid on your feather bed, your hair sprawled out beneath you, and your nightgown was practically undone by now. Your hand lightly tugged at his hair as he moaned into your cunt. The vibration from his deep voice sending a chill down your spine, making you arch. 

Now that you and he were together again, he couldn’t control his urges. He needed you all the time, needed your taste and your sounds. And now that you and he were wed, his devotion to your pleasure and your happiness was never more fierce. And now that there was a war, he’d very little opportunities to give it to you. 

In turn he had you in any private place or chamber he could find, at any moment he could find. 

Like right now, you were just waking up and already your husband was whispering obscenities into your ears, as his hands gripped at your plushness. You felt his hard cock pressing against your back, and you’d be lying if you hadn’t done the same. 

Waking in the morn, turning over and running your hands over your husband's body, kissing his neck gently until he stirred. Grinding your cunt against his thigh. 

“Yes,” You said in a whisper as you shut your eyes. Softly reaching your peak, “Yes, mmmhm…” Your moans only encouraged him to rock his hips harder into the mattress.

It reminded him of when he was taken in by the septon, when he’d think of you as he grinded his cock against the bedroll. How desperate he was for you. And now he had you… he was going to hold on with both hands. Specifically onto your thighs in this case. 

His grinding became more erratic as more and more of your sweetness seeped from your cunt, and your moans with it. Grasping his head with both hands, your moans got caught in your throat as you peaked finally. Releasing onto his tongue as his own release spilt into his small clothes, seeping through and coating your sheets. 

Sandor caught his breath as he rested his cheek on the inner side of your thigh. He looked at you satiated. His face is covered in your slick. 

You propped yourself up onto your elbows, looking down with half lidded eyes and a relaxed smile. His beard tickled the already sensitive skin of your inner thigh as you reached your hand down to caress his burned cheek.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Sandor buried his face into your thigh with a growl, annoyed that someone has once again intruded upon your heaven once again. It had happen often now. In truth if Sandor didn’t make it a habit to lock your door, several handmaidens and sers would have walked in on your husband taking you, or you taking him. 

You smiled upon him as you beckoned, “Yes?” 

Sandor began to climb over your body, biting and kissing up your stomach as he did. 

“It is Ser Leon, my Lady.” He shouted behind the door, as your husband's hands found your breasts. “Pardon the early hour, my Lady, but the Lord Snow has requested immediate counsel.” He said as you fighted the urge to moan as Sandor began to suck on your breasts. 

“Tell him I will be there momentarily.” You said as your hands gripped onto Sandors bareback.

“Shall I send for a handmaiden to aid you in dressing, my Lady?” Ser Leon questioned as your hips bucked into Sandors hard stomach. 

“No, I’ll manage. Thank you, Ser Leon.” You finished fighting off a moan. You took Sandors face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “We must stop.” You whispered to him with a smirk. 

“He can’t keep taking my wife from me.” Sandor grumbled into the crook of your neck speaking of Jon and his war which has become an irritant to him. 

“No one is taking me from you.” You said as you pulled his face away from your neck, and captured his lips with yours. Tasting yourself on his tongue. 

You wanted nothing more than to do the same, wanted to take him in your mouth till he was spent, wanting to taste all of him. But alas, war was at your door and there was nary any time to fantasize of such things. 

“No they won’t,” He hummed into your lips as he absentmindedly gripped the plushness of your hips. 

“If we don’t stop I won’t be able to stop.“ You whined into his lips as his kissing did not cease for a moment. 

“My wife can do whatever she wants.” He growled into your mouth as he gripped you harder, “Anything.” 

“Sandor-“ You said breathlessly, 

“What?” He grumbled 

“We need to go- But I believe you’ve made my legs far too weak to dress on my own.” You said teasing. Sandor finally loosened his grip on you, looking into your eyes with amusement, “You tired me out so well, it’s the least you could do.” 

And so he did. As you stood in front of your mirror you watched Sandor attempted to lace your dress up. Concentrating hard on the fine lacings. And still with all his experience undoing his own armor he still had no clue how to do this.

You watched with a smile as he grew more and more frustrated by the lacings. But then suddenly- “Mmphm…” You held onto your stomach tightly. Sandor stopped fumbling with the ties of your dress, looking at your face in the mirror. He looked at you with a concerned look waiting for you to explain what had happened. You sighed “My stomach, as if it flipped in on itself.” 

“Get back into bed,” He said quickly and assertively, ready to throw you in himself. 

“No-“ You brushed him off. “It is expected of me, and I’m already late enough as it is.” You said continuing the lacing of your dress. 

“Stubborn.” He said with a huff, 

“Stubborn gets you beaten.” You said, recounting his words of advice to you back in King's Landing. 

“It did.” He said tracing with his thumb the faded scar across your top lip from when Meryn Trant slapped you with an armored glove. “But not gonna fucking ‘appen again.” He said as he cupped your jaw. 

With that you finished readying yourself, as did Sandor. As much as he’d rather stay far from any council meetings, he found it difficult to leave your side now. 

The meeting itself was dark and weary. Jon had heard news of the Army of the Dead approaching. You all now knew you had one day, one day left before the war came to you. 

You tried your best to add as much helpful commentary to the meeting as you could, however your stomachs cramping did not release at all. It was similar to what you felt in the Eyrie when Tyrion came looking for you. Your palms become sweaty from the pain, and you were unable to stand long without wincing. Your mind was so fogged from the discomfort that you didn’t hear that Tyrion had called your name not once but three times. It was only when Sansa placed a hand on your shoulder that you noticed. 

“(Y/N).” Tyrion repeated again. Your eyes snapping back to Tyrion once your attention was restored. 

“Ser Leon will stand to command the Vale archers on the castle walls, whilst Lady Brienne shall stand to command the Knights of the Vale in the name of Lady Sansa.” You said, guessing that's what he was inquiring about. 

Tyrion nodded… so it would seem you assumed right. “And what of your husband? The best fighter of the Kings Gaurd.” Tyrion said, his tone sounded like a tease. 

Before you could intervene, to say he would be doing no such thing. Sandor, who stood off to the side lines huffed, “Aye… I’ll be fighting.” He said with disdain directed towards Tyrion.

That was when your heart raced, and you felt the hot bile rise in your throat. “Excuse me.” You said under your breath as you quickly made your way out of the room. 

Sandor, who stood off with other onlookers, found it difficult to follow you with all the people in the way. Even though he did shove them you were too fast for him to see where you went. 

After you left the counsel room, you made your way with haste towards a privy. You couldn’t hold in your sickness any longer. 

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The rest of that day was filled by you avoiding Sandor. Unwilling for him to see you as sick as you were. However, after you went to the maester he’d give you tea to calm your stomach. It worked slightly but there was still an uneasiness that lingered in your belly. With nothing else to be done, and the day slipping away, you made your way back to your chamber. 

You heated up a few small stones in the fire, wrapping them in a thick cloth as you held it against your belly whilst you laid in a chair by the fire. The heat untangled whatever knot laid in your stomach. 

Your eyes grew heavy as you watched the flames of the fire, but widened once you heard the chamber door open followed by heavy footsteps. “Is that you?” You asked, hoping it was Sandor. They didn’t say anything but you felt a large warm hand caress the top of your head. The touch itself made you feel warm and safe. “It is, I can tell.” You said as you curled into his touch, “My body- recoils at the touch of anyone else.” You relaxed, closing your eyes again. 

Sandor kneeled at your side, “Who else has touched you?” he grumbled as he caressed your cheek. 

You shook your head softly, “They’re all dead,” You said softly, “except for one.” 

“Littlefinger.” He rasped, caressing your cheek slightly tighter. Feeling the anger rise in him. 

“He’ll be dead soon.” He said softly, trying to calm him. 

“He will.” He reassured you, “I tried to find you-” 

You interrupted him, “I couldn’t stand to think of the war. I can’t think of it now.” You said as you winced. It wasn’t the whole truth but not a lie. You only didn’t wish to worry him.

“You’re ill?” He said, seeing through your veiled words. 

“My blood must be coming.” You sighed. 

“I’ll wake the fucking Maester and drag him here.” He said gruffly, 

“No, sweet man.” You said with a tired smile as you placed your hand on his cheek. Sandors mouth twitched with slight annoyance at your new name for him. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.” You said as you patted his cheek, “I should sleep.” You sighed. Then your husband picked you up like a new bride as he carried you to your bed. “I can walk, Sandor.” You huffed,

“Enough of it.” He grumbled as he placed you onto your bed gently. He untied your dress off of you, removing your dress and small clothes from the day. Leaving you bare. Then he wrapped the blankets over you. 

You reached your arms out for him to join you in the bed. With a slight huff he complied after removing his own clothes. 

A slight chill came over you as he lifted the blankets as he crawled underneath them. But the chill was replaced by warmth as his warm body pressed against yours. “Hold your hands here.” You said, placing his hands against your stomach, “The warmth helps soothe it.” You said as you felt your body relax under his touch.

“I can give you more.” He said against your ear, 

You smirked “You’d not say that when the blood comes.” you teased. 

“You think blood would fucking scare me?” He said with a rasp. You’d never heard of a man and woman doing such a thing, and the thought intrigued you. It also excited you that he’d not care about such things. 

“Suppose not.” You said as you padded your pillow, “This sickness in my belly does not always come from the blood. It can come from stress. The War is coming.” You said somberly. 

“Aye.” He sighed, knowing the real stakes he was up against. 

“I know they are expecting you fight. And I know, my request to have you stay in crypts is futile. But please- everything you feel for me, as your wife-“ You felt the emotion growing in your voice. 

“I feel more for you than just a wife.” He asserted passionately.

“Do not allow yourself to be harmed.” You asserted just as passionately, “I command it.” 

He knew he could not promise you such a thing. So instead, he wrapped his arms around you tightly “Sleep now.” He said gently. 

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The next day you were confined to your bed. 

Upon the order of your husband who had taken every chance to bring you food, or tea, anything you might need. However he was busy, there was a war approaching and now with the sun beginning to set you knew it was coming. 

You couldn’t allow for any more time to be wasted in bed. So you called for a handmaiden to assist you in dressing.  

It was an elderly woman, pious and prudish. She’d been the one to make your beds and change your linens since you were in Winterfell. She’d often make some comments at the clear signs of coupling that were left in your sheets after you and Sandor had your fill. It amused you but irritated your Husband to no end. 

Today as she helped you dress she too could see the sickness that was afflicting you, “Are you unwell, my Lady?” She asked sweetly.

You sighed as she finished with your laces, “Stress, I should think. Always disagrees with my stomach.” She nodded as she moved to your sheets. As she undressed the beds she analyzed the sheets. This time however instead of making a remark about any clear signs of coupling she looked at the sheets with a strange look. “What is it?” You asked, looking at her over your shoulder.

“You haven’t had your blood in some time, My Lady.” She looks at you with a knowing look. 

“Perhaps it is coming.” You said turning back to the mirror, attempting to redirect your mind to anything else. “Mine tends to be late.” You said as the old maid approached you, cupping your breast with one hand, “What are you doing?” You asked with furrowed brows, hoping your Husband would walk in. 

“Your breasts have swelled.” She said looking at you with a smile. 

“Are you certain?” You asked, grasping at your own breasts, trying to see for yourself. 

“Nothing is an absolute certainty, My Lady. But I’ve had three of my own, aided in the delivery of five others.” She said as you looked down, filled with a multitude of emotions. You wanted to have a child in the Eyrie. Not in Winterfell, not in a war. But you remembered how it was taken from you before. You already felt a love growing for something that was not certain. “My Lady?” The old maid asked, worried. 

“I shall see the maester.” You nodded to her making your way to the door of your chambers. 

“Shall I accompany you?” The old maid asked excitedly. 

“No, I can see to it myself. But would you see to it my husband knows I’ve gone to see him.” You asked firmly.

She nodded and stepped closer to you, “Shall I tell the Lord it is a matter of urgency? Most husbands might not come-”

You interrupted her, “He will take the message with urgency however you say it.” 

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As you sat in the measter’s chambers, sitting on a table, the old maester looked upon you awkwardly. 

“My husband will be here in a moment.” You assured him. 

The measter was clearly not wanting to waste his time, “I do not mean to rush you my Lady, but we could tell him the news after we complete the evaluation-”

“My husband will throw that door open at any moment. If he were to do that and saw your hand in me, he’d quite literally take your life for it.” You said as you pointed to the door, 

And with that, the door was thrown open. “What the fuck happened?” Sandor barked as he stomped into the room, and the old maester was quite happy with his decision to wait. 

“Calm yourself.” You said with a sigh as you held a hand up to him.

“Someone touch you?” He loudly questioned. 

“It would seem so.” The measter said in some kind of jest though it only irritated Sandor as his wild and angry eyes glared at him.

“Might be nothing.” You said softly, still attempting to keep him calm. 

“For fucks sake-what the fuck happended-“ He nearly shouted, 

“I haven’t bled for some time.” You sighed. 

Sandor’s angry and untamed behavior calmed instantly. Replaced by… fear?

“Are you sure?” He asked softly as he stepped closer to you. 

“Sure I haven’t bled, yes. The other, not so much.” You said softly back to him. As if you and he were keeping your words only to one another. 

“I think it best that the Lord Clegane remains outside for this but. Most husbands do not enjoy to be in the room for the examination.” The measter said. Sandor glared at him, furious that he’d think that he’d allow his wife to undergo such a thing. 

Without further debate, the examination began. It was uncomfortable both physically and mentally. Between the pain and violation you felt from the tools that entered you and the death glare Sandor continued to give the maester while he let you grip onto his hand for any pain you felt. 

“Ah!” You winced under the pain, 

Sandor had had enough at that point, “My wife yelps like that again and I’ll-“ He barked, but you held up your hand to him, your way of telling him to stop speaking. 

The maester, slightly frightened, removed his tools from you, “The examination is never pleasant.” He said cautiously, “But the news is. She carries a babe in her.” He told Sandor with a smile. 

However his happy demeanor was not met with similar enthusiasm. You and Sandor simply stared at the maester for a moment. 

You blinked and swallowed hard, “Is it certain?” You asked. 

“Early in your term. An uncertain time. But the babe is there, with a beating heart, and is growing well. You are lucky, most newlyweds take a year to conceive. Tis’ a strong seed that has taken root, no doubt from a strong father.” The measter said with a smile. 

“Fuck off.” Sandor huffed with annoyance at his compliment. 

The maester uneasily stood, “I shall leave you both to revel in such a blessing of the Gods.” he said as he left you both. 

You looked to Sandor who could not look at you. You sighed, “In truth we hold no right to shock. We did naught to prevent it.” That was the truth, and Sandor knew that as well. “Are you unhappy?” You asked him softly. 

“I’m not made to be a father. The things I’ve done… I don’t deserve what you’re giving me.” He shook his head, still unable to look at you, as though he were ashamed of himself, “I was never meant to have this much of you.” He said as he looked at you, noticing the tears that began to form in your eyes, “Ah-fuck- I didn’t mean I don’t want it-” He began as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“I’m frightened, Sandor.” You whispered into the crook of his neck. 

He held you by your shoulders and pulled you away to look you in the eyes, “Of what?” He questioned. He’d kill anything that frightened you.

Your tears only grew, “The screams… the blood.” You said with scared and wide eyes. The tears that formed in them fell down your cheeks as you thought of your mother, “What happened t-to my- my mother-“ 

“Don’t think of it.” He interrupted you, held you tighter, wanting for those thoughts to leave you. 

“How can I not?” You sobbed, 

“It won’t happen to you.” He reassured you, his voice was dark. 

You shook your head, and furrowed your brows. Angry that he would promise such a thing, “Do not lie to me. How can you know?”

“Because I fucking said so.” He said, his eyes were wide. And his grip on your shoulders were tighter, 

As you looked into his eyes you felt safe, you felt his promise. You sniffed your emotions, “You said promises are for cunts.” You said with a slight smile as you wiped your tears. 

“Aye, and I am one.” He said, with a very slight smirk. He caressed your cheek softly. “You choose what you want, I’ll stand by you. Whatever it is.”

You thought about it for a moment. Thinking of the pain you felt when you were forced to drink the tea. Thinking of how this could be the last piece of their father after the war tonight. “I don’t think I can lose another.” You said softly. 

Sandor nodded in understanding. In truth he could not want anything more. “I can’t promise much. But I can promise I’ll try. I’ll keep you both safe.” He said gently as he petted the top of your head, “Might ‘ave a shit father but least’ they won’t be a bastard.” He jested placing a hand on your stomach. 

You smiled through your tears, “Long as you live, long as you are their father, the rest matters not.” You said sweetly and softly.  

Just as you were about to bring your husband's lips to your own, you heard the horns. 

You now after the battle of the bastards were all too familiar with their sound. The horns of war. 

“Get to the crypts, now.” He commanded you. 

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You however only temporarily disobeyed your husband's wishes. Wishing to see your men off to war. 

As you walked down into the courtyard, you first found your little cousin, Arya. She smiled at you as you approached her. 

“I suspect you are refusing a place in the crypt.” You asked her with a warm smile. 

She shook her head, “There is no place for me down there. Not when I can do something up here.” 

“And I suspect even if I beg you to go below you won’t.” You asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“Good thing you aren’t a beggar.” She said a smirk. 

You petted her hair gently as you looked upon her warmly, “You were always a brave one.” 

“Like you.” She is soft. 

As you looked upon her you thought of her as a child in King's Landing. How much different she was now. “You must keep your wits about you. You are forbidden to be harmed.” You said and she chuckled, “I mean it. I cannot bear another loss.” You said with a more serious tone. 

“Fuck are you doing up here?” You heard from behind you. 

Arya smirked at you as she walked away, and you turned around to see your husband. 

You smiled up at him, “Seeing my men off.” You stepped closer to him, “And my husband.” You took his hand into your own, “Do not allow yourself to be harmed. With everything you feel for me.” You said as you reached into your dress collar, pulling out a small token. Sandor looked at you, annoyed that you were forcing such a sentimental moment on him in plain sight of all the other people around. You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m staying in the crypt as you asked me to. You can indulge me.” Sandor huffed and took the token into his hand, “I love you.” You said softly, and earnestly. 

“Aye…” He nodded. 

You huffed at his discomfort, “They’re all concerned if they are going to die out there, they do not care.” 

“I love you.” He said in a whisper to you. You smiled up at him warmly. 

Just before you could kiss him goodbye, the old maid that came into your service approached you, taking your arm in hand, “My Lady, It’s time-”

“Aye, take her before I chuck her in there.” Sandor asserted dominantly as he turned away from you and the old maid pulled you along. 

As you and she walked towards the crypts, the old maid held onto your arm tightly, “Did you receive word from the maester?” She asked. 

However before you could answer you saw your cousin approaching you with haste, “Sansa!” You shouted as you reached for her. 

She took your arm as you and the old maid made your way with haste, “The fightings already begun. Never seen anything like it.” She said breathlessly, clearly genuinely frightened. The thought of Sandor being harmed, or even in the way of harm of any kind made your stomach turn. You winced and grasped at your stomach, “Are you alright?” Sansa asked worriedly. 

You looked at both Sansa and the Old maid, finally giving in, “I’m with child.” you admitted. 

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As you and your companions entered the Crypt. You were met with anything but a warm welcome. There were women and children, crying babes, and to make the situation more uncomfortable, you and Sansa’s former betrothed. 

“So-“ Tyrion began. 

“I do not wish to discuss it.” You said knowing he was going to mention your marriage. 

He looked upon you with some empathy. “Are you worried for your Husband?” He asked you earnestly. 

You absent mindedly rubbed your belly in an attempt to soothe it, and sighed. “I trust he is well. You’ve seen him fight. He’s the best fighter an army could have.” You said defensively. 

Tyrion restlessly paced the room, “Yes I am sure he is being put to great use up there. But we’re being waisted down here.” You watched him slightly amused. He would think such a thing. “If we were up there we might see something everyone else is missing. Remember the Battle of the Blackwater. I brought us to the mudgate.” Tyrion said pridefully. 

“And got that cut on your face.” A voice said, you looked over to see Varys, the Spider.

“And it made a difference.” Tyrion said, it made you roll your eyes. “If I was out there right now…”

“You’d die.”  You interrupted him,  “Listen to those sounds above us…” You said pointing above you. You could hear distant screeches and screams. “Do you really think you could do anything? There is nothing you can do.” You said with annoyance. 

“You might be surprised at the lengths I’d go to avoid joining the Army of the Dead. I could think of no organization less suited to my talents.” Tyrion jested. 

“Witty remarks won’t make a difference.” Sansa said with a smirk. “That’s why we’re down here, none of us can do anything.” She said solemnly.  

“Is it?” Varys said, “If I heard correctly, the Lady Arryn rode five thousand men into the Battle of the Bastards. I heard she fought in that war herself.” The Spider said in an almost mocking tone as he stared at you.

