#felt like drawing something summery

[fkapple]

On the topic of seasonal outfits/Emily and Shane on Ginger Island

[erisvansserra]

Follow You Fenrys x Reader x Azriel

Summery: 30 years ago, Y/N fell through a portal and woke up in Prythian naked an afraid. She counted herself lucky that she was found by the shadowsinger and his high lord, who took her in and gave her a home. Despite their hospitality she dreamed of her home and the mate she left behind, Fenrys, who searched for her until one day.. he finds her.

AN:- GUYS this fanfic has legit been keeping me up at night so I thought I would share it with you all hahaha!!.

The light of the morning sun edged its head between the crack in the curtains, Azriel knew you were still asleep in the bed you shared, still snuggled between the sheets. He cursed himself for not coming through the door and choosing to fly straight to the balcony after work, spy work. Slowly he pushed the door open and poked his head inside. Relieved to see he hadn't wakened you up, he walked inside, spreading his wings to block out the rising sun from your face. Closing the door he walked over to his side of the bed, sat down and started kicking off his boots when he heard you stir behind him. "You're home late" You groan as he tips his head over his shoulder to look at you "Did something happen?" you continue and shuffle along the bed to make some room. "No, just had some reports to write up" Azriel answered as he slid into bed and wrapped you in his arms. Smiling softly, you nuzzled into his chest, still cold from riding on the wind to get home. You hummed sleepily and allowed yourself to fall back into that familiar comfort he offered you and began to dream.

30 Years Earlier Terrasen, your home as wild and free as your queen, Aelin. You sat at the dining table with Lysandra and Aedion as they spoke softly to their adoptive daughter. You hummed to yourself as you worked on the jewelry in your hand, slowly needling little diamonds onto it. You were so deep in concentration you didn't notice your mate's approach until his large hands landed on your shoulders, jolting you slightly. "Fen!" you yelp turning in your seat to look back at the golden male. Fenry's smiled down to you, his large canines making his smile look a little more sinister than he attended. "Did I scare you?" he chuckled, sliding into the seat next to you after placing a small kiss to the top of your head. "No" you lie and continue working on the necklace you're working on for Lysandra. You felt him move closer to you, his nose buried in your hair as he inhaled your sent "why don't we go for a swim? get your mind off this" he purred, his hand coming up to cover the necklace in your hand. You felt the want for him almost immediately, the hot pool in the pits of your stomach started to raise its head at his tone of voice. "There is a child present" Aedion snapped from the other side of the table, drawing both sets of eyes to him. Both you and your mate chuckled and decided to leave the room, together.

Fenrys was your typical fae male mate, he never left your side unless he needed to, he was territorial and protective... but what you loved most about him was he was fun. His golden hair was tied back in a bun, showing off his high cheekbones and sharp jaw line that made him look delicious. His onyx eyes slid to yours as a small smirk rose on his lips " like what you see?" he asked as he wrapped a toned, golden arm around your waist. "Always" you answer matching his smirk with your own. Your answer made his smile grow into his normal shit-eating grin, you roll your eyes playfully and rest your head on his shoulder as you continue making your way outside. The warm air kissed your skin as you opened the door to the courtyard, it was a beautiful day.

You and Fenrys skinny dipped in the lake not far from the keep, splashing each other playfully while swimming around in the cool water. What neither mate realized was this was the last day they were going to spend together, the last happy memory they would share before you were stripped from his arms in the middle of the night.

And dumped in Prythian.

Present Day

Mate, mate, mate, mate.

You miss your mate. As the dream rattles you awake you realise that Az is still asleep next to you, guilt hits you so fast you run out of the room and into the bathroom to throw up. As you retch into the toilet bowl you hear Az approach the bathroom and knock softly from the other side of the door. "Another dream?" he asks as he enters the room and crouches beside you to rub soothing circles on your back. "My mate" you answer as you peer at him between strands of fallen hair. He nods slowly, understanding the pain you feel and tucks some strands behind your ear. "Did you dream of falling again?" he asks, his voice as soft and gentle as silk. You nod once in response as your gut twists again threatening to spill more into the toilet bowl. Azriel was the most understanding person you had ever met, you weren't always with him, you were friends first. He was the one to find you that day, laying cold and naked on the forest floor. He took you to Rhysand, where he looked into your mind and saw everything, your home, your family.. Fenrys. It had taken some time for both sides to trust you, but in those years that Rhys was under the mountain you had grown close with the inner circle. Particularly Az. He knew your past, knew of the mate that you had been ripped away from... but he loved you all the same and was willing to give you the time you needed.

So here you both sat in front of the toilet bowl for the thousandth time in your relationship. Him giving you soft soothing words while you mourned the loss of your mate and your life. After some time, he scooped you into his arms and placed you back into bed. ......................

Later that day you sat in the living room with Feyre and Nyx, laughing as you watched the young lad learn to walk but failing. A warm cup of tea sat in your hands, the heat slightly burning the sensitive flesh of your palm, but you ignored it. Azriel had been called on by Cassian, something about a disturbance near the Illyrian camps they had to check out. He placed a warm kiss on your cheek before he flew off with his brother. "Any improvement?" Nesta asked as she walked into the room and plopped onto the couch next to you. "Hardly" Feyre answered as she took the babe back into her arms and planted kisses all over his face, making nyx scream in laughter. You and Nesta smiled as Nyx's fits of giggles filled the room, you looked to Nesta and offered her the cup in your hands. "its still warm" you prod as you hand the tea to her, she sips it then hands it back to you.

You and Nesta were best friends, she was a huge bitch to you at the start but recently... she's been the only person besides Az that understands your pain, your longing for home. She's also the only person in this whole house that reads dirty smut books with you.

"Bleh, I hate peppermint tea" she croons as she pulls a face, looking at the cup in your hands. "But its good for you" you jest and give her a sweet smile, bringing the tea back to your own lips. You and Nesta spend the rest of the afternoon talking and watching her nephew rise and fall. Feyre is about to out Nyx down for a nap when Rhysands voice fills your head.

"Come to the forest at once"

You and Feyre share a look, obviously she had been given orders to winnow you there. She quickly explains this all to Nesta then plops her son into her sisters hands, you hadn't had time to say anything to Nesta before Feyre grabbed you and winnowed away to the forest. Snow crunched under your feet as you landed behind the three warriors. Cassian, Az and Rhysand all had their weapons out and their backs turned to you. The wind hit your body so hard it almost knocked you backwards, the smell of pine and snow filling your senses as you tried to blink away the stinging in your eyes. "I don't want to fight you" came a rough voice that didn't belong to the three males in front of you, but did belong to someone you knew. Rowan, your oldest cousin and longest friend. Stalking forward you pushed through the three males that shielded you, you could have fell to your knees as Rowan's eyes met your own. A hand flew in front of you protectively, but you knocked it away as you ran to him, calling his name over and over. "y/n!" Rowan shouted, dropping his sword so he could wrap you in his arms. "How? How?" You asked as you buried your face into your cousin's neck, your body shaking as he held you against him. "Aelin, she worked it out" he explained as he pulled you away from him, his eyes darting from one side of your face to another taking in everything you were and everything you are. The Night Court stood behind you in complete shock, their faces blank as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. Azriel felt the pull to go and comfort you but held strong, not knowing this male and how he would react. Then a crunch of twigs caught their attention, a small blonde female emerged from the forest surrounding them, a small ball of fire danced in her palm as she walked towards you and rowan. You looked to Aelin for the first time in 30 years, she looked slightly older but unchanged from the Aelin in your memories. You didn't even shout her name, as she approached you fell to your knees and placed your head on the snow below you. "Aelin, forgive me" you pleaded to her, to your queen "I tried to come home but-" you continued but your words hitched in your throat as you felt her body call over yours. "Don't apologies you idiot" she said against your skin, slowly you raised and hugged her back while rowan stared down the night court still behind you. "Should we introduce ourselves?" Cassian mumbled to no one in particular catching your attention. You take Aelin's hand and help her stand; you walk her and your cousin over to your friends and make introductions. "This is your cousin?" Cassian asked, nodding his head to Rowan as he stood with Aelin, a protective arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. You nodded in response and looked up to the white hair male, his green eyes still darted between each person in front of him. " He is a bit of a brute" you say as you turn your attention back to the night court, earning a small smile from Feyre and a chuckle from Az. It hit you then, Azriel was here and had watched you reunite with your family, your court. You took a few steps toward him, but he held up his hand stopping you from coming any closer, confused, you nodded and stood still. Rhysand invited Aelin and Rowan to stay in the townhouse while the night court discussed their next move, they obliged and allowed Rhy's to winnow them away. "You must be happy" Feyre said coming to your side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I am" you said smiling back to her " I could go home" you continue softly. Feyre looks over her shoulder to Az who stares emotionless into the distance, she sighs and then turns her head forward again and whispers "he will miss you". You feel that guilt from earlier pang around in your chest again, you don't dare to look back at the shadowsinger, you and he both knew that your time together had just come to an end. " I will miss him too" you confess as Rhys winnows back to the forest.

"Come on, I will take you to be alone with them" Rhy's says and extends a tanned hand to you, smiling you leave Feyre's embrace and fit your hand in his. Not looking back as he takes you to the family you have dreamed of every night for the last 30 years.

[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: continuing to struggle with coming to terms, reader seeks solace in Anya, trying and failing to confess, until they finally couldn't avoid it any longer.

tw: reader is bad at feelings.

a/n: this has become a series...

wc: 2k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

In response to your newfound feelings, you decided to do what you do best. Ignore it. Ignore the fluttering of your heart when Daisuke looked towards you after a joke, like he wanted to make you laugh specifically. Or the quiet moments, sitting side by side at night, you didn’t miss the way he would stare at you instead of the fake sky, making your insomnia problem worse. Or how he had become more touchy, how had you not noticed it before? They way he’d brush the back of his hand against yours when walking side by side, or how he’d bump shoulders with you more often than not, or the brief hugs he’d give you if you looked particularly down. 

It was eating at you, but you’d be damned if you were gonna say anything. You can’t remember a time you felt this strongly about someone. Sure, you’ve had passing crushes and found people attractive, but those all passed. But this? You were stuck, hurtling through space, with someone you not only found attractive, but were also falling for. You felt like you were going to tear your hair out. This wasn’t good for your health. It felt like you were going crazy. Not to mention the constant urge to just get all your aggression out by squeezing the living daylights out of Daisuke. 

It seemed you weren’t hiding your deteriorating mental state well. Finishing your daily tasks for Anya, she seemed to have noticed the tired look in your eyes…or maybe the eye bags, those might have been a dead give-away. 

“Have you been sleeping alright?” Anya asked, eyes holding concern. 

“As good as it’ll get,” You shrugged, deflecting the question. 

“If there’s something on your mind you can always talk to me,” She remarked. “It may be my job, but I also care about you.” That made you pause, biting your lip and you mulled over your options. Either keep your feelings to yourself and go nuts or talk to the only other person you feel comfortable with…

Sitting down, you kept your gaze on your lap, fiddling with your fingers, “I’ve…uh. I’ve come to a sudden realization.” 

“And what might that be?” Anya asked softly, watching your anxious movements with a trained eye. Your fidgeting grew worse, now messing with the sleeves of your uniform. If you said it outloud that would make it real, and that was what was holding you back. All these new emotions scared you, and for all you knew Daisuke only thought of you as a friend. The uncertainties of the whole situation made you want to grasp onto any semblance of control you held, and that was holding onto your emotions, keeping them in check and acting like you didn’t want to kiss the living daylights out of one of your crewmates. 

“I think I’m going crazy.”

It's not what you wanted to say, but the truth felt too heavy on your tongue, unable to push the words past your lips. Avoiding her gaze, you looked at the board behind her, eyes landing on a drawing of Jimmy with the word yimpy. Glaring at the image, you wondered why traces of Daisuke seemed to follow you no matter where you went. 

“Hmm,” Anya hummed, tapping her pen against the desk. “Why?”

“I…I,” You tried so hard to say it, to get the damn fuzzy yet heavy feelings off your chest, but your mouth wouldn’t let you. Thankfully, Anya was patient, analyzing you to make sure this wasn’t too serious to your mental health. Squeezing your hands into tight fists, you pushed through, the words finally spilling past your lips, “I think I’m falling for Daisuke!” 

Your eyes widened at how loud you said it, cheeks warming and glancing behind you to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Anya’s demeanor softened, letting out a small sigh of relief. You really scared her for a second. But now that the dam had broken, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from gushing. 

“I-I’ve never felt this way before and it’s so scary. And it’s hard to avoid because he’s always following me around and making me laugh, and when I’m with him it doesn’t seem so bad, but then when I’m alone I overthink everything. It’s driving me crazy.”

Anya nodded, taking in your words and coming up with a thoughtful response, “New things are scary. But it seems like you both really like each other. I’d say the best way to go about this is to confront the problem, tell Daisuke how you feel. As scary as it may be, it's better than keeping it in. Of course if you two do start dating then you’d both have to fill out some paperwork-”

“I think we’re skipping a step,” You said, words muffled as you shoved your face in your hands. 

…

You knew Anya was right. You should just tell him, that’s the most logical conclusion, but if you struggled to tell her, how the hell were you supposed to tell the actual person? You glanced at your main problem, wearily eyeing him as Swansea was trying to guide him in fixing a pipe. You weren’t an idiot, you knew that he liked you, but the question was how much? Was it all platonic? Maybe a hint of romantic feelings? Was he already crushing on you? How the hell were you supposed to know? It angered you, you were out of your depth and it was scary. 

“I did it!” Daisuke exclaimed, smiling brightly towards Swansea than you.

“Good job,” Swansea muttered gruffly. “You didn’t break anything this time.” 

When his eyes landed on you, expectant look in his eyes, you found yourself folding, “You did great.” Curse your traitorous heart speeding up when his grin brightened. He was nearly jumping across the halls, vibrating where he stood.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, kid,” Swansea shook his head. “The question is can you do it again?” 

“I’m sure he can,” You remarked offhandedly. The old man glanced at you before shaking his head, muttering something about kids these days. 

“Let’s take a ten minute break,” Swansea grumbled. “Not sure how much longer I can deal with you two.” You watched him leave with a raised eyebrow, your lips slightly lifted in a small smirk. 

It was silent for a few moments before Daisuke spoke up, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, tilting your head. “Yeah, why?”

“You just…seem a bit off,” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You snarked, eyes falling into a glare. 

“N-nothing bad,” He defended, holding his hands up like a shield. “You just…you can talk to me y’know. We’re friends after all.”

Letting out a sigh you deflated, “Sorry, I know. It’s just…hard to explain.”

“Harder to explain than stealing the Captain's scanner for some sweetener packets?”

“Hmm,” You genuinely thought about it, amused. “No, I don’t think I can beat that.” The two of you chuckled softly before it was quiet again. With the way Daisuke worriedly looked at you, you felt a bit guilty. You had been snapping at him more than usual (easy to beat as you never really snapped at him), taking out your frustrating emotions on those around you. You had been unfair, and now seems like the perfect time to finally get the weight off your chest…and apologize properly.

“I, uh, have something to admit,” You confessed, rubbing your arm awkwardly. “Just…let’s not make it weird-”

“Alright,” Swansea unknowingly cut you off, coming back in. “No more time to dawdle, the ship won’t fix itself.” You huffed, glaring at the ground. It was just your luck that right as you were about to do the grown thing and talk about your emotions someone had to cut you off.

Pushing yourself off the crate you were sitting on, you waved at the two on your way out, “I’ll see ya around.” Not looking back, you missed the way Daisuke watched you in concern.

…

You paused mid-turn, freezing when you heard someone knock on your door. Daisuke’s muffled call of your name rang through your room. Grumbling to yourself, you got up. It’s not like you were getting any sleep anyhow. Pulling down the handle, the door slid open to reveal Daisuke, his hair was ruffled and he was wearing his pajamas. A frown tugged at his lips, eyes watching your sluggish form. “Come in,” You murmured, stepping away from the door and sitting on your bed. Closing the door behind him, he sat next to you. No words needed to be shared, you knew exactly why he was here. Once again, you found the silence to be terribly loud, racking your brain on where to start. 

“I’m sorry for treating you like shit,” You apologized, gaze focused in front of you.

“What are you talking about?” Daisuke asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Y’know,” You grumbled, picking at the blanket beneath you. “I keep snapping at you out of nowhere. It’s not right, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh,” He nodded in realization.

“Yeah,” You sighed.

“Something been irritating you?” He asked leaning down to try and meet your gaze. 

“That's…I…” Once again, you felt your tongue grow heavy at the thought of admitting your feelings. Allowing yourself to be so vulnerable was terrifying. It was like carving your heart out and serving it on a platter, hoping that he’d treat it with care. The question was, were you willing to put the knife to your chest and cut? 

Meeting his eyes, held with concern and something you couldn’t put your finger on, you could feel the knife twist.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Daisuke’s eyes widened with wonder, looking more awake than ever before, tanned cheeks turning red. He felt like he was dreaming, but at the same time it felt off. You were confessing to him, something he had hoped for…but you also seemed…sad. Like it was taking a toll on you, and if that was the reason why you were more easily irritated…does that mean you don’t like it? Was there a way to fall for someone and hate them for it? 

“And that’s a bad thing?” He managed to ask, voice wobbling in fear. 

