#bisexual ben miller

[romanarose]

Awake

Fem!Reader x Santiago Garcia, Francisco Morales, Ben Miller, Will Miller Santiago Garcia x Will Miller Ben Miller x Francisco Morales

All TF boys and reader mix except Miller Brothers

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YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ ANY OF THE OTHERS! There's a good story here about coming out, bisexuality, literally "awakening". This is the finally, where everyone is awake.

Written for my (day late lol) Oscar Pedro Pride Event, week 3, Sex/kissing!!!

Summary: You take Santi, Will, Frankie, and Ben all inside you at once. That's the fic.

Warnings and content: Literally everything. BJ's, triple penetration, double vaginal penetration, bukake, just like. im not listing everything happening but its a lot. everything bisexual. Then aftercare!

A/N its been NINE MONTHS!!! since i updated. I get it if no one cares anymore lololololol. Anyway THIS IS IT!!! the end!!!!!

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It was amazing how, after all these months, the stretch of Will’s cock still got to you having to catch you breath.

Things were good, really fucking good these days. You, Will, and Santiago had a discussion about the relationship; firstly, between you and Santi where you both agreed that yes, you both wanted Will involved. You weren't sure how or if he really wanted to, but he meant too much to both of you to just keep pretending it was the same as when Ben or Frankie were inside you. Then, you talked to Will. He agreed that yes, he had feelings for both you and your husband. However, he was not at a place right now; he didn’t want to move too quickly. So you didn’t. Will came over sometimes and stayed the night, fucked you and Santi and got fucked in a tangled up mess on the bed… no labels, just taking it easy.

On the other side of things, Ben moved out of Will’s and in with Frankie a week after the camping trip. They were completely inseparable and 2 months later, engaged. 3 months after that, you were standing as a witness in a courthouse for their wedding and cooking multiple hot plates for a backyard potluck reception. Frankie was not one for being in the spotlight, and Ben was not one to dress up.

Now, you watch as your husband lay on the bed next to you, Frankie fucking his ass while his own husband eats him from behind. Your tits bounced with each thrust of Will’s hips, your arms wrapped around his back and stuck to it with sweat. You watch, Will’s breath against your neck, as Santi writhes in pleasure, hips bucking up to meet Ben’s mouth. Your hands were laced together.

Santi turns to you, smiling with his eyes glancing over your body. “You look…” He pants. “Really fucking good like this.”

You laugh a little. “So do you.”

You both grin at each other, unbelieving of your luck to find such a group. 4 men who you trusted with your life and your body to take care of you, and for you to take care in return. Will gently cupped your face, guiding your mouth to where his waited. His touch was a stark softness compared to the way his cock continued to pound into you. 

“You doing okay, princess?” He took your lower lip with his as he pulled away, drawing out the tender kiss. Beside you was the sound of Santiago getting absolutely fucking railed by Frankie. 

“I’m fucking fantastic.” You confirm, then nod to Santi with a cheeky smile. “I don’t know about him, though.”

Santi’s grip on your hand was like a vice, head propped back as he was practically screaming on his oldest friends dick.

Will chuckles. “He’s still not used to taking a dick.”

Careful as to not reject Will’s affections, you nudge him off you. You feel empty without him inside, but your husband calls. “Baby…” You caress his face after crawling next to him, knelt by his side. Your hand reaches out for Frankie, but he’s already slowing. “Baby are you okay?” You protected Santiago the way he always protected you.

Slow and bleary, Santiago opened his eyes, chuckling with disbelief. “I’ve never been better, baby girl.”

*

You and Ben lay up against your husband's arms, both your men feeding you water. Santi reminds Will to drink, and he does before wiping off you, Santi, and Frankie with a cool towel before passing it to Frankie for Ben. Will always watched out for Benny during group sex just as on the field, but was not about touch during these moments. As Will watched his brother smile in Frankie’s arms, however, he knew he was okay. Frankie took care of him.

Ben turned to you with his dopey grin. “How does it feel watching your husband regularly get his ass stretched?”

This makes you laugh, and you give him a kick. “Pretty fucking good, especially if I’m sitting on his face.”

*

Santi’s arms were wrapped lovingly around you, chest to chest, his dick deep up inside your swollen and tired pussy. He’d gone in easy, and you signed as Frankie bottomed out into your ass. Two down, two to go.

Frankie’s massive hands played with your hair, his mouth kissing your neck, moving up to nibble on your earlobe. “You feel me, baby? Feel me and Santi right up in you?” He gave a thrust inside, making Santi’s chest rumble in pleasure. “I can sure feel him, mmm, fuck, it’s just… I can feel that thick vein of his when I move.”

“I know just what you mean.” You say with a smile, egging him on. Santiago had the most perfect cock you’d ever seen in your life; long, thick, and veiny. Curved up just a little bit in a way that hit you juuuust right. “Gotta feel him inside you one of these times, Frankie” You right back and grab his thigh. “He fills you up in just the best way.”

The older man looks up to where Ben stood at the edge of your bed, hands soothing you and stimulating erogenous zones. He sometimes pauses to play with your hair, which you particularly love. When Ben sees Francisco looking at him, he goes for a kiss.

“I’d love to see that, Fish.” He likes his tongue over his lover’s face. “Watch Santi struggle to take you, watch him fucking whimper on your cock.”

Frankie was equally enthralled as Will situated himself in the back, getting ready to slide in right there with Santi in your cunt. Will’s hand splayed across Frankie’s ass, thumb sliding into his asshole as he moved his fellow soldier around right where he needed to be. In general, Francisco liked to take charge in the bedroom, but when it came to Will, everyone fell under his order. He was tall, large, companding but had the competence to back it. The last time you were all together, Santiago stayed on the sidelines for the most part to make sure you were safe and happy. Now, however, you’d all experienced so much, he trusted all the men to take care of you, take care of him, take care of each other. Now, Will slides into his natural element as the leader.

Squeezing an ample amount of lube on his hand, he covered not only his cock but added it to Frankie and Santi. You had no problems getting wet and they always took careful time to open you up, but he wasn’t taking chances with your precious body. His thumb was obviously nothing compared to Ben’s dick, but he wasn’t trying to split him up, just to add to the pleasure of being inside you. Santi languidly kissed at your lips as Will spoke to Frankie.

“I’ll fuck this tight little hole of yours while you’re inside Santi, hm? Thrust into you hard enough I drive you into him?”

Frankie moans at the thought, and Benny bends down to join in this kiss between you and Santi. You both excitedly welcome him in, tongues wrestling as he kisses between words. “And I can fuck our favorite lady while you guys are our personal porn.”

Santi sucked on your bottom lip. “Want me to be your pornstar, mi amor? You like watching me take it up the ass for you to get off to?” He punctuated his point with a harsh thrust up, spearing his cock inside. The moans from Frankie were nothing compared to the sounds you let out. He looked over your shoulder at Will. “She’s ready, fill her up.”

With his thumb continued to fuck Frankie, Will’s other hand was firmly placed on your ass. It wasn’t for guidance or smack or to massage… it was just there to ground you. You cry out against Santi’s neck you were sucking on, Will slowly and carefully inserting himself into you. There's so much of him to take, inch after inch it never seemed to end. Santi’s hands went to Will’s hips, stopping him. He wasn’t going to be able to bottom out just based on the sheer amount of people occupying a small space, but what he was able to fit in was almost too much. When Will stops, Santi holds your face. “You okay, bebita?” He asks you gently. “Is it too much?”

You take a deep, steadying breath and shake your head. It was a lot. Like a fucking a lot. “No, no I think I’m good.”

“Princess.” Will spoke above you. “We don’t wanna do nothing based on ‘I think.’ If you gotta stop or slow down, we want you to tell him.”

Considering his words, you believe him. You knew firmly that they would never want you uncomfortable outside of the stretch you begged for… And you probably could take them all fully… but you decided to call it. 

“Just…” You turn around to see his softly smiling face, Will’s beard still glistening with your wetness, Frankie’s chest sticking to your skin. “Don’t go any further, okay? The stretch is good, you don’t gotta take it easy or nothing just…”

Will bent around Frankie to kiss your lips, tender and sweet before Ben takes your mouth. “I got you, princess. I won’t push it.” And you knew he wouldn’t. Last but not last was Benny. You could understand why Frankie and him were always sneaking away to suck each other's dicks, Ben had a nice one indeed, one you enjoyed as he slid into your mouth. 

Santi in your pussy, holding you and Frankie both close. He fucked up into you, cock rubbing against Will’s where they were nestled in together. Will wrapped an arm around Frankie, playing with his nipples as Frankie humped his ass against Wills torso while fucking you in yours. His moans were swallowed by Ben, who kissed his husband while fucking you throat.

“Mi chica perfecta…” Santi whispers between wet kisses to your skin. “Letting me and my friends use all your holes, let off some steam… letting us break you in…”

You whimpering against Ben’s dick in affirmative. You loved degradation, you loved being objectified and they all knew it, because after it all was said and done, they touched you and cared for you in such a gentle way that assured you that they loved you in all their unique ways.