“She did.” Sansa said in defense of you. 

“Then why does she sit in the crypt with us useless individuals?” Varys questioned cynically. 

“Her husband has requested she stay in the crypt.” The Old Maid said. 

“She listens to a man now? Very out of character.” Tyrion said teasingly. 

“She is pregnant.” The Old Maid said, in an attempt to defend you further. However it only sucked whatever air in the room was left. 

Varys looked at you with surprise, and Tyrion stared at you with a hollow ache. 

Just then, the walls of the crypt shook. Dirt rattled off the walls as skeletal hands began to burst through them. Suddenly wights start clawing their way out of their tombs. Although the wights are old and in terrible shape, the women and children are totally unarmed.

“Move! Move! Move!” You shouted as you pushed Sansa to move. 

You pushed her behind a tomb, and soon Tyrion hid with you.  You could hear the screams of the women but you yourself were unarmed. Contemplating on how you would help them. Sansa presents you with the dragon glass that they were given by Arya. You took the Dragon Glass in hand, gripping it tightly. 

“For whatever it may be worth, even though we may all die.” Tyrion whispered, “I could think of no one better suited to be a mother.” He said sweetly as he kissed your hand. Convinced it may be the last time he’d ever see you again. 

Before you could say a word, a wight found where you and your companions were hiding. The hideous corpse lunged onto Sansa. Attempting to harm her in any way it could. 

Seeing red, you stabbed the wright with the dragon glass Sansa had given you. Driving it into the monster as many times as you could. You remembered what Ser Cole taught you. The throat, the eyes, the heart. So you went for all three, repeatedly. 

Once you were finished, breathless, you looked down at yourself, you were covered in a thick dark blood. It was a hideous sight. But it felt good. 

You then turned your attention to the other wights in the crypt. You slowly moved out from your hiding spot, you contemplated which you would take first. Though your decision would be pointless. 

What in that moment seemed for no reason, each of the wights fell. Laying motionless, as dead as they should have been. 

Each person in the crypt stayed silent, aside from the babes that cried out in fear. 

But that was all you heard. The sounds from above were muted.

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You waited as long as Tyrion or Sansa could convince you before you made your way out of the crypt. 

You were disorientated, frightened, and your adrenaline was flowing as you stumbled out of the crypts. 

Looking upon Winterfell it was unrecognizable. You could have sworn you stepped into the seven hells. There were dead, swords, fire, and blood all around you. You stepped over the bodies as best you could, but sometimes couldn’t help but step on one or more.

You did not see a living man or woman in sight. Until you saw one man stumbling around the carnage just as you were. 

“Ser Leon!” You called out. 

“My Lady!” He called back to you, he looked disheveled and bloodied. 

As you approached him, you gripped onto the collar of his armor, “Where is he? Where is my Husband?” You commanded through gritted teeth. 

“I-I do not know, My Lady-“ You pushed him away from you and began to walk on your own, “My Lady! Please we do not know for certain if it is safe out here yet-“ He called out to you as you walked away. 

“It’s no safer down there.” You groaned as you continued on. 

You walked along the death riddled battle grounds that were once your given home. Searching for your Husband. It felt like an eternity as the sun began to rise, and you saw a man. A man much taller, and larger than any other man you’d ever seen. 

“Sandor!” You shouted with relief as you used whatever strength you’d left to run to him. 

Sandor dropped his dragon glass axe to the ground, taking you into his bloodied hands, “(Y/N), the fuck happened-” He asked as he looked apun you. “You hurt? Show me-” He said, though you couldn’t. You just stared at him, so thankful he was alive. You nuzzled your face into his neck, as you began to sob. “You’re alright now, Birdie.” He said as he ran his hand over your hair. “You’re both alright.” 

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NOTE: RSVP to the most awkward baby shower in winterfell below!!!

Also… Who’s bright idea was it to keep women and children in an underground crypt during a war against someone who could raise the dead. 

We also need to give Ser Leon a raise.

K love you, xoxo

Bambi

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Coaster Crush - Jake Sim

— ೄྀ࿐summary: your friends convince you to ride the disco pang pang. not only do you face your fear, but you see a cute boy in the process. ˊˎ-

word count: 1.7k

warnings: nothing really, if there is smth lmk!

note: if you don't know what the disco pang pang is maybe search it up before reading so you can kinda understand what's going on

The fresh nightly breeze nipped at your skin as you walked through the crowds of people in the amusement park. The bright, flashing lights of the different rides beckoned from every direction, promising an evening full of fun. The sweet, sugary scent of cotton candy and the savory aroma of pretzels wafted through the air, mixed with the sounds of excited screaming, loud pop music, and laughter.

"Guys!" Hanni exclaimed, her voice full of enthusiasm. "How about the Disco Pang Pang?" Danielle's eyes lit up, squealing with excitement. "Oh my god! Yes, let's do it!"

You hesitated. You've always been a bit of a scaredy cat when it came to rides. Never going near the ones you deemed unsafe, the Disco Pang Pang being no exception. With its lack of seatbelts, and only a lousy rail and your own strength (or lack there of) to keep you grounded, the idea didn't seem too thrilling for you. "I don't know, guys." You muttered. Your voice laced with uncertainty as you eyed the spinning contraption.

Hanni and Danielle let out a groan. "Don't be such a buzzkill, Y/nnie!" Hanni teased, her tone light and playful. She's right, you'd hate to ruin the night for them, but.. just look at the thing!

"I'm not!" You protested. "It's just.. it doesn't exactly look the safest." Danielle rolled her eyes before pulling you towards the rides entrance.

You anxiously waited in line, observing the riders as their bodies jerked and jumped in every direction. You watched as a girl went stumbling around in the middle, looking for her seat. The operators cheeky comments only added to your uneasiness. "C'mon someone help her!" He shouted.

Poor girl.

"Maybe I'll sit this one out." You suggested, your voice slightly trembling. "Absolutely not!" Hanni declined. Her arms folded on her chest. "You have to get on it. It won't be fun without you!" Danielle chimed in with a pout to her lips. "Besides, maybe you'll find your soulmate." Hanni added with a sly smirk and a shimmy to her shoulders. You laughed, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh shut up!" You smiled.

You've seen the viral videos, the operator maneuvers the poor girl into the handsome strangers arms. The outcome? Well, it's usually awkward. Fun, but very, very awkward.

The ride came to a stop, the previous riders stumbled off, dizzy and giggling. "Our turn!" Danielle squealed, her eyes shining with excitement. She hastily boarded the ride, pulling you along with her.

There was no chickening out now.

As you sat down, your mind flooded with worst-case scenarios. What if you end up hurting someone? What if you fall and crack your head open? What if you fly out!? So many things could go wrong, you couldn't believe you let your friends talk you into this so easily!

Your worries momentarily faded as a group of three attractive men stepped onto the ride. The one in the back caught your attention first, with his thick eyebrows and sharp nose, his pale skin radiant under the bright neon lights. The middle one flashed a charming smile, his eyes big like a bambi. While both men were undeniably handsome, your gaze kept drifting to the boy in the front. He had boyish grin that spread ear to ear. Sparkling eyes that held a playful charm, similar to one of a mischievous puppy.

"Oh they're cute!" Hanni whispered, nudging you with her elbow. "Hanni stop!" You whispered back, trying to hide your own fascination.

The trio scanned their surrounding, looking for an empty spot big enough to fit the three of them. Finally, they settled on the other side of the disc, directly across from you.

Your eyes met his, and for a brief moment, you felt the world around you disappear. The rides music and the peoples laughter turned into background noise as you locked eyes, you exchanged a small bow before forcing yourself to look away.

"Cute!" Hanni whispers, snatching you out of your thoughts, "Oh, he's so your type!" Danielle adds, her voice barely audible over the loud music. You were quick to hush them, your face flushing with embarrassment.

Well.. they're definitely not wrong.

The rides music swelled, signaling the start of your ride. Just then, the operators voice boomed through the speakers, his enthusiastic demeanor infectious. "Alright everyone, you ready?" He asked, his tone playful. The crowd responded with a few murmurs, to which he chuckled. "Oh, tough crowd tonight." The laughter that followed calmed your nerves a bit as you found yourself smiling along with everyone else.

The operator continued, "Welcome aboard the Disco Pang Pang! As you can see, there are no seatbelts, but we do have railing for you to hold onto. So make sure you're holding on tight!" He lowered his tone dramatically, "I won't be going easy on you." His voice was full of mischief, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was being serious, or just being funny.

The operators pointing finger caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise when he looked you directly in the eyes. "You!" He exclaimed.

"What's your name?" He asked with a warm smile, easing your nerves.

"Y/n!"

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said with a wink. "And how old are you, Ms. Y/n?" He asked, his smile saying he had a plan up his sleeve.

Before you could answer Danielle jumped to your defense, "Hey, don't you think it's a bit rude to ask a lady her age?" The crowd snickered at her cheeky comment. "Oh, very sorry ma'am." He chuckled, his smile unwavering.

Your voice was barely audible over the music when you finally replied, "I just turned twenty!" The operators eyes lit up, "Well, happy late birthday!" He exclaimed, his smile wide and genuine. "I'm guessing those are your friends, correct?" He asked as he gestured towards Hanni and Danielle. You nodded, laughing.

"Are you single ma'am?" Hanni's bubbly voice jumped in. "Single and ready to mingle!" The crowd hollered a whooped at Hanni's remark, the operator chuckled along. "That's what I like to hear!"

With a mischievous glint in his eye, the operator searched for his next victim, his gaze scanning the ride until it landed on a new target. "And you, sir? What's your name?" he asked, his brow raised with curiosity. You followed his gaze, and you found yourself looking at the same handsome stranger who had caught your attention earlier.

He responded swiftly, voice calm and confident. "I'm Jake!" He shouted back. Is that an accent on him?

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one!" Jake replied, his charming smile on full display. The operators smirk grew wider. "Single?" He asked, his tone cheeky. Jake only nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Well would you look at that? Looks like I've found my victims!" His smirk infectious, yet slightly menacing, hinting at the chaos that was yet to come. With the flick of a switch the ride roared to life. The music swelled, drowning out the chatter and nervous laughter.

As the ride began to spin, you felt a sense of ease, the gentle spin lulled you into a false sense of security. But before you knew it, it span faster, the lights around you blurred into vibrant streaks. Your hair whipped around your face, the wind swooshing in your ears. The rides jerky movements sent your body bouncing up and down, your stomach getting that weird feeling with each jolt. Hanni's laughter and Danielle's shrieks of delight mingled with the music, creating a chaotic symphony.

Your hair whipped around is every direction, covering your vision, so you instinctively lifted your a hand from the railing to brush it aside. But in that split second, the ride lurched forward, making you lose your grip on the railing. Sending you stumbling toward the middle of the floor.

Now you're the poor girl.

Your attempts to get back to your seat were useless due to the operator expertly controlling the ride to prevent you from going anywhere. With every wobbly step you took, he'd only jerked the ride again, sending you stumbling around like a chicken without its head.

"Go towards the handsome fella! He'll help you!" He teased, his voice cutting through the sounds of screams and laughter. Jake held an arm out, ready to catch you, "Come on! I've got you!"

You shook your head no. Your shyness held you back, unwilling to go to the arms of the handsome stranger in front of you.

"Ah don't be shy! He won't bite.. not unless you want him to" The operator chuckled. With that, he tilted the ride with violent jolts, sending you tumbling towards Jake, your body colliding with his.

Your attempts to scoot away from him were useless, every lurch of the ride making you fall right back into his embrace. His strong arm wrapped around your waist.

You both laughed nervously, your face inches apart, your hearts racing in perfect sync. The rides merciless jolts threatened to break Jake's grip, and you felt yourself slipping away, stomach lurching with each jump. "You're not holding her tight enough, Jake! She's slipping away!"

The ride spun faster, and Jake's grip tightened. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with embarrassment as the operator continued to taunt you. "Look at that! You're so cute together!"

Your heart raced with adrenaline, your laughter filling the air as you thought about the absurdity of it all. Jake's chuckle was warm and gentle, his breath caressing your skin as he held you securely against his body, his embrace surprisingly comforting despite being a stranger.

The rides chaotic motions eventually slowed down, the ride finally coming to a stop. The silence was palpable, the only sound being your ragged breaths and Jake's gentle laughter.

"That's a wrap folks!" The operator announced, cutting through the silence. "It looks like we've got a new couple on our hands." The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. You could hear Hanni's and Danielle's hollering, and even Jake's friends whistling.

Jake's eyes locked onto yours, a shy smile spreading across his face. His gaze making you feel like you were the only two people on earth. "Nice to meet you," he said, his voice low and husky, his words barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat as you smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort.

"Nice to meet you too."

[lustfulslxt]

Okay could I request a Matt X Chris’s bsf! Reader. Like Chris knows his bestie has it BAD for his brother and he tries to set them up

Divulgence- Matt Sturniolo

warnings : idk, corny dad jokes that i legit died laughing over lmaoo

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“What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” Chris asks, hardly able to hold in his giggles. “Oh sheet!”

Matt and I simultaneously burst into laughter, dramatically falling into one another as we struggle to catch our breaths. Chris starts rolling on the floor, his screams sounding throughout the house as he flails his limbs.

“What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” Matt asks, a goofy grin spread over his lips. “Roberto.”

I can’t help but repeatedly hit the couch as my laughter starts up again, completely amused at their corny jokes. Chris is back up for just a second, grabbing onto Matt’s shoulders before falling back to the ground, his face bright red due to the amount of laughter constricting his breath. After a few more minutes of silly giggles, both boys look at me expectantly.

I pause, thinking for a second, before I start snickering to myself. “What happens when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the butt? You hit rock bottom.”

Once again, the three of us are doubling over, unable to contain the joyous sounds coming from our mouths. Tears streaming down our faces, all of us feeling hot with the excessive laughter.

“Wait! Wait!” Matt shouts, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, “Why should you never fight a dinosaur?”

Me and Chris share a look with smiles on our faces, anticipating the punchline.

“Because you’ll get jurasskicked!” Matt exclaims, his voice booming as he starts howling.

Chris and I lose it, our screams echoing around the living room. My body shakes with giggles pouring out of me, left and right. I fall onto Matt’s lap, my head landing on his thighs, slowly calming down. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while, my breath is still erratic. His hands find their way into my hair, brushing it out of my face and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I make eye contact with Chris, who smirks at me as my face flushes pink.

Matt’s left arms falls over my side, his right hand still running through my hair, sending shivers down my body. Chris watches us, his smirk growing wider before sending me a quick wink, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I turn my head to look up at Matt and realize he’s already looking at me. After he notices he’s been caught staring at me, he awkwardly looks away, a faint blush fanning his face.

“Hey, Y/N. Follow me real quick, I’ve got something to show you.” Chris calls out, beckoning me to follow him as he walks off in the direction of his room.

I give Matt a smile, patting his leg, standing up from him and following Chris. Upon walking into his room, he shuts the door and turns to me with a devilish grin on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.

My smile fades, a frown taking its place. “Why are you so insistent on me telling him?”

“Because you’re completely head over heels for him.” Chris points out

“That’s beside the point.” I mutter, dismissively.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re my best friend, but be so fucking for real.” He stares at me, his face giving off that he’s fed up.

“What?!” I exclaim, falling back on his bed.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” He crosses his arms.

I shoot back up, immediately glaring at him, “You wouldn’t!”

He gives me a look and makes a move for his door, prompting me to sprint over to him, jumping on his back.

“Christoper Owen, stop it right now!” I shout, attempting and failing to get him to stop.

He ignores me, walking out of his room and up the stairs, me still on his back. He rounds the corner, entering the kitchen and heading straight for the living room that Matt still resides in.

“Seriously, kid. Knock it the fuck off.” I groan, hitting his back, though it was no use as he’s intent on getting me to spill my feelings for his brother.

Hearing my voice, Matt turns his head and widens his eyes at us, not expecting to see me yanking back on Chris, despite my futile attempts to do literally anything. Chris shakes me off his back, effortlessly, then turns to Matt.

“Follow me real quick, I want to show you something.” Chris says to him, just as he did to me five minutes ago.

I roll my eyes, “Chris, I swear to God.”

He holds his hand out to me, silently telling me to shut up, before waving his hand to Matt, ushering him back in the direction of his room. Matt, obviously confused, obliges anyways and heads downstairs with Chris in suit.

I sit back on the couch, anxiety building in my stomach, my nerves shot. I can’t help the slight tremble in my hands and the bouncing of my foot as I think of the worst.

Chris is my best friend, we’ve been friends for four years, and I’ve probably been in love with Matt for half that time. I never planned on telling him, as I was sure my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I cherished Matt and I’s friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamic. Sure, I, so badly, wanted to be with him and it hurt knowing that everything between us would only ever be platonic, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Matt has always been so great to me. He’s so kind and loving, incredibly thoughtful, and we just click. I couldn’t help but fall for him and his pretty face, and I feel like an idiot for it. I can’t wrap my head around why I would let myself fall for him when it’s not necessarily the best of circumstances.

I don’t think Chris would intentionally fuck things up between us, but me not knowing what was being said between the two made me feel sick to my stomach. I‘ve always been an anxious person, but especially at times like this. My nerves are racked, and I can’t help the pit of anxiety and anticipation brewing in my stomach.

Before I can continue to dwell on my thoughts, Matt rounds the corner and makes his way to the couch opposite of me. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t even spare me a glance. With a frown, I look back to the direction he came from, waiting for Chris to emerge, but he doesn’t. It hits me very clearly, as I now realize that Chris divulged my secret with him.

I can’t help the downward turn of my lips, my frown becoming more prominent. I can practically see the new awkwardness and tension that will be riddled throughout our friendship, making things slowly fall apart. I let out a loud breath, closing my eyes, and sighing as I throw my head back against the back of the couch. It feels like there’s a new weight on my shoulder, and I have no idea how to release it.

Suddenly, the seat next to me dips and I can feel a warm presence beside me. I don’t have to open my eyes to know that it’s Matt, I know his cologne like it’s oxygen. I slowly turn my head towards his direction, then open my eyes, immediately coming face to face with him. He stares at me for a moment, and I can’t read his facial expression, so I get a little nervous.

“Um.” He begins, pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Would you, maybe, want to go out? Like on a date? With me? Like not right now, but sometime? Whenever. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, we can forget this ever happened. Like it’s totally okay, honest. Please say something, so I don’t keep rambling like an idiot.”

I can’t help the soft giggles that left my mouth, amused by his stammering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His eyes widen and his mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, “Like a date date?”

My smile grows, “Yes, Matt, a date date.”

“Wow. Nice.” He smiles back, letting out a breath. “I can’t lie, I was a bit worried you’d say no. Actually, a lot worried. Chris had to convince me to even say anything.”

“Is that what that was about?” I question, furrowing my eyebrows as I motion downstairs to Chris’ room.

He nods, “Yeah, he was basically telling me I need to stop being a pussy and just tell you how I feel.”

“Hmm. He led me to believe he was telling you about my feelings for you. I was straight up dying in here, like ready to throw up everything I’ve digested in the last 24 hours.” I admit.

He lets out a chuckle and scoots closer, placing his arm around me on the back of the couch. “So, how about you tell me about your feelings for me.”

A loud laugh escapes my mouth as I push his face away, him laughing in return as I say, “Maybe on this date you speak of.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs, pulling me back into him.

He leans his head on my shoulder for a moment before turning it to look at me. When I turn my head in his direction, I notice our faces are only inches apart, causing me to slightly gasp. I can see his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back, I knew what he wanted.

“Would you be upset if I asked to kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

My tongue runs over my lips, subconsciously wetting them as I shake my head from side to side, watching him watch my every move. He slowly inches closer, before his soft pink lips meet mine for the first time. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled away to look at me. After taking in my reaction, he comes back in, pressing his mouth to mine. This one, being slower and longer, more passionate. After a minute, I pull back with a smile on my face as I took a deep breath.

“Give me like two minutes, and I’ll be right back.” I state, before taking off towards Chris’ room.

I quickly make my way down the stairs, and swiftly enter his room. Noticing he’s chilling on his bed, I run over to him and engulf him in a big hug. He’s surprised, but returns it nevertheless.

“You good?” He asks in a chuckle.

“Yes. I just wanna say you’re a great best friend and I love you so much. Thanks for keeping my secret, and I’m sorry I doubted you for a moment. And thanks for talking some sense into this kid.”

“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, rubbing my back. “Now go back up there and spend some much deserved time with him. Love you, kid.”

With a giggle, I run back upstairs, leaving Chris to continue playing games on his phone. Once I make it in the kitchen, I stop for a moment and stare at Matt. He’s so pretty, I truly love everything about him. His eyes meet mine, a smile instantly pulling to his face. He nods his head at me, beckoning me to come join him once again. So I do.

