#also to answer ur other ask it's fine mate

[ace-of-hearts-sats]

what's your favourite concert venue to play at?

(why have i asked about three other people about venues? uh... shhhhhhhh)

- @la-vie-en-romano

oh hello Carlo!

To be honest, I have many, but mostly for different reasons...

I like the ones at Frostfield the most to be honest. Displite the obvious bias I have it's mostly because the Venus are honest not as overwhelming than others. I know it's not just me too because Clover honestly prefers performing there.

The one venue in Toastwood we perform in is nice due to it kinda being kinda customized mostly for use to perform there, less of a hassle to set up there than others.

and finally the ones in Starlight City are the best when it comes to looks. I can complain all day about the light pollution in the area and just how overwhelmingly bright it is... but the lights just help with how the show looks in general. Clover fucking hates those venues though.

[syrupgirl]

Sorry if you have done this before but maybe you could do a neteyam x reader and he is introducing you to his family ?

Love ur work btw

a/n: I did change this a lil so I hope it’s still ok, so reader knows the Sully’s vaguely and has only been known as a friend to Neteyam but now he is introducing reader as his potential mate. Also thank you for your compliments :p <3

(sum more notes at the end <3)

reader uses she/her prns and her body stays un-described

Mate material -Neteyam

“Is this really necessary, Neteyam,” You whined, sulking behind him. “They already know who I am, I feel like I’m meeting them again.”

He smiled and continued to wade his way toward the shore.

“Well, you are in a way. They will be seeing you in a different light now.” This man. He has some cheek.

Water whipped around your ankles as you ran after him. Taking Neteyam’s hand in yours, you spun him around and tugged on his arm repeatedly.

“Do we have to tell them? Why can’t they…Just figure it out on their own?.” You felt like child now, complaining over something so simple, but that’s how being with Neteyam made you feel; all fuzzy and floaty on the inside. Things were simple and easy when you were with him.

He finally stopped waking and took his arm out of your hand, replacing it with his hand.

“I understand if you are nervous, they can be,” he paused as if to take a moment to find the words. “intimidating when they want to be.” It came out as a laugh.

You snorted, “Your mother in particular.”

“She loves you!”

“She likes me as your friend, she might not as a mate!”

Neteyam sighed and pulled you closer; he could tell this was really bothering you.

“It’s not like there has been some, huge, drastic change. We’re still us, just…A more together version of us.”

A reluctant smile bloomed on your lips. “You sound stupid.”

“Ah.” You giggled as he pushed you away in mock offence.

“I take back what I said, you should be terrified.”

“Neteyam!”

-

Eclipse had come and the Sully family were gathered in their Marui, happily feasting on their dinner.

All that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and chewing of food, until Lo’ak took it upon himself to break that silence.

“So, big bro, what happened with yn today?”

Suddenly, all eyes were on the eldest Sully. A small smirk jumped onto Kiri’s lips and she quickly went to cover it with her hand and Tuk looked genuinely worried for your health. Lo’ak had a shit eating grin on his face; he knew what he was doing.

Neteyam gulped, disguising it was swallowing a mouthful of his dinner. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I saw you two getting awfully close in the water.” Neytiri looked as if she had finally checked into the conversation, putting down her meal and looking to her sons.

“I just thought maybe, she might have been hurt?”

Like a hunter watches their prey, his family set their gaze on him, silently hungering for more information.

In an effort to appear cool headed, Neteyam shrugged. “She was fine, not hurt.” He looked to his brother and shot him a look, “Why do you ask?”

“Oh no, just curious.” It looked like Lo’ak would leave it now and Neteyam internally sighed in relief.

“How is yn, Neteyam? Haven’t seen her in a while.” Jake asked. Oh well, the questioning wasn’t over.

-

“I think they are onto us.”

You let those words sit in the air they were spoken into.

Neteyam’s arm tightened around you and you turned more into his chest. The pool of water around you wrinkled gently with your movements.

The two of you had stashed yourselves away in a lone terrace, not unlike the ones that bordered the lagoon outside the village, but this one was a secret place for you both. Where you could be with each other without worrying about prying eyes or annoying brothers.

Finally, you answered him, “What makes you say that?”

Neteyam sat up more, causing you to be partially shoved off of him.

“Lo’ak started asking me these annoying questions while we were eating dinner last night!” He looked like he was a getting really upset; brows furrowed, arms waving wildly, voice raising.

You frowned and caught one of his flailing hands. “What kind of questions?”

“Just stupid ones! Like, why we are spending so much time together and why we were getting so close to each other yesterday in the wate-”

“Be calm, Neteyam. Slow down.” You brought his hand to your chest. “Breath, deep breaths.”

Neteyam stopped his ranting and sighed out a long breath. As best as he could, he copied your breathing.

“Now, explain to me why this bothers you so much?”

He is still for a moment, looking a little embarrassed. “He’s putting his nose where it doesn’t belong, it is just not his business.”

You snort at that, “Are we not about to announce our relationship to your family? Honestly, it’s not a surprise that one of them found out before.”

Neteyam sighed again. He turned to face you and gently took your face into his hands, looking between your eyes.

“I want it to be on our terms, not because of Lo’ak’s prying.”

“I understand that,” you hummed. Your hand covered one of Neteyam’s on your face and you leaned into it. “Sounds like we need to act on our plans a little faster.”

A kiss was planted on your forehead and you smiled giddily.

“I don’t want to push you, I know you are a bit nervous.” He mumbled into your hairline.

Your free hand found his face and brought him back to where you could look him in the eyes. Your thumb glided back and forth along his cheekbone and his eyes drifted closed.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

-

It really felt like you could not handle it.

The sun was high in the sky, beating down onto your skin. On a day like this, you would usually be bobbing up and down in the waves, happily soaking up the rays, but on this occasion all it was doing to you was elevating your already rapidly growing panic.

You and Neteyam sat on the woven walkways not to far from his marui. Today was the day where you would finally announce your relationship to his family. A monumental occasion really; the eldest son of Toruk Makto and former leader of the Omatikaya, had found himself a partner, a mate, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You had met the Sully family many times before, you regularly spent time with Lo’ak and Kiri, even spending time with little Tuk. But now, you were seeing them on such different circumstances, they might as well have been strangers.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Neteyam had offered, an effort to quell your growing nerves, unfortunately this just spurred into motion all the thoughts of things that could happen; ranging from awkward silences to Jake and Neytiri chasing you out of their marui for trying to take their firstborn away from them. Extremely unlikely and just downright stupid, but you were just grasping at straws for anything that could go wrong.

“Why can’t- why can’t you just tell them while I am far, far away?” Neteyam laughed heartily at that but you were deadly serious.

“Oh yes, I can see it now,” Neteyam gasped between giggles, “hey mom, hey dad, you know yn? yeah I want her to be my mate. Where is she? Anywhere you aren’t.” His laughed picked up at his own joke and you groaned, hitting his chest with your balled fist.

“I love your family, Neteyam. I really, really want this to go well!”

“And it will! We’ve had this same conversation over and over, i don’t know how else I can reassure you.” He reached his arm around your waist and dragged you closer to him. “Would you like me to tell you in english? I know a little.”

Neteyam said something you didn’t understand. The language sounded so silly you couldn’t help but cover your mouth to hide your giggles.

“Should we get going? They should all be home now.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

-

“Neteya- oh, and yn?” Jake paused. “How are you, yn?”

The entire Sully clan, excluding Neteyam, were all seated around the cooking fire inside the marui. Jake and Neytiri parked up close to each other: Jake prepping fish for cooking and Neytiri wrapped then placed it above the fire in front of them.

Kiri and Tuk sat next to their mother. The older girl attempted to teach the youngest how to repair a torn Ilu saddle.

Lo’ak lay next to his father, apparently completely uninterested in whatever was happening around him, until the two of you entered together, after which he sat up looking infinitely intrigued.

Tucking your arms behind your back, you squeezed your hands together and mustered up a smile.

“I am well, thank you, Toruk Makto.”

Jake continued to de-bone the creature he was holding before speaking to you again, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

You glanced to Neteyam, the nervousness you had buried starting to resurface again. He took a deep breath and reached behind you, taking your hand tightly in his.

Neytiri, who hadn’t looked entirely phased by your presence, suddenly perked up. Her eyes fell onto your intertwined fingers and then back to your face. It felt as if your heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Actually, sir, there’s…something I want to tell you.” Neteyam’s voice had an uncharacteristic nervousness to it and you could feel the smallest shake in the hand that held yours.

The whole family froze, each with sightly different looks on their faces. Lo’ak looked like he was on the verge of hysterical laughter, Kiri had her own little smile while Tuk was ready to hang off of your every word.

“What is it, Neteyam?” Neytiri asked. She stood and Jake followed suit.

The grip on your hand tightened before Neteyam spoke, “Yn and I, we wish to be mated. Before Eywa.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the family before you reacted. Lo’ak, who had been quietly munching on his dinner, suddenly started to choke and thumped his fist against his chest in attempts to dislodge the obstruction.

Tuk and Kiri had the same reaction, shouting “What?!” at the same time. Tuk visibly more excited about the news, while Kiri looked like this was the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

“My son, you are not yet a man.” Neytiri urged, slowly pacing towards her eldest.

“I have passed two of the three rites of passage of our clan! And now that we live amongst the reef people, I can complete the three by passing one of theirs!” The two of you had anticipated these concerns and had done your research on the matter. Since the Sully’s no longer lived among their own, the three tasks Neteyam had to complete to be welcomed into the Omaticaya as a man were no longer possible. It seemed only fitting that he finish of these tasks by overcoming the Metkayina’s last rite of passage that their men had to accomplish.

“Taking a mate is a serious thing, son.” Jake was now face to face with Neteyam. He had a stony look on his face. “I know you’re friends with yn, evidently a bit more than that, but this will be the person you spend the rest of your life with.”

Coming up beside her son, Neytiri put a hand on his shoulder. “Your father is right, Neteyam. These decisions cannot be rushed.”

By Eywa, you wished the ground would just swallow you whole.

Neteyam noticed your embarrassment and doubled down. “I know that, we know that! We have been talking about this for a long time and we’ve thought of everything.”

His father narrowed his eyes, he still didn’t look convinced, so you decided oh well, you already ready feel like you were in over your head, what’s a little more?

“If I may,” All eyes turned to you, “your son is the most caring, most passionate, and most mature man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He is infinitely understanding and loves with all he has. I cannot speak on his behalf, but I trust in the decision I have made to have Neteyam as my mate.” Your words continued to get smaller and smaller as your felt their stares bore into you.

Silence filled the space, broken up by the soft sound of crashing waves and the chittering of stray Ilu.

Neytiri spoke first.

“This is truly what you want, my son?” The mother laced her hands with the sons free one.

“More than anything I have ever wanted in my entire life.”

A look was shared between Jake and Neytiri and their children stared on.

“Neteyam,” Jake sighed, “I give you my blessing to pursue your remaining rites of passage by the Metkayina.” His hand reached up and latched onto the back of Neteyam’s head, bringing it closer to his own.

“My son, I see you.”

Your partner’s lip quivers and his brows told upward, it is clear he is using everything in him not to cry.

“And you, yn.” Jake turned to you, bringing his hand up to his brow and then back down again. “I see you.”

You repeated his gesture and sniffed, emotions running very high. “I see you, Toruk Makto.”