Soft stroke of a thumb over your ass steadied you as you listened to the kissing above you and Santi. Will’s gentle reassurance compared to hard pounding you were taking from behind. 

“Could’ve used something like her back in the service, couldn’t we boys? Something fuck after a long day, a pretty little toy.”

Frankie disengaged from Ben, a string of spit connecting them for a few moments longer. “Maybe we wouldn’t have waited 20 years to come out of the closet.”

“Speak for yourself.” Ben laughs, thrusting into your mouth. “I took full advantage of the frequent moving around and secretive bars.”

“Slut” Will laughs, shaking his head at his baby brother's antics.

Santi spoke from below you, never stopping humping his hips up. “You’re one to talk, IronHead.” This resulted in a smack to Will’s thigh. You felt full beyond belief feeling yourself approach orgasm as the men you loved use your holes and your body, bringing you and each other pleasure. Ben alternates between thrusting into your mouth, then pulling out and putting it to Frankie’s lips. Benny is quick with praise for you and Frankie, never making you feel like you were just an aid to their relationship despite the degrading teasing. Behind you, Will and Santi’s hands were all over each other and Frankie, Santi even reaching back at points to plays with Benny’s tightening balls. 

“You feel that, Will? Our princess is getting ready to come for us again.” Santi laughs mockingly, but you are. What on earth is going to feel like coming on 3 dicks? You can’t imagine having room to even clench right now, your body stiffening in pleasure and pain as everything became so dizzyingly good. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the joy, the closeness, the extreme trust that it takes to pull off something like that. The love that is found, romantic, friendship, brotherhood in multiple ways. Will managed to hike up Santi’s ass just enough to stuff his fingers inside, making both Santiago and Francisco moaning like moans on Will’s fingers, Ben guiding them to kiss. You join in, and so does Benny’s dick. You, Fankie and Santi slobber and kiss and suck in such a mess that half the time you don’t know whose skin you are kissing.

You pussy and ass begins to feel raw, the pleasure still whirling in your stomach but beginning to be distracted by the discomfort between your legs. You tap Santi, wet lips against his cheek as you’re barely aware of anything else. “Approaching yellow, baby” You warn, punctuating it with a kiss so he knew it wasn’t anything serious. Santi could sometimes get dom drop. It wasn’t often, but you liked to make sure he knew everything was okay.

Holding up a hand, Santi halted everyone’s movements. Will rested his head against Frankie’s lower back, panting. Ben dropped to his knees to take your hand in his. Frankie kissed your sweaty shoulder blades. 

But Santi is who you communicated to. You trusted them all, but Santi will always be your husband, your baby, tu amor. 

“You okay, bebita?” He asks with a gentle timber, his low voice rumbling against your chest.

“I’m okay, I just think after I come, I wanna get to the grand finale.” You say with a laugh and a kiss.

He kisses you right back, signaling everyone to get back to work. Ben, instead of fucking your mouth, stays on his knees to massage your neck and shoulders. “Come whenever you're ready, darl’n.” Ben’s absurdly deep voice tells you.

It takes less than a minute and you’re coming on 3 hard dicks stuffed inside your holes, Will letting out a guttural sound that told you it was taking everything in him not to come inside you. You shake under the force of your orgasm, finger nails digging into Santi’s soft, bare skin. Everything was so fucking perfect, your senses blocking out anything that wasn’t immense pleasure. You couldn’t hear a word of their praises, you couldn’t smell the musk of marathon sex, you couldn’t see the men who swarmed around you like bees to their queen. You were blinded by the light.

Santi kissed your skin, no longer moving. He knew how sensitive you could get after coming. 

“Everyone ready?” He asked, Frankie desperately humping your ass, chasing the high.

“Fuck, I’m so close…”

“Have Benny get you there, I think she’s sore.”

And you were. You were actually quite sore and you were glad you had someone who knew you as well as Santiago did to watch out for you. You were perfectly fine saying no, stop, not yet, later, etc. You trusted Frankie completely. But it was nice to have someone who knew you so completely that you didn’t even need to say it.

Frankie got up with no problem, kissing your lips and whispering a thank you. Ben spits in his hand, and while they make out like teenagers he brings Frankie to the brink. Ben grabbed the wipes, cleaning his husband off in case you end up blowing him. You knew you didn’t want any ass to mouth action. Santi and Will slowly get out of you, leaving you feeling empty without them. You look forward to whatever the future holds for the three of you, whatever parts Will was willing to give. Will’s massive arms pick you up, careful when he sets you on your knees on the carpet.

 Seeing 4 gorgeous, stacked, hung men standing in front of you… you were revived and needed a taste. You put Santi’s dick in your mouth first, fisting Ben and Frankie, then alternating to taste all four of them in your mouth. Delicious.

Then, then all swarm you, jerking their cocks rapidly until cum came flying out, splattering your face, your tits, your laved out tongue in white. They dump their hot spend on you, groaning and grunting and kissing each other and all you could hear was the sounds of their pleasure and the fap, fap, fap of their masturbation. 

When they were done, they wiped their tips in their hair.

*

Santi washed your hair in the shower, Will’s arms around you keeping you steady. The water was warm, not too hot, and he was very careful cleaning you and Will up. They both dried you with warm towels, as Frankie drew Ben in. You liked that Frankie washed Ben’s hair too, despite a 4 inch height difference. Will took you to bed while Santi made sure Frankie and Ben had enough towels and knew where shower items were. 

For a while, you just lay there in Will’s arms, listening to Frankie tell Ben to “stop messing with the water” and “it doesn’t need to be hotter, this ain’t a hot tub!” followed by Ben yelping how the water is too hot. You can feel Ben laugh. Santi gives you and Will water, instructing you both to drink as he settles into bed on the other side of Will. When Frankie and Ben return, Ben is carrying a butt naked Frankie, ass first, over the shoulder and into the room before flopping him down on the bed. 

“It’s my turn to take care of you, idiot.”

And he did. He dried Frankie off, gave him water, fed him some raisins which you though was odd but to each their own.

“Santiago, why don’t you ever feed me raisins?” You teased him.

“Because I love you, they are sickos.”

Will kissed your forehead. “I’ll feed you raisens, princess.”

“I don’t even like raisins.”

Will groaned. 

But they all slept there that night, in your marital bed, tangled up and limbs on limbs, arms slung across wastes and lips to skin.

It was nice like this.

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Well, after a year and a half i finally finished this bitch!!!! one less series to worry about!!!!

Pease let me know what you think, I sure hope this was worth it! Begining was hard to write, but once i got in the zone it's all over!!!!

I hope y'all enjoyed it! I sure enjoyed writing it!!!!

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Room's on Fire: Pilot

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: The Delta is a commune in the middle of nowhere established by Santiago's mother. Since Divine Mother's passing in a rebellion a decade ago, Santiago, known as The Pope, and his half-God brethren Francisco, Benjamin and William have ran the commune. Now it is time for them to take a collective bride to breed, to bring the savior into the world.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

"Come on home, girl, he said with a smile You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile But try to understand, try to understand Try, try, try to understand That I'm a magic man." ~Magic Man, Heart.

"God dammit Benjamin, what the hell is wrong with you!”

Will smacked Ben upside the head as Frankie chided him.

Ben tried to defend himself. “Hey! You guys act like you don’t sleep with ‘em too, why are you blaming me?”

“You’re fucking a new woman every goddamn week, you have no fucking class, we’re not even supposed to be sleeping with these women,-”

Santiago’s voice, strong and comanding, broke through the bickering. “Gentlemen, please, this is not becoming behavior for Gods.”

With their leader’s command, the other three settled down, Frankie’s eyes casting away. “Sorry, Pope.”

Pushing himself off from the wall he had been leaning against, Santiago walked toward the group. “That can’t be all the options. There’s no way Benny’s made his way through every of age virgin in our compound, we have over 5 thousand people here.”

The men thought through the women they knew, the various families at the massive compound who could accomplish their task. She couldn’t just be a virgin, that was the thing.

They needed their Madonna.

Before her death, Santiago’s mother informed their group that the prophecy would not be fulfilled through Santiago, that he was not the promised savior. Instead, he was destined to lead after her passing and that Santiago, Francisco, William and Benjamin were all demi-Gods. This was a step up for the Millers and Francisco, who had spend their youths in the privileged position of foster brothers to Santiago and living under The Divine Mother’s roof and direct guidance. To Santiago, however, this was a humiliating demotion.

His childhood was never one of whimsy, growing up told that he was a God, that he was the second coming, that he was the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned… All that changed in his pre-teens. Suddenly, his mother was less pleased with him. His divinity was constantly dangled above his head. When his 20’s came and he failed to be what his mother wanted, she stripped him of his full God-hood.

So why, pray tell, were him and his fellow leaders and brethren searching for a virgin? Since Santiago had failed, they needed to father a new child. A new savior. Divine Mother’s instructions were clear; they were all to wed and breed a virgin from their compound. She was to live in their home as their wife for them to use not only whenever they wanted, but whenever they could. A sacred duty to be fruitful and multiple. It didn’t matter whose child grew in her, as long as there was a child. The world would be saved, and Santiago would earn his mothers favor from the heavens.