“Hi.” I smile brightly at him, laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, like earlier in the night.

“Hi.” He smiles back at me, running his hand through my hair as his other arm goes around me, pulling me closer into him.

“So, about that date.” I say, bringing my lips into my mouth to keep myself from cheesing embarrassingly hard.

The laugh he lets out ruins my attempt, as I can’t help but stare in awe at him. He’s truly everything, and I can’t be more happy that I get to indulge in that now.

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a/n : ugh here you go! sorry i feel like this request was forever ago. it is a bit rushed, but only bc i had it all damn near finished and it didn’t save, so i lost basically the whole thing. i’ll do better next time, enjoy. send in reqs! xx

[sevikaswifefr]

video games

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warning: sadly quite short, fluffy

a/n: short and sweet (i’m so lonely 😭😭)

I don’t hear the front door open or close, my headset blocking out ninety percent of all noises. Only when Jenna’s body climbs into my lap do I realise she’s home.

Freeing one ear from my headset I glance down at the girl in my lap with a smile. She feels almost weightless though her grip on my waist is firm, something she does when she craves my attention. Jenna’s thighs rest on either side of my own, her head burying itself in my neck. These tells cause my eyebrows to furrow slightly.

“Hey baby. You ok?” I whisper letting go of my controller to draw patterns up and down her back. My game can wait.

Jenna shrugs her arms tensing around my waist confirming my suspicions. “Come on, I need words.” I coax her head from my neck to find her smiling softly, tears welling up in her eyes. “Baby?” I breathe gently cupping her face, my thumbs stroking just under her cheekbones. “I’m ok, just very happy to be home.” Jenna chuckles closing her eyes and leaning into my touch before once again nuzzling her face into my neck. “Long day and I’m ready to sleep.” She yawns.

I sigh in relief and return her embrace.

Beep Beep

Jenna sits up alarmed, hands clenching my shoulders tightly causing me to chuckle. Her body tenses only to relax at realising it’s simply my game being left on paused for too long.

“How does a shower sound? Then we can sleep.”I kiss her jaw gently goosebumps awakening at my touch. Jenna’s hand traces light patterns on the curve of my sides. “Are you saying I smell?” Her nose scrunches slightly, eyes narrowing in faux anger.

“Your words not mine.” I tease. Jenna doesn’t accept those words, her hand coming up to slap my arm. “Ow.” I wince frowning at the chuckling girl on my lap. “Shower. Go.” My eyebrows furrow, playful anger coursing through my body. “Grumpy.” Jenna whispers under her breath with a cheeky smirk.

My hands press against her stomach, nudging her off my lap to which Jenna protests her own hands wrapping tighter around my waist. “Come with me?” She pleads gazing up at me with those eyes. I huff and look away from her only to feel her fingers close around my jaw tilting my face back down to her own.

“Please.” She whispers, lips ghosting mine. It takes all my courage to not pin her to the couch and kiss her hard enough to leave bruises. “No baby cause we both know where that would go and you need to relax, not get riled up.

Jenna debates my answer before moving off my lap and heading towards our bedroom. “Be like that then.” She doesn’t turn to look at me as she walks away knowing I’m right.

Although she puts on the annoyed facade I hear her yell I love you from the bedroom, those three words assuring me she isn’t seriously angry.

Fifteen minutes pass by, my solitude being kept cosy with my controller in hand, gentle music playing in the background keeping the atmosphere calm amongst the violence on the tv screen.

“Can you come to here please?” I’d be lying if I said Jenna’s shout didn’t scare me slightly. But I obey, turning off the console and tv before heading towards the bedroom.

Candles flicker, the breeze causing a slight chill inside the dimly lit room as the window beside the bed remains open. Jenna smiles dopily, a cigarette in hand as she smokes beckoning me to her side.

“I missed you today.” She reaches for my hand to pull me down. A smile adorns my face seeing her flushed cheeks. “I missed you too.” I whisper softly nuzzling my nose against the side of her face. “Want some?” She asks gesturing to the cigarette in her hand. I nod, holding onto her wrist gently as she places the cigarette against my lips.

As the the cigarette becomes a dud Jenna throws it onto the ash tray with a sigh. “Bed please.” She groans walking the mere three steps and collapsing face first into the mattress. Following my girlfriend I sit on the edge, my hand tracing patterns under her baggy sleep shirt and along the hem of her sleep shorts.

“Closer.” Jenna mumbles against the blankets, her hand flailing around in an attempt to find my body and pull me against her. “Please.” She whines scrambling up the mattress and resting her face on her pillow.

“I’m coming.” I chuckle standing up to blow out the candles before swiftly moving onto the bed and beneath the covers.

Jenna finally pulls her face away from the pillow, head tilted in my direction she smiles. “Come here then.” I whisper opening my arms for the smaller girl to fall into. And that she does.

Manoeuvring her body so her legs slot between my own, soft skin against soft skin. Her head lays on my chest and her eyes close, relaxed as my fingers find themselves tracing patterns under her shirt once again.

“Goodnight baby.” I whisper pressing a kiss to her head. Jenna hums contently. “Goodnight.”

[shirefantasies]

the fellowship and how they would comfort you after a nightmare

Sure thing! This is such a cute idea I love it 🥺 no detail is given about the nature of the nightmare, so it’s pretty fluffy & open to interpretation 🥰

How The Fellowship Comforts You After a Nightmare

Aragorn

A pair of hands catch you about the waist. “Careful, beloved, you almost fell,” a deep voice whispers. Aragorn. You start despite the comforting voice, and he notices. Fixing you with a look of concern, he nods encouragingly, letting you speak; you tell him it was a nightmare. “What happened?” He asks, and he listens with great interest as you describe what you saw, what your mind forced you to experience. “The night can be false,” he tells you, moving so close you can feel his breath upon your ear, “bringing forth our greatest fears. But I am here with you in its darkness.” Nodding, you give a small smile as he takes your hands. “Come here,” he beckons, and acquiescing he tucks you into him, your back against his chest and his arm draped over you protectively.

Legolas

“Come." You hear Legolas before you see him, feel the way he reaches for you. Fingers intertwine with yours and shakily you reciprocate the grip. He raises you gently to a seated position, holding you lightly about the waist as you rotate in tandem. You’re facing the window, you realize, looking out into the night. “The stars,” Legolas breathes, “ever have they provided us with hope and comfort. They are looking out for us.” Mystic as his words are, you cannot help but admit that focusing on the distant, twinkling lights is calming, especially in Legolas’s arms. Silently, you nod. Legolas peers down at you thoughtfully before speaking again, pointing out stars and constellations until you are lulled into a much more peaceful sleep.

Boromir

A tear slides down your cheek, but before the lines to reality are fully crossed you feel a hand caress you, wipe the droplet gently. “What ever is the matter?” A voice you would recognize anywhere: Boromir. Before you can speak you’re latching onto him. Stroking the crown of your head, he questions again, this time asking if you are all right. “I will be,” you answer shakily. His lips fall to yours, firmly but with a sense of care, of loving. “Good. You have me until then, and, I’m afraid, long after that, too,” he jokes, pulling you closer. “That means more than you could ever know,” you mutter, nuzzling into his neck and giving in when he shifts to his back, your body draped over his like a warm blanket.

Gimli

Gasping and shooting upward, you are met with a shout that has you exclaiming as well, heart thundering in your chest. Suddenly, looking as though he’s been slapped, Gimli reaches for your hand, taking it in both of his. “Whatever is the matter, my jewel?” You cannot help cracking a feeble smile at his words of endearment even through the involuntary terror you’d awoken to. You apologize, tell him a nightmare had taken you. “Not if I have anything to say about it!” Gimli retorts. “Does it realize who it is up against?” Cue your beloved dwarf highlighting every amazing thing about you, from your beauty to your fighting spirit to simply poetry, all the wonderful things in this world you remind him of. “So if some dream thinks it can take you, it is sorely mistaken,” he concludes, looking satisfied at the upward tug of your lips, the bashful way your head falls against his chest.

Frodo

Stirs with immediate knowledge and understanding of what you are going through, having experienced it many times himself. No words are necessary, only the small, sad nod you share. Frodo's hand immediately trails up and down your arm, spreading grounding warmth across your skin. Your head falls back against his chest in defeat and with a deep breath, he pulls you flush against him, lips pressing against the crown of your head. Frodo never demands words, but listens with deep thoughtfulness if you wish to volunteer them and even shares any similarities in his so you know you are not alone. Especially if any of them embody your worst intrusive thoughts, the hardest things to share aloud. He only feels comfortable sharing the events of his own nightmares because of this dark bond you share, but seeing your face and feeling the caress of your hand upon his cheek is all it takes to cast a light back into his eyes, one that sparks the same for you.

Sam

Sam’s hold upon you is the first awareness you achieve as you are thrust back into reality, your eyelashes fluttering as you make out his form. The moment tension fades from your body, he’s pulling you into him, rocking you gently and running his hand through or over your hair. “Sam, I’m sorry -” “Shhh,” he soothes, smiling gently, almost tearfully, “there’s no need. There’s no need at all. Let’s just stay here.” At your nod, he rests his chin atop your head and tucks your bodies as close into each other as possible, limbs fitting together like puzzle pieces. The last sensation you remember before drifting off to sleep is Sam’s lips lightly pressed against your cheek.

Merry

A gasp alerts Merry to your plight, sending him shooting up into a seated position, looking around the room with concern before his eyes fall sympathetically to you. “Bad dream?” His voice is quiet, hoarse from lack of use. You just nod. “Well that won’t do,” he shoots back, sitting up further and extending a hand. Shakily you take it and are pulled up at his side, an arm slung around your shoulders. “In the Brandybuck household, bad dreams mean storytime,” he tells you with a growing smile, “so your choice. Family legend or embarrassing Pippin story?” You feel your lips curling upward, visions of your nightmare already fading. “Embarrassing Pippin story.” “Great choice! So this one time…well, we’d had one too many tankards, I’ll confess, but I was well until Pippin…”

Pippin

Does not wake up at your first stirring, but as you shift you feel his body move alongside you, turning to face your way. “Are you all right?" He whispers when you fall into his gaze, distress clear upon your face that you both feel and see mirrored in his. “Nightmare,” is all you have to whisper before you’re wrapped up completely in Pippin’s embrace, his legs tangling with yours as his arms wind around you. A smile breaks through on your face when you feel him nuzzle into you with his nose, leading you to snuggle in closer against his soft curls. “I’m always going to be here for you,” you hear him whisper, feel his warm breath as he speaks, “always.”

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The birth of Wolverpool

Deadpool zips through the multiverse with his usual panache, feeling pretty good about his little escapade. After the events of the Deadpool & Wolverine movie, he had this insane idea—why not find some more variants of Wolverine? Maybe spice things up, maybe find some new drinking buddies, and, well, maybe just mess with some timelines for the fun of it.

He lands in a bustling new dimension, boots crunching on fresh snow as he adjusts his red and black suit. The landscape looks vaguely familiar—a sprawling Canadian wilderness, of course. Typical Logan. But something’s… off.

Then he sees it. Standing atop a ridge in the distance is… himself? But wait. No. It’s… Wolverpool?

Deadpool’s eyes widen in shock, then gleam with pure joy. He rushes forward.

"Wolverpool, is that you?!" he shouts, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wolverpool, a brawny mix of Wolverine and Deadpool, stands tall. He’s wearing Deadpool’s trademark red-and-black suit, but with the classic Wolverine mask—those iconic pointed black ears stretching out from the sides of his head. There are claws coming out between his knuckles even. Deadpool stops dead in his tracks, dropping to his knees with hands clamped to his face in awe.

"Oh. My. God. I knew my dreams were insane but this—this is beautiful!" Deadpool exclaims, tears of joy threatening to spill. “This is the Deadpool-Wolverine fusion I didn’t know I needed!"

Wolverpool just stares, growling slightly.

"Okay, tough guy, let’s calm down—oh, look at those claws! So sharp! So stabby!" Deadpool reaches toward the claws, then thinks better of it and pulls back with a flourish. “Never mind, no need to lose a finger today."

But then, something catches his eye—a rift in the timeline. A shimmering distortion that beckons to him, curious and teasing. Unable to resist, Deadpool leaps through it with a quick, "Yolo!"

He emerges moments later, slightly disoriented but quickly shaking it off, when he hears some gruff voices ahead. Sneaking around a thick pine tree, he peeks out and sees—himself. And Wolverine.

But wait… Logan's not his usual self. He’s… heavily pregnant?

Deadpool’s jaw drops as he takes in the scene. Wolverine’s cradling his massive belly, leaning against a rock, his face twisted in pain. His breathing is erratic as beads of sweat drip down his furrowed brow. The version of Deadpool in this timeline is holding his hands, trying to help him through labor, though clearly at a loss for what to do.

"Holy chimichangas…" Our Deadpool gasps, slapping a hand over his mouth. He struggles to contain his laughter and amazement, his eyes sparkling with manic glee. "Logan's… in labour?!"

Deadpool can barely handle it. "Oh, this is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Forget the rest of the multiverse, I am never leaving this timeline!" he whispers to himself before straightening up and muttering, "Okay, keep it together, Wade. Just—be respectful. It’s a magical moment."

The scene escalates as Wolverine suddenly lets out a roar of agony, his claws instinctively popping out as he clutches his sides.

"Aaaaagh!" Wolverine screams. “This kid better be worth it!”

Pregnant Wolverine's belly tightens, his muscles rippling beneath the surface, and then—like something out of an alien movie—his belly bursts open with a sickening, fleshy pop. Blood splatters, and a small, crying infant crawls its way out of him, slick with fluids.

Our Deadpool nearly passes out. "What the cronenberg!" He stumbles back in disbelief, eyes wide in horror and awe. "Okay, that was NOT on my bingo card."

The alternate Deadpool quickly swoops in, catching the newborn with the reflexes of a practiced lunatic. With surprisingly tender care, he cleans off the tiny child and places it onto Wolverine’s chest, who—already healing—leans back against the rock, looking exhausted but relieved. His body rapidly knits itself back together, the gaping wound closing as if nothing ever happened.

"There you go, Wolvie," alternate Deadpool says with a grin, patting Logan’s shoulder. "Congratulations, papa. You’ve done good." He gestures to the baby on Wolverine's chest. "Our little bundle of chaos. Takes after both of us, huh?"

Our Deadpool stares, utterly speechless for once. He shakes his head, trying to process what he’s just witnessed. "Well, that was… surreal," he mutters. "Seriously, I’ve seen some weird crap, but this? Top five, easy."

As the baby coos on Wolverine’s chest, Wolverine grunts, shooting a glare toward both Deadpools. “You two better not be making a big deal outta this, or I swear, I’ll—"

Our Deadpool snaps his fingers. "No need for threats, big guy! I’ve got enough memories to keep me laughing for the next fifty years!"

As he steps back, ready to continue his journey through the multiverse, he whispers to himself, “Well… never thought I’d see the day Wolverine gave birth. Guess there really is a first time for everything.”

One last look at the bizarrely heartwarming scene, and Deadpool shakes his head with a grin. “Well, that was unexpected..”

And with that, he leaps back into the multiverse, ready for whatever absurdity comes next.

But even for him, this one was going to be tough to top.

[buckysxgal]

I'd Let The World Burn - Eustass Kid x Reader

Picture I got from Pinterest - It's a screencap from One Piece

Summary: Just a little snippet of you and Kid during the Raid of Onigashima.

Word Count: 870

Details: Set in Wano Arc (specifically in Onigashima). Established Relationship. this is during the Big Mom fight. Kid saves the reader (and Nami, Usopp, and Otama by association). Kid calls reader 'Doll'. I tried to keep specifics about Reader (gender, race, etc.) out, if i missed something please let me know and I can fix it! I want this to be readable for EVERYONE. I listened to LET THE WORLD BURN by Chris Grey while writing this.

Also posted on AO3

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“WHERE ARE THEY?!” A voice bellowed out. The voice could be heard all throughout Onigashima. Currently, I was running with Nami, Usopp and Otama through the hallways of the castle. 

“Who the hell was that?” Nami said, startled, looking around for a person to match the voice while we ran. We turned right down another hallway only to bump into Big Mom again. She was now targeting Otama because she was ‘going against her’ by running away from her with us.

“I don’t think we have time to question that Nami.” I said while pointing up to Big Mom who was gearing up to attack. “What should I do about the ones I hate?” Big Mom started, speaking to her sword, the cloud and the sun floating around her. “I should kill them!” She screamed, lifting her sword up to strike.

Nami held the child closer to her body, and Usopp fell to the ground with a shout. I stepped closer to Nami and Otama, spreading my arms out and bracing myself with my eyes closed. Nami, Usopp and Otama’s screams were suddenly drowned out with the sound of metal scraping together. I looked up in awe, seeing my lover’s metal arm shooting out above us and hovering it in front of Big Mom’s face.

“You’re…!” Big Mom started before Kid attached his arm to her face and lifted and slammed her into the floor, cracking the floorboards with a call of Punk Gibson. His figure outlined appeared in the dust behind us as we all turned around to face our savior. Big Mom’s ally, the cloud that she called Hera, flew over to her asking if she was OK as she sat up.

“Kid!” Big Mom growled out. Kid came to a stop in front of us. Nami and Usopp let out simultaneous breaths of relief.

“Captain Kid!” They shouted, tears of joy and stars in their eyes.

“Go away, Straw Hats. This bastard…” Kid lifted his metal arm once more, metal from around the room latching onto his arm.

“Is my prey!” He continued. I smiled up at him as he looked down on me from my spot behind Nami, Otama, and Usopp, now noticing that I was here. He blinked a few times, staring at me processing my presence. 

“I’ve been looking for you all over.” He stepped closer to us and held out his non-metal arm beckoning me over. I stepped around the group and got closer to him. His hand came up to caress the side of my face, his thumb sweeping across my cheek.

“You hurt Doll?” He said gruffly. I shook my head ‘no’ and allowed him to press his forehead to mine. He stayed liked that for a moment before pulling away and shoving me behind him.

“Stay out of the way, Doll. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He muttered over his shoulder. I beckoned Nami, Usopp and Otama closer to me, stepping back from the fight. We started to run towards the performance hall I turned to look behind me and saw Kid cracking his neck gearing up to fight. 

“Kick her ass babe!” I yelled as I turned back to face Nami and Usopp. Nami looked over her shoulder to me and smirked at me.

“Doll?” She giggled.

“S-shut up.” I muttered as my cheeks grew hot. 

Time Skip to after the Raid - still on Onigashima

We had watched Kid and Trafalgar Law fight from a room off the performance hall. As soon as they cast Big Mom down that hole the two pirate captains fell to the ground, exhausted.

I ran down the steps towards where Kid was laying on the rubble. Nami, Otama and Usopp followed me, but stopped to fall in with the crowd surrounding the two exhausted pirate captains.

“Kid!” I screamed out, flinging myself onto his body, letting sobs wrack through my body.

“Please don’t scare me like that.” I whispered as I  let my hands curl into fists in his red fur coat. His non-metal arm came up and rested on the back of my head, stroking my hair as the sobs lessened. I could hear murmurs in the crowd, namely from the other pirate crews, wondering who I was.

“Don’t worry Doll, I ain’t going anywhere.” He whispered, placing a kiss against my hair. I smiled and lifted my head to look up at him. He sat up, lifting me with him and keeping me on his lap as he looked over me, assessing me for any injuries.

“What’s this?” He asked, pointing towards the scratch on my cheek. I lifted my hand towards it, remembering what happened.

“We were running from the fire, and I leaped out of the way of a burning piece of wood, landed on the floor, not gracefully, and scuffed my cheek.” I chuckled. He let his thumb graze it gently.

“I’m glad you made it out of this alive, Y/N.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, bringing me into his embrace again.

“Well of course Kid, can’t leave you behind can I?” I said, smirking up at the man, who returned the gesture. He placed a small kiss on the side of my forehead.

[nimbusclan]

Moon 0

[Next]

After the dust settles, the silence that follows is deafening.

It presses against Moonpaw’s eardrums, suffocating her and sucking all the air from her lungs. The only other sound in the apprentice's den is the panting of her brother’s shallow, rapid inhales of breath, knocking hard against Moonpaw’s own ribcage. His body is warm against hers, his muscles taut and hard like the walls of rock that surround them. 

“Pitchstar?” Moonpaw mews into the dark. The blackness is so thick she can hardly see even with her pupils as wide as the boulder that’s blocking the entrance to their den. “Frostcrest?”

“The kits,” Fogpaw’s voice shakes in her ear. It’s utterly wrecked, twisted with fear. “Condorkit!” He screeches. “Whisperkit!”

There is no response. Only the deafening, crushing silence.

“Fogpaw, we have to find a way out of here,” Moonpaw mews. “We have to help them.” All of her fur is standing on end, fluffed out to twice her size. Despite the silence, the yowls of her clanmates echo in Moonpaw’s ears. The way their cries had cut off so abruptly– Moonpaw shivers. She can’t think about it. She can’t. 