Jake smiled. “No need for the formalities, not now that we’re family.”

The rest of that night was filled with light and laughter. With songs and delicious food. You couldn’t think of a better way to be welcomed into this beautiful family.

Your heart had never felt so full.

a/n: so we only know 2 of the Omaticaya’s rites of passage and judging from how Neteyam has a banshee, it’s safe to assume he had begun the process of becoming a man in the clan. I don’t know if he had done his dream hunt so i just said he had🤷‍♀️yeah this took so long because I did a chunk of words every few days💀 anyways until next time, bye :p

[indecisivekitty]

The Anxiety of Proposals

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x reader

wc: 607

genre: fluff

warnings: uh none unless ur allergic to fluff ig

“Mate, you alright?” Gaz asked with furrowed brows. He’s noticed Soap staring at the wall for more than five minutes while fidgeting with his dog tags. “You’ve spaced out like what? 3 times now?”

Soap blinked and turned to Gaz after realizing someone was speaking to him. “Aye, just thinking ‘bout somethin’.”

Gaz tilted his head slightly with mild curiosity, then sat down at the table where Soap was sitting. “Care to share?”

The Scot bit his lip anxiously before letting out a breath. “Thinkin’ of proposin’ today once I get back home to me lass.”

Gaz smiled and leaned over to pat Soap on the shoulder. “Ay, good on you, yeah?” Soap let out a small laugh and rubbed his neck with a small nod in response. Arms folded and comfortably leaning back in his seat, Gaz asked, “Nervous?”

“Aye.” Letting out a breath, Soap ran his fingers through his hair. “Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. Am excited though—can’t tell ye how long I’ve been wantin’ to wed ma bonnie lass. Want a bairn and have a pretty little family too.”

Soap pictures you and him, who knows many years in the future, married and with kids. Aye, he thought, the perfect dream. Feeling the other man’s gaze still on him, Soap looks over to see Garrick giving him an earnest smile before nodding at him.

“Let us know how it goes, yeah?”

MacTavish felt his eyes crinkle, along with a smile forming eagerly on his lips. “‘Course I will.”

Walking up to the front door of the flat you shared, Soap cursed as he fumbled with his keys. The nerves were already getting to him as he counted down the seconds he had left until he was back in your presence, something he constantly found himself doing.

“Bonnie?” he called out, dropping his bag on the floor and attempting to quickly take off his shoes, throwing a glance around the room to find your whereabouts. Frowning, he walked into the room you shared, wondering where you were from the lack of a response. “Lass-?”

“In here!”

Following the sound of your voice in the closet, he blinks when he sees you sitting on the floor with piles of clothes.

Beaming at the sight of your boyfriend, you smiled. “Hi, Johnny. How was work?”

Still confused, he utters, “Was fine, bon.”  You hummed contently with his answer before looking at a box of old trinkets you owned. “Now, what exactly are ye doin’ on the floor with all yer clothes everywhere?”

“Well, I thought it would be nice to clean out some of my clothes, and then I saw an old sweater I forgot and decided to try it on, but then I saw an old shoe box of letters-”

“Love-”

“-and decided to read all of them—because hello?? I forgot I had them, so why not go down memory lane? Then I found-”

“Okay, okay, lass.” Kneeling to your level, he studied your face and reached out to caress your cheek. “Got distracted, aye?”

Huffing, you let out a small, "Yes."

Johnny couldn’t help but smile at you, his heart beating wildly at how beautiful you looked—even on the ground with all your clothes thrown about. How could he ever be nervous about proposing to you? He licked his lips. “Marry me, lass?”

“Wai-”

Smiling wider, he brought his hand down to rub your mouth gently. Softly, he whispered, “Marry me?”

His bright blue eyes stared into yours. His gaze was nothing but soft and loving, feeling just like home. Your eyes softened as you memorized how he looked at this moment.

“Of course, Johnny.”

a/n: sorry for lack of writings LOL busy trying to have a productive year while also trying to actually have the motivation to write

[joaosnovia]

in honour of phonzy and sheyenne getting married , do a jamal fanfic where he and the reader (female..!) are childhood besties but have feelings for each other.

Reader is sheyenne’s bridesmaid and jamal is phonzys best man.

Rest is up to ur imagination 🙏

❦ - for better or for best - JM42

summary : it’s alphonso and sheyenne’s wedding and you and jamal are childhood best friends ; except you guys can’t hide your feelings much longer.

warnings : slight angst & fluff!! AND USE OF Y/N BC IK THAT TRIGGERS SOME OF YOU 😭. alsoooo cussing & jamal is lowkey a bit of an asshole…

writers note : i love this idea sm & this is lowkey short, sorry bae 💔 also ignore how this fic progressively gets more obvious that i’m tired and that this is lowkey rushed 🙏

as the venue started to fill up, it slowly started to get louder and full of excitement, everybody waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle. the air was filled with the smell of flowers as you stood at the front, taking in the atmosphere. you held your bouquet tight, even though you said nothing, your face did. you were noticeably stressed from helping with the wedding and you took it upon yourself to leave the bride relaxed for her big day.

jamal silently stood near you, adjusting his cuff links for what felt like the 5th time that night. usually he’s nonchalant but you noticed that emotion was replaced with something else. to your surprise, even he seemed tensed up by the situation. he caught your gaze and quietly asked, ‘nervous?’.

slightly amused with his stupid question to your obvious answer of a facial expression, you sighed and replied with, ‘take a guess sherlock, what about you though?’

‘nah. i’m calm about it, you know me y/n, i don’t stress ab these things’ he was right. you did know him. and you could read right through him, he WAS stressed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

‘okay then. sheyenne is gonna come any second now, get in your place bro.’ seemed to be all you could come up with. usually you’d come up with a different response but you thought it wasn’t much worth the effort.

literally as soon as you said that, the loud, eccentric fanfare blasted through, announcing the brides arrival. sheyenne looked absolutely gorgeous making you smile like an idiot until jamal turned to look at you, smiling too at your sight.

after vows were exchanged, you and the whole bridal party as well as the grooms party were sent outside for photo shoots with the newlyweds.

‘y/n stop tilting your head, make it straight’, the photographer snapped, knocking you out of your daze. you silently complied, painting a forced smile on your face knowing that you’re well and truly burnt out from all the prep. throughout this whole photo shoot you stayed composed until you heard, ‘okay!! best man and maid of honour come, let’s get a photo of you two’

THAT. that’s what really got you out of that daze. you stood next to him as he slid his hand around your waist, instantly making you tense up.

he noticed your sudden change up and whispered, ‘relax schatz (darling/baby), why’re you so worked up, calm down. it’s not like we haven’t done this before, it always happens at family events, nothing different now.’ and to that you simply nodded and got the photos done with.

soon after, everyone was getting on the dance floor until some random guy who even you thought was quite fine, asked you to dance. and to that you reluctantly agreed, seeming that you had no one else to dance with. ofcourse, jamal suddenly appears just as you’re about to go and dance.

‘idk who you are, but i actually asked y/n to dance first, so if i was you i’d move along, listen mate, there’s other women here so don’t get too disheartened.’ jamal murmured, as the guy stayed silent and moved away like an npc. the brown haired boy grabbed your wrists, but you slapped his grip off as you pulled him into a side room

‘jamal what the actual fuck are you doing?? that guy was sweet and you made him go away for no reason. you don’t even want to fucking dance you dickhead why would you do that. it’s like you’re always trying to spite me what did i do to you. you have so many other girls to harass right now, why me man.’ leading you to sigh after ranting and pleading. to your surprise, he didn’t have a smartass answer, instead he just stayed silent and stared at the floor, unable to create a reason behind his stupid action.

‘okay. i’m sorry. i don’t know why i did it, i guess i was jealous. y/n i don’t fucking know anymore. i’m in love with you and i don’t know how else to make it obvious to you at this point. i wanted that to be the last sign but i guess that went wrong.’ to that, it was you who was unable to respond. and to add to that, you felt like a piece of you broke inside when you heard that. how did you not get the signs.

there was a silence that followed as his words hung in the air ‘i’m in love with you.’ 5 words that you couldn’t admit yourself. to be honest with yourself, you didn’t believe it, not that you didn’t want to, but because it seemed too crazy to be real, as if it was like a disney movie. just because you were unable to break the silence, he did it for you.

‘y/n say something. i just told you that im in love with you and all you’re doing is just standing there. hell i’ve been in love with you for years and i don’t want this to ruin what we already have.’, his gaze softening, noticing that you absorbed what he said.

‘so you were jealous of the guy… jamal please this is the wrong time and place to confess this. and what chance do we actually have together. what’s gonna happen if we break up, what’s happening now even? is this gonna fuck up our friendship.’ you rambled with thousands of thoughts at once racing through your mind, your reaction making him grin, knowing you’re considering it.

‘y/n. shut up. just give it a go, please.’ he replied, before you could say anything he kissed you, catching you off guard by a mile. eventually breaking it, leaving you so lost.

‘okay. fine. but we can’t tell anyone till ATLEAST next week otherwise the whatsapp aunties are gonna accuse us of ruining the wedding.’ you randomly blurted, making him giggle a bit

‘sounds like a deal.’ he said in between giggles

[yanderu-deredere]

bite and chew. (extras)

★ their mate is in the same house and the two of them know they should be talking to him but, instead, they let off a little steam

anon asked: LOL SO LIKE WAS THE REASON MEL SAID THEY WERENT IN THE STATE TO HAVE GUESTS WAS BECOS THEY WERE FUCKING? AND THAT'S WHY LEO HAD THAT BUTT PLUG?

a/n: a little behind the scenes for that lil scene loool hope ur fine with me answering it this way just becos im super ocd about the formatting! this is very all over the place lmao but i just wanted to write it out becos yeah.... im really sorry (:

also before anyone asks THEYRE MARRIED THATS WHY THEY HAVE THE SAME LAST NAME DONT BE WEIRD!

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: implied poly werewolves x male reader, isamu lowell x leonard lowell word count: 2690

warning: not much reader in here, leonard is bratty and mean, isamu is just here for the ride, having sex in a semi-public place, kind of exhibitionism? almost exhibitionism? hard to explain but they jerk of right outside of the room reader is in

"Who's the twunk?"

The words leave Leonard's lips before he could stop himself. They always always did and he always beat himself up for it but he had never hated himself for it more than that moment because you were more than a twunk.

You were the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.

You were so stunning.

Mel had always told Leonard that he'd understand once you came, that it would be different with you. Leonard had been the last to join the pack so he didn't know what it felt like but that he'd apparently just know.

He always feared that he wouldn't know, that he'd never feel it, that the feeling would actually just be some sort of irrational jealousy as Mel and Isamu doted over the new addition.

But no, he felt it with you.

Just looking at you, just staring at you, he knew it was you.

The timing was right too. The full moon just started and he was already feeling his blood rushing to his cock at the sight of you standing there, looking at him oddly.

Oddly because he called you a twunk. Fuck.

Mel was saying something. He said your name. Leonard needed to pay attention. He needed to say something, anything. He forced a smile on, trying his best not to look like he wanted to devour you "Nice to meet you too!"

Gods, he wanted to absolutely tear you apart and devour you. In all the best ways, of course.

Leonard couldn't take this anymore. Without thinking (because he never thought on anything first before doing it), he rushed away, desperate for any sort of relief.