So, she couldn’t just be anyone. She needed to be a virgin, pure and holy. She needed to be beautiful, strong, faithful to their ways, faithful to the Divine Mother, faithful to the Pope, William, Benjamin, and Francisco.

“What about Marcus’s kid?’ Will asked, breaking their silence, causing everyone to turn to him.

Frank frowned. “You think the daughter of a traitor is the best option for the Madonna?” The sarcasm was clear. He didn’t like this plan as it was. He didn’t want strangers in their home, breaching security, putting his brothers at risk.

“That might actually be the solution to the problem.” He waited until Pope gestured for him to go on, not immediately shutting it down.

“The rebellion was when she was 12, the interrogations found she had no knowledge of her father’s plans. Ever since, she has been isolated. Lydia says she has caused no problems in the women’s home, been obedient but has no friends, no connections.”

“So you think she’s intact?”

“Santi, I doubt she’d had her first kiss.”

Since the rebellion 10 years ago, Will has set up measures to identify problems before they become something like that, and that meant keeping tabs on people. Single women lived in a few group homes throughout the compound. Each home had prefects that reported to house mothers, and house mothers that reported to Will. Anyone that was of any concern, Will checked in on, that included daughters of rebels.

“And she danced at the fire?” Pope asked, arms still crossed but listening.

Will nodded. “She did. No signs of disloyalty.”

Muttering, Frankie asked Ben if he’d slept with her in recent years.

He shook his head. “Nope. Forgot she existed.”

Frankie watched as Pope thought things through, his mouth shifting.  Frankie asked, “How are the other viable women going to take it if the daughter of a traitor is chosen above them?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ben said, defensive of Pope. His loyalty to Santiago went above everything. “If she’s the right person, she’s chosen divinely.”

Santiago held up a hand, stopping another argument. “A redemption. She has the option to purify herself from the sins of her father through the pain of childbirth.”

“Biblical precedent…” Will murmured in agreement.

“And if she fails to produce a child, then we can say we were deceived-”

“Like Eve deceived Adam. Damn, Pope, I think it’s a winner.”

Santiago smiled at his fellow leader, clasping his hands together. “Alright, let’s go visit her, make sure she’s suitable.”

*

You were dead. It was over. Lydia had cleared all the other women out of the dormitory room and told you that the Pope and the other divine leaders would be coming to speak privately to you and you assumed that you had slipped up somehow and it was the end for you. You didn’t know what you possibly could have done. You never ever spoke badly about anyone, none the less your beloved leaders! You adored them all, worshipped them as they deserved, as you had Divine Mother…

Had they decided you were too much of a liability after what your father had done? How was that possible, it had been a decade… why now…

You gasp. Fransisco… he was clairvoyant… had he seen into your dream? Had he seen what you saw oh-so often, the dreams that forced you awake crying?

You prepared yourself to grovel, to beg for mercy, to plead that these dreams of fire were not what you wanted, that they tormented you. Would you forever be labeled a traitor for what your father had done? Hadn’t you proved your loyalty to The Delta?

The door opened and you dropped to your knees, silent until spoken too. You can hear Benjamin whisper a damn. The floor creaks in front of where you knelt, arms prostrated out and for a moment, everything stood still. Warm hands were on your chin, guiding you up to see him.

He was so much more stunning up close. You’d heard tales from other girls of the men, of the way they bedded them, how it was glorious, the most holy form of worship to allow them inside you… You had taken note that you had not been allowed that honor, you had accepted it as the punishment for the sins of your birth, you never thought you’d be worthy of close contact, but right now… Pope was touching your face, your chin tucked between his thumb and forefinger; his eyes were so close to yours, his plump lips keep a soft smile. “Do not be afraid, darling girl. If we are correct, you may outshine us all.”

*

“But it is, of course, your choice.”

Your choice…

This phrase was preceded by the reminder that if you said no, there would be no savior.

There was no choice.

“I am a servant to my lords.”

Santiago smiled at that. “Excellent. Now, let’s begin the inspection.”

The what?

“Oh… is it… I swear I am a virgin, I’ve never been touched-”

“I know.” Francisco said. Oh, right. Clairvoyant. “We need to make sure you’re… healthy.”

“Oh. Yes, of course then.”

Francisco undressed you, his calm demeanor and soothing touch eased you as he slowly stripped you of your clothing. He pulled the loose shirt over your body as you raised your hands, the pail bra underneath had a lot of coverage (everything was meant to be practical) but you still felt exposed.

“Just down to her underwear, Francisco.” Will instructed as he watched. Will was a healer, that was his gift.

Francisco pulled down your pants slowly, and you feel eyes scaling you.

“Strip her down fully, Frank.” Ben tells Francisco, and you jolt when you feel his hands on the bare skin on your hips.

Francisco sighs, but Will puts his foot down. “She doesn’t need to be naked, this is invasive enough as it is”

Ben gave a short laugh. “More invasive than fucking her.”

“BEN!” All three of them shouted, discomfort and fears coursing through your body.

“Pope, she’s shaking.” Francisco asserts with his hands on your shoulders and you watch Pope give Ben a look.

“You behave, your brother knows what he’s doing.” He turns to Will, jerking his head at you. “Handle it.”

Will approaches you, his hands on your face. He holds you different than Pope, more firm, more all-encompassing. Will’s hands were larger, and he placed them at the side of your head, like he was holding you together. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s like a medical examination, okay?”

You nod within his grasp. “Okay.”

He smiled at you. “Good girl. I’m going to touch you, just stand there and take it. Trust me.”

You did. You’d follow him anywhere if he spoke like that. His hands move down your neck, slowly over your shoulders and down your arms, sending a chill through your body. He squeezed your hands. “Doing so good princess. Gonna check your backside now, can you straighten up for me?” You square your shoulders as he walks around, towering over you. You lock eyes with Ben; he looks hungry, like he’s ready to pounce but smiling at you with his boyish charm you can’t help wonder what that pounce would feel like. Ben had slept with almost every girl in your dormitory, and you’d been privy to all kinds of colorful descriptions as you overheard girls talking. Not to you. Never to you.

Will rubbed his hands together and breathed on them to aid the warmth before placing his fingertips at the top-most part of your back. Slowly, he dragged 8 fingers down, applying pressure, sending a tingling down your spine as his fingers traced it. “Excellent posture, just need to check a few things.” His hands went back up, fingers bracing at your sides as his thumbs searched certain spots, rubbing over aching parts of you with pressure, but not pain.

“Got a few knots.” Will comment’s, and you turn slight back towards him, suddenly scared.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, no. Nothing to worry about. Just means you’re stressed. It hurt there sometimes?”

He continued massaging you, your next words coming out with a moan. “Yeah.”

“I know it does, sweet girl. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you take care of that. You will be my wife, after all.”

The thought brings a small smile to your face. The smile falters when his hands wrap around your front, William’s body pressed up against your back. His hands are pressing into your stomach, making their way up until he cups your breast, a small groan escaping his mouth that had somehow found its way into your hair.

“She likes that.” You here Ben say, drawing your attention, his grin made you swell with pride. You’d spoken with him before; Benjamin knew all the women. Still, he never chose you to bed and you had thought you weren’t appealing but now, now you see it. Now, as Ben began to touch himself over his pants as he watched his brother examine your body, you realize you were meant for a higher purpose. You were being saved, protected, put on a pedestal for this moment, to be the mother of their child, to be their Madonna.

Will continued him ministrations, soft grunts as he ground his hips into your ass. You can se his eyes are locked in with Pope. Pope, is watching the scene with hooded eyes and parted lips. With a soft but powerful moan, Will stilled behind you, panting a soft kiss on your neck before his fingertips trails your panty line. “Now, for the vaginal exam.”

All the pleasure you felt stops, your body freezing up again. “B-but, you said I wouldn’t-”

William turned you around to face him. “I have to check out your privates, gotta make sure you’re safe. It’s just me, it’s just external, don’t worry. We’ll face away.” He knelt down.

You were acutely aware your ass was still out for the other men when you heard Ben groan when your underwear is pulled down, the distinct sound of him summoning Francisco, who had been quiet so far, and the unzipping of pants.

“Goddamn…” He says, notching your legs so they spread and lifting one foot so it is resting on his bent knee. He touched your sensitive skin. “Pope, you gotta see this… the girls wet.”

“But-” I wanted to protest that he had said it would only be him, but there was no point. Soon, you’d be married, and they be able to have you as much as they wanted.

“Holy shit, she’s dripping…” Pope marvels as the slick running down your thighs.

Will continues prodding at you, fingers running through your glistening folds. In the background was a sound you couldn’t quiet pinpoint, and something that sounded like kissing, but who would be kissing? There was only Ben and Francisco there. Will dips his finger slightly inside your hole, making you gasp.

“Careful.” Pope warned. “She needs to stay intact.”

“I know.” Will groans. “But she’s so fucking tight, Pope.”