Fogpaw leaps forward, claws scraping uselessly against the rock wedged into the entrance. All of NimbusClan’s dens are hollows that have been carved away by time within a cave set into the base of the mountain they call home. Home has always felt so safe to Moonpaw. Of course, she’s known the dangers of the mountain ever since she was a kit – older warriors and mentors would often warn that falling rocks are one of the deadliest threats to an unaware cat. The mountain is strong, protective, but can be deadly - just like any warrior. She could never have imagined it could harm the camp, despite the warnings she grew up with. Tucked away into its cozy little cave, this camp has lasted moons and moons, through many generations of cats. A tragedy of this magnitude is… it was impossible.

Moonpaw huddles in the middle of the den, shivering with terror as Fogpaw hisses in frustration and scrambles on top of the boulder, scraping at a few smaller rocks balanced atop it. Suddenly, moonlight streams in through a crack Fogpaw has managed to punch through the rocks, illuminating stripes of both cats’ pale fur.

“Keep going!” Moonpaw meows, leaping to her paws, but Fogpaw doesn’t need the encouragement. He’s already pawing with renewed vigor, scraping away at the rocks as they fall away and bounce against the floor of the den. Each clatter of stone on stone sends a stab of ice cold fear through Moonpaw’s heart. The cacophonous sound of rocks tumbling against each other as they filled the camp, shaking the ground and vibrating up through Moonpaw’s pelt as she was ripped from sleep, rushes back to her. She has to force down the bile that rises in her throat as the terror threatens to overwhelm her.

Soon, Fogpaw has cleared enough of the smaller rocks to squeeze his head and shoulders through, and he beckons Moonpaw with his tail. “Let’s go, let’s go– our clanmates– Moonpaw, hurry–”

Moonpaw scrambles up the rock after her brother, squeezing herself through the small opening after him. The sight that greets the two apprentices has Moonpaw’s blood freezing in her veins.

There’s not a single whisker-length of camp that isn’t covered in rubble. There’s barely any space left at the camp entrance, only a sliver between the arch of the cave wall above their heads and the boulders that crowd together beneath it that lets the light of the moon stream in.

“Locuststripe! Loudtalon!” Fogpaw yowls, leaping from boulder to boulder. The scent of blood is strong and sharp in Moonpaw’s nostrils. Grief constricts her throat. She can’t shout, can’t help, can’t move. “Pebblespore!”

“Stop–” Moonpaw chokes out, “Stop, Fogpaw– they’re– they’re gone. We have to– have to get out–”

Fogpaw is instantly at her side, his comforting scent wreathing around her as he curls his tail over her shoulders. “You’re right.” Even in the face of unspeakable horror, her brother remains strong. His voice is broken, and Moonpaw can tell he’s shaking from where he’s pressed up against her, but he stays strong for her. She draws strength from his and pulls herself up onto her paws. “We have to get out. We can’t– stay here. Not anymore. Let’s go, Moonpaw.”

His shoulders brush the ceiling of the cave as he squeezes his way out through the entrance, guiding Moonpaw with the touch of his tail against her back as they clamber over the uneven stones. They leap down from one of the boulders wedged into the entrance of their camp and turn to look at the devastation. Moonpaw wants to throw her head to the sky and wail, but her voice has disappeared. All she can do is stare in disbelief at the landslide of rocks and mud that has ruined her home.

“It’s all gone,” her voice cracks. “Our home, Fogpaw, it’s all gone.”

“It’s not,” he assures her. He presses his nose into her fur, voice muffled. “It’s not. We’re still here. You and me, Moonpaw. NimbusClan is still here.��

Moonpaw chokes back a sob and curls into her brother. They sit there for a while, in front of the remnants of their lost clan, underneath the gentle glow of Silverpelt. She feels shocked and filled to the brim with grief. There’s no room for anything other than despair within her.

“Come on,” Fogpaw nudges her eventually, coaxing her to her paws. Her legs feel stiff and cold from where they’ve been folded under her. “We can’t sit here forever. Why don’t we head to the border, see if our neighboring Clan will help us?”

With no other plan of action, Moonpaw nods. He’s right. They can’t stay here forever. She spares one last, longing glance at the mound of rubble that was once her home, and pushes down on her exhaustion and grief in order to follow behind Fogpaw.

[Next]

[roamingleaf]

"When Beauty Learned that Nightmares Existed"

Tw: R@pe, Gang, Medieval, Princess, Riot, Creampie, Degrading

Long Ago, there was a Kingdom that held the prettiest princess in all the lands. Her skin was as soft to the touch as a warm summer breeze. They say her eyes glowed the most radiant hazel any person had ever seen. While her body could only be described as an angel who had fallen from the heavens to bless mortals with their esteemed beauty. There were few who could deny that her radiance was something nature must have constructed carefully. Yet her father was a bitter old man who could not learn from his foolish follies.

However, this all boiled over at an unfaithful crossroad one day; That beauty wouldn't do her any favors as the poor started to take to the streets. With a sea of pitchfork and hells fire crashing into the gates of the castle the Princesses beauty would be the reason her fate was already sealed. Before the poor deer knew it, shouts, slurs, and uncertainty beckoned at her fairweather door. Frozen by the winter of fear the time for escape had long past for our posh princess.

Within seconds of those murmuring bosks falling silent her door swung open with the force of a thousand burning suns. Before the crackling torchlight of these rebellious hooligans stood our frightened unsuspecting host. It was true what they said. Her frightened, water logged eyes may have been dampened but they managed to illuminate the room more than any torch ever could. Dressed in an eerily glistening emerald gown that revealed much of that princesses curveous canvas, her brain started to feel the weight of a mighty fog settling in as the gaze of monsters fell upon her.

There would be no words as some of the men could no longer contain their excitement. A cackling chorus of pitchforks klanking against the cold floor could be heard as they rushed in. Each one of those dreaded demons decided to detain the doe where she stood. One gentleman -if you could even consider these rabid dogs- took her by her wrist pulling them both behind her with one smooth motion. As another fell to his knees, not for worship or aid, oh no it was too shamelessly press his lips against her exposed navel through that scanty attire.

Struggling was sadly not in this poor dolls nature. The king foolishly preached into her that if she was ever to be captured to do as they said, help would be on its way. Yet, unannounced to this slighted advice her guards had all but laid slaughtered. From the gates, up the stairs, and even throughout the hallway. There would be no help coming.

As if hoisting a partial bag of grain she was flung onto her mattress as more men started to flood into the room. There would be too many for the princess to keep track of as her instincts to hide started to kick in. She headed for the safety of her pastel blankets. Though, that would not save her. Those too were ripped from her protective clutches to be flung out the window into the chaos unfolding in the streets down below. Understand, that night, lost in the sea of anger, passion, and depravity our princess did not plan on becoming a slave to cock. Yet, her portrait-like beauty that could rival any of the ancient wonders of the world sealed her submission.

Despite those guarding monsters managing to get towards the princess chambers, it seemed as if none of them were ready to be the first to do as they had seemingly desired to. That all was until one towering, grizzled, monster stepped from the crowd. His bloodstained, blonde hair all but hid his eyes leaving only a freshly acquired slash spilling from his lips. With only a few steps that giant had found himself on the Princess bed.

What would the Princess do now face to face with a giant? Before any fragile words could be mustered from her, his wartorn hands found themselves tightly wrapped around her neck. This sudden shock sent the princess into a whirlwind of emotions. Such force. Such vigor. Never before had this little princess been treated with such disregard. That holding grasp would be used to pin her head against the makeshift wooden headboard of her bed while his lips hungrily descended upon hers.

A daring, brazen, demon had done the unthinkable. He sullied the princess with his lips. But, he would not stop there. Like a slithering snake that led eve astray his tongue snuck between her petite lips to invade much more than her room.

Cheers, Applause, drunken cohoots could be heard starting to echo from the onlooking gallery. Who would encourage the defiling of such an innocent flower? Only monsters who must have been sent from the depths of hell. As this fiery festival started to get underway another similar sized giant stepped up to seize the spoils of war for his very own.

This man was bald; His face was withered by battle to the point that his full faded eyes showed nothing behind them. The bald one grasped at the poor princess's wrist to pull them towards his already throbbing, hardened cock that pushed against his trousers.

What a horrible night to have a curse of beauty. Men from every corner of the kingdom had succumbed to the blissful cooing of this freshly blossoming rose. In what felt like an eternity the brute who had dragged himself on top of her breakable body finally pulled from her lips to take a breath.

Gasping, almost heaving from the sheer amount of shock that was placed upon her from having her very first kiss stolen by some man whose name she did not know. Disgust could not begin to describe what was going through her head as her hands took hold of a warm, pulsating pole through this break. The night was young, and the rioters looked to be fed either blood and bodies. Our princess would be no different.

Enough would be enough, the time would come for her glowing, shrine of a body to be given to the pillagers. The bald one who had used her hands like they were a toy quickly moved to her vacant mouth. He had grown weary of their time. Animalistic urges had captured his mind by now; all that could be shown off it would be the fluid, forceful, frustrated thrusts he delivered between her lips. Such raw emotion. His hips were moving as if he was possessed by outer worldly forces.

Teary gargling could be heard bouncing from ear to ear as the crowd all but quieted down in the wake of the princesses violation. It seemed the new show being presented was enough to bring an utter hush as more men started to make their way out of the crowd to join the stage. Though her throat started to find ruin--her pink, hidden, garden would be left to grow wetter, and wetter to the symphony of her own throat being forcefully mishaped. In front of everyone, her captured canvas was rested on to her stomach still with some strangers cock housed snugly between the folds of her throat.

Then, her ass was raised into the air for all to watch as the hermit-like warrior plunged his mighty manhood in between the lips of her unused, untouched, undefiled pussy. The final seal has been broken. Blood started to dribble just a bit to prove our princess was once as pure as the fresh white snow. Now that purity was reduced to nothing more than a whores weight in bronze.

Her moans became a witches brew to the men who gathered around her violation with their cocks out and in hand. That evening, her body would be used under the anarchy of a new flag. The sins of the father would be paid for with the body of the daughter. Man, after man, after man took their turns leaving every ounce of sticky seed they had inside her pussy, throat, and ass. Some called it retribution, others Rape. Whichever the case, that broken, cum glazed, puzzle was left on the bed by sunrise a former shell of itself.

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[navybrat817]

Down Again

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: Getting settled into your life with Ari is easier said than done. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Tagging (D)ubcon to be safe (please do not read if this upsets you!), (e)xplicit (s)exual (c)ontent, (u)nprotected (v)aginal (s)ex, (p)ossessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, (p)orn with feels (it's me,) soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Header by yours truly. A/N: Continuation of Wear Me Down. Our poll winner and @flordeamatista sensed it coming. I hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @galatially, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When Ari brought you to your new home, far away from your old place, you didn't go kicking and screaming the way you expected. You still weren't sure what he did for a living, but the way the few men around him averted their eyes in his presence stopped you from lashing out. If grown and capable men feared him, what would that spell for you if you tried to run? Who would help you anyway when they discovered you were trying to outrun your soulmate?

In some ways, you couldn't complain. The house was beautiful and spacious, plenty of room for you to be on your own while Ari worked. Anything and everything you could possibly want, you had. The moment you thought of something, he made sure it was there because he took the time to enter your mind and pay attention.

"But you still won't look through mine, will you, sweetheart?"

You wrapped the soft blanket tighter around you as you ignored Ari and stared out the bedroom window. The growing storm tempted you to open it and wash away your tears with the rain before you remembered the cries were inside your mind. You counted a few of the drops as they hit the glass and traced their paths with your finger, doing your best to ignore the pull to answer your soulmate. It was when you imagined his beard against your neck that you replied.

"What will I find if I look?" you asked.

It was strange to speak in your head, but it felt more natural than you expected. Whenever he spoke, it was like butterfly wings brushed against your temple. Soft kisses that said you weren't alone.

You'd never be alone again.

"Whatever you want."

But you didn't want to venture in the depths of his inner thoughts. He showed you enough of them as it was. Your bodies tangled together in your new warm bed. A ring on your finger. An intimate wedding where he made love to you right on the altar. Forever entwined and never apart.

You gasped when your legs opened on their own, beckoning for him to join you. "Stop," you whispered out loud, but it was as if you shouted.

"I'm not doing anything. That's all you."

Ari was right. He may have fed you the images, but you were the one who kept replaying them in your mind. He knew the kind of flowers you wanted on your wedding day, the sweet scent surrounding you as you closed your eyes and inhaled. His tux tailored to perfection, emphasizing his massive frame until you itched to see what was underneath.

He's breaking me, isn't he? No. I'm still me.

In a sense, some part of your old self was still intact. It was also buried deep down under the crumbled life you built for yourself. The job you used to have? Gone. He made sure of that once he claimed you.

And Luke.

Your heart lurched, but you didn't dwell on your ex. There was no point. Ari would likely knock the door down and fuck any thought of him away if you did. You were too tired for that today.

"I'm going to sleep, Ari. Do not join me. Just do whatever it is that you do."

He chuckled in your mind as you went to bed. Your recent fitful night of sleep ended with you waking up to the slow and deep thrust of Ari’s cock. He had worked you over first with his tongue before you were completely awake, the scratch of his beard leaving an invisible claim as his tongue lapped up every drop of you. Recovery time meant nothing to him as you whined, your thighs trembling as he sheathed you. The aura of red surrounding him almost seeped into your skin, another display of ownership. Would others see who you belonged to?

"I'm joining you whether we actually sleep or not."

You shivered at the implication. When you were younger, you didn’t understand or appreciate the value of sleep. You felt like you’d miss out on something if you didn’t stay awake, so you fought it as much as you could. As you grew older, you wished you hadn’t skipped out on the opportunity to rest. If only to hold onto the chance for lost dreams.

But how can I miss them if I never had them?

You dreamt of your soulmate now when you slept. The gorgeous and dangerous man who invaded and took over your life. The person who convinced you that you belonged to him. You felt in your core that he was right, as much as you didn't want to.

Because it wasn't my choice. I never had a choice.

"You know,” he gently began. “You could just ask me what I do. I'll tell you."

The connection between you and Ari was there by chemistry, but not your emotions. As much as he upheaved your life, he was at least trying to build something more. He didn't hurt you when you refused to comply with his whims. He attempted to talk through things with you and treat you well when he wasn’t bending you over the nearest surface.

You closed your eyes instead of offering an olive branch.

Maybe tomorrow.

The stubborn flame inside you dimmed more and more. Was a life with Ari really going to be so bad? He would take care of you, but it seemed like you were the only one who had to sacrifice something. How was that fair? Did he give anything up for you?

You weren't sure how many minutes passed when the bed dipped, but you didn't open your eyes. Ari would make it known if he wanted your attention. He did so by pulling the sheet from your naked body a heartbeat later, making you shiver as the cool air hit your skin. You could have put underwear on and at least give you that barrier, but why ruin another pair?

“You can try to sleep if you want to, sweetheart,” Ari said in a low and throaty voice as his body glided over yours, his bare chest brushing against yours. A whimper left your mouth a moment later as his lips moved over your fluttering pulse in your neck. “But I can't resist you like this.”

Pliant. Taking everything he gives me.

Insatiable would be a good word to describe Ari. Once he had a taste of you, he needed more. He didn't need to say it with his mind because he told you with his body. How did he have the stamina to take you over and over?

Is it the need for his soulmate that fuels his desire?

"Ari," you whimpered, wishing nothing more than to rest for just a little while.

"It's beautiful when you say my name," he said, using a knee to push your legs open. You resisted just enough that he had to put a bit of force into it. And you didn't need to look between your bodies to know he was hard and aching. "You should do it again."

Your eyes flew open when he began to push into your sensitive pussy, your walls still welcoming and wet despite the slight discomfort. Still a bit stretched from earlier made it easier for him to sink each inch in until he bottomed out. The groan he let out had you shuddering as he lifted his head to stare down at you. Was he an angel or a demon?

He's both.

You brought your hands up to his shoulders and rested them there, which made him pause. He was waiting to see what your next move would be. Would you dig your nails in and urge him to fuck you in deep strokes? Or would you attempt to push him away and keep fighting a losing battle?

“It’s all just… too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you couldn’t see the darkness in his blue eyes.

Shades of red moved behind your eyelids when he covered your mouth with his. It wasn’t long before you kissed him back, allowing him to invade your mouth the way he had with your cunt. Your senses. Every single part of you began and ended with him.

That was why it was too much.

“Too much? It’s not enough,” he whispered in your mind as he resumed his thrusts. "I'll never get enough of you. One day, you'll feel the same."

That's what I'm afraid of. That isn't love. Love takes time and care. This is obsession. I can't lose myself. I can't.

Because who are you now without him?

His hand, heavy and warm, gripped your hip as his lips curled into a smirk. You couldn't stop your pussy from squeezing around the length of him and it told him what he wanted to know. No matter how much your mind tried to fight him, your body welcomed him home.

“You’ll come around,” he promised as you pushed your hips back against his. “Sooner than you think.”

It was like he threw fuel on the fire, igniting the tiny flame. He was so sure of himself, so rooted in his convictions. What about yours? With more strength than you knew you had, you shifted your bodies until you straddled him. He didn’t look the least bit surprised as he lay beneath you, choosing to put his hands on your hips and rest them there.

He was waiting again to see what you’d do.

“You think I’ll come around just because you say so?” you asked, lifting your hips just to slam them back down. “Because my pussy loves your cock?”

“There she is. My stubborn little soulmate even though you know we belong to each other,” he moaned as you set your pace. "Go on, sweetheart. Take me the way you want to. That’s it.”

“Do you have to talk?” you asked through your teeth.

“Shut me up then,” he challenged, squeezing your hips for good measure. “Fuck me until all I do is grunt and moan your name.”

You rolled your hips, trying to remember if you ever felt so full before him. The way the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot, it was a wonder that you hadn’t gushed all over him. Yet. His light touch as he slid his hands to your breasts encouraged you to move faster and throw your head back, but he let you stay in as much control as you could. You’d take it as a small win.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had and it’s all mine. Like my cock’s all yours,” he said in your mind as he sat up and wrapped your arms around your back, crushing his chest to your as you lifted your head. He groaned against your lips as you rode him harder, losing yourself to pleasure you didn’t ask for, but craved. “Fucking take it. Make me come. Make me pump you full. I know you want it. I want it, too.”

You lost yourself to his words, pleasure pooling in your stomach as you reached up to yank on his long hair. The growl you were met with spurred you on, getting closer to the edge as you eagerly bounced in his lap. You hoped this impending orgasm wouldn’t leave you feeling empty after.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Your head fell back again with a sharp cry, spasming around him with your release. He gripped the back of your head when you tried to squeeze your eyes shut, your face still contorted in ecstasy as he thrust up to chase his own end. He wanted you to look at him as he emptied himself inside you. A twisted part of you wanted it, too.

"Mine."

A familiar warmth bloomed deep in your core moments later as he finished, the sound of Ari grunting your name reaching your ears. He surprised you by laying back, taking you down with him as he twitched inside you. Both of you panted as he held you and you didn’t have it in you to try and roll away.

Every time Ari took you was like a cut to your heart, slowly making you bleed out. With each whispered word he spoke though, the wound closed. You didn’t feel the same ache you normally did and that frightened you. Was your heart slowly becoming his by giving him your body willingly? No. You refused to let that be the case.

And you refused to shed a tear when he pulled you closer.

“You’ll say it back. And you’ll have my ring on your finger.”

Because it wasn't enough that he had all of you, he needed you to take his last name, too.

“Having my body is easy,” you said in his mind as your eyes slipped shut, your breathing still ragged. “My heart is a bit harder to get.”

“I’m a very determined man,” he promised, kissing the top of your head with a small nuzzle. “Besides, you aren’t going anywhere.”

You bit your lip to keep from snapping back in denial. "If you say so."

Maybe you would try to run, after all. If only to see how long it would take for him to catch you. Because if Ari Levinson truly wanted your love, he’d have to earn it. He owed you that much.

What do we think? Will you run? How long until Ari catches you if you do? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[remuslupinbutcooler]

Puppy Love…

Chapter 3

You now sat uncomfortably, waiting for Star. The Boys throwing pros and cons about waiting up for her and Michael.

David’s eyes became heavy and tired. He offered you a room , “just to relax in until she came back “. He’d also offered you a drink, “ just take a sip and relax Doll.”

You took it , thankfully. David’s fingers sat resting just below your chin, holding it almost. The surrounding area sat in silence, watching and waiting. The bottle soon hit your lips, pouring into your mouth and splashing down your throat.The metallic sweetness causing you to gasp slightly. It was cold and slightly refreshing.

“Atta girl.”

“Good girl”

“You’re doing so well baby”

“Just like that, don’t you feel better now?”