"Saaam!"

Their entire cabin was only one floor so, sometimes, getting from point A to point B was frustrating as all Hell but, thankfully, Isamu was where Leonard had last left him.

Leonard burst into the master bedroom, broad grin on his face.

Isamu was completely naked, cock clutched in his fist, sweat trickling down the side of his face and cum dribbling down his shaft. Even though it had been a few minutes since he'd cum, Isamu was still panting like he'd run a marathon.

And, honestly, anyone Leonard rode pretty much always felt that way.

"They're here." Leonard tried to tell Isamu, bright blue eyes wide and that famous wolfish grin on his face "He's here."

Of course, they only ever spoke about one person that way so Isamu immediately knew who Leonard was talking about.

As if he was never tired in the first place, Isamu sat up, eyes wide and a panicked expression on his face "Oh no, what should I do? Fuck!"

Then, he let go of his own cock like the thing was made of molten lava "I-I-I can't meet them looking l-like this!"

"Hmmm," Leonard tapped the bottom of his lip, trying his best to look like he was thinking on it "How about we help each other out?"

Then, he was moving forward and riffling through the nightstand right next to his side of the bed. It was a little hard to find what he was looking for since he wasn't exactly the most organised in the pack but, eventually, his fingers found it and he fished it out.

It was a butt plug that fit perfectly in his hand, all shiny and crystalline, a suitably perfect rosy pink color. At the very head of it was a beautiful blooming flower.

Isamu took one look at it and shook his head "No way."

"What do you mean no way?" Leonard huffed as he tossed it in Isamu's direction. The poor guy barely had any time to catch the thing.

"No way, I'm n-not going to put this in you!" Isamu watched as Leonard started stripping his sweatpants and then his boxers "We're going to end up losing control and then fucking!"

"I need to prep myself, okay? I'm going to get our mate to fuck me tonight." Leonard let Isamu know a-matter-of-factly, smug expression on his face before he was bending himself over in front of his mate.

Isamu sighed, ragged and tired "You don't even know if he's into guys."

"He may not be into guys but he's our mate. He'll be into us." Leonard said it with such confidence that, honestly? Isamu found himself believing him.

It didn't mean that Isamu was any more on board with Leonard's stupid bullshit, though. But, he knew all the time spent arguing with Leonard was wasted time.

So, he grabbed the lube next to the bed on the floor and warmed it up on his fingers. Leonard always complained when it was too cold and he didn't want him to complain when he was already stepping on Isamu's nerves.

"Fuuuck, Sam, your fingers are always the best." Leonard groaned a little when Isamu finally started pushing his fingers in, the lube making the insertion smooth and easy.

Mel's fingers were always the hardest to take because they were always so rough and thick. Perks of being a lumberjack, Leonard supposed. But Isamu's fingers were long and lithe; they always seemed to get to the places in Leonard that nobody else could.

"Shit. RIght there, baby, fuck." Leonard buried his face into his arms as the tips of Isamu's fingers brushed against something inside him that made his cock twitch.

Isamu hated that Leonard was enjoying this so much. So, as a little bit of retaliation, he couldn't help but give his ass cheek a little bit of a spank with his free hand.

Leonard was the best to spank out of the three of them. Unlike Mel and Isamu, Leonard had pale skin so, when they hit and bruised him, his skin always turned such pretty vibrant colours.

And he cried so pretty too.

"Fuck, shit, sorry." Leonard's hips did a little aborted thrust like they didn't know whether to grind his cock against the mattress for relief or to push hard against Isamu for more "Shit, Isamuu."

Both of them knew the apology was bullshit but Isamu took it anyway and rubbed a comforting palm against the stinging ass cheek.

It didn't stop him from tapping it again once, twice, thrice, each time harder than the last, trying to remind Leonard that this entire thing really was inconveniencing him just a little bit.

Leonard sobbed each time, the apologies disappearing, replaced with that bratty attitude of his that always demanded things.

"Fucking stop! Shit! Fuck!" He'd curse but he wouldn't pull away, wouldn't actually stop Isamu, would just keep letting his mate fuck his fingers into his ass.

"Okay, shit, I've had enough!" Finally, Leonard pushed his hand back and clawed at Isamu's leg, teeth bared "Push the fucking plug in me or I might push you down and fuck you."

Isamu gulped and nodded a little haltingly. Yeah, this was exactly what he was worried about.

He took his hand off of Leonard's ass cheek to grab the butt plug only to realise that it was cold. So, he put the whole thing in his mouth, saliva coating it and dribbling down the corner of his mouth.

Of course, Leonard watched and he couldn't help but think how erotic Isamu looked taking the thing and licking at it.

It made him want to fuck him even more. Which, of course, made him groan and grind his cock into the rough sheets under him.

"Calm down." Isamu grumbled and took his fingers out of Leonard's ass before finally coating the butt plug with lube and slipping the whole thing into Leonard's ass.

It was mesmerising to watch it slip so easily in and to see the excess lube dribble out.

It was even more unbelievable to watch Leonard get up like nothing ever happened. He didn't even hobble as he angrily cleaned himself up and got dressed.

"Wait! Fuck," Isamu grabbed his pant leg "You said you'd help me out!"

Leonard laughed, all mean-spirited before kneeling beside the bed.

Without even hesitating, he took Isamu's cock into his hand and licked a long stripe, from the base to the tip, before taking the tip into his mouth and suckling on it.

Isamu's head fell back, a strangled moan leaving his throat. "Y-You're not helping!"

Leonard laughed again, lips vibrating around Isamu's tip and causing his hips to jerk up into Leonard's mouth.

In response, Leonard gave a couple of taps on Isamu's hip. Calm down.

"S-Sorry, just-- Fuck, don't-- don't laugh with my p-p-penis in your mouth." Isamu stuttered out, his hand darting out to cup the back of Leonard's neck.

Leonard already knew that but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it. It was always fun to see Isamu freaking out about it, after all.

Still, as an apology, Leonard smoothly took the rest of Isamu's cock down his throat, monster length and all. The slurp of cum, lube and saliva was absolutely obscene.

At least, Isamu thought so as he let the rest of his body fall back, his hand tightening around the back of Leonard's neck, his hips struggling to hold back on fucking the poor guy's throat.

"Fuck, fuck, Leo, fuck."

As suddenly as he did it, though, he was pulling back, slowly sucking and licking as he took out inch after inch. Isamu watched with bated breath as the bulge in Leonard's throat seemed to shift before disappearing completely.

Leonard would kill him one of these days.

"There, all clean." The monster croaked out before clearing his throat and licking his lips like he'd finished a popsicle and not absolutely deepthroated Isamu's cock.

Then, to make matters even worse, Leonard took Isamu by the wrist and cleaned the cum off his hand, his tongue working in between his fingers and lapping at his palm.

"Leo!" Isamu let out another strangled moan, his hips helplessly thrusting into nothing and his cock feebly bobbing around.

"Come on, our mate is literally on the other side of this damn house!" Leonard stood up, dusting himself off before throwing clothes at Isamu, uncaring when they hit him in the face instead of landing on his lap.

Isamu just sighed and obediently put them on, knowing full well that, when Leonard got like this, it was better to let him boss you around than to argue.

That and Isamu was excited too, after all.

Isamu knew the happiness that came with finding another mate. Just finding Mel was a miracle in itself.

He hadn't known that his... condition had been so... trainable and Mel helped him out. To think that they became mates too? It was like fate brought them together.

And then Mother Moon brought them Leonard? It was more than Isamu could ever ask for.

Now, she gave him another gift with you.

So, yes, Isamu nervously followed Leonard, scared out of his mind to see you but also happy and excited and all of these emotions brewing inside of his chest.

And when he saw you? When he looked at you, sitting there at the table, looking at him with those eyes, that handsome sweet smile on your face? He knew, just like how he knew when he saw Mel and when he saw Leonard, that you were his.

"Hello." He wheezed out, unable to really think of anything more intelligent to say.

Especially when you smiled at him like that so brilliantly, like the Sun itself "Hello! You must be Sam, right? Nice to meet you!"

"Isamu." He corrected before realising how stupid that sounded "Y-You can call me Sam."

Then, to make it even worse, like his body wanted to embarrass him, he bowed. He really didn't mean to do it but his body was moving before he could stop himself.

Thoroughly embarrassed (and his cock still hard from both what Leonard had done before and from just seeing you), he scurried away.

"Sam!" He heard Leonard follow after him but he was near tears, knowing that you probably thought he was some stupid idiot or something.

When he showed no signs of stopping, Leonard wrapped his arms around Isamu's waist and tried to pull him to a stop.

Of course, Leonard was no match for someone so buff and tough like Isamu. But, out of respect for Leonard or because he liked doting on him, Isamu almost immediately stopped.

Just as the two of them paused almost right outside the kitchen, they heard your voice, melodic and sweet.

"What's up with all of you and your partners looking supernaturally good-looking?"

Isamu felt his cheeks and his ears grow hot. You didn't think he was some weirdo for being so flustered and embarrassed in front of you?

Leonard sighed and Isamu felt his breath against his ear.

"See, you're fine. You're panicking without thinking again." Leonard whispered against Isamu's ear, his lips tickling the shell of it "Just calm down."

Then, Isamu felt Leonard smirk "Let me help you calm down."

Without warning, Leonard's hand snuck into Isamu's sweatpants and into his boxers, his fingers wrapping around his still hard cock and pulling it out.

There was no lube, of course, and no cum to help so Leonard huffed "Spit."

"W-We-We're right outside--" Isamu tried to protest.

"I said spit." Leonard huffed out again and, knowing Leonard, Isamu just did as he was told, letting a line of his spit drop onto his own cock.

Leonard laughed rather meanly before spreading the spit all over the shaft of Isamu's cock. It still wasn't enough, of course, but it definitely helped.

"Gods, I bet if our mate saw you now..." Leonard let himself trail off and Isamu's hips helplessly jerked forward at the thought.

What, you'd think Isamu was pathetic? That he was disgusting for being turned on just looking at you? That he shouldn't be leaking so much pre-cum while he was being jerked off right outside the room you were in?

Isamu immediately pulled his hand up to his face and bit down on the back of his wrist, trying his hardest not to let out all the pitiful moans and whines he wanted to.

Leonard let out a couple of breathy chuckles as he continued to work Isamu's cock "You're getting off on it, aren't you? I bet you'd really cum hard if he came out and saw you."

Isamu shook his head but the two of them knew he was just denying the truth.

"Listen to his voice while you get off, you pervert." Leonard's free hand suddenly came up to pinch Isamu's face, his thumb and fingers digging into his cheeks.

"Yeah, my girlfriend invited me but then ditched me to go hang out with some buff guy."

"Girlfriend? Ha, you're getting off to a guy with a girlfriend, 'Samu." Leonard jeered, fist clenching a bit harder around Isamu's cock as he did a particularly rough jerk. "What are you going to do about that, Isamu? Our mate has a girlfriend."

Oh no, oh no. The worst part about Leonard was that he knew exactly what buttons to press and he knew exactly how easily Isamu got jealous over his mates.

He didn't even know who your girlfriend was but, Gods, did he want to rip out her throat with his bare teeth.

Isamu's teeth tightened around his own wrist and he futilely fucked into Leonard's fist, trying to chase the high that he felt coiling into his stomach.

