#mating season au

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Hetalia Mating Season: Demon King England

Alright how this series is going to go is that I will be making these short stories and not do multiple parts. Because if I did that I’d never be able to get to the Golden Nightingale this year. I know I’ll do all the mains plus Spain. You can also just yell at me in the comments for others if I get a high enough interest in it. Anyways, here we go. 

Also this series will be done in Gender Neutral…..until the spicy part because I do have to get specific. So I separate the Male! and Fem! version of what goes on. I want all who want to read to be included and actually have fun. 

So yeah, that’s my bit here we go. 

Also I'm keenly aware of my skill in making male x reader content is lacking in the emotional and physical payoff. I'm working on that.

***********************N$FW AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED************************

“All love songs have a hypnotic lure in them, you just need to pick the one that will make them want to take the bait.” 

Arthur was down in his lair studying the last 100 songs that you’d listened to in the last 90 days. You had tendencies to have certain songs play more than others. Now that he’s got enough intelligence to know which tune will catch you off guard. The spell that he’s crafted hijacks the temporal lobe that can override the rest of your brain signals. All he has to do is get the melody within range of your ears. 

“A simple enough task, to get my mate here with me. This is exciting and so much fun!” He begins to giggle like a schoolgirl that’s just recently seen their crush from afar. His short choppy hair had a charming frizz. His light, matte skin was lit by the light of his wand. He’d been moisturizing it so that he could look more enticing to his human lover.  He was neatly writing down the incantation for the amorous melody with a feather quill. He admired the neat writing that decorated the paper. It had taken him hours to perfect his spell. He practiced on a few gnomes, ogres, and fairies to see if he’s had success in being able to rewire their brains to become reactive to the music he played that suited their personalities. It was successful for the most part with a few minor hiccups. His spell would become faulty if there was another melody in the distance playing or if he himself is not entirely concentrated while he performs the spell it could be broken depending on the victim's concentration. 

It would be hard for you or any other human that could hear the enchanting melody to resist. Especially if England himself utters the melody and doesn’t simply use his fae familiars. 

Arthurs mind wanders off onto the day you met. There was a light downpour. It’s drops made light plops against his black umbrella. The way that you walked like a ballet dancer effortlessly dodging other pedestrians. This is where his initial attraction lay. You were so light on your feet that you were managing to escape from his vision. He knew he had to catch up. He knew he couldn’t let you escape. He flicked his umbrella into the air and disappeared behind it transforming himself into his demon form. He jumped on one of the nearby buildings so he could have a better view of where you’d run off it. You acted as if you were the white rabbit that was very late for an important date. 

Once he saw that familiar red beanie that you kept a top of your messy locks it was easy for him to keep track of you. He went to lower buildings so he could keep you in his vantage point. Once you went inside that gift shop that was situated on King’s Road. He shifted to his incognito mode so he could observe from afar for a while. He watched as you apologized for the delay and that you’d be ready to open in 10 minutes. The small crowd that was at the shop had a compact but cute entrance. He saw how swiftly you zoomed around the shop turning on the lights and quickly sprucing the palace up two of the people who were in the crowd were your associates. 

The fairy lights and lamps lit up your fantastic brick-and-stone shop. All the cute knick nacks of union jack adorned goods, unique wood carvings shaped like men, monsters, and other dimensional beings. Streamers of luminescent pastel lights give the place more of a magical forest-like feel. 

“Alright everyone! Thank you for your patience [Last Name] Timeless Gifts is open!”

Some of the crowd began to clap in excitement. Your store was extremely popular on Instagram and a few other platforms. It was one of the new reasons the latest flux of tourists came to London. They wanted to get some of the latest charming gifts that were from around the world and from all  of the artists in the U.K. The queue drained into the store eager to get pictures and gifts. 

Arthur shifted his shape to look less attractive; he didn't need attention. He’d need stealth. He wandered over to the famous little gift store. He loved the way that your energy was always on high when you spoke to your customers. You were evicted about the thing you go to do every day. You were in the middle of showcasing some of the crafts you’d made. You were beaming with pride at the results you were able to make for your efforts. Your energy was different from most humans that he’d ever encountered. The energy that floated off of you was like small sunbeams that were meant to heal any soul that was overcast with dark rain clouds. 

He was eager to know more about you from that day forward. He summoned seven faries to keep watch over you and all of your daily activities. They were to have a nightly session to discuss any new developments. After a few months of surveillance and his occasional visits in his modified form he decided that it was finally time to approach you and use his intelligence to woo you. He had to calm himself beforehand his heart was racing like it was trying to make it’s way to the ball. How exciting that he can finally put his devious plan into action. 

He will come in about a half hour before closing for ‘bridge’ time. He will take a gander at the sizable book collection that sat in the center of your store. It had more of the gag book gifts that one would give as a fun last minute stalking stuffer, or for a bachelor(ette), or for a light hearted office prank. Regardless it was a great way for him to think of a way to spark up a conversation with you. Since he knew that humor was one of your forte. You really knew how to illuminate a room with your charming charisma. It was one of the many things that he fell in love with in the months of observing you.

“Excuse me Y/N I love the ambiance that you have brewing here. Is that Earl Gray  that is brewing for the scared hour?” He has a charming smile that graces his face and his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement but you could tell they were holding back some other emotions. But you paid it no mind after all. All of your customers who came in had different stories and opinions to offer all of which brought in new life to your store. 

“Of course, up in the atrium I believe we have room for one more to join us for afternoon tea. Care to join for a small fee of £10.” 