The room echoed with praise, this alone relaxed you . David’s hand soon held onto your face, his eyes meeting with yours. The presence of another one of the boys soon flooded your scenes. Dwayne’s hand soon tangled its self in your hair, his lips nuzzling against your throat. Usually if this happened you would’ve ran but not now, not with the boys . You were safe.

The fun soon ended when Star walked in. The atmosphere becoming tense and uncomfortable. Along with the headache that had randomly appeared.

“David .What did you do?” Worry bubbled at her throat, her arms soon pulling you into her. Her hands wailing about , checking for things .

“What do you think I did Star?” He laughed before walking away, The boys following . Each showing some sort of emotion before leaving .

“S-star…” Your senses flooded with all sorts of smells and sounds.

“Come on…” She guided you to a room.

The room stood at a slant, the left side longer than the right side. The opening to it stood in the middle .Almost like some sort of attic, you had to access it through stars . Which had become difficult for you right about now since your senses had heightened and you had suddenly forgot how to walk. The bed sat at the left side , cloth hung from the ceiling. Protecting the frame and mattress, almost like a canopy bed. A dark blue canopy bed. Your eyes darted straight towards . Star helped you get settled before leaving.

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Moonlight hit your face, practically causing you to sit up. Hunger poking at you, begging you to feed. It was new found hunger, the time of hunger were your body thinks it’s going to die without food.

You soon found your way to The group again. Star was shouting about something while David just laughed, then the room went silent. Each members eyes locking onto you.

“Look! Look at herDavid! Look-“ Star was cut off before she could even get her point across. Her little face dropping from angry to upset , fragile and almost sad.

“Save it Star. Nothing you can do.” David rolled his eyes before beckoning you towards him, your body commanded before your head could even register. “I’ll explain later ,hm?” He gaze now on you, his hand resting on the side of your face.

“How are you feeling? Are you hungry? Tired?” Markos face drown in worry, his teeth digging into his thumb causing small droplets of crimson to fall from it.

“I’m…I’m..I’m.um..” You couldn’t think at all right now, hunger clouding your mind and causing your thoughts to push out. “Hungry..” Your nose lifted itself into the air, sniffing out something sweet in the air.

“You will be Doll..” David’s hand soon threw itself into your hair , scratching your head slightly. “ How about we go out and I’ll explain everything hm?”

“No David. Explain to her now. Save her the trouble of crying in public.Don’t you dare humiliate her.” Dwayne’s voice seemed filled with anger, his eyes shadowed and dark, glaring at David. He seemed different from last night .

“Fine.”

“Thank fuck for that. I don’t wanna see my…I mean our…fuck I mean her..cry..” Paul stumbled over his words, probably too high to communicate.

“Sit. You’re gonna wanna sit . “ Marko jumped from his spot on the couch, his hands pushing you next to Paul, who’s hand was now resting on your back. He made small movements around your back, relaxing you slightly.

David rolled his eyes at the “dramatic “ and “frantic “ nature of his brothers.

“Party all night and sleep all day remember? “

You nodded slightly. Still unaware.

“You asked Star if we were vampires remember?” David laughed before turning away.

You mumbled a small yes before looking at the boys. Their eyes lay on the floor, avoiding you almost. Paul’s back rub stopped. Their limbs frozen.

You soon looked back up, your eyes locked with a golden eyed, fang flared, angry vampire type creature. It took a minute before you realised it was David staring back. His soft eyes now gold and angry, his usual smirk now replaced with an open mouth covered in razor sharp fangs pooling with drool. He shook his head before turning back to his softer form.

“You’re actually vampires.” You gasped before looking around, your eyes meeting with Stars.

“Y/N don’t-“

“Don’t what? Freak the fuck out ? Because IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HERE STAR.”

“David turned you. I know you’re already freaking out but-“

You turned to face David, the palm of your hand hitting his face. Gasps emerging from the cave, his eyes shone with gold before turning back to their usual Heterochromia.

“I deserve that Doll..” His hand grasped yours , pulling you closer. “But we deserve you and we don’t want you to leave.”

[martian-writes]

Trinkets Of Desire

Izuku stood outside the small school hut of the village, watching and counting as his students trickled into the hut. He pulls his shawl closer to his body as there's a soft chill in the air. It is the first sign that the summer was coming to an end, it also meant the annual mating run would start soon.

The village will be buzzing in preparation. Izuku was not looking forward to it.

When Izuku entered his classroom all the pups were loudly chattering, excitement buzzing in their barely there scents.

"What's got you all worked up?" Izuku asks as he looks around his class with a small smile.

One of his students raises her hand, "What's a mating run?"

"Oh I know! I know" another shouted so he nodded allowing them to answer, "Its when a soon to be mated couple chase each other into the woods!"

"No its when an alpha chases his soon to be mate into the woods" Another shouts

"My dam says omegas chase their mate" another says

The class turns to their teacher, "Well, which one of us is right, Sensei?"

Izuku smiles and decides to toss out his lesson about the changing seasons to discuss the mating run. He beckons the pups to sit on the rug with him and he waits till they are all sitting.

"Technically you all are" He says and then giggles when the children groan "The mating run is for anyone who wants to become with their special someone. Secondary genders do not matter really, but typically in other villages alphas will chase their chosens into the woods."

"Our village is different isn't it?" A pup with brown hair says "We have different rules"

Izuku smiles brightly and nods, "It's an omega's choice. They do the chasing."

The classroom fills with 'Oohs' and 'Ahhs'.

Every year Izuku's village has a mating run at the end of summer. Alphas give their chosen omega a scented, wearable trinket; a scarf, shirt, a blanket. The omega will wear said trinket to the mating run as a way to represent their chosen alpha and find them in the woods.

The mating run takes place during the last week of summer, prior to that the alphas get a three day head start to get into the woods, set up camp and wait till their chosen one either finds them and spend the week mating/bonding OR their chosen does not choose them and they leave the woods unmated and maybe a bit heartbroken.

They'd have to try again next year, you know, so long as they dont react badly to the rejection. It doesn't happen often but when it does, an alpha is banned from the mating run for the next year.

Some omegas received many trinkets from many different suitors, others received one from the alpha they've been courting. Mating runs are not JUST for courting couples or the unmated. It is also seen as a sport for already mated couples to grow closer, it's really sweet to see an older couple getting ready to do a mating run.

Keeps the magic alive you know.

Originally the mating run was just for natives /only/ but then people would come from all over to participate in the run. The village elders did not see a reason to stop participants as long as they followed the village customs. Plus it brought in trading with all new foot traffic the village thrives greatly this time of year.

"Um Sensei" a student shyly messes with the bottom of their shirt, "How do you know who to choose?"

"You feel it" Izuku says

"Feel it?" The pup echoes

Izuku hums and points to their chest where their heart is, "In here. You'll know the moment you give your chosen a trinket. Or receive one"

The pup beams and Izuku grins.

Truthfully Izuku wouldn't know. He is /never/ participated in a run before despite the many suitors he gets every year. It's really sweet when all these shy alphas come and leave him trinkets or hand them to him with blush high on their cheeks, stammering through a statement about how they hope he chooses them.

He always feels really bad when the end of the week comes and he is handing trinket after trinket back to the suitors. Technically he doesn't have to return them, they were given to him with the purpose of being woven into his nest hopefully. The trinkets are /his/ but Izuku never feels right keeping them.

'It gives them too much hope if I keep them' Izuku said once to a village elder when they asked why he spent so much time giving the trinkets back with an apology.

It'd be better for the alphas to give up on him, find someone who wanted to be mated. But some alphas no matter how many times they get rejected, they try /every year/.

Rejection makes them determined.

A student raises their hand but shouts their question out anyway, "Because our village is an omega choice, is that why old man Yagi never got mated?"

"Yes! Some omegas decide that they don't have an alpha or to be mated. And that's perfectly okay" Izuku informs.

"Are you /never/ going to get mated Sensei?" Another asks

Izuku's cheeks go up in flames from embarrassment, "I- well- you see-"

"I'M NEVER GONNA RUN FOR ALPHAS" A student jumps and yells "THEY'RE GROSS"

This starts an up roar of yelling and for once Izuku is grateful for. Izuku wouldn't know how to explain himself.

The village thinks Izuku is going to be like Toshinori Yagi, the oldest unmated omega in the village. He is a little inclined to agree, he doesn't have an interest in having an alpha and being mated. He prefers teaching the youth, being there for his village and people.

Izuku is /happy/ with his little life.

The day drags on and the pups learn about their village's mating run and customs. Some students can't wait for their turn to run and others are determined to not participate /ever/.

Izuku giggles as he claps his hands to gather the children's attention, "Okay pups! Time to head home!"

"Okay Sensei!" The class says in unison.

Izuku walks toward the hut door to find an alpha standing there. Izuku recognizes him, he helped the alpha's older sister give birth to her first pup during the winter.

"F-for y-ou" the alpha stammers thrusting a neatly wrapped rabbit pelt into Izuku's hands. Blush high on his cheeks "I hope you chose me"

Izuku grasps the pelt and says, "You know you'll be getting this back as soon as the run ends, right?"

The alpha looks at him in the eyes, "Maybe this year you run."

Izuku knows what the alpha means, what he hopes for.

'Maybe this year you run for me'.

Izuku wont. He /knows/ he won't but that doesnt matter to the alpha.

The alpha holds hope.

Izuku's students squeal with excitement having witnessed the interaction. The green haired omega simply shakes his head at his class before sending them on their merry little way.

And so it begins. Another season of the mating run.

- - - -

Hizashi, a village elder watches with a grin as an alpha gives Izuku the first trinket of the mating run season.

He taps his mate Shouta, "Sho look!"

The alpha who was resting with his head in his omega's lap, cracks an eye open to watch the interaction, "Already? Its just got a little cold today"

Hizashi snorts, "It's never too early"

Shouta turns over burying his face in his mate's stomach, "Tell Toshinori to get the good wine ready"

- - - -

× × ×

"I swear this is the right place" Denki says, staring at his map, he twists it to one side then the other. He even squints, "it's supposed to be-"

"DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE ENCHANTED FOREST TO YOU?" Katsuki shouts pointing toward the heavily decorated entrance of a small village

"Well no b-but" Denki pauses tilts his head as he stares at his map "Oh man Bakubro you'll never believe this"

Katsuki squints and Denki turns the map right side up.

"I had the map upside down!" The blonde omega turns the map around to show his pack leader with nervous laughter.

Katsuki roars only in the way an annoyed alpha can. Denki yelps like a scared dog and dashes behind the only other alpha in their small little pack.

"MINA SAVE ME" He yells

Mina pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath. They've been traveling for ages looking for this enchanted forest that holds this enchanted sword or whatever the hell thing their leader is looking for. He swears this is what he needs for his 'wandering journey'.

See in their tribe when a pup hits a certain age, they go on a wandering journey. To, you know, find themselves, find what guides them, what drives them. You know, have an epiphany of sorts.

Mina thinks it's more metaphorical than literal.

"Why don't we calm down, yeah?" Hanta says pushing out his muted chamomile scent. As a beta he scent isn't strong but it does the trick to weave the tension out of his pack members. "Look let's go into village, find a travelers tavern, bunker down for the night and figure out our next steps in the morning"

Eijirou, the other omega in the pack, slaps a hand on Katsuki's shoulder, "Yeah come on! Im /starving/"

Katsuki doesn't say anything, well not anything audible. He grumbles and shoves Eijirou's hand off his shoulder but leads his pack into the small village. They follow behind him eagerly and quickly, best not to piss off their already irritated alpha.

The village is bustling with noise, people carrying flowers, baskets and all sorts of decorations. It takes the pack 20 minutes to gain someone's attention to ask about a tavern and another 10 to gain the barkeep's attention to ask for a room to stay in.

"One room?" The barkeep says eyeing the pack of 5 "You sure? The rooms are a little small. We can give you two so you guys can stretch out a little"

"One room" Katsuki says with finality in his voice.

They are in a new, unfamiliar place, it's best they stick together.

Mina drapes herself over Katsuki and pinches his cheek, "One room works great! Our pack leader likes us to be close"

Katsuki snarls but doesn't bother shoving her off or denying the claim. So what if he does? What kind of leader would he be if he let something happen to his pack?

The barkeep laughs and nods, "that's a good pack leader"

"The best!" His pack says in unison.

He does not preen nor blush over the praise.

That's stupid.

The barkeep sets the pack up in their biggest room. Which isn't much bigger than the rest but they have enough space that they aren't stepping on each other. After settling in they head back down into the tavern for a quick meal and some information fishing.

"I wonder what's got this village so excited," Denki says watching as two omegas giggle amongst themselves.

"Isn't it a little too early for an autumn festival?" Eijirou questions sliding into his seat next to his mate- Mina, at the table.

Katsuki shrugs, "Different places gots different customs and culture"

Still the buzz of the village peaks the pack's curiosity.

- - - -

Today's the day!

The sun is shining!

The mating run season is upon the village and Hitoshi has purchased his trinket for his chosen.

It is a simple shawl, black lace with hand embroidered flowers that grow naturally around their village. It is neatly folded, thoroughly scented and neatly topped with a purple ribbon.

He is sure his chosen will love it.

"Good luck," the shopkeep says with a soft smile as Hitoshi leaves. 

"Thank you!" Hitoshi replies before leaving.

The lavender haired alpha quickly makes his way through the village toward the school hut. It's a little early in the morning and the village pups are most likely on their way to the school.

But the earlier the better. Hitoshi wants to be the first to give Izuku a trinket today.

"Young Hitoshi!" Someone calls out to him.

He turns to find old man Yagi looking at him with a smile.

Hitoshi bows his head as one does to the village elders, "Good morning Yagi”

Yagi points to his trinket, "For Izuku?"

Hitoshi feels the blush rise high on his cheeks. He is a little embarrassed that everyone knows who he is going to give his trinket to. But he guesses when you gift to the same person for several years, it is not hard to put two and two together.

"I have a /good feeling/ about this year," Hitoshi says with a smile.

Yagi laughs happily, "Well then good luck to you my boy"

Then Hitoshi is on his merry little way. He is just a few feet away from the school hut, he can see Izuku's green curls bouncing as he speaks to the pups that enter when Hitoshi is /smacked/ with the scent of apple maple.

His head turns to follow the scent, his eyes finding a blonde haired omega with a smile like the sun and a laugh like bells.

Suddenly the trinket in his hand feels /wrong/.

He needs to do /better/.

- - - -

The barkeep wipes down the counter as he converses with the small pack of five.

"Does the mating run bring you lot here?" The barkeep asks, eyeing the fact that there are three unmated members in this pack.

"The mating run?" Mina echoes

"Is that what has the village so lively?" Denki questions

The barkeep nods, "it's a special time for our village"

"Aww a mating run" Mina cooes wrapping her arms around Eijirou "I want /us/ to do mating run"

Eijirou laughs leaning into his alpha's touch, "Why? We are already mated"

Mina rubs her cheeks against his, "Oh but I want to chase you into the woods. Follow your scent wherever you lead me /my love/"

"Even if I lead you to the ends of the earth?" Eijirou questions turning his face so their noses brush

"Even then".

Katsuki rolls his eyes at the display.

Gross those two are. Cute but gross, no shame at all to make such declarations in public.

"Sorry little alpha" The bar keep says, "its omega's choice"

This peaks Katsuki's interest but he does not show it. Most villages alpha's do the chasing so this is /new/ for him and his pack.

"Omega's choice?" Hanta questions

"Alphas gotta give their chosen omegas scented trinkets so if the omega choses them. They follow the scent into the woods" The bar keep says leaning on the counter, "alphas gotta go three days ahead, find camp and hope their chosen chooses them"

Mina squeals, "Oh I love this /even more/! Can already mated pairs do the run as well?"

"Sure can!" The barkeep replies "as long as you follow our customs. Most mated pairs in the village use this time to grow closer, keep their love alive, you know"

Mina then sets her sights upon her pack leader. And without looking at her Katsuki shakes his head.

"No" he states with no room for argument but it's Mina, she will /make/ room.

"Please please" She begs

"No"

"Oh pleaseee" She clasps her hands together

"Yer already mated pinky!"

"But mated pairs can still join!" She cries "Please Katsuki! Let's stay until after the run! Eijirou help me!"

Oh great. Here we go.

"Please please" The mated pair echoes together. On their knees, hands clasped in prayer motions.

Katsuki stares down at them, "No. We have places to be" 

"The enchanted forest might not even be /real/" Eijirou says which earns him a glare "Plus it would take us weeks to travel, since Denki read the map wrong"

"Hey!" Denki whines

"We've never did proper courting" Eijirou says "We didn't get /our/ mating ritual"

Which is true they did not. They didn't have /time/ for proper courting and a mating ritual, they all came of age around the same time and had to leave their tribe for their wandering journeys.

Separately. For the first time in all their lives their little pack was going to be without each other.

They agreed to meet up during the winter up north to see how far anyone had gotten in their journeys. Hanta had found himself learning different languages across the land, Denki had learned to become a healer with natural herbs and things of the land. Mina found herself training under a great warrior and learned to wield /any/ weapon.

That winter Eijirou had taken too long to meet up with them. A bad storm had set in and Mina had grown anxious waiting for him, so she went to look for him. Found him half buried in the snow and /freezing/.

She thought- they all thought he was going to die.

When Eijirou came too, she waited no time to ask to become mates.

So no they didn't properly court or have a mating ritual.

"Please! Ill-" Mina hugs her omega to her side We'll never ask for anything /ever again/."

Katsuki crosses his arms, "You ask for me shit all the time!"

"No but this time I'm /serious/! I wont ask!" Mina pleads.

Katsuki stares down at his pack mates, the word no on the tip of his tongue. They all completed their journeys, but Katsuki is /still/ wandering.

He is still /searching./

Hanta wraps his arms around his pack leader, "Come on pack leader! Who knows! Maybe you'll find something you are searching for"

Maybe the whole time, the thing he is searching for, is being the best pack leader he can be.

Katsuki side-eyes him. Eijirou's words of how the enchanted forest might not even be real ring loudly in his head.

Maybe this is where his journey leads him.

Katsuki sighs, "Fine. We'll stay till after the run"

The pack cheers and the barkeep laughs as they pull their leader into a tight embrace. While the pack learns of the rules and customs of this village about the mating run, Katsuki exits the tavern for some much needed air.

Katsuki watches the villagers bustle about, pups running and playing. As he takes a deep breath the scent of fresh pine dances under his nose, Katsuki lifts his head and opens his mouth slightly to huff in the air.

Scenting it. Something /deep inside/ of him stirrs.

- - - -

"Sensei" A pup giggles behind her hand "there is a shy alpha following you"

Izuku does not fully look over his shoulder, just tilts his head slightly. It's enough for him to catch the light blonde spikes hiding behind a hut.

It's that traveler alpha, word around the village is that his small pack is staying in the village for the mating run so that the mated pair in his pack can have their own mating ritual.

It's sweet, noble even of a pack leader to do such a thing.

But he has been trailing behind Izuku for a few days now. He thinks Izuku hasn't noticed but he isn't that /very good/ at being stealthy. It makes Izuku laugh a little, despite him wishing that alpha would leave him alone.

"I see," Izuku says to the pup, "Silly alpha huh?"

The pup nods and leans closer like she is telling a Izuku a secret and giggles, "He is very handsome"

Izuku just smiles and ruffles the pup's hair before sending her on her way home. Izuku then locks up the school hut and makes his way toward the market, mentally making a list of things he needs.

He is picking through spices when one of Hitoshi- an alpha Izuku has known for a long time, mothers calls his name.

It is his dam.

"Izuku, Izuku" The dark haired woman calls "Hitoshi is hurt"

"Hurt?" He echoes looking toward her.

She nods and frantically points to where Hitoshi sits on the floor, grasping his knee with his sire standing over him. Without any more questions Izuku follows the omega toward her son.

"Just put dirt in it! You'll be fine!" Hitoshi's sire says

"Please" Hitoshi says, eyes darting to and fro, high blush on his cheeks, "leave. You are embarrassing /me/"

"You are the one yelling about needing a healer" His sire replies waving her hand about before leaning closer to inspect her pup, "Tis is but a scratch"

Izuku crouches, "what seems to be the problem?"

"I-zuku" Hitoshi stammers, whipping his head around so fast, Izuku leans back to avoid getting slapped by the alpha's single beaded braid.

Hitoshi's sire and dam subtly bump fist as if what they were attempting has succeeded.

Izuku curiously eyes Hitoshi and watches as the alpha squirms. His lilac eyes never meet Izuku's green ones but his gaze forever falls in one place. On one thing, one person, one omega.

Izuku follows that gaze to find the electric blonde from the traveling pack,- Kaminari if Izuku remembers correctly. He helped one of the pups when they had scraped their knee climbing trees.