Isamu wanted to claim you, wanted to take you away from your girlfriend. She didn't deserve you anyway. Only they did. Only they deserved you, you could only belong to them.

When Isamu came, his entire body bent forwards and he could barely muffle the huffed out moan that left his throat. Leonard himself laughed up a storm and had to cover his mouth.

The cum, of course, splattered all over the floor and Leonard knew he'd have to clean that up.

Isamu was absolutely out of it, his entire body sagging and tired as he panted and groaned.

"Sam, Leo, come here and hang out with our new guest!"

Or they could probably clean it up later.

[lilzyex]

Love calls, Duty echos ☠︎

(Chris Sturniolo)

(Chapter 1)

SUMMARY: Eleanor is a pirate captain, she was born on that ship and dedicated her whole life to that ship. One day they capture a navy guard who ends up being very well respected in the navy due to his family. They keep him for ransom. But what happens next when a pirate falls in love with a guy from the navy?.

(A/N: I still will finish my other fanfic I just had this idea and idk.. I need to write this asap. Also I love pirates. ALSO NO USE OF Y/N CBA TO WRITE THAT IM SORRYYY BUT JUST PRETEND UR ELEANOR OR SMTH 🙏🏼 just don’t skip this just bc it’s not y/n)

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, fighting swearing?? (Idk some ppl add this as a warning 😖🙏🏼)

Eleanor sat in her chair impatiently waiting for most of her crew to come back to the ship. Hopefully returning back safely with useful stuff they could later trade in another destination.

She looked at her map pinned against the wall infront of her already planning the travel they had in mind to Europe.

Suddenly she hears yells coming from outside the boat and she feels a soft shift. The boat was leaving quickly. Something probably went wrong.

She hears an unknown yell from outside it sounded younger then the rest of the people on board.

That’s what made her quickly stand up from her seat and quickly walk out of the cabin

When she opens the door to her shock she sees one of the guards from the navy being held at gun point

Before they could shoot the bulllet Eleanor yelled “hey!!!” Getting their attention.

“Don’t kill him. He’s from the navy right?” She looks the brunette guy up and down noticing his uniform

“We could use him for ransom.” She smirked

“Elena do you think they would care for a random guy in the navy? No. They’d shoot our boat down!” One of the older guys said.

“George he’s not just a guy from the navy.” She scoffs walking up to the navy guy.

“He’s from the leaders family. Sturniolo right?” She looks down at him

“Which one are you?” She asks. The guy didn’t give her a answer

“Answer me or that bullet goes through ur head.” She says

“Christopher.” He says hesitantly.

“The youngest.” She smirks “see? They will do anything to get him back safe and alive.” She looks up at George

“Well what should we do with him?” George asks.

“Tie him up. I’ll get the word out and after our next stop we’ll get our money”

“Fine but he’s your fucking responsibility”

An hour later Eleanor decided to visit Chris

She walks up to the edge of the ship where he was sitting

“So chris right?” She sits across him. He looks at her not saying a word “how’s the navy” she asks sarcastically

Chris scoffs “really?” He rolls his eyes looking away from her “hey. I saved your life navy boy” She reminds him.

“Yeah for money.” He says

“What you expect me to tell you I saved you because I found you cute or something? That I fell in love with you the moment I saw you? Yes of course for the fucking money mate.” She chuckles

“You should be thanking me instead. If I didn’t notice you yelling I probably wouldn’t even come out of the cabin and you’d be tossed in the sea.”

He looks at her again “how long am I gonna be tied up for?”

“Maybe when I trust you. Making sure you don’t jump off the ship or attack someone here.” She says

“I won’t. Look I’ve given up.”

Eleanor notices blood on his left arm his uniform being ripped apart

“Oh I didn’t notice that.” She looks at his arm

She felt bad for him. Not knowing the reason behind it, she never felt remorse for people outside the crew

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She says hesitantly untying his hands immediately when she did she held his other arm firmly so he wouldn’t do anything stupid

Chris sat in his chair inside the cabin looking around.

Eleanor walked up to him with a soaked up cloth while she waits for Chris . Chris looks at her with confusion.

“Yeah I’m not using this cloth to wash your damn uniform am I?” Eleanor snaps at him

“Oh. Right” Chris said taking off his uniform leaving him in a tank top

Eleanor slowly puts the cloth on the injured part of his arm while Chris hisses “Don’t be a baby.” She said looking at him for a split second

“I don’t think water is gonna help much.” He says “well this is all we fucking got so trust the process and pray that it doesn’t get infected” she says sarcastically.

“What’s your name?” He asks

“Eleanor.”

“Ellie. I like that name.” He smiles gently

She flinch moving the cloth away from the wound. She’s surprised no one ever called her Ellie, she didn’t know if she liked it or not. But it sounded soft.

She notices Chris staring down at her and she quickly started cleaning the wound

“Don’t call me that.” She said firmly “why not?” He asked

“Nobody calls me Ellie.”

“Well I’ll be the first”

[milflewis]

Gewis + lewis helps George sleep after a terrible race weekend

idk what this is but i’ve been toying with the idea of a soul bond/emotion based telepathy/force bond thing between teammates and this was Fun

Lewis doesn’t do anything as obvious as move in his seat or wince openly, but the corners of his eyes tighten slightly as the meeting drags on.

George apologises internally, cursing when all that does is make the lines around Lewis’s mouth deepen. He tries to focus on what James is saying, on the positives that they can take from the race earlier today.

Obsessing over what went wrong — what he does wrong and what this costs them — always gives him tension headaches, starting behind his eyes and spreading down his neck.

George can feel it already. He’s gotten better at noticing them after becoming teammates with Lewis, catching when they get bad enough that they start to affect the bond between them, hurting Lewis too, and then feeding back into George.

He puts his hands in his lap, uncurling them from their fists, and breathes in. Alex hugged him earlier today, quick and warm, and stayed there, arm heavy on George’s shoulders. Lily had only smiled, walking beside them, chatting away about this new book she is reading. George had made Charles laugh in the presser, nose scrunching up. He had qualified sixth and even though the incident at the start of the race was his fault, he’d still managed to fight his way back to fifth. Lewis had not been affected.

It could’ve been worse, he thinks. You could’ve been worse.

He exhales. Lewis’s shoulders relax ever so slightly, the thrumming pain behind George’s eyes easing up a little.

—

His phone buzzes. George closes his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut. Please don’t let it be —

Lewis: man are you ok

Fuck. George squints against the bright screen, turning it down as low as it’ll go.

Of course it’s Lewis.

George: Yeah. Sorry about this, mate. I know you probably want to get to sleep.

Lewis: it’s fine dw about it

Lewis: you’ve had a long day

It’d be easier if Lewis wasn’t as nice about it. It’d be easier if he was fucking honest for once.

The Lewis presence in the back of his head quietens for a moment before stilling, going calm and clear as the sea on a windless day. The bond that teammates have to forge between them ever since Prost and Senna doesn’t translate actual thoughts but George doesn’t know how that last one felt like and isn’t sure he wants to.

Lewis: would you like sum help

Lewis: to sleep

George blinks.

His head is still silent. He can feel Lewis holding his breath. Or maybe that’s just him.

George: Sure.

His dad always did say don’t look a gift horse in its mouth.

Lewis: cool

Lewis: be at ur room in ten

George sends back a thumbs up. Not a ripple.

—

Sometimes George wants to ask Valtteri if Lewis was this in control with him, if he only ever got bits and pieces of the real Lewis right after a race or when he’s sleepy and laughing early in the morning at headquarters.

Even during the off season and in between races when Lewis surrounds himself with people that love him, he is muffled and dampened in George’s head, like he’s under water.

He wonders if this is a post-Rosberg thing.

Valtteri gets this steely eyed look whenever anyone asks him what being teammates with Lewis was like back in the beginning, whether it’s reporters or fans or other drivers, and refuses to properly answer.

George is also slightly worried that it isn’t a Rosberg thing or a Lewis thing, but a Lewis-because-of-George thing.

He imagines asking Valtteri if he thinks that Lewis wants him in his head, and would rather drive for Redbull.

—

“So,” George starts, stepping back so Lewis can squeeze past him. “How exactly are you going to help me sleep?”

The words come out with a bite to them. George is very tired. He also doesn’t have the mental fortitude right now to be able to deal with Lewis Hamilton in rumpled sweats that hang low on his hips and an oversized hoodie with any kind of decorum. He has sweater paws for fuck’s sake. George kind of wants to die.

Lewis only half smiles, unfazed, and why would he be? He’s been teammates with people like Rosberg and Fernando, driven with Sebastian and Michael and Webber. How would George ever be a threat when compared to them?

Lewis reaches up behind him and tugs his jumper up over his neck. His braids are a little mussed when he resurfaces, stomach and chest bare to the world. Lewis only looks at him, settling his weight further into the ground, hips tilting forward.

George has had dreams that start like this.

“I thought you said getting involved with a teammate was a bad idea.” His own voice sounds distant to him, something in his chest aching faintly with the memory. He had never been so embarrassed.

Lewis raises an eyebrow. He looks confused unsure what to do with whatever George is broadcasting to him. “It is. This isn’t getting involved. This is helping you sleep, which will help me sleep.”

He shrugs. There are pillow creases faintly lining one cheek and his eyes are hooded. “Think of it as team bonding if you want.”

“Right.” George swallows, and then does it again, mouth dry. “And have you done this before? With teammates?”

Lewis doesn’t lose his relaxed stance and the sea in George’s head doesn’t shiver, but it deepens slightly. George feels like he’s looking down into it, ready to jump, but doesn’t know how shallow it is or where the rocks are.

Then, “Jenson doesn’t like sleeping in beds that aren’t his. Finds it difficult. And I need my sleep.”

And suddenly, the sea is back to just being a sea.

George nods. “Makes sense.”

“I guess.”

Charles would tell him this is a bad idea. So would Alex. Pierre would be unbelievably furious that this happened to George and not him. Yuki would only laugh and tell George he thinks too much and should feel things more.

“I’m wrecked, mate, and so fucking sick of counting sheep.”

Lewis laughs quietly, the soft sound smoothening out his face. You shouldn’t be allowed to be better looking now than you were years ago, taped up on my bedroom wall, George thinks, and exhales.

“Might be better if you sit on the bed, man,” Lewis says and George nods again. There is a buzzing starting up in his ears and his toes curl into the carpet.

“Yeah, yeah, cool.” The bed sinks a little under him when he sits down. He’s already half hard in his pyjama shorts, has been since he caught onto the idea of how exactly Lewis would be helping him sleep, and sitting down just pulls the material tighter, making it obvious.

Lewis doesn’t say anything, just climbs into his lap, knees on either side of him, a heavy weight that presses George into the sheets. It’s oddly grounding, helping George think clearer, and then Lewis grinds down and George’s whole brain whites out for a second.

“You want to stop, you say so.” Lewis’s hand is on his jaw, big and warm, fingers splayed across his cheek, his thumb in the corner of George’s mouth.

George nods, hips twitching up, trying to find any kind of friction. But Lewis shifts to the side, pinning George’s legs. His eyes are wide and serious.

“You’ll say stop,” he repeats. “And I’ll stop. No drama. Nothing. I’ll stop, yeah?”

“Yeah.” George’s voice comes out raspy. “Yeah, I’ll say stop and you’ll stop.”