“No,” You whispered, tilting your head down and facing your lap. “It’s just scary. I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t know how to handle it.”

“That’s okay,” Daisuke whispered back, inching his hand closer to your own. “I’m new to this too. We can figure it out. Together.” Biting your lip, you eyed his hand that stopped just before touching you. In a short burst of confidence you linked your pinkies, bathing in the warm feeling that expanded through your entire being instead of running from it. 

“Do you think you can stay?” You asked, your skin bristling at the vulnerability in your tone. 

You were silly to think that Daisuke would treat your heart carelessly. No, he was going to treat it tenderly, caring for it as if it were his own. In return, he carved his own heart out, giving you an equal offering. 

“Of course,” Daisuke nodded, his usual boyish smile more tender and warm. 

Bonus:

Both you and Daisuke had been late to breakfast, and Anya had a small hunch as to why. So she offered to get you both, ignoring the way Jimmy grumbled about you both being spoiled brats. Knocking on your door, she heard shuffling on the other side, hushed whispers, and finally footsteps walking towards the door. Cracking the door open, you peaked your head out, sleepy eyes staring up at the nurse.

“Good morning,” You muttered, voice still laced with sleep. 

“Good morning,” She greeted back with an amused smile. “You and Daisuke slept in.”

That seemed to make you wide awake, muttering curse words before rushing back into your room, a muffled sorry yelled through the door. Walking back to the main hull, Anya shook her head in amusement. It seems you finally followed her advice.

[r3dmooon]

Behind Your Screen — Wally Darling x gn! human! reader

summery: Strange things keep popping up on your computer. Soon you find out it's all because of a strange entity!

tw: some creepy things are alluded to, but it's all vague.

a/n: I had so much fun writing this. Wally is kicking his feet while drawing for you. He is not yandere!!!!

wc: 0.8k

Master List

❥Wally was bored, watching people come and go. They’d check out the website, sometimes look at his little doodles, then leave. It honestly made him sad. Did no one want to be his friend? The messages in the guestbook said otherwise but they didn’t come back. 

❥Then you came around. At first, you seemed like the rest. After looking around the website you closed the tab. But then you came back. He didn’t get his hopes up, as others have come back for a second glance too. But this time he couldn’t help but admire you. You were so focused, scrolling and looking through the details of the website.

❥You came back more often, he wasn’t sure why. Who was he to ask questions? He finally got the friend he’s been longing for. It was so lonely where he was after all…

❥He found out that he could leave you little drawings, and it became his favorite pastime! He couldn’t feel more delighted drawing you with him and his friends all hanging out. Oh if only those dreams could be a reality…he didn’t want to think about what happened to his friends. No, not when you’re there to make everything better!

❥When you got the first drawing, you were confused. You didn’t really use ms paint…and you didn’t remember drawing this anyways. Yes, you’ve become enraptured in this rediscovered puppet show called Welcome Home. And yes…you did check out the website, just to see if anything changed…and you may have created fan content for the show…

❥All in all, you decided to pass it off as something you made without remembering. It was a cute drawing. It was you with the cast members on a picnic. You couldn’t help but keep it in a special folder on your desktop. 

❥But then another one popped up the next day. The picture was of you and Wally smiling, text over it read ‘You're the absolute most friend’. 

❥Your heart dropped. That catchphrase was quite familiar. In fact…that was on one of the valentine’s day artworks for Wally. You quickly booted up the website, just to double check. As you found it, you took a deep breath. Maybe you tiredly drew this one too? I mean…what else could it be? But something in your gut told you that it was someone else. A hacker? Stalker? 

��No, no you're just overthinking this. Little did you know, Wally was watching your reaction with the happiest grin he’s had in such a long time. He hopes his little drawings make you as happy as you make him. 

❥This kept happening, but you refused to bring up your concerns since nothing else had happened. Only those strange…I suppose endearing drawings. If anything, it made you even more interested in the wacky children's show. You read more thoroughly through the characters descriptions, and found the concerning hidden messages in parts of the website. 

❥All the drawing had one common theme. Wally was always by your side. Didn’t matter what scenario, or who else you were ‘hanging out’ with, he was always there. If the drawings alone didn’t creep you out, the fact that Wally in all the drawings was staring at you, and not drawing you felt unsettling. 

❥It all changed when one day your notes app was opened along with another drawing. The picture was of you and Wally hugging, the notes app saying: ‘Do you like hugs, friend?’ 

❥You slammed your computer shut, fear running through your veins. What the hell was that? 

❥Wally’s little felt heart hurt as your face left his view suddenly. Did he come off too strong? He was just excited to get to interact with you in another medium. He got so happy that he couldn’t help but write the first thought that came to mind.

❥Your presence has become a comfort to him. With everything that has happened and is happening…it was nice to look forward to his meetings with you. You seemed like such a nice person. He wished he could be with you…but the thumping that surrounded him reminded him that that would always just be a fantasy. 

❥The next time you opened your computer, you felt a little guilty. The notes app was still open, this time it said ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you friend.’ You still felt anxious, but the guilt overpowered that. It wouldn’t hurt to interact…would it? Maybe it’s some weird AI chatbot that…you didn’t know. Just hoped it wasn’t a hacker messing with you.

❥Not sure how you were supposed to interact, you decided to reply back in the notes app. ‘Who are you?’

❥That’s when you learned that Wally was somehow in your computer? Able to access your computer? You weren’t completely sure, he was vague when answering where he was. You felt like you were going a bit crazy…I mean c’mon, the logic made no sense. But a feeling deep in your gut told you this was all real. You weren’t being fooled, you weren’t being hacked, the main character of an old 70’s children show was talking to you.

❥Over time, you two became closer. In fact, you started to find Wally quite charming and cute. He would continue drawing you cute pictures and you would keep him company. 

❥If only you two could live in a fairytale, happily ever after…

[maxvkisser]

Hi! I was thinking of a F1 request (male reader preferably) where 2 drivers (or more) like the reader and are kinda fighting for attention, flirting and generally being sweet (like bringing reader his favorite drink etc) but reader is too oblivious to realize it happening. Eventually readers best friend (I was thinking Yuki or Danny) tells him but he stays in denial, despite liking the idea. Eventually one of the others confesses and pushes the other/s to do it as well and reader gets stressed about disappointing them, but they agree they can all date him (alternate ending: he picks one and the others deal with it lmao) and it’s just a happy and fluffy ending. I was thinking maybe Max and Charles, or maybe Lando and Oscar but honestly it kinda works with any combination. Like I said it can be 2 or more drivers, and I understand if you aren’t comfortable writing because everyone isn’t always cool with this type of stuff so ofc I’ll respect it if that’s the case. Have a good day!

BOTH? BOTH! ᴸᴺ⁴ ⁺ ᴼᴾ⁸¹

summery - you are the McLaren media manager and take care of the McLaren tiktok and instagram (filming,posting etc) , so you find yourself working quite a lot with Lando and Oscar, your bff is Yuki :)

reader - male

warnings - use of y/n?

a/n- ty for the req! I decided to actually try to write a poly relationship this time so sorry if it's bad, also I chose Lando and Oscar because I wrote so many max things soz

requests are open! reblogs are very appreciated :)

You are McLaren's social media manager, you film all their tiktoks,instagram posts and whatnot, so you're quite close to both drivers Lando and Oscar, some (your best friend Yuki) would say too close, but you never understand what he's talking about. Right now you're hanging out with Yuki in his place, you're sitting across him on the couch, he groaned and rolled his eyes at you as you put another +2 card on the table, drawing 4 cards from the deck "hey Y/N, how's the job at McLaren going?" he suddenly asked with underlying intentions you couldn't tell "it's fine,why you ask?" you answered Yuki with a raised eyebrow "oh no reasonn... you seem to get along well with the Lando and Oscar" he said while putting another card "isn't that a good thing,it's kind of my job, i don't want them to hate me" you said also placing a card down, you answer earned a shrug from Yuki "they seem to really like you" he said, you shook your head "impossible, but I'm not opposed to that" you answered while chuckling, after that Yuki dropped the subject and continued losing to you in UNO. A few minutes later Yuki decided to bring up the subject once again "So let's say you could date one of them,which one?" he asked, you rubbed your chin while thinking "hmm..can I say both?" you said, raising an eyebrow, you response earned a chuckle from Yuki "you can, but I don't think they'll like that" he said, and with that the conversation ended

You were sitting with the two drivers, scrolling on your phone trying to think about some ideas for the next tiktok video, you felt thirsty "I'm gonna go grab a glass of water" you said and stood up from the couch so it wouldn't seem like you're just walking away out of nowhere, you felt a hand force you to sit down,actually two hands, Lando's and Oscar's, you looked at them confused "I'll get you a glass of water" Lando said with a heroic voice before getting up, Oscar slightly elbowed the brit but Lando ignored that and walked to the kitchen area to get you a glass of water and returning shortly after and looking smugly at Oscar who rolled his eyes at Lando, making you think about what you and Yuki talked about earlier. Small things like that kept happening for the next few weeks, you saying you'll get something,ask for something etc, and the two boys jumping at the opportunity to provide it to you.

One day after doing some shootings for an Instagram post you were standing by yourself in a room, it was empty besides yourself, suddenly you were cornered by Lando, a determined look on the brits face "Hello, Y/N" he said, trying to make his voice deeper, you made a face and raised an eyebrow "Hello, Lando.." you said and put your phone in your pocket "I've got something to tell you!" he semi-yelled, you could tell he was kind of nervous "shoot" you said and waited for an answer from Lando "actually, Oscar also has something to tell you" he said and left, adding to your confusion as you stood there, moments later Lando came back,dragging poor Oscar with him "you go first, I'll tell him after you do" Oscar said and Lando nodded "but you are telling him, deal?" Lando said and Oscar nodded "tell me what? what's going on with you two" you asked in a confused tone "well...I think I like you,no, I know I like you, in a romantic way" Lando said first, without letting you even think, let alone open your mouth, Oscar started to speak too "Yeah, Me too, we both like you" the aussie said, leaving you shocked as you looked at them with your eyes widened "uhm...what..? you finally asked after a few seconds, you didn't know what to say, you thought about your conversation with Yuki, and how he said that the two would not want to date you at the same time, you felt a bit stressed, you didn't want to accept one and reject the other especially since you liked both of them, you train of thoughts was cut but Oscar starting to talk again "It's okay if you don't like us back, or only like one of us, but just tell us the truth,please" he said and Lando nodded,waiting for you answer "Well" you began "I like both of you, if that's fine, I just don't really know if you two would like to be in a relationship together, the three of us" you finished talking "we are more than okay with that!" Lando said enthusiastically, grabbing your shoulders and hugging you tightly, urging Oscar to join the hug. The three of you ended all cuddled up in one of their driver rooms.

[birdkatze]

"But werewolves aren't real?" || werewolf! 141 x werewolf! reader Part 3

Future pairings = poly 141 x reader

Chapter pairings = 141! x reader

Words = 1.2k

[Chapter 2] --- [Chapter 4]

Summery: After moving out of the big city and into the forest, you meet some men that might have some awners about whats been causing your pain.

EXPLICIT under the cut, also gets angsty this chapter

Blinking blearily you feel someone noseing at your side. It was Gaz, he motioned for you to follow him. Yawning, you follow him a bit deeper into the woods, a bit further away from the pack. He stops and presses against you making a small happy chuff. He circles around you, before pressing against you again and you both transform into human, flushing as you realize you are both naked.

“It’s okay Duck, just needed to talk to ya.” Smiling he places a hand on your shoulder “I didn’t wanna do it infront of those ruffians..”

That draws a soft laugh from your lips and you look at Gaz curiously.

“So you might have noticed that me and you are much much smaller than the other three” Gaz took in a deep breath “This is going to sound ridiculous, I’m sorry Duck,” Smiling nervously Gaz looked at you sweetly “We are omegas and the other three are alphas..”

You sputter a knee-jerk laugh “W-what?” looking as Gaz confused, you had about one hundred different ideas of what he was going to say and this was not one of them.

“I know, it sounds ridiculous.” Gaz shakes his head “I told Price he was crazy when he first explained it.”

“I thought those didn’t exist in real wolf packs? Like it was exclusive to podcasts?” You look at Gaz still not quite believing him still.

“Well Duck, don’t know if ya’ve noticed but we aren't actual wolves and I promise we aren't a podcast..Ghost hates them- any podcast- said they drive him insane..”

“So what is the um difference other than the um size difference? Or is it just that we are a different size than them?”

“Uh, it affects the um- reproductive system.” Gaz flushed “Basically we can get pregnant, we generate lots of slick, um I’m sorry Duck but we also go through heats- the others go through ruts in all fairness..It's a bloody nightmare.”

Staring at Gaz surprised and a bit incredulously “But I’ve never had any of that happen?”

“Duck you had a device that prevented you from shifting, Soap had one and once it came out um- he went a bit feral..”

“Oh um..Did he go into-” ducking your head you look at Gaz curiously “-rut?”

Gaz snorted, not meanly, nodding his head “He was a nightmare…”

Thinking for a second you bite your lip “That doesn’t sound good…I um don’t even know what I’d do…”

“Something to consider but we all would in a heartbeat offer to take care of you during your heat, we don't’ have to do anything sexual we just want to make sure you stay safe..” Gaz looked at you reassuringly “in a heartbeat we’d help” he stressed.

“What? What do you mean sexual” feeling a presence behind you, you see Price, in his human form- naked of course. Your face is right at dick level. Fuck. Flash of arousal passes over you before you shut it down, blushing.

“You get really horny.” Soap says bluntly, appearing next to you and getting up in your space. Playfully licking your jaw like an overgrown puppy.

“Oh!” you squeak.

“I know this is all a lot, love.” Price helped you to your feet, brushing the dirt off you.

Flushing, you feel another spark of arousal- it had been so long since someone had touched you. It was so foreign and almost terrifying- you haven't felt like that since before you got bit. All four of the men turn to you, their nose picking up on it instantly. You flush, running a hand over your face “Sorry..”

“Don’t apologize Duck, it’s normal- you aren’t in pain right now” Gaz smiled “We don’t need to do anything, I know this is a lot yeah?”

Nodding you look at the four men.

Soap grinned “Well at least you aren’t like me, I was insatiable- wore out these three proper..”

Gaz barked out a laugh “Never been chapped like that...”

Price huffs a laugh.

“Come mer’ lets get ya home, it’s gettn’ cold” Ghost motioned for everyone to go back into the house, staying behind everyone- herding you all into the house.

Stepping back into the house you shiver- you hadn’t realized how cold you were. Looking at the digital thermostat it told you it was 38 F out. Made sense you were so cold- you were also naked.

“I’m gunna go put on some clothes.” You pulled away from the group, you didn’t feel uncomfortable being naked but it wasn’t proper to be naked around strangers. Right? Did that count if the strangers felt like old friends?

“You don’t have to~” Soap teased, looking you up and down.

That earned him a cuff behind the ears from Price and a pinch from Ghost.

Soap pouted and frowned but stopped.

“We should be putting on our clothes mutt” Ghost chastised Soap huffing at him.

“It’s not an issue?” Pausing on the stairs you tilt your head “I- um don’t mind..” you say hesitantly, but you really didn’t want them to put back on their clothes with how mouth watering hot they were.

Soap grins and looks up at Ghost and Price, Gaz smirks too.

“Sorry that came out bad- I um you can put on your clothes if you want I’m sorry..” Blushing as you realized how perverted that sounded.

“Whatever you want, Duck!” smirking Soap gave Ghost and Price the biggest smug look ever.

“Alright, alright..” Price huffs “Listen er’ we should probably get going- we don’t want to impose and we need to get some stuff done..You should relax, love”

Nodding, you felt a stab of disappointment. It made sense, why would they stay at a random stranger's house? It didn’t matter if you were also a werewolf. They had literally met you only earlier today.

The men quickly dress, Soap very begrudgingly. Gaz pulled back on his lace thong very showy, smirking at you- flashing his sharp canines. Soap skulked pulling on his shirt first then pulling up his jeans, only doing the button and leaving them unzipped. Him and Gaz seem very hesitant to leave, it makes you feel anxious.

“One of us will come check on you later tomorrow, love” Price says over his shoulder as he ushers the other men out of the house.

“Okay,” You nod again, closing the door as they leave.

Sighing, you go upstairs and take a shower. You couldn’t understand why you felt so lonely, like you had been left behind. It wasn’t rational! You wipe your tears as you move your pillowcase into the dryer.

The sadness you felt was all encompassing and painful. You end up showering and then taking a hot bath in an attempt to feel better but you only feel worse and worse. When you make it into your bed, with your clean pillow case you break down.

Big tears run down your face as you hold onto your pillow, sobbing loudly. You had never felt this broken and dejected before. You felt sick, scrambling to the toilet to vomit. Any time you feel semi-okay another wave of sickness takes over you, you feel guilty for vomiting up Soap’s soup.

He was so good even though he hardly knew you, feeding you, being nice…Then Price was good too, getting you your heated blanket, making sure you weren’t sick, getting Gaz to get the silver out of your body…Gaz, sweet Gaz- he fixed you right up, sitting with you as you woke up, pulling you aide, being so nice and accommodating…Ghost, helped you shift, made sure you got inside as it got cold.

You wash your mouth out when you finally feel okayish. You were still crying, feeling so incredibly distraught.