A muffled but strong groan behind you, and Pope looks like he’s about to fall apart when he pulls away.

“William, Franisco, Ben. Go to Lydia, tell her the wedding will be at her next ovulation.”

The men reluctantly made their exit leaving Pope alone in the room with you. He pulled up your underwear and pants before helping you back into your shirt. “You are perfect.” He grabbed your face again, pinching your chin and guiding you to look up at him. “Pack only personal items. You’ll have new clothing, everything will be taken care of. From now on, as long as you are what we need you to be, whatever you need, you’ll have.”

He leans in and you open your mouth to him, beautifully alluring, gifting him your first kiss and the spark was ignited. He was everything now.

“My Madonna.”

WE'RE LIVE! So excited to do this, I was a little too excited, I didn't wait until january like i said lol. After this I'm gonna try and finish Blessed be the Fruit and Awakening before going forward which shouldnt be long

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Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Requests accepted and encouraged!! I write for ANY type of reader!! (Afab, Amab, plus size, skinny, poc, non-poc, gender neutral it doesn’t matter to me)

Installations with a * have smut in them or content pertaining to sexual activities in them

I’ll write for all Pedro Pascal characters (and yes this includes Claudia Flores and Silva and Mr. Ben shut up) (Silva literally has a son, man is bisexual therefore I will in fact write Silva x fem reader as well as Silva x male reader)

Joel Miller

Away from the Devil -series- (ongoing)

Among The Fields -series- (first part coming soon)

You + Me Is All We Need (no x reader) (focused on Joel and Sarah)

Javier Peña

L'informateur *

Muñequita -series- (ongoing)

Curvilínea *

Dieter Bravo

Bad Idea *

Claudia Flores

Tentaciones Sáficas *

[wannab-urs]

I use a number of tags on my blog to keep everything organized. Here's a list of the most common/most useful tags!

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fic recs - every fic I've ever reblogged

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[angelloverwriting]

Hi darlings, I’m Angel, I’m not a new writer but it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Here’s some stuff about me to get to know me a little better.

I’m absolutely feral for music. My favorite genre is probably alt rock, punk, or classic rock. My favorite bands are Flyleaf, Deftones, Guns n Roses, Korn, and Alice In Chain. I like some rap like Lil Peep and Linkin Park. I’m also a big baby so I like Mitski, Phoebe Bridgers, the Neighborhood, and TV Girl. I love OLD Panic At The Disco.

I loved stuffed animals, idc that I’m too old.

I love real animals too, and I work at a zoo.

I love movies. And acting. And I’m on the road of becoming a film actor.

I love art and poetry and writing.

I’m super friendly and love talking to people, so don’t be afraid to reach out if we share some interests or wanna get to know me more :)

I’m bisexual, so this is an LGBTQ safe place

My requests are always open <3

Characters and people I write for >>>>

Rory Culkin

Jack Thurlow

Charlie Walker

Danny Cooper

Jamie Campbell Bower

Henry Creel

Eddie Munson

Ellie Williams

Joel Miller

Andrew Garfield

Tasm!Peter Parker

JF&DD!Harry Osborn

Jess Mariano

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Ben Parish

Evan Walker

Cassie Sullivan

Aaron Warner

[dear-indies]

Do you guys have any alternate faceclaims for Ezra Miller? I can’t quite find a fit myself; thank you so much in advance! 😭

Lawrence Rothman (1982) Ashkenazi Jewish - genderfluid - they/them.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary - they/them - pansexual.

Rebecca Sugar (1987) Ashkenazi Jewish - non-binary - she/her they/them - bisexual.

Mal Blum (1988) Ashkenazi Jewish - non-binary trans - they/them.

Tyler Ford (1990) Black and White Jewish - agender - they/hir.

Emma Sulkowicz (1992) Chinese, Japanese, Ashkenazi Jewish - non-binary - they/them.

Rivkah Reyes (1992) Filipino / Jewish - non-binary and queer - they/she - has bipolar disorder.

Misha Osherovich (1997) Ashkenazi Jewish - non-binary - they/them.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf - trans genderqueer and pansexual - he/him.

Ben Levi Ross (1998) Jewish - non-binary - they/he.

Ariela Barer (1998) Mexican [75% Ashkenazi Jewish 25% Unspecified]- she/they - has since deleted her Instagram post stating they're non-binary so I’m unsure if they still identify as such but I'll list her until they state otherwise!

Zo Tipp (?) Japanese Jewish - non-binary - they/he.

MARS / Margarita Zhitnikova (?) Jewish - non-binary - they/them.

Neta J. Rose (?) Ashkenazi Jewish - non-binary - they/them.

Here you go!

[kattra]

What I’m Reading

BOOKS OF JUNE Black Light by Kimberly King Parsons (SS) Greedy: Notes From a Bisexual Who Wants Too Much by Jen Winston (NF)  Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes by Eric LaRocca The Music Shop by Rachel Joyce  Things We Lost in the Fire by Mariana Enríquez (SS)  Making Love With the Land by Joshua Whitehead (NF)  The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah ** The Renunciations by Donna Kelly (P)

Graphic Novels: Call of the Night Vol.6-7 by Kotoyama  Caste Heaven Vol.7-8 by Chise Ogawa Akira Vol.1-2 by Katsuhiro Otomo Black or White Vol.1-3 by Sachimo Poppy’s Inferno written by Poppy & Ryan Cady, illustrated by Zoe Thorogood & Amilcar Pinna D.N.Angel Vol.1-10 by Yukiru Sugisaki* **

(87 books read / 125 books goal)

currently reading:  The Witching Hour by Anne Rice  The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (P)  Shut Up You’re Pretty by Téa Mutonji (SS)  Girlhood by Melissa Febos (NF) The Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano The Dark Queens: The Bloody Rivalry That Forged the Medieval World by Shelley Puhak  Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein (P) 

* - re-read // ** - 4+ star-rating (recommended) GN - graphic novel // NF - non-fiction // P - poetry SS - short story collection // AB - audiobook 

TBR: Our Missing Hearts by Celeste Ng  A Game of Fate by Scarlett St. Clair Flyaway by Kathleen Jennings We Had No Rules by Corinne Manning (SS)  Bad Gays: A Homosexual History by Ben Miller & Huw Lemmey (NF)  Talk to My Back by Yamada Murasaki (GN) Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands by Kate Beaton (GN)

WHAT ARE YOU READING? :D

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[rcsplendent]

❝ all  this  running  around,  trying  to  cover  my  shadow. ❞

☼☾  (  gabriel  luna  ,  46  ,  he/him  ,  cis  man  ,  king  of  sicily  )  -  have  you  seen  DIEGO  DE  LA  ROSA?    we’ve  heard  through  the  grapevine  that  they’re  RIGHTEOUS  but  also  DOGGED. when  you  think  of  them  ,  you  think  of  the  crash  of  an  ocean  wave  against  a  cliffside,  skillful  hands  guiding  a  mainsail  with  expert  precision,  the  grit  of  sand  and  sea  salt  on  your  skin.

parallels  :  tommy miller  (  the last of us  )  ;  pubba / richard fox  (  sweet tooth  )  ;  han solo  (  star wars  )  ;   ben cash  (  captain fantastic  )

BASIC  INFO

FULL  NAME:  diego cesar de la rosa

NICKNAMES:  none, really; though he does prefer to be called diego over most honorifics.

AGE:  forty-six

GENDER & PRONOUNS:  cis man, he/him

ORIENTATION:  bisexual biromantic

LANGUAGE(S)  SPOKEN:  primary  —  italian, castilian spanish;  conversational  —  french, english

ACCENT:  spanish

ALIGNMENT:  choleric

ZODIAC:  sagittarius

LABEL:  the thalassophile;  one who has a spiritual connection with the ocean; who feels at home while at sea.

APPEARANCE  &  PERSONALITY

FACE  CLAIM:  gabriel luna

HEIGHT:  six feet, two inches

HAIR:  nearly black and curly, jaw-length, usually swept away from his face. when he's working or sailing, the top half of his hair is usually tied up in a small bun at the back of his head. 

EYES:  dark brown.

USUAL  EXPRESSION:  careful and assessing; generally warm in demeanor, though he is uncharacteristically informal for a king. 