He is a healer, a skilled one.

Kaminari's eyes flick toward the scene while keeping the conversation with one of villager's going. It doesn't take long for Izuku to piece together what is happening, Hitoshi's sire and dam have read the situation wrong but Izuku has not.

Izuku stands dusting himself off before approaching Kaminari.

"Hi- excuse me" Izuku says smiling softly

Kaminari looks at Izuku and returns the smile, "Hello! Midoriya right?"

Izuku nods, "I know you are offly busy right now but my friend-" he points to Hitoshi who quickly turns his head away as his cheeks become redder "Has injured himself, the village healer is a long walks away from the market. I was wondering if you could help him as you did for one of my students"

Kaminari looks at Hitoshi, his nose flaring in obvious scenting before looking back at Izuku. "I would love to help!"

"That's great! Come with me!" Izuku replies, smiling big.

The two omegas walk back to Hitoshi, who flushes when the blonde omega squats to get a better look at him. Izuku giggles to himself as he watches the alpha stumble over his words. Then he takes his leave to finish his shopping.

He hopes Hitoshi gives the omega a trinket.

They are cute together.

- - - -

× × ×

Katsuki would hate to admit it outloud, /especially/ to Hanta of all people. But he thinks he found what he has been /searching/ for in this village.

He remembers when he left his tribe for his journey. Katsuki had asked his sire what he was looking for when he left.

"Youll know" His dam replied as she ruffled his hair.

"How" he questioned

His sire and dam smiled at him and his sire said, "You'll feel it. In your heart".

So correction, he /does not/ think he found what he has been looking for.

He /knows/ he found it.

Katsuki knows because his inner alpha howls in excitement when he smells that fresh pine scent. The way his heart picks up speed when he sees those green curls.

Katsuki knows because whenever he imagines the future now, he isn't unsure of where he'll be.

Katsuki /wants/ to be by his side.

The omega doesnt even know Katsuki exists.

Katsuki bites back a whine as he watches the omega receive /another/ trinket from another alpha.

It's the fifth one today. Katsuki can't even count the many he has received in the many days before.

Katsuki's inner alpha whines and claws to escape, to offer himself to the omega.

"What are you doing?" Mina questions from behind Katsuki who definitely doesn't jump ten feet in the air.

"Nothing!" Katsuki says, eyes narrowing at her, "What are /you/ doing?"

Mina adjusts the pack on her back and nods her head toward the woods, "Gotta set up camp. The mating run starts tomorrow"

Katsuki is only half listening, eyes still trained on the green haired omega.

"How does one enter the run" Katsuki questions, not looking at Mina.

Katsuki has never wanted a mate but then again Katsuki has never met someone who is so devoted to their people. Someone smelled of /home/ and who seemed to breathe life into everyone around them.

He breathed life into Katsuki and he doesn't even know the omega's /name/.

Katsuki has never wanted a mate more than he does right now.

Mina tilts her head, watching the forlonging look on her pack leader's face, not yet seeing /who/ the look was directed at. "Well you give your chosen, a scented trinket. Then you head into the woods, set camp and hope that your chosen finds you."

Katsuki doesn't respond, watching as the object of his affections laughs at something a pup is saying to him. The wind carries the sound to his ears, making his inner alpha pur at the sound.

"If i were you" Mina says softly, "I wouldn't waste my time. Izuku does not enter runs, all the alphas that have given him trinkets are going to be rejected in the end."

Izuku.

A beautiful name. For a beautiful omega.

"It's what the villagers say. But" Mina starts and leans closer to her leader "Maybe he is waiting for the right alpha"

Finally Katsuki looks at his pack mate, she smiles softly at him, knowingly at him.

"There's a trinket shop in the village. Half price for unmated alphas" She says adjust her pack once before starting to walk away. "Today is the last day to give an omega a trinket. So you best get going now, if you are gonna"

Then Mina is gone as fast as she came, her words echoing in Katsuki's head.

The /right/ alpha. Maybe Katsuki is the right alpha.

- - - -

Izuku is helping the elders set up the village square for the mating run, adding the last flowers to the pillars. When something /heavy/ is suddenly dropped on his shoulders, making him hunch slightly.

When Izuku turns his head his nose gets buried into the fur lining. Izuku's eyes flutter close when the scent of burning cedarwood, sweet yet smokey. It fills his senses and makes his inner omega pur.

He has /never/ smelled an alpha like this.

Izuku's eyes open and he watches at the traveler alpha's back as he heads into the woods with red ears and pack slung over one shoulder. He doesnt turn around to look at Izuku, he doesn't /even/ say a word.

Izuku pulls the cape off his shoulders and clutches it to his chest. He stands there staring even long after the alpha is gone. Those around Izuku whisper but he can't hear them over the thunderous beat that is his heart.

He has never participated in the runs before but why does he have the urge now?

- - - -

Denki ran his fingers over the woven bracelet an alpha had given him, making the cinnamon scent waft around him as he headed to the village square. He found so much comfort in the scent, and he /really/ liked the alpha who had given it to him.

Today is the second day of the mating run. Most omegas already headed out into the woods yesterday. But Denki wasn't sure if this trinket was a joke or not, alphas don't tend to /really like/ him.

He has too much spunk, he is too smart and outspoken for them.

"You are pretty to look at" An alpha had told him once "But you have too much... /personality/ if you know what i mean"

No. Denki didn't know what she meant. Was he a little loud? Energetic sure but Denki didn't think that meant he had 'too much personality'. Katsuki and Mina almost tore that alpha to pieces for hurting his feelings.

Some alphas wanted an omega who was soft spoken, fun to look at and who are submissive. Denki /isnt/ any of those things, so when that purple haired alpha with the pretty tired eyes had given him the bracelet. He thought it was a /joke/ but Hanta pointed out it was hand-made if it was a joke no alpha would go through the effort.

Denki figured Hanta was right or at least Denki was /really/ hoping he was.

When Denki reaches the square he notices two things:

1) The square of the village was decorated beautifully, fire torches lit it up with gentle flames, flowers and vines decorated the pillars. Happy scents of omegas and the villagers filled the area.

2) Midoriya.

The green haired omega paced back and forth in the square, he held Katsuki's cape tightly.

"Pack leader" Denki whispers to himself with a smile as he watches "You sly dog".

Midoriya paces forward like he is going to go into the woods. Denki wills him too, he has never seen his pack leader so smitten with someone. He has only interacted with Midoriya a handful of times but he feels like he and Katsuki would make a great pair.

Then the omega turns around and quickly leaves the square, Denki pouts for a moment before heading into the woods himself. There are many scents muddled and mixed in the woods, Denki scrunches his nose and turns his head because of how overwhelmed he is getting.

As he walks into the woods, he notes that some alphas have set up camp not that deep into the woods. Which would be /absolutely/ insulting (because not setting up camp deep in the woods meant you didn't trust your chosen to find you) if it weren't for the fact that they are /older alphas/, they smile and nod at Denki as he passes by.

One alpha already has his omega sitting beside him as he cooks fish.

"It feels like our first run" the older omega says scenting their alpha.

Denki smiles, he hopes to grow old like that with /his/ alpha. But first he has to find him, Denki's inner omega urging him to be quick.

/Hitoshi Hitoshi Hitoshi/

It chants.

Denki brings his wrist to his nose and takes a deep sniff, then he turns his nose to the air.

Passion fruit mixed with chili pepper - No that's Mina and Eijirou

Burned cedarwood- Katsuki.

Denki picks up a million other scents as he walks before the cinnamon scent curls under his noses and leads him to the left. He walks by a tree stump and the scent is a little /stronger/ but not overpowering.

"This way" He says to himself, "He is this way"

The faint scent is like breadcrumbs. Soft enough that if you /aren't/ scenting for  that specific smell you'll miss it.

Denki loses Hitoshi's scent in the midst of another scent, /really strong/ scent. It makes Denki cough as he pushes a branch out his way. An angry omega pushes past him, grumbling to herself.

"How dare she" She mutters "Heavily scenting as if i wouldnt be able to /find her/"

Denki winces as she stomps away. That /is/ also considered insulting, heavily scenting the area. The subtle scenting is fine, a small guide for your chosen but heavy scenting is to say you don't find your chosen strong enough, good enough to find you on scent alone.

Denki feels bad for the omega and the alpha. He hopes they can work it out for next year.

It's nightfall  when Denki reaches the area where Hitoshi's scent is strongest. He can smell the crackling of a fire along with Hitoshi's scent, feeling way too excited to walk.

He runs.

Happy chirps escaping his mouth as he does so. His inner omega purring happily as Hitoshi's scent becomes stronger. Denki can just hear the crackling campfire before he slides into a small clearing, running right into the alpha's back.

The alpha stumbles before turning around with a slight growl that dies when his eyes land on Denki.

"You came," Hitoshi whispers in awe, cheeks turning pink.

Denki holds up his wrist to show off the bracelet and breathlessly replies, "You asked me to"

"Yeah but you /chose/ me"

"Who else would I choose?"

- - - -

Katsuki looks around his campsite and chuffs proudly when he has determined that it is /perfect/ for his chosen. Unlike a lot of the alphas in these woods, Katsuki didn't make his camp a big 'I AM HERE' sign, did not alter or change what is around either.

His campsite blends in perfectly with the landscape around him.

It's something Katsuki believes Izuku will greatly appreciate. They have everything they could need in this small corner of the woods.

Now it is just the matter of /waiting/.

Katsuki would /love/ to pretend he isn't worried but he is.

And as the days go on and Izuku is a no show. Katsuki begins to wonder if he was too bold, wonder if he had made the right decision.

Slowly Katsuki tries to accept, he /was not/ chosen.

- - - -

It's the second to last day of the run, tomorrow at nightfall all the couples and the unmated alphas will leave the woods signaling the end of the season. There will be a feast, music and everyone will celebrate the end of the summer season.

Izuku clutches the cape in his hands and paces in the square /again/. He has done this everyday since the alpha dropped it on to his shoulders. His inner omega urges him to follow, to find the alpha but he, /himself/ struggles with this desire.

Izuku is /happy/ with his life. He loves helping his village, teaching the pups. He doesn't feel as though he is lacking in life, that something is missing. He doesn't wish for a life of adventure or that he was meant for more.

Izuku in his heart of hearts he knows that the life he leads is a /good one/, a fulfilled one. He doesn't feel like he /needs/ a mate and yet...

Izuku thinks he might /want/ one. 

Izuku whines pitifully before turning and leaving the square. He can't go into the woods because he /thinks/ he wants a mate, that alpha at least deserves a solid answer. He deserves an omega who is /sure/ they want to be with him and mated.

Old man Yagi watches Izuku leave the square, shoulders hunched and a pained look on his face. He knows the young omega is /struggling/, every year Izuku rejects the alphas with ease. Only ever setting foot in the square the final day to wait for the alphas to return their trinkets

But this year, /something/ had happened because everyday Izuku was in the square with a red cape in his grasp and he paced. Somedays Yagi thought he was going to go into the woods and then others he thought Izuku wasn't.

This year Izuku was battling between what he /wanted/ versus what he /already has/.

Good life. That could be greater if he just /listened/.

"Yagi drink up!" Hizashi yells sliding a cup to him "Izuku is 100% gonna reject all the alphas"

Yagi's hand curls around the cup but his eyes follow Izuku. Yagi abandons the cup and chases after Izuku, despite the game he and the other elders created.

They all wanted to see Izuku happy. So seeing him so distressed and torn was heartbreaking.

"Young Izuku" Yagi calls making Izuku turn around

"Yagi" Izuku says "How can I help you today?"

Yagi gives him a small smile, "Are you okay?"

Izuku forces a smile, "Im fine"

Yagi doesn't believe him, Izuku can tell in the way the older omega's eyes soften.

"Can I give you some advice? Omega to omega?" Yagi questions

"Of course"

"Whatever you desire. It can only add to whatever you feel on the /inside/. It can't give you something you don't /already have/" Yagi places a gentle hand on Izuku's shoulder, "Let your heart guide you."

Izuku stares at the older omega, slightly stunned. "R-right. Thankyou Yagi"

"Of course my boy" He replies, "just want to see you happy"

Later that night Izuku tosses and turns in his nest. Sleep evaded him, so he figured sleeping in his nest would bring comfort, ease his inner omega enough that he could sleep.

But it proved to be futile.

The scent of burning cedarwood calls to him. The red cape is in whole another room in Izuku's hut, his bedroom door is /closed/ and the scent still reaches him. Old man Yagi's words play in his head on a loop. His inner omega begging for Izuku to /just listen/.

Izuku is happy with his life. But the longer he thinks about Yagi's words and what /he/ feels.

Izuku realizes his desire will only /add/ to his already happy life.

And there is nothing wrong with being /extra happy/.

With that in mind Izuku packs a small bag, grabs the cape wrapping it around his shoulders and heads into the woods.

The moon is at its highest when Izuku leaves his hut. It's late and no one is in the square, the torches light the area in case someone either returned early or decides /last minute/ to enter the run.

The woods are a mix of many scents but mainly the scent of mating. It is so /strong/ that it could make a village priest blush. Izuku is sure his cheeks are bright red and he has to turn his nose into the fur collar of the cape to block it out. So late in the run, it's going to be difficult to track /his/ alpha.

But /not/ impossible.

Izuku walks further into the woods, using the scents around to avoid stumbling on to a mating couple. That would be bad for many reasons but mainly how territorial a mating couple could be even if this isn't their nest/den. 

Izuku stops walking when the faint scent of the alpha's wraps around his nose and leads him to the right. In the distance he can see a campfire burning so he heads that way, but as he gets closer he realizes the scent is /all wrong/.

The alpha stands up, excited and breathes "Izuku"

It's the alpha that had given Izuku the very first trinket of the season. Not that the green haired omega is /actually/ paying attention to him.

"Wrong" Izuku mutters absent-mindedly as he sniffs the air.

The alpha makes a face and right before he can even approach, Izuku catches the cedarwood scent again and takes off in a sprint. It's /stronger/ which means he is getting closer, he has no idea the way he has broken the other alpha's heart.

The scent leads Izuku /extremely/ deep into the woods which makes Izuku swell with excitement like he is on the tip of something /new/. Izuku giggles to himself when the scent is thickest and strongest in a cave.

"Silly alpha" Izuku huffs with a smile.

The heavy scenting by the cave says two things to Izuku.

1) that he is definitely close to where the alpha has set up camp.

2) The alpha has a sense of humor. By heavily scenting the cave, he was hoping to trip Izuku up as if Izuku would fall for that.

He /knows/ the alpha isn't in there.

A little further from the cave the land dips and if you haven't been in these woods before because of the amount of foliage you'd slip and fall and maybe break something. Izuku crouches, letting one hand slow his descent by dragging in the dirt as he slides down and into the surrounding area.

Izuku makes note of the river that flows off to his left and of all the willow trees. It makes this part of the woods look like something out of fairytales. Like something out the stories old man Yagi used to tell when Izuku was a pup. Its almost daybreak which means Izuku doesnt have much time to linger and take in this beauty.

But he /loves/ the area his alpha has chosen for their run.

The shadows of the night slowly recede as the sun slowly kisses the horizon. It's taken Izuku all night to find /his alpha/ but he finally did it. The alpha's scent is the thickest by two willow trees that lean toward each other, creating almost an arch-way, their leaves draping down nearly like curtains.

Izuku pushes the leaves out the way, stepping into a campsite that if it wasn't  for the last embers of a fire burning and an empty meat drying rack that has been built, you wouldn't even know someone was camping here. Everything in this area is untouched, it's obvious the alpha did his best to leave nature as is.

It warms Izuku's heart to know that alpha trusted him enough to find on scent alone. That the alpha believed that Izuku could, that he didn't need excessive scenting or a campsite that screamed 'Here' for him to find it.

Feeling giddy and ready to start on this  journey of newfound happiness, he searches for the blonde alpha. But the alpha isn't here and Izuku's inner omega whines.

"He is not here?" He wonders outloud, "Did he leave already?"

Izuku sits on a log by the dying fire, doubts filling his head.

He was foolish.

Foolish to follow his omega, to follow his heart, his desire. Adding to his happiness? What a ridiculous idea. This is just what he gets for waiting for so long to make a choice, of course the alpha-

Twigs snap and the sound of fish dropping /hard/ against the ground cause Izuku to whip his head around so quickly he almost falls off the log. There just a short distances away is /the alpha/ that has turned Izuku's whole world upside down simply because he wordless asked;

'Will you join the run for me?'

The alpha stays frozen, like he is too scared to move. Like if he /does/ move Izuku will disappear or get spooked. The omega takes this moment to really /look/ at the alpha.

He is tall and shirtless which shows off his toned muscles and scars that have stories to tell. Izuku wants to run his fingers over them and hear them all, around the alpha's neck is a necklace crafted from teeth and colorful beads. They look tribal and it makes questions dance along Izuku's lips. The alpha's hair catches the morning light and shimmers with it and his red eyes that look as though they were born from fire scan over Izuku.

Their scents fill the area, mixing and blending together creating /something new/. Izuku's eyes flutter close for a moment, taking in the smell that makes his inner omega purr.

/Home/

It says.

The word shakes Izuku to his core but not in fear- in a way that is /right/. There is no other way to describe it, when Izuku opens his eyes they lock on to red. His desire sings in his chest, old man Yagi's words ring in his head, 

'It can only add to what you feel on the inside.'

"I believe this is yours" Izuku says, his voice softly dancing across the open area. Breaking whatever trance they were in, whatever trance the alpha was in because he shakes his head slightly.

"What?" He rasps, his voice cracking then he clears his throat. "What's mine?"

Izuku takes a small step forward, gripping the edges of the cape to keep himself grounded. Then shyly Izuku tilts his head, baring his unmarked scent gland to the alpha, "Me".

- - - -

× × ×

Two years after the mating run

"Kacchan" Izuku calls softly as they make their way out of the small forest. They are just on the outskirts of Katsuki's tribe settlement, Izuku is both excited and nervous it's the first time he'll be meeting Katsuki's parents and tribe.

When the mating run had ended it shocked the village when Izuku had been the /last/ to leave the woods, they hadn't even known he went in. The celebration was in full swing when he exited with a fresh mating bite and proud alpha behind him.

The only one not so shocked was old man Yagi, he simply raised his cup of wine to him and winked.

Katsuki had chosen to stay in the village with Izuku, building a life together there. Izuku had thought that after the alpha would have wanted to leave, travel and go on adventure.

'You are my greatest adventure' the alpha had said.

When Izuku asked Katsuki if he wanted to go back to his tribe, the alpha simply said 'not yet'. He wanted Izuku all to himself, they were supposed to go visit in the spring that first year in time for Katsuki's tribe spring festival but Izuku had gotten pregnant with their first pup. 

Now their first pup is almost three years old  and Izuku is pregnant with their second. The omega thought it is a good time as any to visit before he would be too heavily pregnant to travel and before they ended up with an entire litter without Katsuki's parents knowing they were grandparents.

"Hm?" Katsuki hums, adjusting their pup on his shoulders.

The pup- Amaya is what they named her. Is a mix of her parents as far looks go, green curls with streaks of blonde. Wide, round red eyes and freckles beginning to dust her cheeks. Personality wise? She was /all/ Katsuki, they think she'll be an alpha like her sire too.

She has a nasty grip on Katsuki's hair and the alpha was doing his best not to wince, yelp or whine when the pup tugged on the blonde locks in excitement whenever she saw something she thought was cool.

"What if they dont like me?" Izuku says with a pout, his hand slowly coming to rub this small baby bump.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, Izuku has been concerned this /whole/ trip about that. Katsuki doesnt think that there is a single person that could come across Izuku and /not/ like him.

Even /animals/ like Izuku.

"Tch, they like you /more/ than they like me" Katsuki "I promise"

Izuku giggles a little, "That's impossible Kacchan. Everyone /loves/ you, you're amazing"

Katsuki looks over his shoulder at his mate, trying to hide the way praise from him makes Katsuki feel. "Only /you/ think that."

They walk in silence a bit more, aside from the occasional babble from Amaya when she spots a bird flying overhead. Katsuki looks at Izuku and can still see the worry on his mate's face, and can smell it in his scent. Katsuki knows Izuku's overthinking this, he also knows this worries Izuku so much because of hormones.

So the alpha stops, turns and faces Izuku, "You are amazing yourself you know? You are kind and selfless, you are so /smart/. You are an amazing teacher and great dam. The entire village is obsessed with you."

"Kacchan" Izuku whispers, tears lining his eyes. The ever crier his mate is.

"They'll love you. Not as much /me/ of course or Amaya but close enough" Katsuki grins letting one of their pup's feet go to open his arm and invite Izuku in for a hug.

In the middle of the hug and some extra scenting to ground Izuku. Amaya tugs tightly on to her dam's hair.