[haerenven]

Mmmm, м𝓐η 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡!

roronoa Zoro x dimitrescu!sister¡reader

Summery. reader being jealous after zoro saving Robin.

tag(s)&warning(s). Smut, insecure reader, jealousy, kinda possessive yandere

As the crew embarked on their quest to find the elusive poneglyph on Skypiea, they came across a menacing celestial dragon named Enel, who stood in their path. Enel, with his lightning powers and authoritative demeanor, posed an ominous presence before the crew.

Enel, using his devil fruit powers, was ready to unleash a devastating lightning strike aimed at both you, Zoro, and Robin. The atmosphere was charged with tension as the attack was imminent.

As Robin was in danger of being struck by Enel's lightning attack, you reacted swiftly and managed to block the attack using your sickle , preventing her from being hit. However, before she could escape, Zoro, displaying quick reflexes, grabbed her by the waist and swiftly pulled her out of harm's way. Enel's attack missed its target, and Robin escaped injury thanks to Zoro's intervention.

As you watched Zoro swiftly save Robin from Enel's attack, a pang of discomfort or jealousy might have crept into your heart. In that moment, you may not have felt entirely happy, perhaps because Zoro's protective gesture toward Robin stirred up some unexpected feelings within you.

y/n dimitrescu The irresistible charm of her divine aura radiated from her perfect feminine form, drawing attention to her alluring assets. Her larger, round breasts and firm, hardened peaks created an irresistible combination of curves and self-confidence. Her curvaceous hips swayed enticingly, and her perfectly toned, small, perfect waist was a sight to behold. There was something irresistible about every inch and detail of her physique, as her sensual allure commanded admiration, making heads turn and hearts race with desire. Her luxurious hair, a mix of honey-tea brown and Carmel-blonde, flowed like fine, downy locks down her neck bone. Her neala yellow deep eyes were alluring and enchanting. Their mesmerising charm drew you into their depths, as if capturing your attention completely. They held a warmth that was both inviting and captivating, promising mystery and allure.

She wore a sinfully tight short black dress, the tight fabric clinging to her hourglass figure. The lacework was intricately embroidered, adding a touch of delicacy to the boldness of the ensemble. The semi-sheer material gave a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath, teasing with its subtle transparency. A matching black bra hugged her full, rounded breasts, emphasizing their fullness and plumpness. Her short black panties, hidden beneath the dress's delicate hemline, barely provided any coverage for her hips.

As she froze, her eyes, darkened by smokey black eye makeup and her lips, which were outlined in black lipliner and covered in ruby red lipstick, curved into a mocking sarcastic way smirk. Her grip on her weapon, a sickle, tightened as she blocked Enel's lightning attack.

As Zoro saw her expression, he noticed her dark, large eyes grow darker, her lips curving into an unhappy smirk. His grip on Robin's waist tightened in a protective manner, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He knew her well enough to recognize her reaction, and it wasn't quite like her usual self. He was momentarily distracted, realizing that there might be something bothering her.

Zoro couldn't ignore the subtle signs of discomfort and irritation in her expression. He knew her well enough to understand that something was not right, and it was evident in the way her expression darkened, her lips curving into a mock unhappy smirk. It was a reaction that he wasn't used to seeing from her, and it gave him a sense that something was amiss. It had to be jealousy, he thinks.

"Thank you, Zoro," Robin expressed her thanks. "Now let's bring Enel down," Robin added with determination in her voice.

Zoro released Robin, his grip loosening but his eyes not leaving her. He noticed her dark, large eyes and her curving lips into a mock unhappy smirk. He had a nagging feeling that she was jealous, but he decided to focus on the task at hand. With a nod, he replied

"Hmm." He shook off the feeling and grabbed his sword, preparing for the battle.

Zoro gripped his sword tightly, a mix of focus and concern weighing on his mind. While his attention was still divided between the approaching battle and the jealousy he believed she was feeling, he tried his best to shake it off and focus on the task at hand. However, the thought of her expression and his actions kept nagging at the back of his mind, making it difficult to completely shake off the uncertainty.

Zoro was glancing at her from the corner of his eye, noticing her unusual demeanor in combat. Her normal calm composure was replaced with anger and her eyes had grown darker, her grip on her weapon tight. She fought with a brutal intensity that Zoro hadn't seen before, and it was clear in her clenched teeth and her furious expression. It was not typical of her usual battle persona, and it only added to his unease, making him more confident that his suspicions about her jealousy were likely correct.

As Zoro continued watching her from the corner of his eye, the intensity of her fighting style struck him. She was unusually aggressive, and her eyes were dark, her clenched teeth showing her anger. It was a far cry from her usual composed demeanor in battle. He couldn't shake off the feeling that her current state was a result of his actions and the jealousy he believed she felt. His suspicion grew stronger, and he was increasingly sure that he had accidentally triggered her jealousy with his protective hold.

After the intense battle, the dust had finally settled. They had emerged victorious against the celestial dragon Enel, and the crew was now gathered together, assessing the situation. Zoro was observant of her expression, noting the way her expression grew darker, and her teeth clenched, while fighting. He couldn't disregard the intense look she had earlier. As the crew dispersed, he moved over to her side. His mind still filled with curiosity, and a tinge of uneasiness about her behavior earlier, he decided to confront her. He stood near her and glanced at her.

Zoro approached her, his eyes glancing at her, noting the aftermath of the intense battle they had just been through. He couldn't help but wonder whether she was still harboring jealousy about him holding Robin earlier. He moved closer to her side, remaining silent for a moment, his mind restless with thoughts about her earlier reaction. It took him a few moments to find the right words to start the conversation. Eventually, he cleared his throat and finally spoke, breaking the silence between them. He glanced over at her, his voice hesitant and tinged with concern., his voice tinged with concern and curiosity.

"Hey, you alright?" As Zoro spoke, his voice was tinged with concern and hints of uncertainty. It was gentle and softer than his usual stoic voice, indicating that he was trying to approach the situation delicately. His words betrayed his worry about her earlier expression and the way she had acted during the fight, which was still at the forefront of his mind.

Her eyes held a dangerous intensity gleam as she replied with a deep, dark feminine voice, "I'm alright!" resonating tone that carried a hint of warning, leaving no room for doubt about her resilience.

Zoro was taken aback by her intense and dark expression, which was filled with a warning tone in her deep, feminine voice. The words she spoke, "I'm alright!" were delivered with a warning tone that made it clear she didn't want to discuss it further. He stood there, his eyes narrowing in uncertainty. He knew she was tough and resilient, but he had a feeling this isn't just a simple issue, but he couldn't get through to her. The warning tone she used made it clear she wasn't in the mood to talk about it.

Zoro clenched his jaw slightly, his eyes narrowing as she responded with a deep and dark feminine voice, delivering her message with an intense warning tone. Her words had shut down any further discussion, leaving him with a mix of concern and frustration. He couldn't shake the sense that something was bothering her and that she didn't want to talk about it, and he wasn't sure how to get past her closed-off demeanor.

Some hours had passed and the crew had dispersed, each doing their own activities. It was late in the night, and Zoro couldn't shake off the earlier events from his mind. He had hoped the passage of time would ease his worries, but instead, it only grew harder and harder for him to ignore. It only made him more conflicted and curious. After some time, Zoro, unable to bear the silence anymore, decided to try and seek her out.

Zoro navigated through the ship, his mind still occupied with thoughts of the earlier events. His footsteps were heavy as he searched for her, his eyes carefully scanning the surroundings. His resolve to confront her growing stronger with every step.

Finally, Zoro stumbled upon her, moving towards the small cabin at the corner of the basement. It was a place where she stored her belongings, a private space she often went to. Zoro's eyes followed her as she walked towards the cabin, and his eyes softened slightly, but his resolve to speak to her remained unwavering.

Zoro stepped into the cabin, his presence instantly filling the small space. He was used to entering her cabin, having been granted access as her boyfriend. His eyes immediately were drawn to her figure, long hooded black dress that hugged her curves, and cling all over her hourglass slim figure, with v collar cut, exposing her large, rounded cleavage and half of her breast sides, and Waist trainer that wrapped tightly around her small perfect waist, and a black cloak behind her back and a flower tattoo on her forehead, and black gothic collar necklace with Ruby on it, and black Smokey eye makeup, and black lipliner and Ruby red lipstick, and blood over her mouth sides and pale white cheeks 

Zoro watched her, his eyes noticing her muttering to herself. Noticing her teeth getting sharper once again, indicating that she had trouble controlling her anger, which was evident from her earlier demeanor during the battle. Zoro sighed silently, the sight of her sharpened teeth adding to his worry and understanding that her emotions were overwhelming her.

As Zoro approached her, his voice was calm and detached, masking the internal conflict he felt. His words were a mix of concern and frustration as he spoke, "I told you to communicate when you're upset…", Her yellow and large eyes, held a flash of emotion as she hissed, "Move away, Zoro!" Her tone was sharp and commanding, leaving no room for debate or negotiation.

Zoro felt a mix of emotions - concern, frustration, and a tinge of hurt. He had hoped to find a moment to discuss her earlier behavior and jealousy, but her hiss and sharp commanding tone made his jaw clench. He continued to stand there, his voice strained as he said "Move away? So we're not going to talk about today, are we?"

She clenched her hand into a tight fist, “I told you to MOVE!!..” she hissed then turned ready to lash out at whomever stood in her way. Before she could even move, Zoro acted quickly, placing his hand in her mouth to stop her from attacking him. Her vicious bite left a mark on his palm, but aside from a slight twitch of his jaw, he didn't flinch, his composure unshaken. Her attempts to attack him went unnoticed, and he responded calmly as if the bite didn't phase him.

Zoro stared at her, his eyes watching her intensely, he spoke, his voice still cold. He wasn't going to let her slip away from this conversation. He said, his tone was a mix of annoyance and curiosity "Aren't you going to talk to your boyfriend about what pissed you off earlier?"

Her frustration grew as she bit him even harder, her tone dripping with anger. But her reaction intensified when she noticed his lack of reaction. “When exactly!?.. when you safe robin instead of me !!! Or when you grip her waist a front of me !!!..” she spoke dangerously in dark feminine voice, Her eyes narrowed as she accused him of saving Robin first and grasping Robin's waist in front of her, a clear source of jealousy and resentment.

Zoro's expression remains composed despite her biting him harder and the sharpness in her tone. He noticed her intense jealousy, her accusation resonating within him. It was clear that his actions had triggered her. He spoke with a mix of defensiveness and irritation in his voice "That's what this is about? Saving Robin and grabbing her waist?", Her voice raised, conveying her frustration and hurt. Her tone was sharp and defensive as she exclaimed, "Don't act like it's nothing! Don't make me feel stupid!!"

Zoro was taken aback by her tone, her hurt and frustration becoming even more evident. Her words, "don't act like it's nothing! don't make me feel stupid!!" cut through. He sighed and tried to explain, his tone still defensive, trying to keep his own growing frustration in check “I was saving her from Enel's attack! And grabbing her waist was simply a natural reaction to prevent her from getting hit.", Her eyes, burning with a dangerous intensity, met his gaze, her mouth stained with blood. Frustration and pain were evident in her expression, her neala yellow eyes glaring at him. "I was the one attacked," she said, her tone fierce, "and yet you still saved Robin first!.."

Zoro's jaw clenched tight, his expression remained stern as he locked eyes with her. Their eyes met, and Zoro could see the intensity in hers, her mouth stained with blood.

He felt a mix of defensiveness and helplessness as his eyes met hers, noticing the pain and betrayal in her expression, He struggled to explain himself.

"Y/n, I know how strong you are you didn’t need me!, you already blocked the attack with one swift, she was about to get hurt, she’s one of our crew.",

She clenched her fists in frustration, her eyes still burning with intensity. Her teeth clenched together and the blood on her mouth contrasted with her pale cheeks, the bitterness in her expression evident.

She shot back, her voice filled with bitterness and pain. "Don't give me that!" She clenched her fists even tighter, the tension in her shoulders increasing. "I blocked the attack!, but you still saved her first!", Her eyes welled up with tears, and blood was all around her mouth. The sadness in her voice was palpable as she choked back a sob. "You in love with me, she's the other woman!" She cried, her voice cracking with hurt and jealousy behind this brittle voice.

Zoro's expression softened slightly, his eyes flickered with a mix of hurt and frustration. He felt a pang of confusion within him, struggling to understand her emotions, As her voice quivered, her jealousy and sadness filled the room, his eyes fixed on hers as she accused him, the mention of Robin being the 'other woman' making him feel a tug in his chest. "Y/N, you know it's not like that"

Her tears continued to stream down her cheeks, the pain and jealousy in her voice evident. Zoro's softened expression caused her to wince slightly, but her jealousy remained strong.

Her voice cracking with emotion, she retorted, "You know what? You can't deny it!", He took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of frustration. He knew he needed to explain himself, even though he felt defensive and slightly confused by her intense jealousy.

Zoro felt his defense wavering as her emotions poured out, the hurt and jealousy evident in her words. He was hurt himself, his expression a mix of vulnerability and desperation, "you know I love only you"

The intensity of her emotions was palpable, her voice breaking as she continued, her tone filled with heartbreak. She looked at him, her eyes still watery but now filled with anger.

"No!!…. What if you love her?! What if you already do?! Am I just going to be the other woman?! No, I won't become the OTHER WOMAN!!" She continued in anguish, her voice growing louder and more desperate.

His lips pressed against hers, disregarding the blood and lipstick that still clung to her mouth. Their past familiarity led him to know how volatile her emotions could be, and he understood that simply listening wasn't enough for her in this moment, The kiss grew more passionate and intense. Zoro felt her mouth slightly open, his lips firmly against hers. He poured his emotions into it, intending to shut down her jealousy and reassure her, though it still tasted of blood and lipstick.

As she shifted her attention to his neck, her actions grew possessively aggressive. She left hickeys and love marks in different places, creating an intimate map of their passion. However, he tensed as her fangs hovered near a more dangerous spot, waiting for what came next. As she finally sunk her teeth into his skin, her fangs sinking into his skin, Zoro winced slightly.*

“Mmmm, м𝓐η 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡!” she purrs deeply and darkly, and her feminine voice , before she chuckled softly like a psychopath, The deep, dark purr coming from her had effects on his mind and body. Her voice tempted him, feminine, dark and seductive. Zoro felt a mix of vulnerability and arousal by her tone

Zoro pushed you against the wall, and you let out a small yelp in surprise. You can tell he was dirty, sweaty, scraped up… but you didn’t have time to think about that, because he crashed his lips onto yours with a feverish need. You yelped again, and all Zoro did was bite your bottom lip, before he knelt down.

He spat on your cunt, then teasingly rubbed one finger in-between your folds. You moaned and arched your back, finding it hard to handle his slow pace. He didn’t let up, though; he kept rubbing his thumb in lazy circles over your entrance, then moving up to rub lazy circles on your clit, and then back down, As his pace continues, he stand up to look at your needy eyes.

“Yeah? You like that?” He rasps, groping each breasts with a hand. Nodding your head, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and drew him closer to your sweaty, hot body. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He says, pulling out. Before you can reply, he commands, “hands and knees on the bed. Ass up.” 

You comply, feeling a rush of anticipation and excitement. Your heart pounds in your chest as you position yourself on the bed, hands and knees sinking into the mattress. “Like this?” 

“Exactly like that.” Zoro replies, taking a moment to admire the view: you. His hands trace the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine. He sighs as he lovingly traces his name on your back with his fingers, temporarily claiming you belong to him.

He smirked then she didn’t felt of anything except his hand slapping her ass. You squeak as he roughly pulled your hair, making your back arch down so you two locked eyes. “Tonight is all about you, MY ONLY WOMAN.” He let go of your hair and propped you back to your previous stance. “Now, be a good girl for me while I take your ass…”

Zoro was prepared. Taking your sweet pussy wasn’t the only hole he planned to fill. He lubed his fingers and inserted them one by one into your ass, taking note of your reactions and noises to each movement he made. When satisfied, he positions himself behind you, fingers underneath you and teasing your most sensitive spots below your belly button. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

With a powerful thrust, he enters you again, filling you completely. His movements were intense, leaving you breathless; your bodies were in perfect unison as both of you rocked into each other. The noises heard were the slaps of skin on skin as your bodies melted into each other's with each thrust he gave; the quiet moans you desperately try to hide, and Zoro repeatedly hissing your name. His hands continued to grip your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust with a force that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Open your mouth “ was the only thing you could hear it at the moment, Without thinking, you open your mouth lightly, sucking on his thumb as you close your eyes. Zoro stiffened before lust clouded his vision as he watched your innocent act, excited that you had no idea what had been covering that digit. “Dammit Y/n…” He cursed, feeling himself getting hard again. Seeing that you were asleep again, Zoro sat up slightly as he leaned closer to your ear, a low growl leaving his lips as he whispered his next few words.

who knows, maybe their is something much better then .. м𝓐η 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡!

Note. Sheesh!, first time write a smut, not sure if it was the best, but I think I made first good impression ﹒⌗﹒🕷️﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧

[assassinmidnight]

Flufftober day 7, Hoodie weather

Jason/RedHood xVigilante!AFAB!Reader

Reader's vigilante name is Score

Not proof read, I have dyslexia and a test in like 10 days(sorry for any mistakes)(This really got away from me)

Summery: You and Jason decide to have one last ice cream date before autumn truly arrives.