POSITIVE  TRAITS:  magnanimous,  friendly,  egalitarian,  determined,  just,  family-oriented,  equitable,  calculating

NEGATIVE  TRAITS:  dogged,  persistent,  vengeful,  capricious,  uncouth,  protective,  vindictive,  flighty,  underestimated

THINGS  TO  KNOW

you were born into chaos, but the good kind — the kind that signified real, unprecedented change.

your father was a brave man, and had overthrown the tyrannical king of sicily just a year prior. the people were suspicious of him at first — the de la rosa name had been tainted for hundreds of years by stories of pillaging and piracy, your father carrying a generations-long legacy of stealing from the rich to give to the poor all across europe. your father spent nearly his entire life at sea, living the life of a pirate. but he had returned to the shores of his homeland for the first time in years when he'd heard that his people were suffering.

he stepped off of his ship straight into a brewing revolution, but he knew that they would never be able to overthrow the king without some sense of order. he became the revolution's fearless leader — with the dogged, imposing presence of a ship's captain, he organized the people of sicily from a rough-around-the-edges comeuppance in the streets, into a full-scale uprising. 

the king at the time was a textbook tyrant, taxing the already-poor citizens into poverty and hoarding food, water, money, and resources all for himself and his family. the de luca family. they had ruled over sicily for generations upon generations, becoming more and more greedy as the centuries passed, but despite their long-standing monarchy, they didn't even look like they hailed from the same country. the people of sicily were tan-skinned from hours spent working and playing in the sun — the de lucas were sickly pale from spending all day and night in their egriegously ornate palace, the floors, walls, and ceilings made entirely of gold.

it took eight months of planning, but on a hot, august day, when he was sure the royal family would be caught entirely off guard, your father led the people of sicily in storming the palace. he was the one to personally drag the king off of his throne and throw him outside, into the sun. the sunburn that he procured as your father read off the people's miles-long list of grievances was wicked.

the de luca clan was exiled from sicily that same day, and the sicilian people turned to your father to lead them. he'd been the captain of a ship for so long that it was natural for him to become a leader — but he vowed, as the crown was placed atop his head, that he would never be like the previous king. he would lead them generously, beginning with a redistribution of wealth.

it began with the stripping of the palace. all of the gold used to gild the floors, walls, and ceilings was meticulously removed, your father working amongst the people to pry up the tiles. every single person was given enough gold to support them and their families for five lifetimes over. he worked tirelessly to establish a thriving mining industry, having discovered a string of ore and gemstone mines in the sicilian cliffsides. sicily had already been known for its luxury items — precious inks, textiles, fabrics, and the most delicious of food — but your father sent the economy skyrocketing. after years of abject poverty, the average sicilian was living the life of other countries' rich and noble.

and then there was you. your father married a local woman he'd met during the revolution planning — his right-hand woman. they had you just a year after he took the throne. but your father was not a typical king, so you did not live the life of a typical heir. you were raised alongside the children of commoners, but more importantly, you were raised to love the sea.

your father had been a pirate, but he'd relinquished his illicit ways in favor of leading your nation — but that did not mean he had given up his love of the sea. so, he instilled it in you. you learned to fish before you could fully walk. your earliest memory is of your own tiny hands, catching a fish in a small makeshift net, your parents scooping you into their arms with congratulatory cheers and fond laughter.

you were sailing by the time you were ten. you could pilot your own boat on your own by thirteen, manning the sails and stays with the expertise of your ancestors. you had probably clocked more hours at sea than on dry land — sometimes spending up to an entire week out on your sailboat with your siblings, who came not long after you, placing bets for how long you could stay out on the water, depending on your water supply and by fishing and diving for food. 

your father was a lively man despite getting on in age. but he could not leave his post at the throne — managing an egalitarian nation such as sicily was not something he could do remotely. so he sent you, his heir, on philanthropy and political missions, sailing all around the mediterranean and europe, even down to africa. you learned how to function in the political gamut this way — you were an atypical prince, never dressed in formal clothes, skin & hair always damp & salty from the sea even as you sat in marbled rooms and negotiated with rulers much more powerful than you. but you learned how to play the game, just as you learned to sail — quickly, doggedly, and with the ancestral knowledge of dozens of ship captains before you.

you followed these responsibilities into adulthood, sailing from nation to nation, island to island. eventually, you found yourself bringing home strays — children from orphanages in the places you'd visit, children who needed to get out of whatever situation they were in. you had been raised to never let another person suffer if you could help it. and if you could help them ... well, why wouldn't you?

you find yourself with three children, now, two of which you adopted in this way, but the youngest — the youngest you had with your beloved. your spouse, who has stood by you for over two decades, now. they were there with you when you'd be at sea for months at a time, sometimes by your side, sometimes waiting ever-patiently for you to come home. they were they with you when your father passed, a life long-lived finally taking its toll. 

his funeral was attended by almost the entire nation of sicily. they mourned him almost as deeply as you did — their fearless leader who had hauled them out of sickness, poverty, and despotism into a collective existence of both luxury and equity. he was buried at sea, like he'd wished. you were a mess for months; the man who raised you to be greater than him was now gone. you were still grieving him when you were coronated to take his place at the ship's helm.

you do your best to take after him, and your people seem to find you agreeable enough, if not a bit wily. you've learned the ways in which being an heir is different from being a king. potential is not enough — action is necessary, as is decorum and to some extent, a level of hubris amidst your determination to remain humble. the last ten years of your life have tethered you to the sicilian shore, the responsibilities of a king making it difficult for you to escape to the sea despite how much you long for it. but no matter — you accept your duties with the grace and willingness of a true leader, and you tackle any and all challenges head-on.

the legacy that precedes you — generations of robin hoods before you who took from the tyrannical and gave to the needy, using methods both illicit and just — is the reputation you carry with you to france. people may see you as they saw your forefathers: a conniving, greedy pirate who wants nothing more than to pillage, steal, and sow discord into the lives of the orderly and unassuming. but this is not so. you've found that you rule the same way you sail. navigating the tides with expertise — finding the give-and-take, the push-and-pull, and using it to your advantage; no destination in sight other than braving the next wave.

HEADCANONS

diego is the king of sicily ! a tl;dr of everything ^ up there is that his father overthrew a tyrannical king, and then had diego a year later. diego spent most of his adolescence & adulthood at sea, doing political work for his father as the heir to the throne. he adopted two kids while at sea from orphanages in the nations he visited, and then had one more with his spouse.

diego comes from a long line of pirates ! his father was an infamous pirate that would pillage & steal from the rich in other nations, but would then distribute that wealth to the poor ( although that part usually gets left out of his story ). diego idolized his father and saw him as a good man despite his reputation ( and the reputation he's now left with ).

diego is an egalitarian ruler, meaning that he cares a lot about his people being treated fairly. he does not like the idea of conquest or war, but will lend military aid to any country that is trying to fight off a more powerful one. 

sicily is a seafaring nation. most people spend much of their childhood learning how to fish & sail. sicily is made up of the southernmost tip of what is now italy ( and is itself a large island ), as well as hundreds of islands in the mediterranean such as malta, capri, ischia, etc.

sicily is known mostly for its fishing & mining industries as well as high-quality textiles and fabrics, and also amazing seafood !

diego definitely taught his kids how to fish & sail a boat before they could fully walk, i mean lbr.

he's a family man, and adores his spouse & children more than anything in the world.

he's a very atypical king and doesn't like to do the whole pomp & circumstance thing. he is very good at it, though — he just doesn't love the formality of it all.

overall, he's a pretty friendly guy, and very vivacious if not a little brash. he came to france to make alliances, but is keeping his eye out for countries who might be getting a little too big for their breeches. he's got robin hood, pirate blood in him, and isn't above playing dirty if it means restoring order to waht he deems as chaos.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

his kids, siblings & spouse : please god ,,,, bring this man his family. he adores them sm and would do anything for any of them.

other rulers : listen .. this can go a few different ways. if they're a fair ruler and aren't trying to actively wage war against anyone, he's down for an alliance. but something he is absolutely NOT down for is greed. he doesn't make alliances for the purposes of growing wealth — only out of solidarity in times of distress. it's probably not the best way to go about things, and he'll probably need to be convinced eventually that financial agreements are a good thing. he's just very, very righteous in his morals.

people his father stole from : diego's father was a pirate, and got up to all sorts of shit all over europe & asia. no doubt he pillaged some of the people at the summit, or their families. 

advisors & guards : he's definitely got 'em ! and he's definitely going to need advisors to help him decide who to trust. 