Lewis nods, tapping his fingers along George’s cheekbone. “Good boy,” he says and holy fucking shit. Lewis laughs, shaking his head, and sitting back on George’s knees.

George would complain but then Lewis is licking a hand — Christ — and shoving it down his pants and wrapping it around George’s dick and that is so much better.

George lifts his hips and Lewis uses his other hand to pull down George’s shorts until his dick is free. He closes his eyes at the sight of it in Lewis’s hand, shuddering.

He’s exhausted and still amped up from the race earlier, frustrated with himself and the stupid fucking mistake that nearly cost him the weekend. He knows he won’t last long. He knows Lewis knows this.

“It’s alright,” Lewis murmurs, dragging his hand up, tightening his fist as he gets to the top. “Let me hear you.” He runs a light nail over the foreskin there and George curses. the spark of pain heating up his stomach. He tries to squirm away but Lewis holds him steady, fingers digging into his hip. His head knocks against George’s, sweaty and damp.

He soothes over the sting with a gentle thumb, smearing around the pre come gathered there. George groans, letting his head fall forward until it’s resting against Lewis’s shoulder, nose smushed into his chest. When Lewis laughs, it rumbles through George as it lights up that little space in his head. The sea is rippling, water sloshing up against the shore. It feels warm on George’s toes.

“There you go,” Lewis says and starts to slowly jerk George off, pressing down with his palm every now and then, callouses catching and pulling.

George’s head fills with static and his stomach is buzzing with bees and he’s never loved sex, never dying for an orgasm. He hates the unpredictability of it all, hates how out of control he feels, hates how much he needs it.

Lewis smells of sweat and soap and perfume and still, vaguely, under it all, like fuel and oil and the car. George blinks back tears. Let me feel you, he thinks, and dips his hands into the water.

He tries to fuck up into Lewis’s hood but he only huffs and settles his weight heavier onto him.

“Haven’t you ever heard of relaxing, man?” Lewis asks, inexplicably fond, and George goes to protest because of course, he knows how to relax, but then Lewis speeds up his rhythm and well, that’s what George was looking for in the first place so —

When George comes, it hits him like a freight train, mind blanking out and knees weakening, despite him sitting down. He comes to, dazed and loose limbed. He feels freshly fucked out, all liquid, except for the fact that all he’s had is a handjob. A handjob given to him by Lewis fucking Hamilton. Oh god.

“Jesus,” Lewis is saying, peering at him. “Are you, like, incapable of not thinking or something?”

He wipes his hand on George’s shorts, grimacing. He still sounds fond, faintly amused.

“Shut up,” George says, flopping back onto the bed, flushing.

Lewis laughs, patting his knee before climbing off him, unfairly graceful. It’s only when he steps away, bending to pick up his jumper and pulling it back on, that something clicks in George’s brain, rebooting. He sits up, propping himself on his elbows.

“Do you not,” he starts before stopping. “Do you not want help with that?” He gestures lamely at Lewis’s dick, which is tenting the front of his sweatpants. He’s only half hard, George can tell, used to the shape it makes in Lewis’s fireproofs when he’s won.

There are faint wet marks on the front, darkening the grey material. George wonders if that’s from him or Lewis. The thought makes his head spin.

Lewis waves a hand, ringless and bare, loose at the wrist. That hand was on my dick, George thinks, a touch hysterically.

“Don’t worry about it, man. This was for you. Anyway,” he says, tapping a knuckle against his forehead. “It felt good, you know?”

George doesn’t really know, only getting flashes and snippets of what Lewis felt, but he nods.

“Sweet dreams,” Lewis grins, tipping him a wink before slipping out of the door. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off.

George lies back down, throwing an arm over his eyes. He kicks his shorts off the rest of the way, using them to wipe himself down before throwing them into the bathroom, the door wide open. He grabs one end of the duvet and wraps it around himself like a cocoon.

He imagines that it smells like Lewis and falls asleep before the twelfth sheep.

[infiniteorangethethird]

(kskdkrkekd ignore my ask before i sent it on accident before i could finish it)

hiiii we haven't talked in a bit so this is me popping by

how have you been doing? :)

i have finished reading hamlet so i am going to reread i fell in love with hope any day now and give you your promised highly detailed essay. yay? also i have been seeing a therapist, idk if i told you about that and i'm pretty sure that's a yay!! she's very nice

question time!! i miss your aro fic so i decided to ask something regarding that. firstly, can i ask why are there different mating systems? like, what is the in-world explanation and/or what is the narrative purpose? (idk if that's too much spoiler, you can just answer in private if you want or not answer at all, whatever you seem fit)

other question is about björn bc i love him. does he like musicals too?? i know you said you, yourself are not that into theatre but if yes, do you have an idea what types of musicals would be his fav?

that's all for now i think. you answer when you answer, if you want to at all - as always. no pressure!!

bye-bye (´^_^)ノ

hiiiii sorry this took me so long to get around to, I've finally started on my summer job and I can count my free seconds on just one hand 😭 otherwise I'm mostly fine, bit preoccupied with getting obsessed over various crochet projects and trying not to lose my sanity over them lmao

oh I am so looking forward to that essay of yours, it's been a hot moment since I read I fell in love with hope so perhaps this is a call for me to reread it as well. I'd say we should do a race to see who can finish sooner but I get the feeling neither of us needs any kind of extra stress right now, lol. And I'm glad to hear you found a good therapist! I remember you mentioned you were looking for one, so happy to hear that turned out nicely!

Imma be honest, it's been a hot moment since I thought abt my aro fic 😅 other projects came up and then I started working on Absolutely Nothing At All, so that one has been kinda put on the backburner lately - it's probably a good thing you're reminding me of it, then. Tbh I don't remember if I had any specific reason for multiple mating systems, I think I just wanted to represent many of them to say: no, the problem isn't with one specific system, the problem is with the idea itself. Then again I have been considering going through every idea I had thus far again and sort of "restarting" bc I wasn't entirely happy with what I came up with thus far, so who knows. Maybe next time you ask I will stick with just one system lol.

Oh yeah Björn is a really funny guy I love him too, for some reason I imagine he would be the type of person who loves musicals but purely for their music, and otherwise has zero clue as to what the musical is actually about. He would listen to the soundtrack on 24/7 loop but if someone came up to him like "actually this musical is about [plot]" he would give you the most confused surprised pikachu face. (What kind would be his favorite, I am honestly not sure)

man I really should think about getting back to writing this Thang I have been putting it off for so long I'm already forgetting things about it 😭

Anyway, how are you doing? I hope everything's going fine with you this summer break and that ur resting at least a little bit (and that your brain hasn't boiled yet in the heat lmao). Doing anything interesting lately?

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 7: when he knows his frank ocean

IRL, TWITTER & INSTAGRAM!

* planety/n has just started a live !

‘grwm + q&a’

“hey everyone!” you said while placing your phone on your vanity.

you had just started an instagram live because you were getting ready to go to dinner for sasha’s birthday.

“how are you guys?”

rorymp4: good

user2: great wby

alanabanana: AMAZING

connieslovergirl: better now that ur live

“i’m good, thanks for asking. so, i’m getting ready for sasha’s birthday dinner, and i’m bored as shit so ask me some questions. ” you told your audience, before putting primer onto your face.

willowxoxo asked: whats ur fav song

“it changes all the time, but right now it’s definitely novacane by frank ocean.”

baby_girlmaya asked: are u and eren talking

you paused blending in your foundation and raised your eyebrows. “define talking,”

user69 asked: how old are u

“i’m currently 19!”

this went on for a couple more minutes. your viewers sent questions, and you answered them while doing your makeup. you enjoyed interacting with your fans.

jaegerbomb asked: where are you going

you stopped applying your blush and did a double take at the username.

“he’s so obsessed with me y’all,” you said before jokingly tucking your hair behind your ear.

user8: ADD HIM

ynssugarbaby: ADD HIM

“should i add him for real, y’all?”

haileyhatesu: YES ADD HIM

gawkgawkgod: ADD HIM PLS

addicted2u: we need some more eren x y/n content add him

jaegerbomb: add me

* sent request to jaegerbomb!

* jaegerbomb has joined!

soon, eren’s face appeared on the bottom half of the livestream. he was sitting in the same spinning chair that he was sat in during the omegle video, with the infamous shelf behind him. his hair was up, and he wore a plain black t-shirt with his gold key chain on top.

“hi y/n” he greeted with a smile.

iluvsza: LMFAO SHE ACTUALLY ADDED HIM

_.serenity: HES SO FINE

DrxG29: his smile bro i folded

“hey stranger,” you said, smiling, before placing liquid blush onto your cheeks. “how are you?”

“better now that i’m talking to you.”

you giggled and rolled your eyes. “you’re mad corny”

nightwingsbf: y/n: “you’re corny” also y/n: 😁

“so, are you doing anything later?” you asked.

“nothing exciting. probably gonna shower and watch a movie with my mates or something.”

“sounds chill. hope you enjoy it.”

“thank you, love. i hope you enjoy your night as well.”

“thanks.” you said while smiling.

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you rolled your eyes at connie’s comments. “bro. when i see your loser ass.” you applied highlighter onto various areas of your face before continuing.

“guys, imma end the live here. hope you guys enjoyed. eren i’ll text you later and say bye.”

“bye y/n’s fans!”

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hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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[carlisles-girl]

OMG UR CAIUS FIC WAS SO GOOD COULD YOU DO SOMETHING AB ARO PLEASE

a/n: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to write for Aro, he’s one of my favourite characters, more so because of Michael Sheen’s performance. I put a slight reference to something in this, you might catch it if you know other projects Michael Sheen has been in, but you might not, and that’s alright. Hope you enjoy <3

another a/n: I did put one or two feminine terms in this work, such as ‘mia regina’ which is ‘my queen’ in Italian, so do skip over it or replace it with something else if you’d like. I love writing this type of material in the middle of my classes, it adds so much adrenaline to not get caught.

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Aro Volturi With A Human Mate

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Instead of being angry and frustrated like Caius, Aro was more excited.

Like as if he was getting ready for a big party.

A human for a mate was inevitable for some vampires, of course, but Aro didn’t expect to be included in the some.

He was excited since it was rare for such high profile vampires to socialize with humans.

Aro often gushed to his brothers, excited to meet you, but also for them to meet you.

He wanted to host a ball for your welcome.

But Marcus noted that it would probably be slightly frightening for you to be in a room full of vampires.

Most of the vampires would look at you as if you were some sort of a snack.

Because it Marcus’ comment, Aro assumed it would be a greater choice to send an invitation to a tour of the castle.

Free of cost, of course.

When you had received the invitation, you were beyond excited.

An invitation to a tour of an ancient castle with endless legends, for free?

Absolutely.

The tour was the next day, so of course you were slightly nervous.

When the tour commenced, a very pretty woman named Heidi lead the tour group.

She began to speak of secrets of the castle, as well as secret corridors and legends.

Some things a normal tour guide would most likely have no idea about.

Heidi then looked in your direction, and smiled brightly at you.

“It’s very lovely here. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Just when she had finished her sentence, she opened the doors where there were three men sitting in thrones, and what seemed to be 4 guards.

The man who sat in the middle, greeted everyone and began speaking greatly of the castle.

He had only stopped when he motioned for your tour guide, Heidi, to come forward.