The autumn leaves fall around you and Jason as the path leads you down to the plaza. He’d promised to take you out for one last ice cream date before it got too cold, although you had argued that it already was. He’d managed to convince you after giving you his red hood hoodie(You had told him it was silly that he had merch of himself) but he’d said it was comfy, you had the sneaking suspicion that he actually just wanted you to wear it as a brand of sorts, since it was the only hoodie he let you borrow since he got it. “So are you feeling like Gelato or classic ice cream?” He turns to you, a soft smile on his lips, your heart flutters slightly at the sight. Tousled hair, green eyes filled with adoration and his nose, a bit crooked after having been broken one too many times. The fearsome red hood wasn’t so scary in the daylight. 

“What are you staring at?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his eyes now looking a bit worried and his head tilted slightly. Cupping his cheek you give him a soft kiss before responding, “Only admiring the beauty in front of me,” a slight blush rises on his cheeks, the sudden heat spreading to your hand. He grabs your hand, kissing your inner wrist before starting his walk to the ice cream parlour, hand still interconnected with yours. Now it was your turn to blush, at the eye contact he’d kept as he kissed your wrist, at the realisation that you had stopped to admire him only to be caught so easily and at the tingling feeling left on your hand from holding his cheek.

The heat remains in your hand as the two of you enter the parlour and you remain somewhat silent as Jason looks over the ice cream flavours. With Halloween coming up a bunch of clickbait worthy flavours had been scrawled across the blackboard menu, along with a few pumpkins and bats. You spot the drawing of something called Red Hood’s bullets . It's a two scoop ice cream with dark chocolate and red velvet, topped with red coloured whipped cream with bat sprinkles. Jason lets out a snicker beside you and points to the bottom left, just under Nightwing’s night, where Score’s score was written. The ice cream was two scoops, vanilla and lemon with bat sprinkles on top, did they only have bat sprinkles in Gotham? 

“Kinda stupid that they made an ice cream after you but got your colours all wrong,” Jason whispered in your ear, he was right. Your vigilante outfit had been designed by Jason and was all black except for a red bat on the back, but considering the fact that you weren’t full time (at Jason’s request) and that they had only seen you at a Wayne masquerade that had gone south (You’d been wearing a golden dress with a golden mask to match) it wasn’t too surprising that they had given you such a cherry ice cream. “You’re getting it, I assume?” you quirked a brow at your boyfriend who gave his naturally annoying grin, “Of course babe.”

“Now what can I get for the lovely lady?” The cashier looks to be the same age as both you and Jason, early to mid-twenties, blonde hair and light blue eyes. “She’ll have a Red Hood's bullets and I’ll have Score’s score” Jason replied, grabbing your hip and pulling you into his side. The cashier only looks him over once before turning back to you “Big red hood fan?” You look a bit confused before you spot him pointing at yourJason’s hoodie, “Yeah, probably his biggest fan,” you felt how Jason puffed out at the comment. “Yeah? I’m a pretty big fan too, I actually know him,” the boy smirked as he spoke, you could feel Jason stiffen beside you a bit, annoyed. “Babe, I’ll pay this time,” Jason looked down at you lovingly, clearly masking his irritation with the cashier, you nod quietly. As the boy hands over the ice cream cones to you both, his fingers linger on top of yours as he says “I can get you a meeting with him.” Before you get a chance to respond, Jason clears his throat “Really, I thought Red hood only spoke with criminals,” the cashier grew flustered, the accusation clear, and with Jason’s baritone voice it was loud enough to catch the attention of a few customers and staff. The cashier, spurred on by the scowl on Jason’s face, quickly wished you both a pleasant day. You smiled at Jason and, hand in hand, walked out of the parlour.

After leaving the parlour, walking with your ice creams and admiring the scenic beauty that Gotham so rarely has,  you sense Jason’s eyes on you. “What is it?” When you turn to him, you see that glint that he always has when he's extra happy, “You look really good in my hoodie,” you let out a giggle before responding “Well it’s perfect hoodie weather.” And it really was, with ice cream, Jason and the autumn leaves, it was just the right temperature for a hoodie.

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[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i'll always be here for you

pair: tom!Peter Parker x reader summery: y/n(she/her) has a panic attack because she was attacked by a villan, but spider-man saved her and brought her home and after spider man left, peter arrived like 2 minutes later and comforted her

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The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you stumbled into your apartment, your hands trembling uncontrollably. You barely registered the sound of your front door clicking shut behind you. The events of the last half hour were a blur—an ordinary evening walk home had turned into a nightmare when you were suddenly cornered by a villain who seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

The villain had been terrifying, radiating a dark energy that froze your blood. You had been utterly helpless, paralyzed by fear. But then, just as the panic threatened to overwhelm you, Spider-Man had appeared, swinging in with the kind of precise, effortless heroism that only he could pull off. The battle between Spider-Man and the villain had been intense, but brief, and Spider-Man had ultimately subdued the threat before swiftly escorting you home.

Now, the weight of everything that had happened finally crashed down on you. Alone in your apartment, the reality of how close you'd come to being seriously hurt—or worse—hit you like a tidal wave. Your chest tightened, your breathing became shallow and ragged, and tears welled up in your eyes. You sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as a full-blown panic attack took hold.

The air around you felt thick, almost suffocating. It was hard to draw a breath, and your thoughts spiraled out of control. The memory of the villain's menacing grin, the fear, the helplessness—it all replayed in your mind in an endless loop. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else, anything at all that could distract you from the terror gripping your heart. But nothing worked. You felt so small, so vulnerable, and so utterly alone.

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door—three quick, urgent taps. You barely had the strength to lift your head, but somehow, you managed to stand and shuffle toward the door, your legs feeling like jelly. You hesitated for a second before opening it, fearing the worst, but when the door swung open, Peter Parker stood there, looking breathless and worried.

"Y/N!" Peter gasped, stepping inside before you could fully process his presence. He gently took hold of your arms, his warm hands a grounding force against your cold skin. "Are you okay? I— I heard something happened.

"You blinked up at him, confused and still trembling. How did Peter get here so fast? How did he even know? You hadn’t told anyone about the attack, but the questions swirling in your mind were drowned out by the sheer relief of seeing him.

Peter’s eyes softened as he took in your disheveled state, and without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of him, the comforting feel of his arms wrapped around you, provided an anchor you desperately needed.

"It's okay, I've got you," Peter whispered, his voice gentle and soothing, as he slowly guided you back to the couch. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, but his focus was entirely on you.

The comfort of his embrace made the tears you’d been holding back finally spill over. You buried your face in his chest, your body shaking as sobs wracked through you. Peter didn’t say anything, just held you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“I was so scared, Peter,” you choked out between sobs. “I thought…I thought I was going to die.”

“You’re safe now,” Peter murmured, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “You’re safe. I’m right here.”

For a long while, you just cried into his chest, letting out all the fear and panic that had been building up inside you. And Peter was there with you through it all, a solid presence that you clung to like a lifeline.

Eventually, your sobs subsided, and you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. Peter’s face was so close to yours, his expression a mix of concern and something else—something you couldn’t quite place.

“How did you know?” you finally asked, your voice small and fragile. “How did you know something happened?”

Peter stiffened slightly, but he quickly masked it with a small, reassuring smile. “I—uh, I was just nearby,” he said, not quite meeting your eyes. “I was walking around when I heard people talking about Spider-Man saving someone. I—I figured it might be you, so I ran over.”

It was a plausible explanation, but there was something about the way Peter said it, the way he was avoiding eye contact, that made you suspect there was more to the story. But you were too exhausted, too emotionally drained, to push the issue. All that mattered was that Peter was here, and that you were safe.

“Thank you,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. His skin was warm under your touch, and you could feel him relax slightly at the gesture.

“For what?” Peter asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“For being here. For making me feel safe.”

Peter’s eyes softened, and he leaned into your touch, closing the small distance between you to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. Always.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest as his arms wrapped around you once more. The sound of his heartbeat, steady and strong, was the only thing you needed to hear to know that everything was going to be okay.

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Courting Ayelýn

Series Listing Found Here

Aonung x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Pressured by his parents to enter a formal courtship, Aonung rebels in his own way and what starts as a ruse, turns into something real. 

Note before reading: This is a spin off of my Safe Haven Series.

Reading Safe Haven is not necessary to follow this story.

Some characters have been aged up. Aonung in particular is 25.

Ayelýn is my own creation. *Pronounced Aye-Lin

Warning!! This part is pretty much pure smut.

~

Part 5 - When They Fucked II

The deep rumble of Aonung’s grunt of annoyance sent a rippling vibration through Ayelýn’s body.

With another warning, he pushed her hand away. 

“It’s not- ngh!” A strangled whine broke from her lips as his thrusts sped up. Lýn tried yet again to reach a hand between them- to where they were joined, but the skxawng snatched her hand away. Again!

“Stop, Lýn,” he said firmly, pinning her wrist above her head. 

“It’s not going to work,” she snapped, fixing him with the sternest glare she could muster. It was difficult… especially because her entire body was thrumming with pleasure. 

Like an annoying sneeze that refused to come, Lýn felt her impending orgasm lingering- right there on the cusp. It was so close, she could just about taste it. All she needed was the slightest hint of attention on her poor clit. She couldn’t come without the stimulation of it- she’d never had. 

But Aonung, like a stubborn man on mission, was adamant that she didn’t need it- that he could make her come alone from his ‘oh so wondrous co-���

Lýn gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her. 

Feeling empty as her walls pulsed around nothing, he manhandled her into another position. And with a yelp, she was flipped onto her stomach. Hips drawn up to bring her to her knees, in one swift thrust, she was filled again. 

They moaned in unison as they adjusted to the new angle.

He was so far in- it was as though she forgot how to breathe. So deep it felt as if he were in her lungs- her throat. And when he began to move, she saw stars. 

Fingers tightening in her hair, he yanked her head back and mouthed along the span of her exposed neck.

“You feel amazing, gorgeous. Soo, fucking tight and-” he grunted when she clamped around him. 

Hips setting a ruthless pace against hers, Lýn whined and keened- barely able to hold herself up as her fingers clenched into fits around the material of the mats beneath them. She quaked at the tug of her tail and was so far gone, all thoughts from her mind were wiped clean. 

Breasts shaking with every jerk, on one particular thrust, Aonung hit something inside of her that made her cry out. Her back bowed as she ached into it and- Eywa. 

“Ayelýn,” he growled into her skin. He could feel her fluttering around him, squeezing him so tight he damn near came. 

When he reared up onto his knees, he slipped out for a fraction of a second despite her mewling protest. He pumped himself once, twice, before lining up and slamming back into her with a powerful thrust, using her hips as leverage.

Lýn’s arms gave out as white hot pleasure wrecked her- face hiding in the crook of her arm. 

Near delirious as she came, the tides didn’t stop- she felt it from the tingling of her scalp- hair fisted in Aonung’s hand- to the ends of her toes and the tip of her tail. 

And all the while her body spasmed, Aonung talked her through it- drawing out her climax with languid thrusts, murmuring sweet words of praise in her ear. 

Not long after that, he spilled into her, releasing a deep, satisfied sigh as if coming home from a long journey. 

~

“Told you I could make you come like that,” he gloated, nipping her hip bone. He smothered his chuckle into her tummy when Lýn smacked him with her tail. 

Sprawled on her back, her chest was still heaving as she recovered. Aonung had slipped one of her legs over his shoulder when he’d settled between her thighs, chin perched on the same spot he’d just kissed as he peered up at her. 

A hint of light broke through the hideaway, signaling that morning was near, yet neither of them hustled to right themselves- both secretly wanting to stay in their little bubble just a while longer. 

Since their heated encounter a few weeks ago, there was an undeniable change between the two of them. Subtle at first, it had flickered into a maddening and almost uncontrollable fire. 

When it started, Lýn had made halfhearted objections, reminding him of her rules- despite the fact that they’d already been broken on multiple occasions.

But Aonung was ridiculously persuasive and she just about folded every time he promised it’d be, “the last time.” 

Oh the liar.

It began…

With kissing.

Needy, frantic kisses- all for show of course- when a very persistent Ezly kept trying to get Aonung’s attention at another feast they’d attended- despite the fact that it was well known by now that he and Lýn were in “a secure courtship.”

Followed then by soft goodbye pecks that Lýn would try to shy away from, only for Aonung to claim her lips entirely and have her caving in seconds. 

Then there were the kisses that came naturally, almost as if there was no thought to it- fleeting little things that happened in the blink of an eye- her, bringing him a drink of water while he and his team were sweat soaked from working on rebuilding a Keftxo pier- and him, ducking to brush his lips over hers in thanks. 

They happened so often now that Lýn found herself leaning in expectantly in moments she thought he’d kiss her- even freezing once or twice in embarrassment when she’d read the moment wrong. Aonung read her all too clearly however- his grin would be so wild and wicked while she feebly denied her intentions- words quieting as he gladly silenced her with his lips. 

Gradually, their public displays of affection continued in private, with a feverish intimacy that confused them both when they eventually went their separate ways.

Aonung’s hideaway had become a secret haven for them- one that was put to good use in the past couple weeks. 

Any excuse was used to end up at the little shack, and although they skirted around each other, playing with fire in an odd sort of foreplay that turned bickering into flirting- without fail they collided- exploring each other's bodies with a passionate intensity. 

It wasn’t always passionate though.

Sometimes it was playful and sweet, others simply exploratory, where they taught each other what they liked. There were of course the moments where it was pure animalist fucking- raw and savage that left them with bites and bruises. 

And then there was the type that they both secretly liked the most- the one that didn’t feel like fucking. It was the type of fuck that felt like making love…

But no matter the kind, after each time, while they basked in the afterglow, they talked. 

Some nights they’d whisper and giggle as they swapped childhood stories. Some mornings, on the brink of sleep and wake, they’d revealed hidden fears- him, not knowing if he was good enough to be Olo'eyktan, and her- worried about the unknown, about her future. 

There were also the rare occasions their tongues slipped up- admitting things they’d buried deep inside of them- 

I want you to keep me forever.

And... 

I wish you were mine.

- all said when they were both delirious and reeling from multiple orgasms- sweat slicked skin, roaming hands and mouths playing between hovering and fused as though trying to steal each other's last breaths. 

Today however, they were content to just be. 

Aonung drew shapes along her skin with his fingers, the digits trailing up the side of her thigh and over her flat stomach- circling her belly button.

It was quiet and calm- comfortable, and like always, they didn’t acknowledge what they’d just done. 

Lýn smiled lazily- the kind of blissful smile she usually gave him after a thorough fuck. She cupped his cheek and ran a thumb across his bottom lip. 

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, staring at him. 

He kissed her palm in thanks, doing a terrible job at not blushing. 

He didn’t fucking blush.

And when he peered back at her- she had to look away- heart beating with a little bit of excitement, a little bit of fear.

It was that look again.

The one that spoke deep meaning.

The one she mistook for love…

After collecting her thoughts, she was the first to make a move. Aonung groaned grumpily, but let her untangle herself from him. 

“It’s still early,” he complained, sprawling onto his back without a shred of modesty. 

“I’ve been late twice already this week,” she said, reaching for her discarded tweng. “Slwen’s known for her hash warnings and you know she’s not quiet when she speaks. I think she’s on to me.” 

“Slwen likes me- just tell her you’ve been with me.”

Lýn laughed. “And be given another lecture like the one my mother gave us? Yeah, no way.” 

Tweng secured low on her waist, she scanned the mat covered floor in search of her top while her hands desperately tried to tame her wild hair. 

Aonung covertly tucked her top a little more under him with a smirk, enjoying the view of her pacing. Her pretty little breasts had love bites scattered all over them. It was the only place she let him leave his marks. 

“Have you seen my top?” 

“No,” he lied. 

Lýn zeroed in on him and held out her hand expectantly. It was not the first time he’d tried this. 

“Aonung, come on, we have duties to get to today. I already have a long swim ahead of me.” 

He obliged and got to his feet. “Let me drop you off, my skimwing will be faster.”

“You can’t,” she said, turning her back to him when he gestured for her to, and lifting her hair as he helped her with the ties of her top. “You have trainees to meet with this morning, remember?”

“They can wait,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her nape as he hugged her from behind- one hand sneaking up to fondle a breast. 

“Be nice to them, today.”

His face screwed up at that and before he could talk, she was speaking again. 

“They’re just kids and they look up to you.”

“They’re not kids- and also, did they seriously tell on me?!” 

They had. 

Lýn had thought it quite amusing, yet adorable when the teenagers had shyly approached her to say hello during one of her visits to the main village.

Mid conversation- Anoung’s overly strict tendencies had come up, and though to the trainees she supported their leader’s choices, she still found herself speaking on their behalf.

She turned in Aonung’s arms to smile at him. “That’s not important. Just be a smidge nicer, yeah?” She moved to walk away, but Aonung pulled her back to him with a firm tug on her tail. 

One large palm sinking into the strands at her nape, he gave her a firm kiss.

And when he pulled away, his face was a mask of seriousness. “We need to talk later,” he said without releasing her from his hold. 

She licked her lips with a frown. “About?”

“I heard you had a visitor a few days ago. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Lýn rolled her eyes. “Who told you? Kaii? My mother?” 

“No, your father actually.” 

She snickered. “I swear, you two are such terrible gossips.” 

But Aonung was not laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me Ezly visited you?” 