[identity-library]

Diverse Sexuality (Web Series)

A:

Acception (Webtoon)

Bo (Aromantic, Asexual)

Casper (Gay)

Iris Bossman (Bisexual)

Always Human (Webtoon)

Austen (Lesbian)

Rae (Aromantic, Asexual)

Sunati (Lesbian)

B:

Brimstone and Roses (Webtoon)

Ava Song (Unspecified WLW)

Beatrice "Bea" Rosario (Unspecified WLW)

Sofia Rosario (Unspecified WLW)

C:

D:

Daisy Brown (YouTube)

Daisy Brown (Lesbian)

E:

Epithet Erased (YouTube)

Arnold Markdown (Gay)

Giovanni Potage (Bisexual)

Howie Honeyglow (Aromantic, Asexual)

Naven Nuknuk (Bisexual)

Percival King (Asexual)

Phoenica Fleecity (Bisexual)

Trixie Roughouse (Pansexual)

Zora Salazar (Bisexual)

F:

Forever After (Webtoon)

Aladdin (Lesbian)

Badroulbadour (Lesbian)

Lea (Lesbian)

Mad Hatter (Gay)

March Hare (Gay)

Rapunzel (Gay)

Robin Jane Brown (Bisexual)

Tank (Bisexual)

Wicked Witch (Bisexual)

Foxglove (Webtoon)

Anna (Lesbian)

Ceridwen (Aromantic)

Einan (Gay)

Elisa (Lesbian)

Feno (Aromantic, Asexual)

Rowan Alberio (Demisexual, Panromantic)

G:

H:

Heartstopper (Webtoon)

Aled Last (Demisexual, Gay)

Ben Hope (Bisexual)

Charlie Spring (Gay)

Darcy Olsson (Lesbian)

Michael Holden (Pansexual)

Nathan Ajayi (Gay)

Nick Nelson (Bisexual)

Sahar Zahid (Bisexual)

Tara Jones (Lesbian)

Tori Spring (Arospec, Asexual)

Youssef Farouk (Gay)

Helluva Boss (YouTube)

Asmodeus (Unspecified MLM)

Blitzo (Pansexual)

Fizzarolli (Gay)

Moxxie Knolastname (Bisexual)

Stolas (Gay)

I:

J:

K:

L:

Leif & Thorn (Web Comic)

Annie Persil (Unspecified WLW)

Clover Estragon (Unspecified WLW)

Cress Fenouil (Unspecified WLW)

Ebony Muscade (Bisexual/Pansexual)

Elisa (Bisexual/Pansexual)

Florian Amande (Unspecified MLM)

Grassie Amande (Unspecified WLW)

Hedge Dubois (Unspecified WLW)

Katya (Asexual)

Laurel Cerise (Bisexual/Pansexual)

Leif of Sønheim (Unspecified MLM)

Marula Boatman (Unspecified WLW)

Matatuhi Kaihanga (Unspecified MLM)

Nigella Badiane (Pansexual)

Pania Kaitangata (Asexual, Panromantic)

Plum Estragon (Unspecified WLW)

Thorn Estragon (Unspecified MLM)

Violet "Vi" Fenouil (Unspecified WLW)

M:

Marble Hornets (YouTube)

Jay Merrick (Gay)

Jessica Locke (Bisexual)

Muted (Webtoon)

Avaline Severin (Bisexual)

Camille Severin (Lesbian + Polyamorous)

Dendro (Lesbian)

Jazmin LeRoux (Demisexual)

Nyra Dupre (Bisexual)

Silvia Severin (Aromantic, Asexual)

N:

Nevermore (Webtoon)

Annabel Lee Whitlock (Unspecified WLW)

Lenore Vandernacht (Unspecified WLW)

Prospero (Aromantic)

O:

Out of the Blue (Webtoon)

Eddie (Gay)

Out With Dad (Web Show)

Nathan Miller (Asexual)

Rose Miller (Lesbian)

P:

Q:

R:

S:

Serious Trans Vibes (Webtoon)

Stephanie "Stephie" Bondu (Bisexual)

T:

The Four of Them (Webtoon)

Gaby Marquez (Unlabeled MLM)

Mariel Bemberg (Lesbian)

Marina (Aromantic, Asexual)

Micaela Grillo (Lesbian)

The Mysqueery Gang (Webtoon)

Archie (Lesbian)

Hani (Bisexual)

Io (Asexual)

Rash (Unlabeled WLW)

Total Drama Next Generation (YouTube)

Belinda (Bisexual)

Cosmo (Unspecified MLM)

Kate (Lesbian)

Stuart (Bisexual, Male Lean)

U:

Unity (Web Comic)

Juni Melrose (Asexual)

V:

Vindicaris (Tapas/Webtoon)

Arbo (Pan)

Sel (Pan)

W:

Winter Moon (Webtoon)

Florence de Beaumont (Gay)

X:

Y:

Z:

#:

#Blessed (Webtoon)

Joanna (Unspecified WLW)

[darlinghowl]

shout out to leading man in a sitcom, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Sundown

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Ben shows his true colors

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Oh my god the violence. Violent is here. Im so sorry.

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"I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake Sundown, you better take care If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winning, when I'm losing again" ~Sundown, Gordon Lightfoot

Rey always had a way of making things better.

You were sat on the kitchen counter in a loose tank top and baggy shorts that may or may not be Will’s boxers, watching Ray cook for you an Iris. She’d been feeling unwell this morning, no doubt the stress of everything that happened the last few weeks getting to her normally impenetrable facade. You found out she caught the tail end of what Will did to Jonah. Now both of you had watched your fathers die.

But Rey had been emotional support to both of you. You leaned more on your husbands, but Rey gave a sense of normalcy. He was a lot like Ben, making it so you could let go of the guilt that plagued you constantly, clearing your mind of the swirling thoughts of Beatriz and Santiago’s true natures.

Will was safe. Protective and gentle and strong, he continued to dot on you, massaging vitamin c oil into your scars to reduce them now that they could take a little bit of pressure. Your healer, your guardian. You thanked him profusely for protecting you against Jonah’s attempt to rape you, even if parts of you still wished he wasn’t dead.

Francisco was who you were the most honest with. You could tell him how you felt about Santiago and Beatriz, work out your confusing thoughts in soft whispers when you were with only him. Santiago never let Francisco sleep with you anymore at night.  

Walking past you to open the oven, he gave your hand a squeeze, lingering a bit. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it; he just wanted you to feel better. To know he was there. He was better than this place, you knew now. Better than this world.

“Madonna! There you are!” Ben rushes in with Will behind him, reaching for you. “Christ! I was worried!”

You’re a bit shocked, but can’t help sliding into his arms. “What do you mean? I’m right here…”

Ben holds you close, your body pressed against his, skin to skin making you cringe. It wasn’t him, it was the idea of touch lately at all. 

Will clarified. “You said you were going to be in the garden, we were worried when we didn’t see you.”

You try to squirm out of Ben’s arms. His grip is hard and uncomfortable… he’s too close. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just- ow, Ben- I didn’t think I needed to let you know? I never did before… Ben, please-” He’s kissing you now, your cheek, your neck, your lips… you don’t want Rey and Iris to see you like this… You hear Iris say something, but can’t quite make it out.

“That was before. With everything that’s happened, Jonah, the assasination attempt, we need to know where you are, always.” You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in front of Iris. You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in general. You squirm and try to dodge his kisses.

He rubs against the deepest burn on your belly, making you whimper, trying to push him away. Memories of Jonah’s attack flash in your hands, and suddenly he’s pulled off you. You think for a moment it’s Will, but you see Ben’s blonde hair fisted in Iris’s hand.

“She said stop!” Iris yanks him away and horror drops in your stomach. Ben wouldn’t hurt her, no, you didn’t need to worry, Ben was loving, fun, sunshine- He swung, clocking Iris on the jaw.

What happened next was a blur. Reyansh was on Ben is a second, a rage you’d never seen from your sweet guard before, and the two rays of sunshine throwing hands. Reyansh is slammed against the wall and you shout, wanting to run to him but before you even move Will’s hand is on your wrist. You watch two men you love beating on each other, Rey kneeing Ben in the balls and throwing him to the ground where he momentarily had the advantage. Ben, however, gripped Rey’s hair and used the momentum to roll their bodies over so Ben was on top. You’d seen Ben use the same move during sex. 

“WILL! DO SOMETHING!” You scream, watching them hurt each other but Ben with the clear advantage. Still, all he does is hold you back, fingers stroking your hair in an attempt to placate you, but you can’t stand by… still, you can’t get in the middle of a bloody fist fight, especially after watching Jonah die… why couldn’t Will step in when he clearly had the strength to? Ben has the upper hand, and looks like he’s close to killing rey the way Jonah died.

You see Iris make a move to get Ben off him, and Francisco who was previously frozen in shock runs to her. She tried to get out of his grasp, but he simply pushes her away and tackles Ben down. Francisco uses his weight to pin him, using a soothing voice to try and calm the fit. You yank your hand, hand, releasing it from Will’s grasp and painfully pulling on the burnt skin but you needed to get to Rey. Iris pulls his head on her lap, and he spits out some blood onto her dress but gives his girl a weak smile.

“You alright, my love?” He asks her, despite you cleaning blood off his face and her seeming unharmed.

She chuckles, crying but gives him a smile as well. “I’m alright, baby. I’m alright.”

Will is standing above you. You see Ben and Francisco are rising now, Frankie still holding Ben.

“What the hell was that, Saha!”

Rey doesn’t dignify Will with an answer, but you turn to him, giving a little bite to your tone. 

“He was defending his girl, Will. You’d done the same for me.”

“Madonna…” He warning in a stern voice, one that made you feel like a child being admonished by a house mother again. “He is a guardsmen, sworn to protect us, not throw punch-”

You looked up at him again, snapping. “He hit Iris!”

Ben chimed in with a ‘She hurt me first!’ but Will ignored him. “She involved herself in something she had no business to.”

“But Ben!-” You were cut off my Iris whispering your name. Her eyes were fearful… and you realize they held the same glint as when you caught her and Ben together… She mouthed, ‘don’t.’

Your eyes never leave hers. “Well, she’s my friend and he’s my personal guard so she’s under my protection.”

Fracicsco’s arms pull you, careful not to touch your sensitive parts. He’s telling you to go, but you worry for Rey and Iris.