She did as told, and held her hand out towards him.

You would have thought it was to greet him, but it seemed like he was concentrated, or zoned out.

“Magnifico! I will get Demetri to escort them.” (Translation: “Magnificent! I will get Demetri to escort them.”

A man who you assumed was Demetri, walked in your direction.

“Come with me, all will be alright, rest assured. However, do not look behind you.”

You went with him, doing as he said, but immediately turned around when the rest of the tour began screaming.

“What the hell was that?!”

Demetri just grabbed your wrist and brought you upstairs.

“Just stay in here, I’ve been instructed to keep you under my eye. Aro will explain everything to you.”

“Aro?”

“The man who sat in the middle throne.”

You nodded, and decided to sit on one of the window seats.

You wanted to ask Demetri as many questions as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to bother him, or disrupt him from his job.

When the door had opened and Demetri bid his farewells, you had turned around and saw Aro.

“You must be Y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, and you’re Aro?”

“I am, I assume you have a good amount of questions?”

You nodded, and Aro moved swiftly but smoothly towards the opposite side of the window seat.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He sat opposite to you, and smiled slightly at you.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, or the others. You’re the most safe you could ever be in the castle. I promise you, I will keep you safe.”

“May I ask why the rest of the tourists were screaming when I left?”

“I sense that that question should be answered later, appropriately.”

You were slightly frightened as to what the final answer would be, it could be anything.

Perhaps there was a reenactment of the past after you had been escorted, one of the tourists got pushed and the rest screamed since one of them fell, or the worst:

They were murdered.

“I feel like I already know what happened.”

“I sense that you do know, too. I will tell you everything in a moment. But for now, would you care to lend me your hand?”

You trusted Aro, though you were positive your ancestors were screaming from above or below not to trust him.

You held your hand out in front of him, and before he held your hand in his own, he asked for permission or something else.

“I want you to think of the happiest memory you have stored in your mind, I will describe it to you. I will not see anything else besides the things you want to show me, unless I have your permission.”

You thought of a memory, and then placed your hand in Aro’s palm.

He covered the back of your hand with the palm of his other hand, then he began telling you small details of your chosen memories you had even forgotten about.

When he was finished, he brought his head up from looking down, and smiled at your face of bewilderment.

“That is so cool! Is that like your superhero power?”

Aro smiled widely at your interest in his gift, and began explaining what his was.

“I have a gift, it’s called tactile telepathy. I can read everyone’s thoughts and memories with a single touch. The others in this coven have multiple different gifts, they help keep us safe.”

“So you’re all like superheroes?”

“Vampires, darling.”

After that, Aro enjoyed seeing your memories whenever you two were apart for some sort of time.

Especially say you were having a difficult time attempting to explain something to him, he would hold your hand and immediately understand what you were trying to say.

“I understand you, cara mia. I always will.”

And he was right, he understands you in every way possible.

Aro memorized your body language on how you react to different things, as well as your facial expressions.

When you’re uncomfortable with something, he will do absolutely everything in his power to make you comfortable.

Aro will burn down the entire world for you.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you best believe that Aro set up the most lavish and comfortable room for you.

The best and most comfortable bed, of course.

You lay down on his chest, and he brushes the hair out of your face, admiring your tired eyes looking back at him.

“Would you like for me to read to you, dearest?”

You nodded your head, and Aro would get up from wherever he was seated, swiftly retrieve a book, lay back down next to you, and begin reading.

He loved having you hold his hand while he read, it lets him see what you’re imagining the scene that he’s reading to you.

And when you fell asleep while he was reading, he would be so very content.

You curled up next to him, sound asleep on his chest.

Aro adored seeing what you were dreaming.

He loved how humans brains worked while they were sleeping, keeping your mind entertained with multiple little scenarios.

When you woke up, however, Aro would prefer to have you describe your dreams, if you remembered them.

He loved to learn more about humans, especially in the modern age.

And you loved to learn more about vampires, especially in the ancient times.

Aro would often tell you stories of each coven he encountered, his old family and friends, and his past human life.

As much as he wants you to be changed into a vampire like the rest, he can’t help but smile whenever you got slightly nervous around him, stuttering over your words, and hiding your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

He pays attention to little details about you.

Especially your eyes.

Even the shade of your eyes stops him from changing you. Your eyes wouldn’t be as unique anymore, they’d be the same red as everyone else’s.

“You have the most magnificent shade of colour in your eyes, mia regina. I simply cannot get enough of them.”

Being absolute best friends with Demetri.

But wherever Demetri was, Felix wasn’t too far behind.

You three are like a troublemaker trio, always causing trouble and pulling pranks on different members of the guard.

Never Jane or Alec, though. Unless it was a scheduled board game night or something along the lines.

Which Alec loved to take away different players senses, allowing him to cheat in the games you’d play.

He doesn’t do it all the time, though.

Marcus was a lot more welcoming towards you, perhaps more than anyone else.

Whenever Aro couldn’t, he’d show you different areas of the castle you hadn’t seen yet, and would give you wonderful pieces of advice along the way.

“Remember to stay true to yourself, never let anyone think for you.”

Aro will spoil you insanely.

If you mention a specific piece of clothing even once, you better expect that when you wake up the next morning, Aro has an elegantly wrapped package placed at the foot of your bed with a note written in fine handwriting.

“Mia amato, I have seen you speak of this article of fabric, and I have gone out of my way to make sure you have every little thing you admire. I need you to be the happiest you can possibly be. Please accept my gift, and meet me by the gardens by noon. I’ll see you then. Cordialmente, Aro.”

You two have annual walks throughout the garden, usually during golden hour. The sun still above, but setting at the same time, making it seem like Aro was made of a trillion Tiffany Yellow Diamonds.

He loved finding a flower that suited your mood for the day, and putting it behind your ear.

“My beautiful.”

You two often walked either arm in arm, or hand in hand, but sometimes you would hold him closer with your arm wrapped around his waist, your head leaning on his side or shoulder.

Often times, when the moon is visible, you would slow dance together, looking at each other with smiles on your faces, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Usually, Aro would come back into the castle around 2 in the morning, carrying your sleeping self up to your shared room, after you had fallen asleep on his shoulder while sitting in the garden.

The rest of the kings and guards would be predominantly more happy than from before you had arrived.

You had given Aro something to look forward to after trials and mountains of work, something he didn’t have for hundreds of years.

Though, Caius was still slightly jealous of you.

You had practically stolen one, if the not the most, needed member of the vampire world. Aro was nearly as focused on you than he was on trials and legislature.

He’d warm up to you eventually.

At least, you hoped.

Speaking of trials, you wanted to sit in and watch the trials, to see what it was about, and how it worked.

You knew the most of it, of course, Aro had already told you. But you wanted to see it live.

Aro was quick to say no, he didn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, killed.

He understood what would happen to him if his mate was killed, Marcus was the example. He couldn’t even bear the thought of you not being by his side.

Though, you owning the key to his heart, convinced him to let you watch, letting both Jane and Alec stay on either side of you, protecting you if anything were to go wrong.

You would usually sit on Aro’s lap, and then the throne when he had to see what was truly going on by using his gift.

Jane usually stood on the left of the throne, and Alec on the right.

Mainly since Caius sat on the throne in the left, and Jane loved to torture the criminals.

He loved the front seat view.

Constant look backs of reassurance to make sure that you’re alright.

Nearly always having your hand in his.

Forehead kisses.

Constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

Getting the absolute best care in the world, health wise especially.

When Aro proposed, it was in the bedroom the both of you share, and he was reading some poetry to you.

All was going swell, and then he got to one page.

“I can write no stately poem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land.

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.”

At the end, you were leaned up closer to him, looking at him in awe.

He closed the book, and placed it aside gracefully, before leaning slightly closer to you. Placing his hands overs yours.

“Do you remember who wrote that, cara mia?”

“I do. That’s Oscar Wilde, right?”

“That’s right. There’s so much I want to say to you, especially in this particular moment, but I don’t think there’s enough words to express my love and affection towards you. I’ve known you for a little while, and I can feel the bond between us, and I know you can feel it, too. The universe has guided us together, and I am so very thankful for every second we have spent together, and I’m even more thankful for the rest of eternity we have. However, I am the most thankful of the fact that I have the most gorgeous human as a mate. I love you so much, anima mia. Will you do me the best thing that could ever happen to me in my thousands of years, and marry me?”

You said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t?

You leaned over to press your lips against his, as he held one side of your face with one hand, and the other hand slid a ring on your ring finger.

While Aro wanted an extremely lavish wedding, with all the diamonds in the world, you wanted something more of a homely essence.

So you compromised, and had a bit of both.

Aro invited nearly every vampire to the wedding, wanting to show you off in every way he could.

The Denali’s, Cullens, Irish coven, everyone was invited.

Except for the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan. Not trusting them to be in your presence.

The wedding was held in the garden, the arch where Aro stood had your favourite flowers intertwining around it, with diamonds pressed in the centre of each individual flower.

Demetri walked you down the isle, smiling proudly when he handed you over to Aro.

Proud that his leader had finally found true love, and that one of his best friends is finally where they need to be.

After the official wedding ceremony, the rest of the night and day were spent smiling and showing off each other to the guests.

When the night ended, it was finally time for you to be changed to a vampire.

Aro sat by the bed were sitting on, making sure that you were absolutely ready to be converted to a vampire for the rest of eternity.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

You nodded your head, and Aro took one final look into your coloured eyes, attempting to remember every small detail of them.

Aro then moved your hair away from your neck, before placing his lips over where he would finally bite down and turn you immortal.

“Just say when, and I’ll see you after.”

[iuwon]

ok i ran out of things to say already I DONT SPAM ASK BOXES OFTEN so i’ll give u a moot game to do 😁😁 this is unoriginal but assign ur mutuals tropes so we can bring a little deluluism from twitter to tumblr

AUHHHH A MOOT GAME😍 this is so sexy of u i love ur brain SAWRY IM GONNA TAKE A WHILE TO ANSWER THIS

@jaeyunverse — you know that trope where the kpop idol goes undercover on twitter, so like undercover kpop idol x fan. YEAH, like whenever i see those tropes i just can’t see anyone who’d suit the role better than you i’m being so serious, like your personality radiates this vibe that makes a person want to get to know you more. i can envision a whole smau and you’d make the whole thing SO FUN i’ll be the side internet best friend who comments under ur every tweet

@tyunni — IDK IF THIS IS A TROPE but you know the plot wherein they’re oblivious to the fact that they’re in love with each other so their whole story is just their own friends trying to give them signs that the other likes them, and then both of their friends teaming up until they’re in the brink of just straight up telling them bc you guys are not getting the hint IT’D BE SO CUTE AND FUNNY GIGGLES

@yjwfav — THE PREVIOUS BULLY TURNED INTRO NICE DUDE TROPE. like don’t get me wrong, they wouldn’t actually be a bully, just someone who was misunderstood. this is so random but i would do anything just to see that trope with nadia😁 the conflict and confusion and misunderstandings i feel like slow burn really fits you SO SO SO WELL like do u guys see it cause i see it so clearly THIS TROPE JUST FITS YOU SO WELL IM SORRY

@fairybinie — THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TROPE WAS MADE FOR U SHUT UP the slow burn and tension and hints and everything like i can envision this already and having u talk to me about it on twt dms and my hand would be over my mouth and all I DON’T EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF

@s-uwu-binie — THE BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE WOULD BE SO SO SO CUTE ON YOU MY ASAWA😭 or like the whole aspect of first love and🥺 it would be so wholesome and fluffy like having a best friend and a lover at the same time THIS WOULD BE SO PERFECT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

@iyeonjuni — honestly the only trope i can really see on you is the love triangle trope LMSSMDNDNXD I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT just two people pining after you 😍😍 OR MORE we Never know but i really see that on you, i also see like one of them being someone from the past and then comes back as the one who got away, so you’re stuck in between choosing. i just cannot explain why .