Trying to deflect, she glanced downward at the appendage currently poking her. “Can you put that thing away if you insist on talking about this?” 

Aonung sighed and let her go.

In the few seconds it took him to find his tweng and cover himself up, Lýn inconspicuously tried to sneak out. Before she could cross the threshold however, Aonung was quickly snagging her around the waist and tutting in disappointment. 

He kept her pinned with his body against a bamboo beam. “We’re not done talking, Lýn. You still haven’t told me why-”

“Because of this,” she pointed at him. “You always get so worked up-”

“Ayelýn.”

“Almighty Eywa!” she hissed. “Nothing terrible happened, alright? Erzo-”

“Ezly.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Her, yes... She came by all rude and huffy, telling me that it was only a matter of time before you ended things- that you’d grow bored of me- which is nothing I haven’t heard before- but this was much more worse than your other little heartbroken women- you’d swear she owned you! I told her she might as well just peed on you like a stupid dorado verde trying to keep predators away from its pilfered carcasses with how she was behaving.” 

Aonung snorted. “You told her that?”

Lýn shrugged. “Well yeah… and-” she mumbled something that didn’t quite reach his ears.

“I didn’t get that last part, gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head. 

“I might’ve- sort of… made her cry- just a little!”

He blinked- lips curling into a wry smile. “You made… Ezly… cry?”

She showed him her index fingers- fingertips inches away from each other. “Just a little,” she admitted with a pout.

Aonung released a breathy laugh and pecked her jutting bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you?”

‘Keep me,’ she wanted to say. So she did, keeping her tone light. “Keep me.”

“Fine by me,” he answered, lifting her in his arms. 

She sank further into his embrace. “You owe me by the way… Elzra and I had a serious conversation. I know for sure she wasn’t pleased, but I believe she’s gotten the message now… I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore.”

“Thank Eywa for you, gorgeous,” he said before covering her mouth with his.

Fuck. 

She was definitely going to be late again. 

~

Awa’atlu was the busiest Lýn had ever seen. 

They were after all preparing for an event that rivaled all others. 

Visitors from not only from the Omaticaya clan were all traveling to Awa’atlu to celebrate the official union of Lo’ak and Tsireya. 

Fishing expeditions occurred in grand fanfare as fleets returned with double the amount of their usual hauls.

Harvest gatherers and land hunters, stockpiled the village’s cashes and many worked overtime on the more time consuming matters- meat and fish smoked or salted, grains ground into flour and nectar painstakingly collected from pods. 

The beach and sea were combed for any hint of debris. Torches and fire pits- including a massive bonfire in the center of their communal area were constructed, and extravagant designs- tapestries, painted fabrics and flora arrangements were scattered in harmonic decor. 

A multitude of temporary mauri pods along the northern sealine were also constructed in preparation for the influx of guests the village was expecting, whilst drums and flutes were tweaked and tuned- their melody flowing through as songs were practiced. 

Fermented and brewed ales and wines were dug up from their resting place and Lýn spotted many with busy hands as they put finishing touches on their garmented designs. 

The Sully family in particular were arriving a few days before the designated festivities were to begin- expected to land in the early hours of tomorrow morning, and Lýn, to both her and Aonung’s surprise, had been asked by Ronal to be present at the greeting party. 

Not only that but the Tsahìk also expected Lýn to be part of all the traditional festivities and ceremonies spreading across the next two weeks… something Lýn was quite nervous about. 

One of these ceremonies included the official meeting of the two families- something that was traditionally done in the earlier stages of a couple’s courtship, but allowances had been made because of the evident distance.

It was also a tradition that was strictly practiced by the couples family. 

Lýn wasn’t family.

~

When night came, she made her way to the pod she had been directed to.

Aonung’s private mauri was small but cozy and far more homey than the shack on his little island. 

Tossing her overstuffed satchel of things onto his table, Lýn spun in a slow circle, taking in his space for the first time. 

He had a couple collections of odd knick-knacks, a plethora of weapons and fishing gear and surprisingly, even a few hanging plants that appeared to be well kept. 

His sleep mats- although untidy, looked inviting. Lýn wasn’t tired, yet she wanted nothing more than to sink into them- she bet they smelled like Aonung. 

Instead, she perched behind his little table and waited for him whilst fiddling with the odd human-made device she’d seen him use to communicate with other clans. 

At the sight of her when he finally entered a while later, he grinned like a child given a treat and Lýn couldn’t help the stupid giggle that bubbled at her chest. 

“What are you so happy about?” she asked, twisting to face him. 

“I have lured the Ayelýn Te Azuei Lou'ite into my home. What man wouldn’t be happy?” he half joked as he hung up the towel that had been resting around his shoulders and the soap pouch dangling from his fingers.  

“Oh shush! I’m still not sure how you managed to convinced me of this. I can still go home, you know? It’s not even that late. I’m sure I’ll get here on time tomorrow and I don’t see why I need to stay for all two weeks.” 

He huffed as if saying, “Not this argument again.” 

Placing a palm dramatically over his chest, he approached her. “Why must you always wound me with your words?” His hands reached for her expectantly, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. “You’re always trying to leave me.” 

“Am I?” she whispered, eyes closing when his clean scent washed over her.

A soft sigh escaped her as she let him kiss her- head tilting to the left as he went to the right. 

Threading his fingers through her hair, he claimed control of her movement, bending her to his will as her palms trailed up his chest- one resting flat over his heartbeat while other reached high to cup his neck- fingertips toying with hair strands she found there.

Nothing between them felt like pretending anymore.

“Aonung,” she murmured as he forged a path down her throat. Something in her core tightened and Lýn knew she was seconds away from making another terrible decision- one that would make things harder when it came time to end them. 

After selfishly stealing a couple more kisses, she reluctantly broke their connection. “We should sleep.”

He swallowed and gave a shaky nod, failing to mask his disappointment. “Sleep… Right.” 

“Mhm. We have a busy day tomorrow. An early one too.”

It was why Aonung suggested Lýn stay with him from that night on, so that she didn’t have to wake at an unreasonable hour to make the journey over. She’d found it logical yes- but didn’t think it was a good idea for them to share a space… much less for her to stay the entirety of the two week celebration. 

But of course, and to no surprise, she folded. 

Ayelýn wasn’t even surprised that the man was also able to get her parents to agree to it as well- even promising her brother he’d craft him his very own official spear since he would be stealing Lýn away for so long. 

Soon enough, Ayelýn was settling in and making herself comfortable in Aonung’s sleep mats. And she was right… they did smell like him. 

Aonung sat near the edge of the fabric. He pulled her feet into his lap and tickled the underside of one foot, gaining a playful kick to the chest in retaliation. 

Crashing waves in the distance echoed comfortingly and a cool breeze blew into the marui. 

For Ayelýn, it all felt rather domestic. She’d already eaten dinner with him and his family that evening. Now here she was, curled on her side, observing him as his fingers released his hair from its usual tidy bun. 

“Should I be worried about meeting Toruk Makto and his family tomorrow?” 

“No, why?”

“Aonung, I’m not family, and I know your mother was the one to invite me but-”

“I want you there tomorrow,” he said firmly. “I want you to meet the Sullys. I want you to meet Neteyam and Xilä, and their son.” His hands abandoned his hair to squeeze around her ankle, one palm running up her calf. “When you start to feel that stupid feeling like you don’t belong there with us, just know that I want you there. Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

Lýn hid her blush under the pretense of adjusting herself into a more comfortable position. Once settled, she nibbled on the tip of her thumb and squinted at the man before her. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, gorgeous,” he said as he continued with the twists to the front of his hair. 

“What’s the real reason you don’t want a mate?” 

“Who said I don’t want a mate?”

“Um, you did? When you asked me to help you with this elaborate plan of yours.” 

Aonung shook out his loose hair with a sigh, digits combing through the strands. He looked good like this, she thought. His curls were long and shiny and she was itching to run her fingers through them. 

“I want a mate. I want a wife.”

Lýn swallowed. “Then why-”

“It’s difficult to explain.” 

“Try,” she whispered.

He held her gaze for a long minute- expression soft and one of vulnerability. 

“Being who I am, sometimes I can’t tell when women are-” His brows scrunched, and he shook his head. “They don’t see me. They see, son of Tonowari. The chief's son. Future Olo'eyktan… And I know I am those things- there’s no escaping it... But I'm tired of being casted in my father’s shadow.”

His hands found her foot again whilst he spoke. Fingers tracing her ankle, thumb pressing into the ball of her foot. 

“I liked this one girl when I was dumb teenager. Thought I’d ask her to court once I completed my rites… but thankfully I didn’t since I overheard her and her friends gushing that she'd managed to nab the chief’s son and what it meant for her- her title. Her status. Her, her, her. ” 

Aonung snorted self-deprecatingly. “I wasn’t Aonung. I was a goal to her. A fucking thing to win… Anyway, from then on I found that women tend to only want me because of my title. It gets them attention. Other men are suddenly interested in them- because they’re seen with me.”

He rolled his eyes. “And sure, maybe it wasn’t all of them, but they began to blur, and it was hard to tell who was being genuine… So over time, of it happening over and over again, and getting hurt- I leaned into it. I lowered my expectations and gave no fucks.”

His thumb rubbed along the space above her heel, and Lýn had to bite back a moan. His fingers felt sinful and it wasn’t appropriate for her to, given that he was currently opening up to her. 

“So yeah, it’s not that I don’t want a mate. I do. But I don’t want a loveless match… I don’t want to have children and spend an eternity with someone I only bonded with out of honor and duty. My parents did it and were lucky to eventually find love… But I can’t. I’ve seen the unlucky ones with my own eyes. I don’t want that.”

“Aonung,” Lýn whispered, as though feeling his pain. “Thank you for telling me,” she said gratefully. “I understand… and I hate that for you. You deserve love to find that love you’re looking for.” 

He gave her a sincere smile of appreciation. “What about you?”

“Me?” she asked, shifting onto her back and nudging her other foot into his hands, sighing in relief when he began to massage it. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes trailing up her body, from the feet in his lap to her slightly parted thighs, to her chest that was barely covered by a strip of cloth, patched with tiny seashells, to then finally landing on her face- eyes closing as she enjoyed his working fingers. 

“Why’s no man managed to grab you up yet?” 

Lýn snorted at his wording but since he was so open with her she decided to be honest too.

“Actually, a couple months before we met, I thought I was going to be.”

Aonung swallowed but managed to keep his tone leveled. “Who was he?”

“He’s a patroller from the Malti village. We met at a clan gathering and he was sweet and attentive. He had a way with words and he made me think that we really did have a future… I mean it wasn’t love but…” 

“What happened?”

“Keftxo, I think? He ended it after saying that it was too far a journey to make each time to see me… that the courting phase would never last.”

“That’s the poorest fucking excuse I’ve ever heard. Awa’atlu is farther than Multi is to Kefto and I make the journey out almost everyday!” 

“I know,” Lýn said gently. “Seeing that had me rethinking the entire thing. Maybe he just didn’t want me anymore, or maybe he just hated Ketfxo.”

“Well, his fucking loss then,” Aonung grumbled while he crawled in beside her, snagging her around the waist and making himself comfortable. 

Lýn turned in his arms, fingers coming up to fiddle with the talon around his neck and Aonung stayed still, watching her through hooded eyelids. She brushed a strand of hair off his cheek and traced down the line of his jaw, letting the tips of her fingers linger over his lips. 

If this moment could last forever, he would take it. 

Fingers still trailing, they burned a path downwards, stopping over his heartbeat. 

Calm washed over Aonung, and all he wanted was to be closer to her. He pulled her to him and affectionately nosed the space at the junction of her neck.

“Can I make you come?” he asked against her skin, fingers playing with the material on her hip. 

His request was so soft and casual, one would think he was simply asking for them to go on a late night stroll. 

Ayelýn’s body responded without her permission. She craved him, yet a tiny part of her rebelled. Her fingers sank in his hair- on their own accord, marveled by its softness. 

“Didn’t we agree that none of it ever happened and that we would never talk about it? As in never, ever?”

“Mmm, you agreed, yeah... I didn’t.” 

“Aonung… I’m not sleeping with you again. It’s a bad idea- you know it too.”

His head lifted out from her neck. “Who said anything about sleeping?” he asked in faux innocence. “I was planning to fuck you, Ayelýn. I wanna hear those little noises you make just for me.” 

Lýn squeezed her thighs together despite rolling her eyes in annoyance- though, she wasn’t really. “Do you only ever think with your dick?”

“Not always. My fingers and tongue do a lot of thinking too… and my tail.” He wiggled his brows. “And I know you’re into that.”

Head tossed backwards, she cackled. “Oh that was good. That was really good. No wonder you lure so many women in here- and speaking of-” She shuffled. “I hope these mats are clean.” 

She’d meant it as a joke, but an odd expression crossed his face. 

“What?”

“I don’t- I never brought women here.”

Lýn’s heart fluttered at the comment. “Never? You’re lying.”

“No, honest. Usually we just did it whe-”

“I don’t need or want to know where you and your entanglements happened,” she interrupted, causing him to release a breathy laugh. 

“Fair enough.”

She wanted to ask him why he’d brought her here but couldn’t bring herself too. “Can I ask you another question though?”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing right now, then yeah, go for it.”

Her fingers were still in his hair, tips gently dragging against his scalp.

“That woman- Ez something-”

“Ezly,” he corrected with a stupid smile on his face. “I’m starting to think you’re doing that on purpose.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s okay, gorgeous. Jealousy looks good on you. You’ve got me blushing over here.”

“Oh hush! What I’m trying to ask is- is she the one from your story? The girl you liked?” 

Aonung’s smile dropped. “How’d you figure that out?” 

“You said you never slept with her. Right?” 

“Mhm.” 

Aonung’s jaw was clenched tight, so she soothed a palm over it, happy when he leaned into her affection. 

“Whenever she’s around it’s like you can’t stand to look in her direction and you get all tense and irritated whenever she talks… Then there’s also the fact that she had this crazy sense of entitlement over you, which since you said you never slept with her… could only stem from something else. She was the girl you wanted to ask to court…”

He couldn’t deny it. It was clear as day all over his face. 

“And I’m guessing,” she continued. “That based on her behavior alone- even after all these years, she still had hope, she still thought that after you’d “had your fun,” you’d go right back to her.” 

“It took me a long time to get over her,” he revealed. “Like I said, I was a dumb kid… When I finally did, I wondered- what exactly did I ever see in her in the first place.” His head fell, face nuzzling into Lýn’s cheek as she wrapped him up in a comforting hug. “You were right by the way. She got the message- avoids me now… Still can’t believe you made her cry though… and I must say it’s kind of hot seeing you so protective of me.” 

Lýn laughed. “Ezra had it coming a long time now.” 

“It’s Ez- you know what- call her whatever,” he said through a snicker. 

Shuffling their position, he rolled them over. Lýn laid on her back now to accommodate his massive body. 

‘He was such a cuddler,’ she thought in amusement. 

“I’ve never told anyone any of that before,” he admitted. “I'm also surprised by how much you figured out too.”

“Really?” She soothingly caressed his back. He was getting a tad heavy being draped over her like this, but she didn’t mind. “Why is that so surprising? I do pay attention when you talk.”

His head popped up at that and Lýn internally squirmed at the intensity she found in his gaze. There was a question in his eyes and it was clear as day what he wanted.

“No,” she said, despite her body screaming, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’

“You know, gorgeous… that’s what you said when I asked you to kiss me the first time… and guess what? We kissed. No, is also what you said right before we fucked- and damn, I think lost count of how many times it’s been now,” he listed in a silly tone.

“Aonung-”

“No,” he continued, fingers trailing up her side, “is what you said when I asked you to court-”

“Fake court.”

“Fake court,” he corrected. “And now look at where we are…” He shook his head as though disappointed in her- so serious with his acting that Lýn had to mash her lips together to not laugh. “I have to say… I’m starting to think that your no’s don’t really mean… no.”

Lýn swallowed and forced herself to not look away from his intense stare- his eyes almost daring her to refute him. 

“So I’ll ask again,” he said, voice low rumbling, causing her tummy to clench, “Can I make you come?”

Playing along with his game, her eyes spoke volumes and when her mouth spewed the word, “No,” Aonung grinned. 

Head descending, he kissed her for a long, drawn out moment. “Fuck. I love kissing you,” he rasped when he pulled away. 

Love. 

The word did something to Lýn, and as Aonung studied her expression- she knew that he knew it too. 

Not wasting another second, he kissed her again, harder this time- a kiss so passionate, it burned through her veins. 

The arousing sound of her needy moan was his undoing and unable to hold himself back any longer, he pulled away again and made quick work of removing her top and tweng. 

When she was bare to him, he was everywhere. Lips, hands- tail pushing her legs open so his frame could sink right into her. 

She bucked her hips and pulled on his hair as he sucked on a pebbled nipple, teeth nipping around her skin before he swallowed her breast in its entirety. 

“Aonung, please-“ She tried to guide one of his hands where she wanted him. 

“Not yet,” he answered around her breast.

Lýn grunted impatiently. “I thought you were going to fuck me- ow!” She hissed when he bit her in warning and stubborn like always, he continued with his path of leisure down her body. 

He worshiped her skin with kisses and quiet words that went unheard by her, all the way until his wide shoulders settled between her stretched thighs. 