"AMAYA!" Izuku scolds rubbing his head, before scooping the pup off her sire's shoulders "That's not very nice little lady"

"NICE!" She squeals, slapping his cheeks.

Izuku nuzzles his pup's hands and Katsuki watches fondly, the happy scent of a happy family filling the area.

- - - -

The sun sinks lower in the sky, painting everything in shades of orange and deepening purple. The rich smell of roasting meats and freshly baked bread  drifts through the air as the small family reaches the settlement. When they pass the entrance of the settlement, laughter and lively chatter spill from nearby huts.

"Is that?" Someone says shielding their eyes from the evening sun "IT IS! WHERE'S MITSUKI AND MASARU?!"

Katsuki leans toward Izuku and says, "Here we go. Get ready"

Izuku laughs and smiles cradling a sleeping Amaya to his chest in her baby sling.

"BAKUBROOOOOO" Eijirou shouts running toward them with his arms open trailing behind him are three pups, all varying in height and obviously age.

After the mating run Katsuki's pack had split up. It was tearful- mostly Eijirou as his entire journey had led him to realize he'd rather adventure with his pack than without them, but he also desperately missed his tribe. So he and Mina left, not after adopting three pups that had lost their parents due to hunting accidents. Eijirou couldn't have any pups of his own, something to do with that snow storm he almost died in years ago. But he and Mina are happy with their pups and their new lives.

Denki ended up staying in the village with his mate Hitoshi, this year they will be welcoming their first pup. Although Denki is heavily pregnant and Hitoshi insists they stay in the village, they will be here in a few short days.

Hanta found work in a far away land working in a kingdom as an advisor. With his knowledge of many languages offers great help to the kingdom. Word is Hanta had found himself mated to a mystery prince, they won't be joining the pack this spring season but they'll be around for summer.

"GET OFF ME!" Katsuki shouts, shoving Eijirou away and snarling like a beast.

Izuku giggles while kneeling down so the Ashido pups can get a good look at Amaya.

"She is so chunky" the oldest pup says

"Like a blueberry" the youngest adds, although blueberries aren’t exactly chunky. 

"Can I keep her?" The second oldest asks

"You may not keep her" Their sire says from behind them with her arms folded "Sorry Izuku. Dont know whats gotten into that one"

Izuku smiles while packing scenting Mina, "It's fine. They might present as an omega soon. I remember trying to hoard all the younger pups in the village before my presentation"

Before Mina can even reply, Katsuki roars loudly, "PINKY GET YOUR SHITTY MATE BEFORE I CHEW HIS ARM OFF"

Izuku and Mina share a laugh before going to gather their mates.

"Kacchan no biting! That isn't nice! I see where Amaya gets it from" Izuku scolds pulling Katsuki away from Eijirou who is being tugged by Mina and their pups.

"I JUST MISSED YOU BAKUBRO" Eijirou shouts

Katsuki just snarls and grumbles "yeah yeah missed you too".

"All this /noise/" Someone says from above all the commotion "That's definitely /my/ brat"

Then the little crowd parts, an ash blonde omega who looks /exactly/ like Katsuki is walking toward them with a brown haired alpha behind her. It's obvious these are Katsuki's dam and sire, Mitsuki and Masaru.

Mitsuki stops in front of them, her eyes dancing between Katsuki and Izuku, their pup and Izuku's baby bump.

"Jeez Brat" She says "You didn't even let him rest after the first pup?"

Katsuki looks scandalized at the accusation and shouts "HE JUMPED ME!"

Izuku blushes furiously as Masaru cooes over Amaya who is slowly waking up.

"Would you like to hold her?" Izuku questions 

"May I?" Masaru replies with a soft smile.

Izuku nods, pulling Amaya from the sling and handing her to her grand-sire.

"You know son" Masaru starts as he lightly pack scents Amaya, "Most return from their journeys with new skills, knowledge-"

"Hell, even a rock" Mitsuki adds and Masaru laughs and nods.

"But you returned with a /beautiful/ family" Masaru says.

Katsuki chuffs proudly with a cocky grin on his face and pulls Izuku to his side.

"Fuck yeah I did" Katsuki says.

Izuku just looks around, taking in the sights, the sounds, and the scents that surround him with a large smile on his face. His inner omega purrs in pure happiness, his heart filling full with unshakeable happiness.

Desires cannot give you what you don't already have.

They can only add to it.

[miizuzu]

Part 9

Your body feels heavy as you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself in a dimly lit room, laying on a king size bed. The walls were painted black and had strips of red and gold trim wallpaper. You noticed your phone and hunters watch missing, you tried to recall what happened when someone tried to open the door to the room you were currently in. 

You jumped off the bed and hid behind it, not sure who would be coming in as you tried to prepare yourself as much as you could. The door swings open and 2 masked figures walk in, joking to each other as one finally turns their head and sees you, standing in your battle stance about to strike. “Woah! Calm down, miss, we were just checking to see if you got up yet.” One says while waving his arms in front trying to stop you from attacking. “Can finally tell the boss you're awake, being stuck on guard duty is boring.” The second one sighs of relief. 

“Where am I?” You asked without letting your guard down, watching the 2 of them pushing and shoving each other for a few minutes as they try to figure out what they should do next. “We're at the Onychinus base. Boss brought you back after our little incident earlier.” The first man says. You had a shiver run down your spine, you were told to avoid Onychinus at all cost but now you're in their base. You were skeptical about the 2 of them, they have been providing you with all the answers you were asking without a hint of hesitation.

“Who are you 2? Are you 2… twins?” You raised your brow, slowly relaxing from your defensive stance. “I'm Luke, and this guy is Kieran. I'm obviously the smarter twin.” Luke says proudly before Kieran snacks him behind his head. “Let's get going, wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting.” Kieran says before beckoning you over to follow them. “Who do you mean by boss?” You were hesitant but you slowly followed them. “Stylus of course, our greatest leader of Onychinus. He's the best.” Luke excitedly introduced. 

This is bad. Not only were you taken by Onychinus, you are now meeting their boss. You were trying to figure out a way to get yourself out of here and find a way to contact Xavier. As you plan your escape, you arrive at another set of double doors. The twins knocked at the door and a low voice told you to enter. You recognized the voice, it was the man who killed your kidnapper earlier. You were on your guard again as Luke and Kieran entered the room with you. 

“So you’re finally awake.” The man smiled at you and you had goosebumps, all the hair on your arm was standing. You grabbed onto your arms like you were trying to embrace yourself, trying to keep yourself calm. You looked up and your eyes met with his sharp red ones, eyeing you from top to bottom, you were trying to hide yourself with your arms, which made him chuckle. “I'm Sylus…” you cut in before he could finish, “You’re a murderer.” Your eyes focused, your brows furrowed, you continued, “Why did you bring me here?” 

Sylus bows furrowed and as he starts speaking again, “Feisty little one, aren't you. I hate it when someone talks over me, there will be consequences if it happens again.” He warns you, watching you bite your lips together to keep your mouth shut. “I had been watching you for a while, Y/N. You have something that I seek.” He walks toward you and places his finger on your chest, in front of your heart. 

He knows who you are, and he knows you have the Aether core. You brushed his hand away as you flustered to his touch. “What are you going to do? Cut it out of me? I won't make it easy for you!” You tried to throw a punch but your whole body was suspended by a blackish red fog. You remember that was his Evol, you were helpless to his power. He watches you struggle, a smirk on his face as he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers against yours, trying to resonate with you. “It's never going to work!” You shout. “Let go of me!!” His smirk disappeared as his brows furrowed again. “You 2, get out.” He signals Luke and Kieran to leave. 

As the twins left the room, you were moved towards the couch. You dropped down on the couch as he released his Evol. You tried to run towards the door, only to be caught again by his power. “We can do this all day, kitten.” You sigh and sit down. “See? Was that so hard? You know, you and I aren't that different.” Sylus says. “Peh-lease, I beg to differ. You are a murderer. I could never do that.” You answer. “I also have an Aether core inside me, maybe we can work together. If you resonate with me, I might even set you free.” Sylus says calmly as he stares at you, one of his eyes starts glowing. 

“You have an Aether core… in your eye? Why do you need me to resonate with you anyways? Your Evol is strong enough.” You try to avoid his gaze. “No one can be strong enough here in the N109 zone. You have to be the strongest to survive around here.” 

You weren't sure what to do, he did say he would release you if you would resonate with him, but he is the leader of the infamous Onychinus, and will he even keep his words. “I always keep my word, you don't have to worry about it.” Sylus says as if he read your mind. “No, I cannot read minds, but I can see people's deepest desires.” He continues. You looked at him annoyed, “and how do you do that?” You question, his eyes glowing again, “Right now you want to punch me, then run away.” “!!!” You gasp, thinking he could read your every move, you finally signed. “Fine. If I resonate with you, you will let me go right? Do you promise?” You question again. 

“I always keep my promises.” He smirks, “You are free to do as you please, once I get what I want.” He continues. “Argh, then let's get this over with.” You grabbed both his hands, which you just noticed were a lot bigger than yours or any of your boyfriends, you slightly blushed but shook your head to focus yourself, you intertwined your fingers with Sylus, trying to activate your powers to resonate with him. You had your eyes closed and tried to focus, your brows slightly furrowed and Sylus couldn't help but have a smile on his face, watching how hard you were trying to resonate with him. 

About 10 mins has passed and still nothing, you weren't sure why your powers aren't working, “umm… maybe I'm too tired. That must be it! Let's try again tomorrow.” You said as you quickly pulled your hands away from him. His eyebrow slightly lifted as you pulled away, but he didn't chase after your hands. “That's fine, go get some rest. You've had a long day.” Sylus sighs. “You know… I'm also someone who would keep my promise, so… can I please get my phone and watch back? I promise I won't try and run off. I have to request time off for work so they don't treat me as a no show.” You tried your luck. 

Sylus doesn't say anything as he stands up and walks over to his desk, opens the drawer and pulls out your cell phone and your watch. He hands both items back to you, you were in a state of shock, you thought he would at least put up a fight before giving them back to you. You stood there dumbfounded, he walked closer to you, looking confused. “So, do you want them or not?” His arm extended while holding on your belongings. “Um, yes. Thank you.” You reached your hands out and got your phone and watched back, you kept your eyes on Sylus, trying to figure out what type of person he actually is.

“Are you planning to stay here in my room tonight? I don't mind if you want to keep me company.” He smirks confidently as his hands start unbuttoning his shit. “Nope. See you tomorrow.” You turned and ran out the room. Sylus couldn't help but chuckle to himself. 

You were standing outside his door, trying to process what had just happened. You saw movement at the corner of your eye and turned your head. You see a crow, resting on a stand as it carefully watches you. You walked closer to it and saw that it was half mechanical, just as you were about to poke it with your finger, “CAW CAWH!” it shouted and startled you. “My god! You stupid bird! Scared the shit out of me! Do it again and I'll tear you apart!” You talked back to it. 

You went back the way you came to find the room you woke up in. You closed and locked the door. You climbed onto the bed and got on your phone. You had a bunch of miss calls from Xavier and Rafayel, you decided to text them and tell them that you are fine, and that things got a bit… complicated. You knew if you called, they would be upset with you for going along with the plan instead of waiting, and you didn't want to deal with that right now. You are already feeling lonely and miserable for not listening, and now you got yourself in his mess. They both reply to you, relieved that you are safe but want you to elaborate on your current situation. You insisted that you would explain soon and that you were too tired right now but promised you would call them and explain after. They both finally agreed and told you to get some rest.

You opened the heart beat tracker app, you watched their heart beats as it slowly put you to sleep. There were tears rolling down the corners of your eyes as you slept while holding the phone to your chest. Sylus quietly walks into your room and watches you for a while. He wiped your tears away with his thumb as he caressed your cheeks. You seem to have calmed down a bit in your sleep, your tears no longer flowing and you looked more relaxed. 

It was morning and you were slowly waking up, you were met with a pair of red eyes. You screamed, and the bird cawed loudly as the twins ran into the room to see what had happened. “I swear I will cook you one day!” you point and the crow flies out of your room. “How did it get in here anyways?!” you continued yelling. The twins watched you for a second before looking at each other before shrugging. “The boss is asking you to come meet him. Follow us.” 

You followed the twins to a room that seemed like the dining hall. There was a long table with 2 seats and a bunch of food lined up on the table. Sylus was already seated and he gestured to you to take the other seat. “Eat.” He demands, as he starts eating. “It’s not poisoned, is it?” You took a fork and started poking at the food. “If I really wanted you dead, you wouldn't have made it through last night. Now eat, you will need the energy for later. And finish that drink, I had someone make it especially for you.” Sylus continues eating. 

“What's in it?” You took the glass with thick green slimy liquid and gave it a sniff. The stench was so bad you put it back down and pushed it away. “It's just a veggie shake. Don't tell me you're afraid of your vegetables.” He smirks and looks down at you. “And why do I have to drink this?” You furrowed your brows at Sylus. “It will give you energy to try and resonate with me later. Now finish it, every last drop.” 

You took the glass, pinched your nose and took a big gulp. It actually didn't taste as bad as it smells, you were able to finish the whole glass. “Good girl. Now have some breakfast.” You ate the food and couldn't help but noticed the quality of the food. Everything was delicious and you ate more than you should. 

You spend the next week in the same cycle, getting up, eating food, trying to resonate, waiting around Sylus to finish with his ‘meetings’. The days are starting to blend together and you weren't sure when you could even go home. You would always hope your power would magically work so you could be on your merry way. Sylus was slowly showing you more sides of him, and you weren't sure what to think about it. Not wanting to commit too much into your current situation since you never know what will happen next.

The next day after breakfast, Sylus got you to follow him to his room. The 2 of you tried to resonate again but to no avail. You weren't sure why your powers didn't work on him. Sylus gets up and tells you to follow him again. This time he led you to the garage, he handed you a motorcycle helmet as he put one on and mounted the bike. You stood there confused, “where are we going?” He takes your helmet and puts it on you, he also uses his powers to get you straddled onto the bike. “Hold on tight.” He warned you as he sped off.

You were brought to a lab, he had you sitting in some type of device. Without warning, he got the operator to run the machine. you felt something flowing through you, you weren't sure what it was but you felt uncomfortable and you let out a loud scream. The operator stops the machine as you try to catch your breath. Sylus grabbed your hand and told you to try and resonate with him again, and you failed once again. “Why can't she resonate with me?” He asks the operator with a frustrated voice. “I'm unsure, the reading looks good, her powers are a bit unstable but she should be able to use it no problem. Maybe it is just that she is afraid of you?” the operator honestly answers and Sylus threw a few glares at you before sighing. 

Feeling a bit defeated, Sylus brought you back to his base. You followed him back to his room and as you shut the door behind you, he cages you to the door. “Why are you scared of me?” He asks as he towers over you, making you feel small. “Well, I wasn't expecting to meet the leader of the Onychinus, what do you expect? You killed someone in front of my eyes.” You continued. “I did that to save you. He was about to sell you off to some butcher who only wanted the Aether core.” His brows furrowed. 

“Still, you didn't have to kill him.” You turned your head away from him. He grabs your chin and turns your face back towards him. “And what would you have me do? Just release him so he can come back with another assassination plan? This is not Linkon, we do things differently here. If you let them go, they would just come back with greater numbers to crush you.” Sylus leans in closer. “Well, I don't plan on staying here longer than I have to, so if you could just back off I MIGHT not feel as intimated by you and actually be able to resonate.” You shouted.

Sylus looked angry from what you just said, almost as if he was hurt by your words, he pulled you over to the couch and forced you to sit down before laying down, using your thighs as his personal pillow. “What are you doing? Get off of me!” You panicked and tried to push him off but he won't budge. “I'm tired, it's time for me to sleep.” Sylus says with his eyes closed, turning his head towards you, making you flustered once again from your close proximity. “It's the middle of the day! How are you tired? Now get off me!” You continued to struggle. “Here in N109 we are active at night, better get used to it.” With that Sylus stopped talking as he fell asleep. 

You couldn't believe him, how can someone be so bossy? You thought at one point Rafayel was bossy but Sylus just takes it to a whole different level. You pout as you look down on Syluss’ sleeping face, unintentionally patting his head, realizing his hair is as soft as Xaviers'. You pulled your phone out and called Xavier.

“Hello??? Are you ok? Where are you?” Xavier kept on with his questions.

“I'm safe right now, but I cannot leave yet. There's something I must do before I come back to you guys. Please don't worry. I'm sorry I went along with the plan without you.” You spoke quietly.

“... I heard you filed for a personal leave for a while, I was just worried. Finish what you have to do quickly and come back to me safe, ok?” 

“I plan to do that. I miss you Xavier…”

“As do I, if you take too long I will come and bring you home.” 

“Hehe, hopefully it wouldn't come to that, it's dangerous around here. I just managed to meet someone who is willing to let me stay.” You felt bad lying about Sylus, but you didn't want Xavier to charge in to try and rescue you, plus you made a promise and you intend to keep it.

“Anyways, I was just trying to call and tell you I'm safe. I need to call Rafayel too. I promised I would update him.”

“...ok. Be sure to stay safe. I need you to come back.”

“I will, I promise. I love you Xavier.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The phone call ended and you dialed Rafayels' number. He picked up before the phone even finished the first ring.

“Y/N??? Is it really you??” Rafayel sounds panicked.

“Yes, it's me. I promised I would call.” 

“Please tell me you are safe and that you would come back to me. I cannot live without you… I've lost my ability to paint because you're not around. I've been so worried I wasn't able to eat. Please come back. I need you… I miss you so much…”

“I miss you too. As soon as I take care of business I will return. Just hang on a bit longer ok?” 

“I've been crying my eyes out, there's enough pearls here to make you a full set of accessories. I would pretty much rather give you a pearl necklace in another form though.” 

“Rafayel!! I can't believe you!” You felt your face turning bright red.

“I'm kidding! But I do really need you back, safe in my arms. Please come back soon.”

“I will, I'll try my best to return to you guys as soon as I can. I can't talk for much longer, I love you Rafayel.”

“I love you too, my love. Stay safe.”

With that, you hung up the phone. Still looking down at the sleeping figure on your lap, you are stuck here for a while. You decided to close your eyes for a minute.

Your eyes opened and realized you were no longer on the couch, you were wrapped closely in Sylus arm in his bed. Somehow he got up, changed into his sleepwear and brought you into bed with him. You feel flustered as you try to get away, only for him to pull you in closer, locking you in place. “Sylus!!! What are you doing??! Let go of me!!!” You shouted as you kept trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp. “Stop moving so much sweetie, I'm still trying to sleep…” he mumbled as he continued sleeping with you trapped in his embrace. His hand travels to the small of your back, making you gasp. Your arms were trapped on your sides, you couldn't even push him away even if you tried. 

You stared at his sleeping face, which was inches away from your own, you couldn't help but think that he does look good. He is different from Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne. He's taller, always towering over you, always making you feel small, which none of the others ever made you feel this way. You sighed, knowing you are trapped like you were his personal plushie, you tried to look around his room but you couldn't really see much. You would just have to wait for him to get up.

After what you thought seemed like forever, Sylus finally began to wake up. His eyes slowly opening, he watches your angry expression and couldn't help but chuckle. “Good morning, sweetie.” He says with a deeper voice than usual. “Can you let me go now? I've been stuck in this position forever, everything is going numb.” You whine. He finally lets go of you as he flops to his back, already missing your warmth. “That was one of my most pleasant nights ever. Thanks sweetie.” He looks at you with a sincere face. Which made you blush, quickly turning away and getting off the bed so you wouldn't get trapped by him again. 

Your legs were asleep and as you were trying to get away, you lost your footing and was about to fall off the bed, Sylus used his powers to catch you before bringing you back into his arms in a bridal carry. “Be careful sweetie, I wouldn't want you getting hurt now.” he gently placed you back onto the bed. 

You weren't sure why your heart was racing, and you hated it. You wanted to leave, you miss being in the arms of the ones you loved. You were feeling frustrated, your body missed being touched. “Um… is there a shower and a change of clothes I can borrow?” I haven't showered for days and I feel sticky and gross.” You shyly ask Sylus. “You can use mine, I will get the twins to prepare you some clothes.” He pointed at his open shower, there was only a piece of glass separating his room and the bathroom. “You've got to be kidding me. I can't use THAT with you here.” you cross your arms in front of you, brows furrowing as you pout. “Trust me sweetie, it's nothing I haven't seen before.” He leans in and whispers into your ear, making you flustered. “Is there another shower somewhere? I can go there instead.” You tried looking away from Sylus so he won't see you blushing. “The only other showers we have here are for the guards, they are all open since we don't have any females as guards.” 

Feeling defeated, you decide to use Sylus shower. “Is there somewhere else you can be? I'm not comfortable with you… staring.” You finally spoke out. Sylus chuckles and lifts your chin with his hand, “I guess I could wait in my study, I'll get Mephisto to guide you there after you're done.” you thought to yourself for a moment, “Who's Mephisto? Have I met him?” Closing your eyes, trying to remember who you actually met here. 