@enhayos — I DO NOT KNOW WHY BUT I REALLY REALLYYY NEEDED TO PUT THIS: the trope wherein the both of you have changed and your relationship is on the edge so you’re just trying to find your way back to each other. GRRRRHHHHH THIS IS THE PERFECT TROPE FOR YOU ???? I’M SORRY IF IM WRONG BUT I JUST SEE THIS HAPPENING IF EVER

@junityy — the seat mates trope. I LOVE IT SM just hear me out and imagine this: seatmates. always paired up with each other. LIKE THEY COULD BE LOUD AF OR WAYYY TOO QUIET OR WHTVR BUT THIS WOULD BE SO SO SO CUTE UEUEUEUEUE😭😭 like them having this very obvious liking towards u and like to them everything is about you so like they’d notice all the little things about you and pick up your little habits or moods ok ill stop

@yyx2 — the enemies to lovers trope, honestly. this would be so sexy. like i wouldn’t say that you guys would be enemies but you guys wouldn’t exactly like each other and would disagree w/ each other a lot. you guys would be in the fine line between liking and disliking e/o it’d be so juicy HAUSHSHSBDH

@yeoforce — roommates to lovers but you guys are rivals that’s the spiciest trope so far. the tension, the awkward moments, the questionable moments I’D BE SO FUN AND SPICY i’m already envisioning scenarios I WONT EXPLAIN INTO DETAIL BC U DONT OPEN TUMBLR ANW

@ksjluvrbot — new url i lov it anw ur trope would be the amnesia trope like u forgot about your s/o and the memories so it’s a whole slow burn I FEEL LIKE IT SUITS U fr you’d be so skeptical of them at first and definitely avoidant because ur like WHO TF IS THIS DUDE GET HIM AWAY, but they’re very persistent towards you so you slowly get to notice all the little things they do yadayda I WON’T GO INTO DETAIL EITHER BC U DON’T ALSO OPEN TUMBLR

me when i don’t know who else to add i’m just tagging people off the top of my head I’M SORRY IF I DIDN’T ADD YOU😭

[anakinniesluv]

Awake.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan × fem!Omaticaya!bestfriend!reader

Warnings/tags: fluffy, neteyam getting exposed, mentions of pain/bruises, Neteyam is aged up for the purpose of veing able to choose a mate, laughing n kicking my feet rn bye

Summary: you are much more conscious than Neteyam thinks.

Context: reader got hurt the night before, neteyam layer with her as she fell asleep. Set on awa’atlu.

Notes: I FINALLY got this posted. I had this almost done and then tumblr did that annoying thingy where it deletes ur draft for no reason like r u tryna catch these hands rn. After that I just didn't have much motivation to write it and I had classes n shi. Also so so sorry to @summeroxx for this taking so long!! <33

(Also creds to random notion makers for the divider lol)

You dont know when exactly you fell asleep. You remember laying in his arms and feeling his warmth, sculpting out every detail on his face as if you were about to make a painting. Then the next thing you can think of was darkness.

Your peace is disrupted by the not-so-quiet footsteps and whispering that sounds more like an everlasting voice crack on a normal volume voice.

"Are you sure she's okay?shouldn't she be up right now?" An all too familiar voice asks.

"Leave her alone, Neteyam. Her sleeping is not in any way bad. Back off before you wake her up and she plucks your eyeballs from your head herself," the all so wonderful kiri tells him off.

Neteyam scoffs, and silence follows after. You rest in quiet for a minute, only hearing the light scrapes of Kiri grinding an herb and the pleasant clicking of animals outside. It must be early, you think.

Neteyam must have been staring, because you hear what sounds to be a light tap on skin followed by Kiri's voice. "You practically have txe'lans (hearts) bulging from your eyes, Neteyam. Spare the girl from your pining for the short while she sleeps." Kiri says, teasing Neteyam and triggering him to send a playful smack to her arm.

"Seriously bro. Either ask her out or stop grossing us out with your little romance in denial." Another voice speaks from the entry. Lo'ak.

"Shut up, skxawng! What if she's awake!?" Neteyam has a strong reaction, and it takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at the irony, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kiri.

You hear Kiri grab something, before feeling the presence of her beside you as she lifts up your bandages to check your wounds. She leans over your head, asking it appear to the others that she is simply getting a better angle to check you over.

To your surprise, she leans close to your ear and whispers, "I know you're awake. This is enough proof that your love is requited, yes?"

You nearly start choking. We're you being that obvious?

Before you even fully process her words, she gets up. "She is healing very well. She should be fully recovered in a couple days." She says. Just then, you pretend to just be waking.

"Oh! You're awake, finally." Neteyam says once he notices you supposed recent consciousness. "Wow, 'tey. Thanks for being so happy to see me." You joke.

You sit up with your legs on the ground, stretching your arms before standing up and stretching your legs. You cannot manage to pull your eyes away from Neteyam. You had really been pining over him only to find out so far in that he feels the same?

Kiri walks towards the exit, stopping to whisper to Lo'ak, before taking the shocked looking boy outside. You are now alone with Neteyam.

What are you supposed to say? Do you tell him? Do you ignore it? Your mind is filled with thousands of panicked thoughts before your trance is broken by the one that causes them.

"How do you feel?" He asks. It's a simple question, but it still has you worrying about what to answer. "I feel fine." Is all you manage to stutter out.

He looks as if he is about to speak, but you cut him off. "Neteyam, can you meet me at our tree at eclipse tonight? It's important." He looks confused, maybe even dreadful at what is to come judging by your expression.

You speed-walk out of there as soon as he nods, trying to hide your blushing face.

Exiting the marui, you find Lo'ak and Kiri guiltily staring at you, obviously spying.

"EwwwWWWwww, my brother and best friend are going to get it on tonight; in a tree! Blegh!" "Shut up Lo'ak."

-

It's been hours since then, and eclipse is very soon to come. You check on your appearance, feeling very paranoid about meeting neteyam. He had been out for most of the day, and when he wasn't you were avoiding him and the marui you share with him.

You begin to head to the tree you had found and marked as yours and met at many times weeks before, making sure to not catch neteyam on your way out. You sneakily make your way to the tree, being slowed down by your injuries but managing anyways.

You make it up onto the largest branch of the tree, finding Neteyam already awaiting your arrival. His head snaps in your direction and he stands up as soon as he recognizes you.

"Is everything okay? I haven't seen you all day." He asks, stepping close to you. "Yeah- everything's fine just.." you trail off, not knowing what words to say.

"Just what? What was so important that you must bring me here to tell me?" He is urging you to tell him now, he is becoming anxious.

Before he can push you any further, you say it straight up. "I wasn't sleeping in the healing marui this morning." You say. His expression almost makes you want to clamp your hands over your mouth, his shocked and embarrassed face giving you guilt.

"I.. uh." He chokes on his words, taking a step back and looking everywhere but your face. His ears fold back and he almost has the expression that he might cry, but we all know he has mastered hiding his tears.

"I'm sorry. That probably makes you so uncomfortable, that's why you were avoiding me. I don't want you to hate me-" "No, 'Tey. You don't get it. I've been waiting to hear that since I was 10 years old." You interrupt his rambling.

"You.. what?" He finally looks you in the face, confusion and slight relief displayed on his features. "You skxawng, I've been yearning for those words since I was a child! Do you not get it? I wasn't exactly disc-" before you can finish your sentence, he cut you off by kissing you.

The kiss is passionate and beautiful. It shares all of the feelings you cannot express in words. It tells the stories of how you've longed for eachother as long as you can remember. It gives the message of how entirely you have eachothers hearts, minds and souls right in grasp.

Unfortunately, you are living and have to breath. You both pull back, catching your breath and sharing lovesick smiles.

"I want you to be my mate." He utters. "I would want nobody else, Neteyam."

This time you are the one to kiss him, but this time it's different. This kiss is more needy, less cautious.

Now you are both sitting on your knees facing eachother, not breaking the kiss as you kneel. You reach your hand around his neck and lightly grasp the base of the braid that covers his tswin (braid/queue).

He breaks the kiss before reaching behind his head, grabbing the large braid and looking at you for approval. You nod and smile like a fool before grabbing your own.

You carefully inch the tendrils towards eachother before making tsaheylu, and sealing the bond. You feel every bit of love he has, not to mention other emotions. You are overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness to eachother, and it is the most extraordinary, unexplainable feeling youve ever felt.

He is your mate for life now. He is yours, you are his. 'awsiteng nìt'iluke (together forever).

Hii! I'm so happy I finished this, the ending was a bit rushed but I'm happy it's done. This was made fem!reader out of habit because it wasn't requested a certain gender, but I could for sure make it GN! if you would rather that!! Ilysm, ty for reading. Also sorry that this was short, I didn't really know how to finish it since it was a mating thing, and smut wasn't requested so like yk

(Also PLEASEEEEEEEEEE send requests I'm begging)

[myhaikyuuthings]

hi!! i was wondering if u still can take requests😬 if u can then may i request a jealous sakusa nsfw? and omegaverse if u can :) (alpha sakusa and omega reader) its fine if it cant be omegaverse tho😅 love ur writings btw🥰💕

pairing: sakusa x reader

warnings: jealousy, nsfw

wc: 1148

a/n: i don’t know a super lot about omegaverse but i’ll give this a shot ( i had to do some research so i’m not 100% sure this won’t be cliche af )- also not my gif i got it off google bc i couldn’t find one i liked here. words in bold & italic are flashback. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ i didn’t really write the nsfw part for it mainly bc i don’t fully understand how the omegaverse smut works

Contrary to popular belief, you aren’t dating Sakusa, regardless of the way his scent clung to you. The two of you had been friends since you were in diapers and had always been close. You were one of the few who never treated him differently for his phobia and respected it from the get go, that’s just how he is in your eyes. Over the years he became comfortable with physical touch as long as it was you, something about your germs practically being his germs at this point. 

Because of this it wasn’t odd to walk around with his scent lingering on you from a hug that morning when he picked you up or seeing his jacket hanging from your frame drenched in his scent. People tended to just assume the two of you were together and neither of you denied it, not really seeing the point, but this made alphas give you a pretty wide birth. Sakusa may not be the most intimidating looking to most people, but everyone knew that wasn’t the case. They’d seen him in action when you both were younger and another alpha cornered you. He had broken the others nose that day, not seeming to care about germs when it came to protecting you.

So when you showed up to school with another alphas scent on you, everyone was shocked and worried. You had seen Bokuto earlier that day on the train and he’s a pretty touchy alpha so you’re used to his scent, not realizing his heavy scent was clinging to you so badly. Realistically you should have realized because he had scented you before Akaashi had reminded him that you were not his omega so it was very rude to do. 