“Will, you can’t hurt them, please?”

“I’m not-”

“But you are!” You pull at Francisco’s hand. “You are, because they hurt Ben but please! Don’t!”

Will sighs, shoulders relaxing down as he decides not to lie. “Madonna, they have to be punished. I promise it won’t be harsh.” His blue eyes look remorseful and honest, like he’s resigned to his duties. You trust he wouldn’t be unnecessarily cruel and you knew punishment was important in corrections… but this was Rey and Iris, your friends… Rey, who had only ever loved and protected you. Iris, despite everything, she took care of you. 

This time when you pull your arm Francisco lets go, and you rush to Will. You reach for his face, cupping it as you stare into his eyes. Will’s expression was soft, indulgent. He was listening. “Look at him, Will.” You gesture to where Reyansh still bloodied Iris’s skirts. “They both got hit, and Rey took enough for both, don’t you think?”

He seemed sympathetic to the pain Rey was in. “That’s the natural consequence of a fight, Madonna. I need to punish them properly, according to our rules.”

Tears fill your eyes and you hear Ben grumble, Francisco shushing him. “My husband, my love…” You beg him in choked words. You try to appeal to his sense of ownership over Rey and the guards. “He’s your guard, and someone hurt him… can’t we just call it even? Please?”

“No, Madonna.”

Rey coughs from the ground below you, trying to sit up. “I can take it, Will. Just don’t hurt Iris.”

With that, Will’s face shifts. This pulls at something and you take it. “He was just trying to protect her! You’d do the same if anyone hit me, Will, please you killed a man for me, you killed Melanie for me, I know you understand…” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles that were still healing for beating Jonah to death. “Please… there's been so much pain here this week… I promise, I promise they learned.”

Ben must've seen Will considering, because he spoke. “Don’t let them get away with it, that bitch put her hands on me!”

His language shocked you, never hearing him talk like that, and Francisco saw the look in your eyes. “Will, c’mon… I think his nose is broken… and Iris just lost her dad… Madonna is under a lot of stress, don’t give her more.”

Finally, Will sighs despite Ben’s protests. He walks over to where Iris and Rey sit and helps them both up. “Go.” He says to Iris. “You can use my medicine closet. Patch him up. I expect him back on duty tonight.”

“Will! What the hell!” Ben shouts but you run up to Will, giving him a short peck on the cheek and whispering thank you.

Will tells Ben to fuck off, and goes to unlock his medicine for Reyansh. Iris turns and gives you a smile. 

“You just like to touch everyone but me, don’t you?” Ben’s words shock you back to reality.

“What? Ben… it’s not…” You reach for Francisco’s hand for security as he admonishes Ben, but he continues.

“You kiss Will, and I see you holding Saha’s hand, and now Frankie? But don’t think I’ve noticed you havn’t fucked me!”

“Benjamin!” Francisco shouts as you shrink at Ben’s words. He’s never spoken to you like this, and you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him angry, certainly not at you. “She’s had a traumatic months for fucks sake! Between Santi and Jonah can you go without pussy for a few fucking days?”

“I don’t know Frank, can you go without Santi’s dick in your ass for more than a few days?”

For the next several minutes, the two argued, exchanging heated words and painful secrets. You’d learned Francisco fucks Santiago every night, and the dark spots on his neck were from the husband who’d burned you alive. You learned Ben was sleeping with half of delta still. You learned there was a whole word that existed between the four of them that not only happened before you, but existed outside of you. You thought you were the nucleus holding them together. Instead, you were just the meal they feasted on.

*

You were finally well enough for him to take you on the horse, a careful walk, out to your meadows again. By now, you were too big to straddle him with his cock inside you and your skin and belly couldn’t bear his body against you. So, as you watched him set up the blanket, you knew you’d miss the feeling of napping in the warm sun with his cock stretching you.

“C’mere, baby.” Francisco helps you sit and then lay down, pulling you close with you using his meaty arm as a pillow.

“I miss you.” You mutter, and he kisses your neck.

His hand holds your stomach, feeling your baby kick. “I’m right here”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a moment, letting the birds sing and breeze below through the rustling grass. It was so nice out, and you were thankful for your skimpy dress. You are reminded of all the times you laid here, endless hours making him flower crowns, braiding the little ones into his hair, kissing him, napping… all while he’s stuffed inside you, your skirt spread around your thighs. How many times has Jonah seen you like this? Had he watched from the trees as you fucked in languid strokes, not even trying to cum but just to feel him bucking into you? 

Or when Santiago had tripped you, burning your cothes off, fucking you by the fire… had Jonah stood and watched? Had he taken in the view, his own pornography, before helping you? Or when Francisco finger fucked you on the horse, had he savored your sweet sounds and memorized them for nights alone with his fist? How long had he wanted you? How long had he taken even innocent moments and turned them into something vile? 

You felt Francisco’s hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and by instinct you scoot away just a tiny bit.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Madonna I’m not trying too- I don’t know why-”

“It’s okay.” No one had been inside you since Jonah’s attempt, you barely let them touch you… but you had to trust Francisco, right? He was good. He was so, so good. “It’s… it’s okay…”

The feeling of him shaking his head russells your hair. “No, no love, it’s not…” He’s pulling back from you and you miss the warmth of his body so you reach back and grab him. 

“I miss you…” You choke out. “I miss feeling you inside me… I miss you… please? I want you so bad, Francisco.”

“Baby…” He caresses you cheek with the back of his hand. “You’ve been through a lot…”

“And I don’t want it to change us. Santiago, Jonah… I won’t let them tear us apart…”

He kisses the back of your head. “They won’t. I won’t ever let that happen. You are more important than them.”

It slips out before you can stop. “Am I more important than Ben?”

“I love you.”

You don’t have it in you to press further, instead you arch your back so that your ass brushes against his cock in his pants. “So much has happened… I need this… I need to know you still love me.”

He sighs, stating firmly. “I do love you…” but he moved to unbuckle his pants. You wished you could see him, you wished you could see the way his belly folded over his jeans. You wished you could run your hands over the skin and feel the hair on his chest. But you weren’t ready for that. Instead you just relaxed into his arms, relaxed into him, his safety, his protection. When he pushes your skirt up, his hands are large over your asscheeks and you enjoy feeling covered by him. When he slides in, your body makes room for the familiar feeling.

“Do you want me to make love to you? Or do you just want me inside?”

“Make love, please…”

A gentle kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you.”

*

Sliding inside you once again, Frankie felt a homecoming. He loved the long hours you and him would spend here, cumming inside you multiple times but keeping you plugged up with his cum. He wished he hadn’t wasted so much time getting inside you properly, loving you the way you wanted to… he would have knocked you up first if he’d been going at this rate… but now, the odds weren’t in his favor.

Frankie revelled in the sound of your mewling, soft and tender like a little kitten… his to protect. As he slowly thrust into you, he vowed he wouldn’t let anyon hurt you again. He needed to talk to Ben, to Will… he needed them to get on board. You clearly cared for Iris and Rey and they cared for you, so he needed to make sure they were protected. Ben had been sneaking out more, going into the community to presumably fuck some other young niave thing… but a rule had been laid about Iris. The fact she was fucking him had been out of her character anyway, but it was over now.

Ben needed to stop sleeping with everyone he could get his hands on, and he needed to respect Madonna’s personal space and boundaries. He was not entitled to her body, especially after all this happened.

Looking up the hill and into the trees, Francisco saw Ben. He stood tall, a scowl on his face; he didn’t like that he got to be inside you.

Francisco sped up his movements, fucking up into you and making you cry out in pleasure. You were unaware of your audience. He never let up eye contact as he rammed his cock into your core and pressed you close to him. His hands felt you up, showing Ben what he was missing. Sitting atop his horse, Francisco watched as Benjamin pulled out his dick and began stroking himself furiously. It was a scramble after that, Frankie wanting you to cum before Ben did, to ruin his little show but still show off what Frankie could do, the sounds you could make. 

“Francisco…” You whine, and he buries his face in your neck after checking your eyes were still closed, lost in pleasure.

“I’m right here, Madonna. Always right here…” His longer fingers swirled your clit, and he knew you were close by the way you were clenching down hard. Perfect, you were perfect. Your body shook in his arms as he filled you, the sweet sounds of your orgasm echoing through the meadow valleys and hills and up to Ben’s ears. Francisco didn’t see if he came; he didn’t care anymore. He needed to take care of his Madonna, for suddenly you were crying.

“I wish it was you.” You sob into his sleeved up arm. He was thankful today didn’t require undressing. He didn’t want to have to explain the cuts. 

“What do you-”

“The baby! I wish it was yours!”

He brushes a stray lock out of your face as he attempts to sooth you. “May it is… we don’t know…”

“It’s not.” You shake your head. “It’s Will or Bens. I just know it. Those first months, you barely touched me, and after I fail the first time Santiago only touched me once a night!” The way you had switched from Pope to Santiago was not lost on him. “It’s one of them!”