And only using his tongue, he licked her into oblivion. With broad sweeps and sucks, he kept her held down with a firm grip and Ayelýn could do nothing but take it. 

Ears gone muffled and no longer able to hear the lewd sounds of his tongue at work, much less her own moans and cries, she arched, fingers fisted in Aonung’s hair as an orgasm rocked her. 

He kept her thighs spread and opened when they tried to clamp closed, tongue lazily and gently overstimulating her as she came down from her high. 

Blinking into awareness and senses returning to her, she cursed and shoved his head away. Usually she wasn’t this sensitive, but right now, she needed a breather. 

Aonung didn’t seem to mind, if anything he appeared mighty proud of herself and how quickly he got her to break. 

Crawling back up to her, he captured her lips in a messy kiss- licking into her mouth as mercilessly as he’d licked between her thighs. 

As they kissed, Lýn reached between them. She fumbled for a second, but with his help, his tweng was gone, allowing her to take him in her fist- an action that made Aonung grunt and break their connection. 

Forearms planted on either side of her, he stared right into her eyes as she stroked him from root to tip. Over and over. Every time she reached the top, she gathered the moisture dripping from there and dragged it down his length. 

His jaw dropped with a soft “ah” and Ayelýn responded with a sweet sound- as though she wasn't trying to kill him with each squeeze- with each pump. 

Eyes clenching shut, Aonung groaned. Eywa. The pleasure was maddening and when spurts of pre-cum escaped him, he had to stop her. “Fuck. Fuck- Lýn I’m -”

Lýn could feel the tremble in his body. With two more strong strokes she released him, and no sooner had she, his lips were on hers again. 

“Aonung,” she sighed. “Please.”

“What, gorgeous? Hmm? Tell me.”

“I want you,” she begged against his lips, legs wrapping around his waist. 

He reared up onto his knees and stared down at her. “So pretty,” he murmured. Lining himself at her entrance, he pushed in- just the tip. 

Lýn’s moan was music to his ears. 

Aonung watched her body’s reaction to him- watched how well she took him with each slow press, watched her chest heave in anticipation, watched how hard she bit her lip and clenched the mat beneath her. 

Using her hips, he dragged in and out- falling deeper with each measured thrust, stretching her to fit him perfectly. 

“This what you needed, sweetheart?” 

“Ye- ngh!” Her eyes widened and she mewled when he fell over her, propped by one hand as he slid in all the way- right to the hilt. 

Hitching her thigh higher up hip waist, he moved with deliberate thrusts. “Eywa. You always take me so good, gorgeous. Just look at you.” 

Lýn cried out when his angle changed, hitting a place inside of her that had her breathless. 

Aonung himself was losing his mind, muttering words falling from his lips as the pleasure built. 

“Perfect, so perfect,” he said against her temple, lips and nose trailing across her skin as they moved. 

Lýn pressed kisses to his jaw- breath heavy in a pant while clinging to him. 

“There’s only- ah fuck- one thing that could ever make this better.”

His whisper was so quiet, she almost missed it. 

“What?” she asked, body tensing as she felt that telltale sign of release coming. 

His rhythm had become erratic now, pace a little more desperate and demanding. And just as Lýn reached her peak, he emptied inside her, heaving one word that had her coming harder than she ever came in her life…

“Tsaheylu.” 

~

Hello friends! 💛

This is way over due. I'm sorrreh! As a token of my apology, one last part will be released, a little while after this one.

Also, I did not by any means think this part would be so heavy handed with the smut- it just happened... sigh, so much for all that angst I envisioned.

See you at the next ending then!

And as always, please let me know what you think.

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: A deer annoys the life out of you and you become a bit suspicious in the end

CH-7: A slithery......friend?

*poke**poke*

You grumbled in your sleep as you felt something poking you over your blanket. Your eyebrows furrowed as you held Charlie closer who was also asleep. The poking seemed to stop for a moment. But then suddenly your whole blanket was pulled off causing your eyes to shot open.

"Bitc-"

You stopped as a disappointed groan came from the deer in front of you, your blanket in its mouth. You rubbed your temples with frustration. You still wanted to sleep a bit longer.

Begrudgingly, you stood up and headed to your bathroom. After coming out refreshed, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You started one of Ashley's drawing livestreams as a background noise and to lift your moods up. You were cackling with all the jokes and jabs from the va's. And blushed whenever alastor would flirt, even if it wasn't directed towards you. This man's voice was just flawless.

For some reason the deer really disliked whenever Alastor spoke. It tried to bite your phone once but you quickly moved it out of its way. "Bad,bad deer!" You shouted.

In response the deer just squinted it's eyes at you with disapproval. You feared for a moment that it'll try to bite your hand off. But it didn't and just turned it's head away from you.

Another weird thing happened when you were trying to cook breakfast for yourself. You left your front door open in hopes the deer will finally leave you alone and go back in the forest. And the other reason was for the ewe to eat fresh grass. After yesterday you were sure they wouldn't run away from you. The ewe did go out. However the deer did not. It settled on just watching you cook in the kitchen.

You were trying to prepare meat for cooking. You cut your meat into small pieces as you went to wash your vegetables. Before you could react, the deer came forward and took the pieces in its mouth, chewing it. You gave the deer a horrified look. You never heard that deer's could eat meat. You only knew them to eat grass and other veggies.

*Earlier before*

Though Alastor didn't like that you touched him. He had to admit you did your job at sewing him up pretty well. He would forcefully stay with you wether you liked it or not as per Charlie's suggestion. However he didn't expect you to be so gentle with him after seeing him tensed up or the fact you cared to cover him up last night.

He chuckled to himself. What a sweet little girl you were. You risked your life back there to save that of a sheep. This type of people are the one who are taken most advantage of in this world. After regaining his strength in the morning, he went out to wake you up. If you're taking care of them then you shouldn't be such a lazy host.

You attempted to shoo him out by opening your door later. He knew he'd have to eat later but annoying you was more fun. Your reactions have been quite amusing by far. Plus he wasn't that much fond of greenery, he would much rather eat meat. So he didn't leave, drinking up in your frustrations. He thought about the wolves he killed yesterday. They weren't venison but wouldn't hurt to try.

Charlie and Vaggie told him about how they were cartoon like characters in this world. And the thought about being recorded and being showed in those..... picture shows didn't quite sit right with him. If only he had his full power, he would slaughter every people responsible for this. His face wasn't made for something like that. And then there was the thing you played while cooking.

'Bhahaha!'Deer daddy'! People fucking calls you 'deer daddy' Alastor!' Angel was almost choking from laughing too much.'I never imagined I would hear him of all people flirt..' Vaggie said almost cringing. "I assure you I never counted on it either. That is not me. Someone is using my voice for these types of outrageous stuffs!' Alastor said, his eyes almost twitching with anger.

'It also looks like she's got the hots for you Alastor' Angel said wiggling his imaginary eyebrows. 'I mean she likes my voice too but she gets almost as red as you when you talk!' Angel said teasingly. 'Firstly that is not me and secondly I don't have any interest in these things!' Alastor said with annoyance laced in voice.

Truthfully, he found it quite 'entertaining' to see you blush from hearing his voice alone. He wondered what he could make you do if he was there in his body. Perhaps he could easily convince you to sell your soul.

Charlie hoped somewhere in her heart that you liked her as much as Alastor. But she shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking like that, she already has a girlfriend. But she hoped maybe, just maybe,Vaggie would like you too. To stop her thoughts from spiraling further she went outside to eat. What she didn't know that Vaggie had similar feelings.

'Ya know, it's kinda funny how angel's voice actor seems almost like a sweet guy unlike him and alastor's is almost as much of a douchebag as him' Husk said smugly as he was chilling on a chair, swaying his tail behind him.

'You might want to watch your tone my dear friend...' Alastor said with a dark tone which made husk's fur almost stand up. 'Whatever' He said while jumping off and walking away.

You seemed to be cutting some beef for breakfast. An idea hit his head as you went to wash vegetables for cooking. He quickly came to the cutting board and gulped all the meat down, making sure to look at your eyes as he did so. Seeing your face fill with disgust and horror was rather satisfying.

*Back to present*

"For some reason you remind me of Alastor..." You said remembering that alastor was both a deer demon and a cannibal. Seeing this deer eat meat in front of you reminded you of that. 'That's cause I am Alastor, darling ' He said in his head but you couldn't hear him. Alastor decided he bothered you enough and finally went outside.

You let out a sigh of relief finally seeing that deer gone. Thanks to him, meat would have to be skipped today. You finished cooking your meal and made sure to feed the puppy and the kitty. After a while you went back to work.

After working for a few hours, you decided it was time for a break. You didn't want to go farther after what happened yesterday. Instead you just made yourself a cup of hot chocolate and stood on the balcony, admiring the view.

Meanwhile Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie were talking beside a tree on what to do. You could see all three of them from your balcony. Suddenly something jumped in front of Alastor.

'We meet again alastor! Thisss time I will make sure to defeat you with my deadly venom in this human world! And you don't have your voodoo powersss to ssstop mee!'

All three of them looked down at the black snake that stood before them. It was hissing and ready to pounce. It had a couple eye shaped designs in its hood that was now open.

'Uh..who are you?' Alastor asked tilting his head.

The snakes hood fell down in shock. 'It is II! Sssir pentiousss!! Your archh rival!'

'Nope, doesn't ring a bell! But I'm sure I can beat your puny self without any need of magic' Alastor said in a sinister tone before lifting up one of his hoofs.

'No wait-' Pentious could hardly say anything before quickly slithering away from alastor's hoof that just stomped the ground he was in. 'Stand still now!' Alastor's voice rang in Pentious's ears as he quickly busied himself on avoiding Alastor's tries of turning him into a mush. While being chased by Alastor he saw a cabin in the distance. Thinking that as his last hope, he quickly went there.

You were just sipping your drink in peace when all of a sudden you noticed the deer running towards in your direction while trying to stomp on something. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion. While you were trying to look for what he was chasing after, the pair had already reached the balcony.

Pentious quickly climbed atop the railing in hopes alastor wouldn't reach him there. He didn't bother to see where he was going. Thus he was just as surprised as you were, both of you guys faces separated by inches.

Both of you let out a scream as you stumbled back and Pentious fell off from the railing on his back. It was a miracle how you didn't let go off your mug. Looking upwards, he saw Alastor's grinning face as he raised one of his hoofs.

'No wait! stop!' Charlie screamed she got between Alastor and Pentious. 'Calm down you freak!' Vaggie yelled at Alastor while flying.

You felt a familiar dread seeing the snake, ewe, moth and the deer standing together.

"Oh no,no, I'm NOT having a snake inside my house"

But god seemed to have other plans for you. Since after, whatever the animal's were doing, they all looked at you. Your ewe slowly then started to come towards you with the snake following right behind it.

"No,no, stay back. Stay back.." you slowly reached the wall of your cabin as your back laid against it. The sheep and the snake stopped Infront of you. The sheep then slowly nuzzled the snake in the head. The snake then got a bit closer to your feet and bowed? Did the snake just bow with its head?

Then it went a bit back and slowly formed a heart with its body. The sheep seemed quite ecstatic to see that based from the sounds, almost like it was cheering the snake up.

You sighed. You were an idiot but not that much of an idiot. This type of thing definitely wasn't normal. Something was very peculiar with these group of animals. But right now, you had to decide what to do with this snake. Since both of them was looking at you right now with pleading eyes.

What do you do? Do you keep it or shoo it away?

(A.N :(Please read) I just wanted to say that I love both the old and new voice actors!! What I wrote here is just what I think these characters would feel like!!)

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Redroom || Han Jisung

Summery: Your stalker finally having the courage to kidnap you and he’s most definitely going to have some fun after doing it.

Warnings: Consented sex, the use of the name (my love,) maybe a little knife play, sex toys, blood licking!! MINORS DNI!! ⛔️

A/n: This was something in works and song recommendations: 7th sense nct, and Thinkin bout you by Frank Ocean. I didn’t proof read this at all I just wrote 🤷🏽‍♀️

You are in a red-themed room with a large king-sized bed, dim lighting, various knives and BDSM tools scattered around. The walls are adorned with leather straps and whips, and there's a big mirror on one side of the room. The only source of light comes from a chandelier in the middle of the room, casting eerie shadows everywhere. The scent of leather and sex fills the air.

“Where-where am I?” I stutter as I stare at the black shadow in front of me from what looks like a man. “You are in my red room.” He answered slowly walking towards me giving me a good glimpse of his face.

To your surprise, he didn't look as bad as you thought he would. You had expected him to be a creepy old man, but he turned out to be completely different.

His long face shape is complemented by his somewhat messy hair, and his doe-like dark brown eyes are gentle, suggesting that he has a gentle, innocent nature added to him, which is now far from the truth about him.

“Do you want to know why you're here, my love?” He picks up a knife, with a sinister smile on his face. I quickly shook my head as pure terror crossed my face.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he approached me and reached out for my cheeks, cupping his hands around them. I try to pull away but he only pulls me back in again to face him. “Look at me Y/n” his sadistic tone echoes through your head. I then glare at him, giving him what he wants. “You’re here because I love you.” He bends down in front of you tilting his head towards you as he stares at you intensely, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

His lips curl into a devious smile, as he starts pointing the blade at your leg, cutting through the fabric and touching your skin. You felt panic rise in you trying your best to calm down. I mean he said he loves you so that means he wouldn’t want to hurt you right? News flash you were so wrong about the statement.

He pushes the point of the knife into your skin, drawing blood you grasped at the sharp pain as the blood flows from the cut. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as his tongue traces along the cut on your skin. Your vision blurs, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his warm breath against your wound. You gasp softly, trying to process the intense feelings coursing through your body.

As you watch him lean in closer, you feel a rush of heat spread through your core. His lips brush against the cut, and you let out a soft moan. The sensation of his tongue against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You try to pull away from him , but your body refuses to cooperate. The pleasure he's giving you is too intense, and you find yourself helplessly caught in his grasp. You let out a soft whimper, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that's taking over your body.

The sudden stop catches you off guard, and you feel a bit of relief and disappointment all at once.

Maybe it was good that he stopped because you shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, but you just couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried not to.

“Do you give me your consent?” He said looking up at you, at that moment your mind was blurred, you couldn’t even think straight but you ended up saying your answer “Yes.” You blurted out to him at which he smirked at.

Jisungs hands moved down to your hips, gripping your skin tightly. With a sudden tug, your pants and underwear are pulled down your ankles leaving your bottom half completely exposed, a sense of humiliation and vulnerability washed over you.

You watched as Jisung grabs the pink vibrator from his large collection of BDSM toys, “I imagined you using this vibrator so many times and now it’s finally happening.” He said, staring at your exposed cunt.

He presses the vibrator against your folds, you gasped at the sudden contact, but it feels so good he starts to thrust the toy in and out of you you throw your head back, moaning loudly as the sensations inside you build up.

Jisungs eyes lights up at your loud moans, seeming to take pleasure in knowing that he’s the one causing you so much pleasure, as you grasp and cry out he increases the vibrations thrusting deeper and faster inside of you.

As you approach your climax, your body starts to tense up, and you feel a warm rush between your legs milking the vibator for all it’s worth, you let out a long, low moan, and your hips buck against Jisungs hands. With a loud cry, As you’re finally about to cum Jisungs suddenly removes the vibratior from your pussy.

You cry out in surprise and disappointment. Jisung leans in close to your face whispering “You were so close baby but you're not gonna cum with that.” He chuckled darkly.

[hxney-lemcn]

Fake Dating — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: an excuse to pretend to date the rogues (some scenarios go better than others)

tw: Harassment, bad intentions (scarecrow), toxic ex

a/n: do some of these count as fake dating? It's more like kissing to throw someone off but same deal ig.

wc: 2.2k

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Your stupid boss made you stay back late. They didn’t care that it was dangerous at night, and you had to walk home. No, only work came first, safety was barely a thought. You were rightfully pissed, and the thought of quitting briefly fluttered through your mind. 

❥Which led to your current predicament. The streets of Gotham were dark as you walked along the wet pavements. Your paranoia was proved correct when a catcall was heard from behind you. You kept walking, hoping that ignoring them would deter their unwanted advances. You heard two more pairs of footsteps fall in sync with your own. 

❥Your heart started beating faster, eyes frantically looking for a way out. You were on a main street, but the people of Gotham don’t look twice when someone needs help. The men continued to harass you as you walked faster. You didn’t want to lead them to where you live, but nowhere was open this late at night.

❥That’s when you saw him. You didn’t know who he was, but so far he was better than the men behind you. It was a 50/50 chance that he was gonna kill you. So you jogged up to him, a fake smile on your lips as you greeted him, “Hey…love.”

❥When Jonathan had gone out for some fresh air, the last thing he expecting was someone coming up to him and calling him…love. Remind him that perhaps staying in his lab was better than taking a break. Jon stared at you like you had two heads, but the way your breath was rapid, your pupils constricted, and your eyes kept glancing behind you. You were scared, something he found amusing. Eyes trailing behind you, two drunken men leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for you to be alone again. 

❥Jon wasn’t a good man, he found the fact you ended up looking to the master of fear for help hilarious, but he didn’t let that show on his face. You clearly didn’t know who he was, otherwise you would’ve taken the two drunken idiots. He could’ve had his fun, deny you help and watch as your fear grew. Hell, he could’ve taken you in for his own heinous experiments, but there was something about you that made him reconsider. Perhaps it was the fact you trusted him (at least enough that you weren’t just running away), or maybe it was a tinge of selfishness. He wanted to be the cause of your fear, not some lowlifes.