Sylus let out a whistle, a crow flew in and landed on his shoulders. You looked up at it and Sylus introduced you. “This is Mephisto. He's sad you don't remember him.” He chuckled. “Oh I remember him alright.” You glared at Mephisto. “Anyways get out so I can shower in peace.” You tried pushing Sylus towards the door. “I'll have your change of clothes ready outside by the time you finish.” he smirks as he walks out the door, leaving Mephisto in the room. 

You took off your shirt and threw it onto Mephisto, making it caw in panic, flapping its wings to get your shirt off of him. You giggled to yourself. You helped Mephisto remove the shirt, “That's payback for scaring me last time.” 

You head towards the showers, you see extra towels on the side and grab one and remove your clothes and get in. The size of the shower reminds you of Rafayel's and almost as fancy, there were different functions on the shower head, a bit confusing so you left it the way it was. The shower helped you relax, you stood there for a moment and just let the water rain down on your skin. You finally looked around and found the body wash and used some. You were rubbing yourself all over and the thought of Rafayel and Xavier washing you invades your mind. You could feel a knot in your stomach, your core feeling hot, touch starved, missing the sensations Rafayel and Xavier usually gives you. 

You moan softly as your hand travels down between your legs, you run your middle finger through your folds and paused on your clit before drawing small circles on it. “Haa…mmm” you continue to let out little moans, but it doesn't feel enough, you reach for your entrance and insert your fingers inside. You start to feel even more frustrated since you couldn't reach as far as the boys could. You weren't able to chase the release you were hoping for, you finally rinsed yourself off and headed out of the shower. 

Wrapping the towel around your torso, you walked towards the door, you opened the door just a crack and saw the clothes that were prepared for you hanging by the handle. You grabbed the bag and quickly returned to the bathroom. You find a set of black and red lingerie along with a short sleeve one piece dress. You clicked your tongue and put it on anyways, not wanting to wear your dirty clothes, you put the dirty clothes into the bag and walked out towards Mephisto. “Bring me to his study.” You told the bird as you opened the door, Mephisto flew off and you followed behind. 

Mephisto led you to a set of double doors and you barged in without knocking. You quickly found Sylus, sitting in his chair with a glass of red wine in his hand, his sharp red eyes watching as you made your way to him. “Couldn't you have just gotten me a t-shirt and sweatpants?” for some reason you felt upset, even though the clothes you have on looked nice and were a perfect fit. Sylus eyes you from top to bottom, making you feel nervous as you try to pull the dress down as much as you could to cover your legs. “It looks good on you.” He looks at you with a cocky smile as he brings the wine glass close to take a sip. You turned your head in frustration as a familiar painting caught your eyes. 

It was the painting Rafayel sold during the exhibition, the one he wanted to keep. The painting is now mounted in Syluss' study. Your eyes widened, he knew, he knew your relationship with Rafayel, heck he might even know about Xavier and Zayne. You suddenly remember the tall person you ran into at the exhibition, he was wearing a mask but you finally remembered his silver hair. “You've been following me??” You turned to Sylus, trying to get an answer. He gets up from his seat and walks towards you, making you back away from him. Your back is now against the wall and he continues to walk towards you, he leans down and whispers in your ear. “Let's go, we have somewhere to be.” He steps away from you and grabs his coat and walks out of his study, waiting for you to follow. “You didn't answer my question.” You said but he just smirked and extended his hand to you. 

Even though he didn't answer your question, you took his hand anyway. Sylus had Kieran drive you guys to a tall building. The twins stayed behind to watch the car as you followed Sylus to the elevator. “What are we doing here?” You question him. “Just remember to stay close and do as I say.” Once again he didn't answer your question as he handed you a suitcase to carry. 

You followed Sylus into a room, there were a few people sitting at the table, each with a lady accompanying them. “Look who finally decided to show up?” One of the men said. “You brought someone with you this time.” Another man said as checked you out. “Not bad, Sylus.” You felt their perverted gaze on you and you hated every second of it. Sylus didn't say a word and just sat down, everyone became quiet all of a sudden. “Have you brought the goods?” Sylus finally said. “Of course, the goods will go to the highest bidder, as usual.” The first man flagged his followers to bring over something that looked like a protocore, it looked different than the ones you have seen and you remember hearing about modified protocores. 

“We will start the bid at 5 million, any takers?” The men asked. The second man starts bidding 6 million, as the third man says 8 million. Sylus only let out a low laugh as he stood up, “We’re leaving.” He told you, you started following him but stopped after a few steps. The first man's followers had blocked the entrance and were pointing their guns at Sylus. The man starts talking again, “You are welcome to leave Sylus, but the girl and the suitcase stays.” The man looks at you as he licks his lips. You felt disgusted and was about to turn around and throw something at him, but Sylus already used his power to take out all the guards and had the man on a chokehold. 

“I am impressed at how well you did to piss me off, bringing in fake goods and trying to take what's mine.” Sylus says as the man helplessly tries to claw at his neck, trying to get released. In a panic, the man ordered his followers to shoot, shots were behind fired randomly and Sylus grabs you and hides behind a nearby counter. He then gives you a gun, “you can shoot it, can't you?” He asks calmly. “I can shoot, but I'm not going to kill anyone.” You refuse to take a life even when yours is in danger. “Do what you will, just make sure to get out of here in one piece.” He continues. 

You aimed for places that couldn't kill, but enough to disarm them. You've already taken care of everyone by the door and Sylus was impressed by your skills. Just as the 2 of you were about to run out, one of the underlings managed to aim a shot at you, it was too late when you realized and Sylus used his body to block the shot. He grunts quietly as his Evol attacks the man, knocking him out. You helped Sylus back to the car, and Luke and Kieran made sure you guys weren't followed as you head back to the Onychinus base.

Finally arriving back at the base, Luke grabbed a first aid kit and handed it to you. You helped Sylus to his room and checked his wound. The bullet was still embedded in his chest, blood kept flowing out of him, he took a knife and tried to cut the bullet out but wasn't able to. You quickly grabbed the knife away from him so he couldn't make it worse, you found a pair of tweezers and helped him remove the bullet. 

“Why did you jump in front of me like that?” You looked upset, you had tears that were threatening to roll out your eyes. “You promised your lovers that you would go home to them, you cannot break a promise.” He looks away from you. “Plus, I wouldn't die just from this.” You looked at his wound, for some reason he looked like he had already started to heal. “So you do know about them.” You confirmed. “Now that I think about it, it was your voice that gave me Intel about this place. Why are you helping me?” You were looking him straight in the face, you wanted an answer, but for some reason he wouldn't tell you.

He leans in instead to kiss you right on your lips. You were shocked and tried to back away but his arms had also gotten hold of you, holding you tight in his embrace as he continued to kiss you. “Stop!” You tried to yell but your voice was muffled by his lips, you could hardly breathe, “Part of me wishes you can resonate with me, but another part doesn't, so you would stay by my side.” He kisses down your neck, sending chills down your spine. “I've watched you for so long, I've seen the things you do with them through Mephisto, I saw you earlier in the shower, frustrated.” You become flustered, your face feels like it's burning. “You're a creepy stalker! Let go of me!” You struggled but he just towers over you.

“I can help you, and you can help me.” Sylus uses his powers to keep your wrists bound about your head as his hands travel down your curves, “MMM!!” You let out a moan without realizing. You quickly turned your head away as you squeezed your eyes close. You felt embarrassed for making that sound for him, you wish you could just disappear, but his gentle hands on your body brings you back to reality. 

“I've never felt this way for anyone before. I want you. Give me your heart since you've already stolen mine.” Sylus whispers into your ear. His huge hands are now on your thighs, pushing your dress up higher and higher until it is a crumbled mess around your wrists. You were feeling the heat, and you felt upset about yourself for feeling that way. You don't want to admit you feel something for this man, but you do. You felt it when he first saved you and you felt it again when he took the shot for you just now. 

His hands are now back on your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your aching core. Hands were rubbing your inner thighs, your body was reacting to his touch, even with your mouth saying no, and he could see you wanted him too. He would never force you, if you actually don't want him, but your body was more honest than you think. Your legs were separated enough for him to keep going.

He starts kissing your neck again, sucking red marks on your delicate skin. Once he is satisfied with one side he does the same to the other. “Ahhhn.. n-no… stop…” words of protest still coming out of your mouth while your body yearns for more. Syluss' lips keep moving lower, nibbling at your collar bone as you hiss and moan. He was more rough then the others, every move he makes has a purpose, to make you his. His lips are now at the valley of your breasts, he had your bra unhooked with a flick of his finger. Your voice is hitched as your moans intensified, one of his hands is squeezing your breast, pinching your hardened nipple while his tongue laps circles on the other, sucking on it with force. 

You feel really conflicted, you felt like you were cheating, but your body wants him to keep going. Sylus can feel your uncertainty, but he decides to go with his own greed instead. Right now he wants you to only think of him, no one else is allowed to occupy your mind. This is his moment, and you belong to him and only him. 

His lips keep traveling lower and lower, stopping in front of your core. He ran his finger over your clothed folds, making you gasp. He does it a couple more times and you've become a sobbing mess. “Sylus… please… don't…” you look down at him with watery eyes, his sharp red eyes staring back at yours as he placed his tongue over your clothed pussy and licked a strip towards your clit. Your eyes widened and your head threw back as you hissed. 

“It's ok sweetie, if you can't decide, I don't mind acting as the ‘bad guy'.” Sylus says as he grabs hold of your panties and roughly ripped it off of you. “Nnng!!!” You moaned out as the fabric was crumbled up and stuffed into your mouth. You could taste yourself from the panties and you continue moaning. Sylus has once again placed his tongue at your entrance, this time without the panties being in the way, he could fully taste you. His tongue slowly makes its way up to your clit and he could feel his eyes slowly rolling to the back of his skull. You were divine, he had never felt this way with any other woman before. His lips surround your clit as he licks and sucks on your little bud. Your moans muffled as you feel a wave of orgasm about to hit you. 

His upper lip not leaving your clit even for a second as he laps up your juice, extending his tongue all the way to your pussy as his breaths out warm air, hitting your folds and sending shivers down your spine. He finally enters you with his tongue and your legs are closing him in, he conjures more of his Evol to hold down your ankles, using his big hands to spread your legs apart. He sticks his middle finger inside your pussy, there was hardly any resistance since you were so, so wet. His finger was able to reach all the places you couldn't, your hips began to buck towards him, his finger slid in and out of you at a faster pace. He add another finger and you were about to lose yourself, he suddenly twisted his finger with his wrist movement and you came hard, twitching and squirming, making a mess of his fingers and face.

“You did well sweetie. Now it's time for your reward.” your half life eyes widened when you saw him unbuckling his pants, you shook your head to protest, you couldn't say anything with the ripped panties in your mouth. Sylus watched you struggling and decided to remove the gag in your mouth. “No! No more! I can't! Please stop!” You cried out. “Sorry sweetie, I've already arrived at the point of no returns.” Sylus says as he pulls his pants down, revealing his thick cock. You gasped at its size, he was even bigger than Zayne and Zayne was HUGE. “No!! Please!! There's no way it'll fit!!” You panicked.

Sylus lets out a low chuckle, “Thanks for the compliment, sweetie, but I WILL fit. I'll make sure it fits.” his eyes now focused on your throbbing pussy, he ran his cock over your folds to collect your juice as he finally lined himself to your pussy. “Here we go sweetie, try to relax a bit.” Sylus warns as he slowly pushes his way inside you. The stretch had you gritting your teeth and your head thrown back, tears wouldn't stop rolling down the corners of your eyes. You were hit with another save of orgasm just from his tip entering you. You were gasping for air, you felt like you were about to pass out but Sylus had just started. 

“Sweetie… I need you to relax more… I can hardly get inside of you.” Sylus was not even half way inside. He wants your gummy walls to surround him, he needs it. His thumb is placed on your clit, you could feel him drawing patterns, little did you know he was spelling out S-Y-L-U-S over and over on your overstimulated clit. His eyes are watching the spot where the 2 of you are connected, a smirk on his face as he watches himself glide in a bit more by the second. Sylus let out a whistle and Mephisto flew over and rested on his shoulder. You could see Syluss' right eye glowing, he watches as you bite down on your bottom lips, crossed eyes, your face twist from the pleasure as his cock splits you in half.

Your mind has been reduced to mush, your face covered with tears and drool, but Sylus thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. When he was finally fully sheathed inside you, he lets out a relief sigh then starts to chuckle. “See, sweetie, I knew you could do it.” He praised. He lets out another breath as he pulls out half way before slamming himself back inside you, making you both moan loudly. “This… is everything I've imagined and more.” Sylus is beginning to move his hips more, first slowly then starting to pick up his pace. 

“Sy-Sylus!! No more!! Aahh I can't t-take it anymore!!” You begged, feeling overstimulated and your pussy twitching and spasms out of control. Sylus is loving every second, there is no way he would stop, he's finally got you beneath him after waiting what he thought was forever. “Tsk tsk tsk, now, now sweetie, you've cum multiple times. It's only fair that I get a turn.” He was thrusting into you, amplifying his thrust as he said each word. He pulls out of you all of a sudden, you gasp at the sudden loss and are confused, “??? Why’d you st-” you caught yourself before finishing your sentence but it was too late, Sylus felt a confident smirk creeping on his face as you embarrassingly bit down on your lips thinking ‘what have I done?!’. 

Sylus waves his finger and Mephisto flew off, you felt your body suspended in mid air before you were on your knees, ass stuck up with your arms still bound straight behind your back, your face was on the mattress and you could see your current position from a full length mirror close to the bed. Being able to see yourself in such a position, you feel flustered and try to struggle, Sylus leans his body above yours as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the mirror. “Don't be shy, take a good look.” He whispers in your ear as he holds your head in place, sending shivers down your spine. He lines his cock up to your cunt again with his other hand, forcing his way inside once again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as your mouth opened wide gasping for air, Sylus watches and laughs.

His cock feels like it's pushing through all the way to your lungs in this position, hitting all your deepest parts. His hand now on your lower belly, feeling his bulge inside of you. “Can you feel me all the way here?” He presses lightly against your belly, making you both moan, as your walls squeeze tight around his throbbing cock. “YES!!! It's so deep!!! I can't take it anymore!!! Fuck me!!! Fuckkkkkk!!!” You've finally lost it, all you want right now is Sylus to fuck you silly with his hard cock. 

“Hahahahahaha!!!” Sylus lets out a menacing laugh as he repositions himself, getting back up with both hands grabbing on your waist as he starts thrusting his cock in you mercilessly. “Yes!! Yahhh!!! Ahhhn!! Morrre!!!” You scream out as he picks up his pace. Your hands could touch his hard abs every time he slams into you, you want to touch him and he finally releases the hold on your wrists, he grabs both your hands with his large ones, intertwining both hands. You were both so close to your orgasms, when you came to a realization, you haven't been taking your pills, there is a chance you could get pregnant if he cums inside you. You start to panic, “Sylus, please, pull out!!” You begged as he brought you over the edge, cumming all over his throbbing cock. “I don't think I can sweetie, this feels too good, I'm… cumming!” He came so hard, shooting rope and ropes of hot cum inside your pussy. 

He turned you around while still being inside of you, grunting as his overstimulated cock still spilling out hot cum inside of you, he pulled your flimsy body to his embrace and kissed you. You were worried, you've never done it while not being on the pill, you were scared you could get pregnant. Sylus chuckles as you cling onto him, “Don't worry sweetie, I've been ordering the staff to add your pill to the veggie drink you've been taking everyday.” He pokes your forehead. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, you grabbed his hand again and closed your eyes, you were resonating with him. You passed out shortly after but Sylus held you close to his chest, he was afraid you would leave him, since that was the whole purpose of you staying by his side. He had promised to let you go and he intends to keep his promise, but it would be a different story if you want to stay instead.

He was thinking of a way to keep you close, or ways to have you come back even if you leave. He has acquired heaven and will go through hell to assure his hold on it. Sylus summons Luke and Kieran, giving them their mission before going back to bed, where you were sleeping soundly. 

You woke up the next day feeling sore throughout your body, you slowly sat up and realized you were clothed and cleaned up. You finally notice the 2 arms that were wrapped around your waist, you look to your left and find Rafayel and Xavier on your right, both sleeping. You quickly looked around your surroundings, you realized you were still in the room provided by Sylus in the Onychinus base. Rafayel and Xavier slowly wake up at the same time, noticing that your awake Rafayel grabbed you into his embrace and kissed you, Xavier did the same after waiting patiently until Rafayel was finished. 

You pulled back, feeling guilty about sleeping with Sylus, you quickly asked, “...How did you 2 get here?” You looked at both of them confused. “We were both invited here by Sylus, he sent a guy in a mask to get me.” Xavier replies, “Me too. He said you were waiting for us.” Rafayel adds. ‘What in the world is that man thinking?!?!’ you covered your face with your hands in disbelief. Xavier and Rafayel noticed something seems off about you, as they finally saw the marks left on your neck, they were both furious. Rafayel grabs your shoulders then tilts your chin away, brushing your hair back.

“What has he done??!” His eyes were dark, you swear you thought his eyes were glowing purple for a second. He tilts your chin up and moves it around and finds you were covered with marks, he gritted his teeth. “How far did he go??” Xavier was about to walk out to find Sylus to confront him. “We had sex.” Sylus walks into the room calmly, he sits at the end of the bed while his arm reaches for you. You wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, you sheltered yourself, hiding behind your arms and buried your face in your knees. Xavier pulls out his sword and it was rested right against Sylus neck. Rafayel had his dagger out and the knife was right at Syluss' ribcage. 

“He forced you right?” Xavier was so angry, it took everything in him to not slit Syluss' throat right this second. “Let’s just say, I persuaded her.” He chuckles, making the 2 men push their weapons against him more. “...I-I’m sorry…” you buried your face in your palms and started crying. Xavier and Rafayel both back down a bit, before sitting down on the bed, feeling defeated. “I don't deserve any of you.” You continued, Xavier and Rafayel could see your guilt, eating away at you. “Do you… love him?” A familiar voice asked as your head quickly turned to the doorway. Zayne has also returned and is now all gathered in this one room. 

You felt so overwhelmed, you just wanted to hide. “Y/N, answer me.” Zayne demands. You looked at him as your body trembled, “I-I… don't know. I don't… hate him. He did save my life twice. I feel grateful. But I'm not sure if it's love.” Syluss' brows furrowed hearing you said that, he wanted to hear you say you love him too. “What would you do if we ‘hurt’ him?” Zayne questions. You shook your head, “I don't want that.” You sheepishly say. Sylus now has a soft smile on his face, and all the 3 men can see how he feels for you. “How do you feel about us?” Rafayel asks you. “I love you guys and that will never change, but I understand if you guys don't want to be with me anymore…” you couldn't even look at them, your tears building up again, threatening to overflow. 

“That's enough for me.” Xavier grabs your hand and kisses it. “I’d rather share you with one more person than to hand you over to him fully.” He continues. Zayne agrees and so does Rafayel. You jumped into Xavier's arms and started crying out loudly, “I don't deserve any of you, but I also couldn't let go. I'm sorry…” you sobbed, hugging tight around Xavier's waist. He hugs you back, tilting your chin up to kiss you like no one else was in the room. You felt Rafayels' hands on your shoulder and he tugs on you gently to ask for a turn. After Rafayel kissed you, Zayne had walked over and opened his arms, waiting for you to jump into his embrace, he kissed you as well and you welcomed him back. 

Sylus was watching quietly on the side, eyes never leaving your face and he was wondering if you would ever love him like you do the 3 of them. You lightly tabbed on Zayne to put you back onto the bed, and you slowly inched your way over to Sylus. You placed your hand on his hand, Sylus took it as you initiating and leans in to kiss you. There were golden rings farming around your wrist and one on Sylus, binding the two of you together. You tried pulling away but the link wouldn't break. “Is this your doing?” Xavier looked annoyed at Sylus. Sylus then demonstrated his powers in front of them, showing his Evol being a black/red color and looking at the link, it looked more like your doing. 

“I don't know what's going on.” you panicked a bit, “maybe it is a side effect of trying to resonate with you.” You looked at Sylus. “Well, whatever it is, it looks like you won't be able to leave until it goes away.” Sylus smiles as he pulls you into him. “Like hell I would leave her here with you!” Rafayel tries to pull your body back against him. “If she's staying then I will too. I will just stay in this room with her.” Rafayel pouts. “So will I.” Xavier says. ���Unfortunately I still have to go to work, but I will be back after my shift is over.” Zayne tunes in as well.

You look around you, wondering how it actually got to this point. You were relieved your lovers are so understanding but at the same time. You don’t know what the future has in store for you.

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