“Is that a bad thing? They’ll love that baby too, just like I will.”

“SANTIAGO WILL KILL ME!”

You explained yourself then, what Santi said. How he threatened you. You had one job, according to him, and that was to get pregnant. It wasn’t suppossed to matter if it was by the Millers, by Santi or himself… but of course, of course Santi had to fuck with you more, because it isn’t really about the savior for Santi.

It’s about Frankie.

*

It had been a few days and Rey’s face looked awful. He had definitely broken his nose, bruising showing deeply despite his brown skin. 

“I’m fine, swear to the gods.” He promises after catching you staring at his face. 

“Your eye is almost swollen shut.”

“Like I said, totally fine.” he jokes and you give him a little kick from where you sat on the counter. Iris was feeling sick so Rey and you were taking over cooking dinner. The pineapple upside down cake was in the oven, and Rey was working on the main dish right now. 

He watched you watching him, hesitating before he spoke, his tone more sololm than you were used to. “If you could leave… would you?” He watches your eyes go wide, so he rushed to explain more. “You’re pregnant with the savior, there's nothing that says he needs to be raised here! You told me yourself, Beatriz was evil, Santi… sweetie c’mon he threatened you if the baby is blonde! What if he kills the savior when they are born?”

“Rey!” You whisper harshly. “You’re talking heresy!” Your eyes are wide.

He chuckles tiredly. “We crossed that line a while ago… Listen… I know you love that baby, I know you want them to grow up safe and happy but that can’t be here. You’re husbands, they are batship insane and you know it.”

“No.” You shake your head, refusing to accept it. “No, it’s just… Santi, I think he needs help… I can help him, I can make him a better-”

Reyansh grips your shoulders now, an intensity you weren’t expecting. “No! You can’t! It's not just you, you have to realize that. He didn’t hurt you because you did anything wrong. You take off Frankie’s shirt right now and you’ll see a fucking masscure because he’s fucking losing it! He’s dangerous! And Ben, he-”

 Reyansh stops, voice cracking and you notice the wetness of his eyes. The pain is etched into every line on his young face. “He rapes my wife. My beautiful, precious wife- he… and I didn’t know, this whole time I had no idea what he’s been doing to her…” You can see he’s crying now, and you’re frozen in fear, reaching for his wet face. “I just let it happen this whole time but now I know the truth, and it’s not happening again and I can’t bear to see you get hurt again. I’m gonna get her out, and I want you to come. I don’t want to leave you here but… I have to protect my family. I want that family to mean you too, anuja.”

There was so much to process here, your mind was whirling from everything you were told, but the idea of Iris and Ben… Did you walk in on her being raped by your husband? Had Ben truly tried to get you in on it, to kiss and touch her while she was raped? To make you an accomplice in his crimes? You think of how she looked at you… fuck, how could you not see it? How did you think she was willingly a part of it when it was clear she loved Reyansh? And you treated her so horrible after…

“I’m gonna be sick.” 

Your head spins, and Rey wraps his arms around to set your feet on the floor again. The hand that gently touched his wet, bearded cheek now was on his shoulder to steady yourself as he slid you down from the counter. His arms firm but chaste around you as he pressed against the marble.

“Hey take a deep breath-” His face was ripped away from you, eyes wide as Rey was pulled back by his hair. Then, before you can react, his already bruised head is slammed into the corner of the countertop.

He begins screaming and you do too. 

You can see Santiago in the doorway, but he makes no attempt to stop the events unfolding in front of you, does nothing as Ben grabs the kitchen knife and throws it directly into Reyansh’s chest where he lay in agony. The scene has begun to garner a crowd, Frankie running in at the sounds of your screams but freezes in shock as blood files the kitchen once again.

“BEN! STOP!!!” You scream, but Ben’s eyes are crazed and he’s screaming at Rey not to touch you.

You aren’t sure the exact moment his eyes go dead and body falls limp, no longer reacting to the mass of stabs Ben continues to inflict, but you know it’s already too late when Iris bursts in, screaming her lover’s name. When she runs to where Ben is slowing down, straddling over your best friend’s dead body, Francisco reacts quickly, scooping her up and grabbing Iris’s arms behind her back. 

“REY! REY! REY!” Iris screams non stop, fighting to get out of Francisco’s grasp as he tells her it’s too dangerous. 

Finally, Ben falls over, panting in exhaustion. He throws up on the floor and you realize he’s drunk. The smells of vomit mixes with copper in the the room as the fluids run together. You are barely standing, knees weak, palms sweaty, unable to process what you’ve seen as Ben stands up and stumbles towards you. Will is in the room now, taking it all in, muttering ‘jesus christ Benny… what did you do…’

But walks towards you, a bright smile of white teeth a strange flash of color among the red covering his face. Red. He’s covered in Reyansh’s blood.

“Hey baby, wanna give me a kiss?”

Ben is pulled away from you.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Francisco screams to him and you slide to the ground.

“He was touching her!” Ben tries to defend, but francisco is infuriated. He shoved Ben away, moving him to the door. On the ground, Iris is desperately trying to get Rey to come alive. The shakes, the touches to his face, the wretched sobs and ugly cries do nothing as he lays limp in her arms.

“FUCK YOU BENNY! HE WAS HER FRIEND! HE WAS MINE!” Francisco shoves him hard, making Ben stumble into Santiago.

Will steps up, gathering his fist in Francisco’s shirt. “Hey! Keep your fucking hands off him!” In which Santiago steps in and says something similar to Will. They begin to argue and fight and scream at each other; you are left on the floor, inconsequential. When you have the courage to look at Rey’s mangled corpse again, you gather the courage to crawl to him. Up close, the carnage in unbelievable.

There are massive gashes in him, holes in his body you can’t believe he had the strength and rage to go that hard into so many times. A stabwound in his eye.  A hole in his cheek.

“Rey…” You sob, reaching out for your bloodied friend. The door shuts behind you and you aren’t sure whose left. “Im so sorry, I’m so, so-”

Iris shoves you backwards, forcing you to fall softly on your butt. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She screams at you, and you sit in shock. She’s never spoken to you like this.

“Iris-”

“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE DANGEROUS TERRITORY!”

Francisco’s arms are around you, a feeling you’d recognize instantly. “I D-didn’t- I did mean-”

“You NEVER DO!” Her eyes are vicious, a fury that far surpassed anything you’ve ever seen in your life. “You are so goddamn stupid, walzing around here like you live in  FUCKING FARIE TALE and leave a trail of dead bodies behind you! You dad, Jonah, and now YOU HAD TO GET MY REY KILLED!”

You are speechless. She’s right. Everything is your fault. Jonah said your dad just wanted a better life for you… was that drive the reason the uprising started? Was the death of him, Deacon Tom, Delilah and all the rebels your fault? She had said she didn’t blame you for Jonah… but now her voice joins the chores of everyone else in your life… it was all your fault.

Francisco picks you up.

I'm so sorry

Months and months ago while constructing this story, I had a friend i was working on it a lot with. She had a big hand in creating Iris and Rey. The entire time, before it was entirely planned out even, I knew he was going to die. I knew there was no happy ending to be had for Iris and Reyansh. And that made some scenes very hard too write. Rey didn't deserve any of it. He was a good man who loved his "wife." (not legally married bc cult stuff but in all the ways that matter, they were.)

There is no going back from this now. Madonna is shown who Ben and Santi are.

The last poll i fucked up! It was suppossed to be who does BEN love most lol

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-You like solving (or trying to solve) mysteries. If you think you're good at figuring out who did it before the big reveal, try your hand at this audio drama! Each episode Ben will follow a new lead until everyone is a suspect. The only clue he really has at the start is blood writing on a cabin wall that reads "Where the Leaves Fall Purple." What does it mean? And what does it have to do with the disappearance?

-You want a show with positive queer rep. 3/5 of our main characters are part of the LGBT+ community. Ezra: Ben's roommate, is a gay man dealing with the recent breakup with his ex-boyfriend Wyatt. Their breakup meant that he also lost his best friend. Wyatt deals with the stereotypes and scrutiny of being a bisexual man as he's started dating a girl named Skylar after Ezra. Veronica is a lesbian who is often everyone's voice of reason. She's Janie's other best friend who doesn't like Ben much at the start.

-You like shows that don't shy away from harder topics. WTLFP deals with topics of anxiety, biphobia, domestic violence/assault, death, and grief. We put warnings on episodes that may be triggering. We wanted the story to feel authentic (in a tasteful, responsible way), which means that sometimes we do have to have the hard conversations/moments. We try our best to handle them with tact and heart.

-You want to support indie artists/creators. WTLFP started as a group of people getting together in the show's creator's basement to tell a good story. And that's still what it is. Majority of the cast and crew are volunteers and others are only receiving a small honorarium because it's all we can afford to do coming out of a very difficult time for creatives. You listening directly supports everyone involved. We appreciate every stream/download.

Thank you for reading! We hope you'll give us a try!

www.wtlfp.com/listen

[k-wame]

Todd, you know, for someone who's not gay, you sure say a lot of homoerotic things.