❥”Hello…dear,” Jon replied back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to helping people, less so treating a stranger like a loved one. You felt your body relax when the stranger complied. Not to mention the fact that he looked intimidating. He was outrageously tall and his expression was grim. The two men groaned loudly, crying out about maybe next time. 

❥For some reason, that rubbed Jon the wrong way. You weren’t his, not in any way, he didn’t even know your name! But for some damned reason, he didn’t like the thought of those two coming back to haunt you. He was supposed to be the one who haunted people's nightmares, not some nobodies. It was a matter of pride. And so he walked over to the two men, hand fiddling with the new fear toxin he had created. It was a dust, that once ingested, it would take immediate effect. He needed some test subjects for it anyway.

❥You felt your blood drain at the sight of your two harassers start screaming as the stranger blew an orange dust at them. No, he was no stranger, he was the notorious Scarecrow, and when he turned back around, he felt utter delight at the fear that shone through your eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥It was hard focusing on the mechanical work when Eddie wouldn’t stop talking. When his fans found out you were his assistant, they blew up, drawing art and speculating about your relationship. You’ve been a part of fandoms before, so you didn’t think much of it. But seeing fanart of you and Eddie kissing did take a bit of a toll on your mental health. 

❥Eddie had a harder time ignoring it, which made it harder for you to ignore it. Whenever he would look himself up, you seemed to pop up with him. It irritated him greatly. I mean he was supposed to be the one getting all the praise and attention, not you. And the fact that they put you on a pedestal right next to him? Were they even really his fans? You were a mere assistant, he could swap you out for anyone! 

❥He’s read multiple fanfics of you two. He would never admit it. He’d also deny how they would make his heart pitter patter like an absolute sap. You bet your ass you walked in on him one time, laying on his stomach, feet kicking in the air as the fanfic he read concluded with the two of you kissing. He totally has an alt account that likes and shares all the stories he really thinks make him shine. 

❥”Maybe if we pretended to date they’d get off our backs,” You offered. It was absolutely ridiculous and you knew it, but you’d do anything to get some work done in peace. Eddie scoffed, looking at you with a slight sneer. Really, how idiotic could you get? Why should he give those morons what they want? Absolutely not.

❥Yeah he caved pretty quickly. There was no other reason than to quench the masses. Nope. Nada. Why would he want to date you? He’s a man of intellect, not emotion. Mhm. Totally. And when he went live one day (obviously he covered his tracks so no one could find his location), and when you kissed his cheek on said live, the masses went crazy. In fact, your little plan had the opposite effect.

❥Eddie ate up all the attention you were bringing him. The revelation blew up on social media (much to Batman’s disarray). This caused Eddie to be even more annoying, and you found yourself completing even less work than before. He’d stop you to show how well someone drew him, he showed you praise, that was meant for you both, but twisted it to be about him only. He was a menace, but he was a charming menace. 

❥The line between reality and fake blurred between you both. Now your role as assistant included showering Eddie with affection, on and off camera. You’d huff and puff about it, putting on a show of how much you didn’t want to kiss his cheek goodbye if you left the hideout, but deep down you loved it. No one was as close to the green clad man as you had become, and you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to overcome those barriers. Maybe you should thank your fans for aggressively shipping the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥You found yourself dreading friend night. You and your friends would take time out of your busy schedules and catch up. Whether it would be about work, dating life, or any wrong doings you encountered. It was all fun…until they all started dating. Of course you were happy for them, that they were happy with their partners and wanted everyone to meet them. But that made you feel more of an outsider. 

❥You frowned as the group chat bounced with more and more texts. You all were going to hang out tonight, and you were the last one to have a partner to bring with. Harley had noticed that your lovely smile was gone, so she asked about it. When you explained the situation to her she looked dumbfounded. “I’ll just go as your partner then, silly!”

❥That’s how you found yourself nearly sitting in Harley Quinn's lap during karaoke. Some of your friends were off put by the fact that Harley freaking Quinn was there, but the others welcomed her with open arms. She was loud, rambunctious, and never failed to sing loud and proud, even if she didn’t know the song. She also was being overly affectionate…well if she wasn’t already.

❥When she noticed one of your friends and their partner getting lovey dovey, she’d lean over and give you a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’. She held onto you tightly the entire night, boasting about how great you were and she was lucky you picked her. It was nice, but it felt bittersweet. She wasn’t saying that as your lover, she was saying that so your friends bought the story. 

❥As the night finished, you found yourself in a worse place than you started. Bringing Harley made you realize just what you were missing. But Harley was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. So as you waved goodbye to all your friends, she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder. “How about we do this for reals?” 

❥Did you really think she’d let the night end there?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥You glared at your phone. They just wouldn’t leave you alone. You had blocked them from everything, and they still managed to contact you. It was over between the two of you but they couldn’t get the hint. No, it wasn’t even a hint anymore. You were practically screaming into their face that you were over them. 

❥It went too far when they had reached out to you via your address. Even worse, you were having a day in with Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy. Even worse than that? They had sent you a bouquet of red roses. Ivy frowned from where she sat, eyeing the vase with disdain. You yourself felt very similarly. 

❥You didn’t even notice when Ivy walked up to you, taking the card that was imbedded in the dead flowers. Her expression continued to sour as she read the note. “You have quite the taste,” She murmured, tossing the card into the bin. “That taste has changed quite a while ago,” You replied back, unsure what to do with the flowers. 

❥Ivy asked you to explain. So you told her about your previous relationship, how you ended things, and how they seemed to cling to you desperately still. She only let out a small ‘tsk’. She wasn’t jealous, no. She had no reason to be. She had the world at her fingertips. She could also tell when someone was lying, and you were telling the truth. 

❥”Show them you moved on,” Ivy offered, taking a seat on the couch once more. You placed the flowers on a table, you’ll decide what to do with them later. You asked her how you could do that when that’s all you’ve been trying to do. She beckoned you closer, then grabbed your phone. Unlocking it, she pulled you closer into her, causing you to fall onto the couch. Then, she brought your face towards her and pressed your lips together. You felt like your problems vanished in an instant, unaware of the photo Ivy took. Then she pulled away, finding the unwanted admirer of yours quickly and sent the photo. 

❥You watched with slight terror, only for Ivy to shut your phone off. If your ex was truly smart, they’d realize the woman you’re kissing in that photo was Poison Ivy, and that if they didn’t back off she wouldn’t take it lightly. But who knew, they were never the smart type. And you couldn’t help but long for more than just the taste Ivy had given you, your ex a distant memory.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥Catwoman ran solo, everyone knew that. She worked best on her own. So when she asked you to accompany her on one of her heists, you did a double take. When you had asked her to clarify, she only winked. Oh how you hated how she had you wrapped around her pinky finger, but that’s how she likes them. She also promised a cut, which was more than enough to entice you.

❥She had you on watch guard. Not too bad you suppose. It wasn’t until the jewelry stores’ security alarm went off that you felt yourself double thinking this. You’d never leave Selina behind, but the thought of getting caught made your blood pump faster. You glanced around for witnesses, and only watched as people scuttled away. An alarm blaring was never a good sign, especially in Gotham. 

❥Selina slinked down, civilian attire helping her blend in. You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure how she normally stole, but this seemed out of the ordinary. Selina pulled you away into the alley. Before you could ask her what the plan was, her lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise, sirens starting to ring out. Even scarier was the fact that a dark shadow overpassed you both. 

❥Although, it was hard to think when she held you, when her lips pushed into yours so fervently. But you knew who she really was hiding from this time. Batman passed over, not even giving you both a second thought. Selina pulled away, she sent you a wink before sashaying away. You followed quickly, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded faster.

❥”If you’re really good, you might see more of those in your future,” Selina smirked.

[r3dmooon]

Hello i hope your having a wonderful day/night! Idk if your open to request right now but I hope you are! if your not then I'm sorry!! 😰 but may I request a Jessica rabbit type reader x wally daring?? You do this then thank you sm!!

summery: reader who's like Jessica Rabbit and how'd they'd be with Wally. gn! reader btw

tw: mentions of creepy male behavior.

a/n: my requests aren't open but I was surprisingly inspired by this. I haven't watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit in so long but I feel like I did a really good job! ALSO! I'm going to mainly write in headcanon style because for some reason I find it easier even though this is like...my third time writing headcanons lol.

wc: 0.5k

Master List

❥When you moved into the neighborhood, you immediately noticed that you were a bit…different. Flatter than the other residents…as in they were all 3D while you were 2D. 

❥Everyone flocked you, curious as to how that was even possible. So you explained how you came from a town that was a bit more…animated. They were in awe as you told tales of your hometown. Even commenting on how they wanted to visit some day.

❥Even with all the commotion of your new neighbors, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on a certain yellow puppet. He watched from behind the others, gaze never leaving you. You couldn’t help but let your ego grow a bit, flaunting a bit more than you already do. 

❥All the attention your first day left you a bit overwhelmed. Yes, you’ve dealt with crowds before when you worked as a singer at a bar in your hometown, but this kind of attention was different. It wasn’t the perverted stares you grew accustomed to. In fact, that was a bit of the reason why you left.

❥Even though you were overwhelmed the first day, you couldn’t help but appreciate how kind your new neighbors were. Once they learned that you were a singer they just had to have you perform (a bit to Sally’s dismay. But you're the new neighbor so she can let you have the spotlight this time). 

❥As you sung a love song, your gaze was once again drawn to who you’ve come to know as Wally Darling. A fitting name, truely. His stare was intense as he watched you. You’d think you’d be creeped out by it, but you didn’t. In fact, you felt flattered. Compared to the creeps at the bar who’d oogle at you without shame, who’d cat call, who’d stare at you like you were lesser for whatever reasons…Wally’s stare was nothing like that. A bit empty, sure, but it wasn’t disrespectful or perverted. 

❥Day by day, you found yourself growing infatuated with Wally. You wanted to spend more time with him. Get to know him better. Maybe even entertain an idea of something more.

❥It didn’t help that you caught on to his small shows of affection. His stare lingering on you being the tell-tale one. But you also caught him touching you, whether it be a pat on the shoulder or a short hug. How he gifted you things, sometimes a drawing, or just something that ‘reminded him of you’ (which made you feel more confident at the fact that he thinks about you).

❥You were the first to finally make a move. The entire neighborhood knew about the flirting you two participated in, not like you were keeping it a secret. But you could tell that Wally didn’t seem like he was going to do anything further than that.

❥Let’s just say everyone was relieved when you two became partners. Only to realize they’d have to deal with even more lovey dovey flirting afterwards.

[tartrat]

"And I've got this one boy, and he won't stop calling."

As soon as i saw the teaser, i immediately understood why they chose Chalina to return. She just fits the vibe of the song.

The frills on her dress remind me of a mushroom. The headscarf was weird to figure out, i could've done it better. No matter what i did, her mouth looks like its separate from her face for some reason (I actually went and recoloured it after i uploaded this for the post). Tried to do something funky in the background using procreate's disco and dot brushes as overlays. I chose blue and orange because they felt summery to me.

In the last post when i said i was going to draw something funny, i meant something a bit happier. Granted originally i was going to have Mellow begging on his knees in the background and that was going to be the funny part, but i just relegated him to a small emoji. Mainly because they seem to be friends and i can see him having some kind of crush on her.

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire: Exile

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: The cracks start showing

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: Some gore.... i think that's it? Pretty standard terribleness.

4.8k words

a/n: shorted song quote in a while lol This goes out to Alicia who always is drawing parallels between characters. Even if I didn't do it on purpose tee hee

a/n 2: please take note of my update on my writing here

"Second, third, and hundredth chances, balancing on breaking branches, Those eyes add insult to injury. I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending." ~Exile, Taylor Swift Ft. Bon Iver

When you wake up, you see Jonah’s head on the pillow next to you, bloody and nose caved in, eye bulging but looking directly at you. You feel hands around your waist.

You scream.

*

When Frankie and Will finally calm you down, you were coming down from another attack, his arms around your body rightly like the day in the meadow, Will’s hands on your face even though Frankie said you didn’t need that right now. 

“He’s dead.” Santi’s voice breaks your frozen state, making you jolt and turn to the right where he stood. His arms were crossed, as were his legs as he leaned against the desk.

Frankie felt your gasping chest again. “Santi, not now.”

The changes in Frankie recently were obvious… there was something different in his eyes. You found yourself clinging to him after every new disaster, his face being the guidance you need in these trying times… Until this morning when you woke up beside him, In Ben’s arms, and instead of his face you saw Jonah.

“No…” You whisper. “No he can’t be dead.” Your eyes begin to well up with tears again at the though of him being gone. He can’t be dead, you need him, you need him still. “He can’t… he can’t leave me…” Your face is already turned to the floor where you sat, but you can sense Pope’s displeasured face.

“What are you talk about?”

Angered, you shout, surprising everyone. “HE CAN”T LEAVE ME! I NEED HIM!” Your legs kick a bit like you are throwing a tantrum, but you simply can’t control your feelings.

Pope’s short legs stride over despite a warning call from Will still knelt near you. He ignores it. “Were you fucking him?”

“NO!”

Frankie’s grasp on you grows tight again, trying to prevent another melt down. 

Pope bends over. “WHY WERE YOU GOING TO MEET HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT DRESSED LIKE THIS!” He grabs your nightgown roughly, the material yanking on your still pain skin and you scream. 

“SANTI KNOCK IT OFF!” Will shoves him out of the way, giving his husband a stern look.

You begin to rock yourself, gritting teeth as you reply. “Because other clothes hurt my skin now, SANTIAGO!” You shout his real name, the sound foreign on your lips… the room lay silent as you watched the realization that you have forgone the honorific, something that might have pleased everyone in the early days… But this was not the blissful first month of your marriage. This was not a time where he wanted you comfortable, where there was an illusion that the 5 of you could leave peacefully, you as their center, not tearing each other apart with the 5 of you fighting for affection of each other. You swear you can see him put his mask on.

 Face softening, you flinch when he kneels down beside you, cupping your face in his hands with a soft smile. You are reminded of the day you met him, the day he told you that you were perfect. 

‘From now on, as long as you are what we need you to be, whatever you need, you’ll have.’

You were everything he needed you to be. You carried the savior. That was the condition, wasn’t it? Get pregnant? But the goalpost had been moved now. Remembering the burning, you think his threat

‘If that baby comes out with blonde hair, we’re going to have a problem.’ 

How could this be the same man? How could the man who seconds ago screamed at your and pulled at your sensitive skin be the same who gently knelt beside you, holding your face like he did in your first kiss.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re safe now, no harm will come to you. I will protect you.”

But it was different now. You realize he never protected you. Ever. Will killed Jonah for you. Will took the bullet for you. Will bathed you and healed you and massaged you. Santiago didn’t do shit.

But your body hurt, your skin aching in a reminder of what he could do to you. So you nod, tears filling your eyes. “Thank you, my husband. I just… I wish to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Seemingly buying it, he stands. “Frank, leave her be.” The gestures to the others to leave.

“Oh, uh… can Francisco stay?” You begin to sit up, off of him.

He narrowed his eyes. “I supposed. Just until you fall asleep. He’s needing to bless the water.”

Iris would have to clean the kitchen of Jonah’s blood… a cleaning ritual would have to take place with the water. Jonah couldn’t be burned alive, which is good because you doubted Iris would dance as he did. You couldn’t bear it if whatver you did to tempt Jonah resulted in her death too.

Getting into bed, Francisco goes to take his usual place in your arms, but you pull back when he reached for you.

“Sorry, sorry…” You are quick with an apology when his face crumbles. “I just… I need company. Not touch.”

He nods, looking guilty as he climbs under the blankets. “I’m so, so sorry Madonna… I never thought Jonah could do this… never thought he was the kind to… to…”

But you shake your head. “I don’t wanna talk about this, Francisco.” But after a beat, still, you ask. “Was that you that held me last night? You and Rey… you smell the same.”

“It was me. I don’t… I don’t think any of the guards should be touching you after this. Especially Rey.” You agree. Despite not wanting touch, you reach out your hand. You fall asleep to him rubbing his thumb over the top, feeling the mangled skin.

*

“Benjamin…” Frankie holds his lover, one leg hitched up against the pants Ben was trying to pull down. Francisco was always bottomless, his pants stripped away the moment they made it into Ben’s room. “Benjamin we can’t do this… she needs us…”

“We’ll be quick.” Shucking off his pants with little kicks of his leg that make Frankie smile against the younger man’s skin, Ben grips Frankie’s broad shoulders, wraps his legs around his thighs and forces them both to roll over. Francisco is always considerably impressed by his strength, always finds it hard to reconcile him with the starving boy that was found so long ago. Ben rasps, ordering Frankie where he wanted to go with such dominance, such self assuredness… “Ride me”

Guilt tightens his chest when he thinks about Madonna, how sometimes he wishes she’d take charge more… but then he remembers what the pay off is. Unlike Santi, he doesn’t have to worry about you hurting him. Unlike Ben, he knows you aren’t fucking the entire community.