“But y/n smells so good,” he had pouted, lifting his head from your neck with a frown. “Plus they don’t have an alpha, someone should scent them so creeps don’t bug them!”

“You’re the one acting like a creepy alpha right now,” Akaashi snorted, his fingers ghosting over the mating mark the other man had left on his throat. “Just because I’m okay with you scenting our friends doesn’t mean our friends are okay with being scented.” 

“It’s okay! Bokuto don’t cry, you’re not a creepy alpha!” 

Needless to say, you were confused about the stares you were getting. Halfway through the day you grew tired of it, making your way to your usual lunch spot with a huff. You plopped down beside Sakusa without a second thought, oblivious to the way his hand tightened around his chopsticks as you started ranting about people being weirder than usual today. 

“And everyone’s just looking at me like I’ve done the worst thing in the world! I don’t get it I haven’t done anything wrong-”

“Who scented you?” he cut you off, his food long forgotten as Bokuto’s scent filled his senses. 

“Bokuto from Fukorodani,” you answered, looking at him curiously. “Just because I smell like an alpha isn’t a good enough reason for them to stare.” 

“You’ve came to school with my scent on you almost daily for years, they think we’re dating and you show up smelling like another alpha, think about that,” he huffed, getting up and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. 

“Where are you going?” you asked, putting down your chopsticks. “Lunch isn’t over for another thirty minutes and you didn’t even finish eating.” 

“Lost my appetite.” 

-

As the two of you walked home together, he made a point to put his jacket around you to try to muffle the others scent. By the time you got to your house, he was starting to act weird. 

“Are you okay Kiyoomi?” 

“Are your parents home?” he asked instead of replying, glancing down at you. 

“No there in America for a few weeks, you know that,” you replied, tilting your head in confusion. 

Instead of answering, he just let himself into your home and pulled you along with him. He moved to your room, shutting the door behind him and removing his bag wordlessly. He tossed you your towel, an indication you needed to shower before he touched you. You rolled your eyes but went to shower anyways, knowing he hated touching you when you’d been surrounded by people all day. 

“Why the fuck do you still smell like him?” he muttered under his breath when you walked into the room, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you closer. “Can I scent you? This smells pissing me off.”

At the nod of your head, his dipped down to your neck, his nose brushing against you lightly. You shivered, the feeling different to when Bokuto scented you. Sakusa growled against your neck, his lips meeting the skin. Your hands moved to his shoulder, stumbling a bit in surprise. 

He wrapped his hands fully around your waist, picking you up and moving the two of you to your bed without removing his face. As your back hit the bed your eyes met his, your breath hitching at the dark look in his eyes.  He leaned over you, his nose brushing yours as you stared at each other. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

You nodded again, feeling like you couldn’t form words at the moment. As soon as he had consent, his lips were on yours and his body was finding a comfortable place between your legs. You let out a moan at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, eliciting a low growl from him. You were so absorbed in the feeling of his lips against yours you didn’t pick up on how mad he was getting. 

“Seriously why the fuck do you still smell like him,” he scoffed as he pulled back, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say he fucked you, but he has a mate so how the hell did he get this much of his scent on you?”

“Are you jealous?” you asked, starting to piece everything together. Why he never wanted to discount the rumors, the way he would hold your hand even in public, the little looks he sent passing alphas. The fact that he just kissed you. 

“So what if I am, you shouldn’t smell like him.” 

“Then make me smell like you.” 

No sooner had the words left your mouth than his hands were removing your shirt and his lips were moving down your chest. 

[littlesniggy]

My Man

Anon: Hii there hope ur having a great day . I just a Zoro female yandere reader and I think I'm hooked 😐 on yandere reader so can we have one with shanks and if its not to much to ask a part 2 of Zoro. You don't have to do the part 2 if u don't feel like it thought. [Female reader ]

Have a nice day💝

Hey Anon, thank you for requesting! I'm so happy that you liked my Zoro x Yandere! Reader! I don't know if I will make a part two of the Zoro one though. This one is not nsfw cause I think this way it's a little more sinister. It is also more of readers internal thought process than a lot of interaction with Shanks but maybe I'll write a part two (if people want to) that is nsfw.

Also warning for anyone who doesn't like reader not getting along with other crew members since this reader is jealous of literally anyone (Which is NOT normal behavior, for anyone wondering lol).

Warning: toxic behavior, mention of sex, reader needs to see someone with her issues, reader needs to chill, threats

Pairing: Shanks x Yandere! female reader

Word count: 1.6k

You were sitting at a beach together; warm breeze gently stroking your face, the soothing sound of the waves landing on shore and the cheerful laughter or the other crew members made for comfortable atmosphere. At least that should be the case. Your eyes were glued to you captain talking to Benn, booze in his hand and laughing his ass off to something his right-hand-man had said. Angrily, you clenched your teeth but tried hiding the fact that you were not pleased about this situation.

Why was he talking to Benn over there when he could sit and talk with you over here? You emptied your cup and filled it up immediately, wanting to drown this feeling of anger. Shanks didn’t seem to notice and kept telling story after story, much to his crew’s amusement. Fine, you thought, getting up from your place and staggering over to where he was. If he doesn’t want to come to me I’ll go to him.

The red haired male looked up when he saw you coming over, smiling his usual drunk and dorky smile and made you sit right next to him while draping his arm around you. “There you are! Why didn’t you come earlier? You were sitting there all by yourself, Y/n-chan!” he laughed, kissing your cheek with his wet lips, pulling you closer to him.

You giggled, leaning your head against his shoulder after giving it a small kiss as well. “I thought you would come over to me.” You answered, your sweet smile never leaving your lips. Shanks laughed even harder, his whole body shaking as he did. “You should’ve called me over then!” The rest of the crew joined in his laughter, making you feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. Internally, you would’ve loved to just punch each and every one of them for laughing at you but you needed to stay composed.

“Benn was just telling me how-“ but you cut him off, pulling his face towards you and kissing him as he was speaking. The man was surprised but didn’t complain, reciprocating your kiss which turned more and more heated by the second. The crew around your sheered you two on but you tuned them out. When you broke the kiss you looked into his eyes, then moved closer to his ear, biting at its shell. “Why don’t we find a more secluded spot and get some time alone?” you asked in a suggestive voice, feeling excited goosebumps on his skin. You just wanted to get him away from them. You wanted to have him for yourself!

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It wasn’t that easy to get him away from his crew when you were on the ship. After all, he was the captain and it wouldn’t be good if he was missing the majority of the time. Each time he spoke with one of his men you just watched from afar, your stomach boiling with anger. You wouldn’t call it jealousy, this feeling – that was reserved for insecure people. You just wanted Shanks for yourself and yourself alone. That was something completely different!

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Benn approach you with his usual stern expression. You liked him the least because he was the one your man spent the majority of his time with besides you. And that pissed you off.

“Everything okay, Y/n?” he asked. You smiled at him, nodding your head as a confirmation. “Sure. What should be wrong?” you wanted to know, eying him secretly. “You just seemed a little upset, that’s all.” “I’m fine but thank you for asking.” Benn nodded and looked over to Shanks who just finished talking. You were sure Benn wanted to talk to his captain but you didn’t like this idea. So, before he could walk over to the red-haired male you skipped over to him yourself, giving Benn no chance to talk to him.

“I love you.” You said in a low voice before kissing him on the lips, creating a barrier between Shanks and Benn who stopped in his tracks behind you. Shanks chuckled and looked down at you, a gentle smile on his lips. You wished you could look at his face like this forever but you were sure Benn would start occupying his time if you didn’t play your cards right.

“At the last port I bought this new outfit and I wanted to show you how it looks….interested?” you asked, pressing your body to his and kissing his bare chest. Shanks smile grew wider and he was already pulling you towards his room. “Captain, can I talk to you for a minute?” you heard Benn call out for him but you made sure to push him inside his room and closing the door behind you. Benn could get lost for all you cared.

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You knew Benn got suspicious by the way he behaved around you. He was colder than to others and was always watching you. You didn’t like it. Who does he think he is?

But you had enough when Shanks pulled you aside one day with a slightly concerned look on his face.

“Y/n-chan, we need to talk for a moment.” You stomach dropped and you followed him tenuously to his room. He sat you down but didn’t take a seat next to you on the bed. “W-what is it?” your voice was thin, looking up at you boyfriend in concern. Shanks rubbed his neck, not knowing where to start.

“You see….the crew is getting concerned that I might be spending a little too much time with you that I should be navigating and being their captain. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you but I can see how I might be neglecting my duties as a captain.” He said, looking quite uncomfortable. Anger started to boil in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t show it. Instead, tears started forming in your eyes.

“A-are you breaking up with me?” you sobbed, your vision slightly blurry due to the tears. Shanks immediately crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his. “No! No, no, no, no, no! Not at all! That’s not what I meant!” he exclaimed, trying to calm you down. “Benn was just concerned about me and my job as a captain, that’s all. I wanna be there for you but you must understand that I also have to be there for my crew.”

That fucking bastard. How dare he try and push me away from Shanks?! You. Were. Furious. “I’m sorry I am clingy! I’m sorry I care about you! I’m sorry for being a burden to you! I’m sorr-!”

“Stop! No, don’t be sorry! You’re not a burden to me. Not at all! I love you, Y/n-chan! Stop saying something like this, okay?” he was really concerned; he didn’t want you to feel guilty about loving him and wanting to spend time with him. It was only natural, wasn’t it?

Shanks pulled you into his embrace, placing his chin on yours and stroking your back gently, letting you cry on his shoulder. He felt awful about this. He was making himself responsible for your crying. His presence helped you calm down along with his reassuring words that he was sorry and didn’t mean to hurt you. But you weren’t listing to him.

In your mind you were already making Benn pay for what he’d done. You wouldn’t be able to hurt, let alone kill this man but you would make damn sure he would never think about sabotaging your relationship with him again.

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“How did you do it, Y/n?” you heard a familiar voice from beside you. You were sitting on a beach, watching the calming sea and hearing the screeching of the seagulls above you. You looked to the side, a warm smile on your face. Benn looked down at you with a frown, his body posture told you he was wary and on edge.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” You replied, making him ‘tsk’. “We both know what you’re doing here, Y/n and I warn you. If you get in our, in his way of becoming the next pirate king I’ll make-“

“You’ll make me regret it? And how if I may ask?” Benn was silent, his eyes just boring into yours.

“What do you want to tell him? That I’m bad for him? That he maybe should consider breaking up with me cause I might get in his way?” you stood up, holding you chin up high with a smug smile.

“Cause that worked out brilliantly the last time, didn’t it?”

“You manipulated him.” He flat out stated but you just shrugged.

“Some tears here, some blowjob there, you gotta keep the man on his feet and interested in you. And I make damn well sure he will never get tired of me.” You said, slowly walking past him.

But before you were too far away, you turned around one last time. “Oh, and just so we’re clear. If you ever talk to him about me again in a negative way, maybe I’ll let it slip that a certain first mate tried to hit on me or even tried to force himself on me. I mean, what other reason would you have to make Shanks spend less time with me other than for you to have a chance?” you saw his face contort into a snarl, his fists clenching and unclenching. “He wouldn’t believe you.” You tilted your head to the side, the smile on your face not wavering.

“Wanna find out? He is my man and I don’t want anyone to come between us, understood?”