His thoughts of you are pushed back when he sinks down on Ben’s cock, the long member driving right up to his prostate when Frankie’s ass hits Ben’s firm thighs. He was so different now, so capable, so strong… He wasn’t like this when he was young. No, back then, he needed Will for everything, refused to leave his side for a while… Frankie wasn’t sure who it was that found the Millers, but Jonah brought them into the mansion during a blizzard, said he found the orphans in a shitty lean-to that had caved in. The ruckous of Jonah's billowing entry has drawn Santi and Frankie downstairs where Beatriz was telling him they couldn’t stay. Jonah insisted that he’d take them to the boys dormitory in the morning, but that it was too cold to go outside again.

Will has frostbite from giving his warm clothes to Ben in hopes he’d survive. Ben was emaciated. They never did find out what was wrong with him as a child, why he was so much thinner than Will who’d give him so much more of the rare food… but even after becoming permanent members of the Garcia family, for years Ben didn’t put on weight. Then in his teens, he beefed up and became who everyone knows him as now.

“Just like that… fuck, fuck thats good Frankie…” Ben praised him, so vocal as he always was, feeding him what he needed in these moments. Frankie was aware his body was different than how the others looked, that the weight in his 30’s packed on more around his stomach, but he when he was with you, when he was with Ben, hell even when he was with Santi and Will he didn’t care. The validation he got from feeling needed, feeling desired was enough for him.

Ben thrust up into him, making Frankie cry out louder than he should, and Ben yanked him down to his level to swollow his sounds of pleasure with a kiss. And fuck, could Ben kiss. With every roll of his hips and slide of his tongue, Frankie’s eyes rolled back into his head. Nothing else mattered but Benjamin. 

Ben was only 4 when he was brought to the house, Will was 8, Frankie and Santi were 9, but Santi was almost 10. When Beatriz approached the boys huddled in each others arms, she stared for a while. They were helpless and small, and while Beatriz was a lot of things, something probably tugged at her heart. Ben gazed up at her like she was the savior herself, like all her bullshit about godhood was true. He never doubted her for a second, firmly obeying every order, explicit or implicit. That loyalty extended to Santi, and he never, ever betrayed him…. Except with Frankie. 

Tugging at Ben’s hair, Frankie humped against Ben’s body as they kissed, fucking himself on his dick and seeing stars. He loved Ben so fucking much it hurt sometimes, and it was near unbearable, it burned him from the inside out and crushed his chest but they could never, ever be together. Not with Santi.

It didn’t start out like this. Of course not, not with the age. Ben was his little brother, someone he loved as such and whose company he enjoyed. Ben and Will never left the house in the morning, Beatriz taking them in. She had her reasons of course. She said Will showed immense courage taking care of Ben after being orphaned, that the self sacrifice he showed was that of a healer's nature. Will became the God of healing and war. Duality. Ben was always full of smiles, even as a starving child. “Mi sol”, as Beatriz called him. He was the sun god.

For a long time, the four of them remained as brothers. Homosexuality wasn’t discouraged, perse… but it wasn’t encouraged. Men and women were needed to pair up to birth children. When things began to bubble up between him and Santi, Beatriz set him up with Iris. For a long time, Francisco thought something was wrong with him for not wanting Iris the way he did Santi. It wasn’t her fault; clearly she was stunning to look at, and the… activities… they had gotten up to that went beyond kissing proved that he WAS attracted to her. But nothing felt like Santi… not until Ben.

Francisco had seen Ben at the orgies they used to have, and for a long time he simply had sense of protection over him. He was too young, and Frankie worried when he reached 19, the age Frankie had been, that Beatriz would touch him too… he thought that was it. 

Then suddenly Beatriz was dead, and everything changed.

Jonah was almost killed for being found fucking Delilah who had participated in the coup. Marcus was burned to death and their future wife was burned to dance, a trauma that gives her a glassy stare for a moment every time she smells smoke. Iris was forced into servitude at the house to pay for Jonah’s sins and the engagement was, of course, called off by Santi. A vacuum had been created, power sucked in and Santiago tried to take her place.

With the chaos, Ben and Franscisco simply… fell into each other, and suddenly what he had with Santi pales in comparison.

With a fistful of hair in his hand, Ben pulled Frankie off his mouth, admiring his kiss-swollen lips as he pants. “Gotta be quite, Frankie. Gonna get you off, but you gotta be quiet. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

Unable to speak, Frankie simply nodded. He sat up, bouncing on his cock as Ben jerked him off. Their eyes locked together, Francisco was lost in the sky of blue in his eyes, a cloudy sky his sun god resided in.

Cum flies out of him in strong spurts onto Bens chest, cumming hard as Ben filled his asshole with his spend. Rain fell from those skies he felt burning into him, and he fell over to kiss them away. A soft smile. A gentle touch. A warm hand in his hair and body on fire. The warmth of the sun blessed him.

*

“Baby’s hungry.” You mutter on the couch, sitting on the oppiset side as Ben strummed his guitar.

Francisco smiled. “Oh, it’s the baby, is it?”

“Yeah.” You nudge him with your foot. “Baby says enchilada’s sound great.”

“Let’s go to the kitchen then. I got you.”

Ben lights up, looking away from plucking at the chords. “Oh shit, you’re making enchiada’s? FUCK yeah!”

“Noooo, I don’t wanna get up, can’t you make them?”

This makes Francisco frown. “I wanna stay near you, Madonna.”

“She doesn’t wanna see Iris.” Ben points out your fears, and Francisco’s shoulders drop.

“I let her take some time off… We’re on our own for a few days… It’s okay.”

It felt wrong being in Iris’s domain without her, watching Frankie go through her cupboards, her fridge, her pantry… Jonah was dead and it was her fault. Now both of you are orphans… How could you explain to her that you could have never meant for this to happen? That you loved him like a father, that you felt lost without him here… 

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Ben’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, making you turn to him as Francisco busied himself with the food. “Jonah will fuck anything that walks. Asshole practically raised us, then slept with Delilah.”

“Ben, I don’t really wanna-”

“Man, I used to see him at the parties, he’d bury his head in any cunt he could get his hands on-”

Your brow furrows at that. “What parties?”

“Ben!” Francisco calls. “Come help me with this.”

The men whisper argue to each other at the counter, indiscriminate words grating at your ears as you try to make sense of Ben’s words.

That’s when she walked in, trailing behind her was Reyansh.

The door opens, Iris stopping in her tracks. Her eyes were clearly red and puffy but the tears had clearly been wiped away, trying to appear indifferent. It wasn’t working. You scramble to stand, knowing you have to face her, face the consequences.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could get out.

Iris’s face crumbles. “Honey…”

The sound of Jonah’s nickname for you from his daughter's lips shatters something in your heart, and you feel your lip quiver and eyes burn. “I’m so sorry…”

She takes a step forward, speaking softer to you than you ever heard before. “What on earth are you apologizing for…”

“It’s my fault! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You shout, and Ben places himself between you and Iris protectively, trying to usher you out of the room but you stay firm. “I should’ve seen the signs! I shouldn’t have been sneaking out of my room! I shouldn’t have gone unguarded!” Rey are vaguely aware of Rey behind Iris, of Francisco and Ben trying to talk to you but you couldn’t pay attention to that. The moment existed between two women whose fathers couldn’t be what they wanted, in whatever way that meant. Two women who were left abandoned. Two women who understood each other in a way the others couldn’t, no matter how much love was there. “I ruin everything I touch!” Sobbing, you shout ‘I’m sorry’ again and again and again.

Your knees buckle, and you hear Francisco shout your name as arms wrap around you, saving you and your baby from a fall. Then, Iris is knelt in front of you, hands on either side of your head and pulling you to look at her. Her voice is firm, steady and sure as it always is but an air of empathy that didn’t exist before. You understood each other now. When you eyes meet hers, eyes like a sturdy oak and just as unwavering, she spoke her words repeatedly. 

“It’s not your fault. None of this is.”

And suddenly, her voice mattered than Santiago’s.

*

“It’s okay to miss him.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Madonna-” Francisco’s hand reached for you, but you jolted back and away from him with wide eyes. “Sorry… Can I tuck you in?”

You scoot into bed. “Just… don’t touch me…”

He nods as you lay down, pulling the blanket over you and laying it nicely around you, careful not to touch your body or pull anything against your skin. 

“Do you… do you want to be alone?”

He watches you think for a minute. You’d been through a lot, Jonah’s attack leaving you… not yourself. Usually when things happened; the burning, the shooting, etc, you craved closeness from your husbands, but after this… You were so far from him, all the time.

“I… I don’t want to have sex, is that okay?”

His heart crumbles at your question, quickly sitting on the bed but far enough not to scare you. “Oh my god, Madonna… that’s always okay…and I would never, ever expect that from you after something like this…” Still, you  didn’t meet his eyes… just silently crying as you had been all day. He watched a tear drip over the bridge of your nose while you lay on your side. He sighs. “When Beatriz first… when she first touched me, I felt sick, honestly. She said it was a divine union or whatever… but she was my mom. To me, anyway. I didn’t… I didn’t want that to happen.

“The she died and I thought… you know I thought I’d be relieved. God knows I’ve thought about it enough… But I didn’t. I cried for weeks,  felt lost, directionless… there was nowhere to put my anger, my sadness…” That’s when he fell into Ben. “There was… I guess I remember being confused. I didn’t understand how someone I loved could hurt me… and why I still loved someone who could do that…”

You choke back a sob, and when he sees your hand reach out, smooth and soft compared to the other, he takes it. “I don’t understand why Jonah would do that to me… But… I’m also angry at him… not for…” You swallow hard. “but for leaving me. Jonah always knew what to do, what to say… he helped me figure this whole thing out… I feel violated but… also abandoned… If he had stopped, I never would have told anyone.” Shame swallows you as you get more and more intimate. “I don’t think I would have told anyone if he was successful, Francisco. If he didn’t start punching the wall, I wouldn’t have screamed! I such a fucking idiot! I just didn’t want him to die!”

Resisting the urge to hold you is difficult, knowing you have to be the one to make that move. You have to be the one to express it… Still, he lies down beside you. “Madonna, you lost your dad at a young age and you spent 10 years alone with no friends, no family, no love… It makes sense why you’d want to cling to any connection you have. He took care of you, you didn’t want to let go of feeling loved. Lord knows I’ve forgiven worse for the same.”

You turn into him, your face settling on your chest as you cried yourself to sleep.

His heart ached for you, panges pulsing through his body and he clung to you, holding you steady so you could let go. He would be your rock. He would pull it together, be the man you and his baby needed…

You were so precious when you slept, your body trusting him to keep you safe,to keep you wrapped up in love and adoration. He felt so, so horrible for what happened to you, that you were hurt so badly by someone you trusted… He was probably as shocked as you were when he found out why Will was beating Jonah bloody and why you were catatonic on the floor. Jonah, of all fucking people knew what it was like to have your body violated… It angered Frankie in a way he rarely felt.

Usually his emotions were pushed down, shoved away so he could be whatever Santi needed him to be. A stress toy, a cock, a hole, an emotional sounding board. His needs and wants didn’t matter much more than they did with Beatriz, but at least Santi was protective of him, showed affection without needing reward. Still, Frankie couldn’t be himself, so often… but today, as his sleeping girl breathed heavily on his chest, her face still on shirt in a pool of her tears, he let himself feel. He’d be better for her, he’d do better. He’d stay and protect-

The door opens. “Santi wants you.”

*

When you wake with Ben next to you, you’re heart sinks. Not because of Ben, no, never. He was a sweetheart, your sunshine, your joy. Seconds later, his sweet sleeping face makes you smile. You like the floppy chunk of dirty blonde hair that always tickles his face when he sleeps. No, you’re sad because you miss Francisco. Nightmares woke you up again, but Ben was out like a light. It was warm in the bed, Ben always ran hot and you felt like you were melting, even in your nighty. You always chose this one no, it was flouncy enough to allow room for your belly but the material didn’t irritate your burns that were still recovering. 

You think of how many members of Delta saw you naked, the scars and wondered if Santiago wanted you humiliated or not. You wonder if he knew what Divine Mother did to Francisco… Your mind reeled with questions, like what this meant for you. If the God you worshiped so clearly abused your beautiful husband, could she truly be good? You couldn’t imagine kneeling to say your prayers now, knowing she made him feel the way Jonah did to you. And then you realize you can’t stomach kneeling to Santiago either.

It’s too hot. It’s too muggy. The sheet felt wrong and you needed to get out of this room.

When the door opens, you expect to find Reyansh sleeping, but his eyes were open this time. He wore a small, sleepy smirk on his face. “Somehow, I knew you’d still find a reason to sneak out.” He had a busted open lip.

You smile back, quietly closing the door behind you. Really, you knew after Jonah you shouldn’t be around men who aren’t your husbands in skimpy nightgowns but… it was Rey. You trusted him and yeah, you trusted Jonah too but… If Rey betrayed you, there was nothing left to trust.

He stands, letting you sit in his chair and he takes a seat up against the wall next to you, despite your protests.

“Rey? Do you… pray?”

He gives a soft chuckle, resting his head on the chair. “No, I don’t. Call me a heathen. Or a heretic. Or a blasphemer? I’m not entirely sure the difference.”

“I don’t know either, honestly. I just… I’m starting to think Divine Mother wasn’t… good.”

Rey lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank fucking god, girl. No, she wasn’t.” He looks up at you, those big brown eyes framed by the curls falling around his face. He was beautiful, truly. Shame he wasn’t a god, he’d be a good one. “Beatriz Garcia is a piece of shit who sexually abused multiple young men- boys, really. She had hundred of people put to death, and she is not God, none of this is real, she’s a crazy woman who-”

“Wait.” You shake your head, frowning hard. “No, of course she’s a god. How else would Santiago, Francisco, Ben and Will be gods?”

The light in his eyes fades, and he looks sad. “Sorry, sorry. RIght. Why don’t… why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking…”

You’re curious about his reaction, but too tired to think on it further. You settle into your chair more. “I’m thinking if she’s not a good god, maybe she’s a bad one? Or a demon? I don’t know… I don’t really have anyone to talk theology with…”

Reyansh pats your leg. “You’ll figure it out, I trust you. You’re smarter than they give you credit for. You know that, right? That you’re more than just a womb?”

You laugh a little. “Well, yeah, but that's not really important, is it? My job isn’t to be smart, it’s to have the savior.”

He sighs. “You’re so much more… and yes, that is important. Just know, you matter after you give birth, okay?”

“Rey, I-”

“Just say it, please?” He sounded desperate, so much more serious than you knew him. Your eyes droop closed.

“Okay. I matter after I give birth. I know that.”

“Good. And I’m gonna be here for you, always.”

“I know.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch out for us.”

*

When Ben woke up, he was worried when he didn’t see you in the bed. Santi had sent him to go get Frankie, but not before filling his ass with cum, ensuring Ben couldn’t have a quickie with Frankie. Did he know? Did he know Ben was fucking he most favored lover? Everyone with eyes knew Santi loved Frankie more than anything on this planet, only Madonna was too stupid to figure it out. He liked her that way, though. 

Ben loved Frankie with a burning passion. It was an ache that was never satiated unless they were skin to skin, unless he was buried inside him or fingers interlaced with his. No one compared to Frankie, no one made him smile, no one made him laugh, no one eased that pain buried inside him that blinded his rationale like Frankie did. Frankie knew him in a way no one could.

When he was brought to the mansion, Ben remembered two things. Will’s arms refusing to let go until Beatriz insisted, and Frankie, watching from a corner. He was so quite that day, but the way he hovered… the way he watched with curious eyes wherever they were taken, sometimes whispering to Santi. Ben had no idea these two would become closer to him than his own brother. The chill of the winter he almost froze to death in rattles in his bones to this day. Maybe that’s why his body over-compensates, why the sun bows to him. Maybe it’s his anger at the sun for hiding as the winter nearly took his life, took his family’s. 

Years later, another storm would leave a child orphaned, a little baby girl. She’d be found huddled up in her parents arms as they froze to death, the last of their body heat sustaining the child until Jonah and Marcus found her. Instead of taking her to the mansion, she was brought to Marcus. Ben wondered what might have happened if she’d been brought there like he was.

Will never relinquished his grip on him, not for the next multiple decades. At first, it was endearing, the protective nature… but then it became grating, an irritant. Will prevented him from exploring his true self, his power, the things he could do… Beatriz said he was jealous, that Will liked having Ben to take care of, to control, tha the shift in the dynamic would make him try to hold on tighter and she was right. When Ben insisted he was ready to participate in the orgies, Will tried to stop him, argued with Beatriz about it and tried to get Jonah to intervene. Jonah tried, but who gave a shit what he had to say? He was a consort at best. WIll never let Ben do anything fun, anything enriching, always tried to keep him out of the activities of the other gods. He was selfish.

When he realized Madonna was not in her bathroom, he stood up quickly to find her. Francisco had been summoned by Santi, making Ben in charge of Madonna and if something happened to her, he was taking a beating for sure. Santi has Beatriz's temper, although Ben never received that end from either of them. He was as loyal as they came, did exactly as both wanted… save for his affair with Frankie.

But then Ben opened the door and he found you, asleep on the chair… with that shithead guard sleeping with his head resting on your leg.

I loved the reactions to the last chapter LMFAOOOOO everyone feeling v betrayed by jonah ;-;

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milder chapter, more world building focused than anything tbh learning more about ben and frankie, how will and ben came to be in beatriz's "care" if you call it that.

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