“Sign me up it sounds like a jolly good time.” Not even holding back the gigantic smile that now adorned his face. It was like he was living in a daydream. Through the course of tea time he sat right next to you and stole all of your attention from your other guests who only maybe got in a question or two about how long you’d had the shop or how you got into your craft. Arthur was always able to smoothly interject in something that he knew would pique your interest. 

“Oh yes I remember that bakery that is just out of the way on Piccadilly Circus. It has the Sticky Toffee Pudding that is to die for. If you haven’t tired then maybe we can go sometime.” He made mental notes of where he’d ask you out on a date. He had plans A-J worked out in his head and he was ready to deploy his tactics. He took winning you over as seriously as he did when he wanted to conquer more lands within the underworld. 

You give him a smile that touches his cold heart and ignites it with a match. When your response was: 

“Sounds like fun maybe one a day when running this gift shop isn’t so crazy.” You give a thoughtful gaze to your planner that you had in front of you next to your delicate pale yellow tea cup. “Would next Thursday at three O’ Clock work for you?” 

The match had been thrown into the nest of hay twigs and firewood that was nestled in the pit of Arthur’s heart. The tiny flickers of fire spread through the brush to create the flames of desire for you. The way that you spoke, the way that you wrote, and the air of summer that surrounded you constantly even in the depths of winter made him realize that you were the perfect one for him to claim as his mate. 

“Sounds like a date.” You giggle and take a long swig of your tea, you had to attend to some of your other customers you requested your attention. You quickly jot down your number and give it to him. And as soon as you left to greet other customers, you for some reason felt a slender tail of sorts wrap around your lower leg. The feeling didn’t linger for long and you assumed it was your imagination after all. You had been up for 48 hours straight since the holiday season that started next month in November was about to begin . You were already beginning to become back up with national and international orders. You were bound to make big profits all around. Soon you’d be able to own your own home and start some of those other dreams you had in mind. 

Arthur however was still not satisfied. He wanted to have your undifivied attention and be able to drive himself into you in peace. He wanted to capture his sunshine and hide you away for your attention was too pure for others anyway. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.

“At least they said yes.” 

“Alright you two, I'll check in with you tomorrow at 11am. Make sure you lock up properly and put the new inventory away.” You bid your small team good-bye for the day. You were eager to get to your date. The posh British man had an electrifying energy that drew you in like a moth to an open flame amidst the blackness of the midnight sky. One where there were there were no stars or moon to act as guides. You’d be susceptible to his trap. 

“Hello, love. You look great!” He grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your bare hand. The kiss sends lighting bolts up your veins. It was like getting hit with 500 mg of caffeine at once. You were awake now and he had your undivided attention. 

“Thank you. You as well.” Red appeared on your cheeks like bright fairy dust. 

‘The face fitting for a demon royal. I just want to get in with it. It’s getting hard holding back my urges.’ 

“Let’s go and get ready for tea time at the Bluebell Pastry Palace. The scones should be getting ready to come out of the cobblestone oven and their tea has been shipped from Japan and India. The best chai and the best matcha too. It will be quite good time.” Not even attempting to hide his happiness. He can’t help but be charmed by you. Every lingering glance you gave him and gazed into his eyes added extra logs to the burning fire in his heart. You reach for his hand and your hands interlock. You wandered through the somewhat crowded streets. The union jack was laced throughout the streets while there was a light breeze with tufts of fog that whipped through your hair. You felt like you were entering into a hazy dream of sorts heavy with meaning. You felt like there were sparkles of red that hit your body. Was that a faint melody that you could hear? Familiar was how it felt, but it also held a great deal of mystery to it. 

“Hey Y/N are you alright were here! You look as though you may have seen a troll or a fairy just wander just out of your view.” He teases with a toothy smile that makes your heart jump a little. 

“Yeah, I’m all fine. I get lost amidst my thoughts on occasion.” 

Once you were seated at a window table that was adorned with red roses, pastel pink  tulips, ruby carnations, purple orchids, and vermilion peonies. The scene laid out before you looked like a fancy fairytale daydream. The greenery that surrounded the elegant flowers curled out like long strands of silky streamers that were sewn by a fairy godmother prepping for a ball. You felt like every moment that you spent with Arthur felt like you were being pulled deeper into a lucid dream one which you did not want to be awakened from. 

When I saw you over there I wasn’t sure

Now I’m feeling something I haven’t before

Your (eye color) float back over to his forest green eyes. They put you in the center of his pupils that were like microportals. 

“Your thoughts wander to where Y/N?” Did his voice sound a little more hypnotic and enticing? 

“Toooo….” Your mind really couldn’t think of an answer. 

Look at us so distant now skin to skin 

Your concentration was disappearing and all you wanted to do was concsntrate on the song that was faintly playing in your ears. It sounded fun, it sounded lively, it was surreal. Arthur hadn’t let go of your hands since the two of you had wandered in from the misty London streets. That magical lighting shock that you first felt when first encountered him. There was something more to him that you couldn’t really pin down. 

If you keep this up I’ll let you in. 

You vision began to fade in and out. The spell that Arthur had perfected was beginning to take effect on you. Its talons had made its way into your mind. It felt like being a mix of high and drunk at the sametime with the melody of the song becoming clearer in your mind. You body felt fully relaxed. You were fine. You looked into Arthur’s pools of verdant green, becoming you to take a dive and take a swim. 

Yeah you, almost make me fall in love 

Yeah yooooooou, got me hypnotized under your spell.

Arthur’s grin was much larger than that of the Cheshire cats by now. He was beginning to break out in a cold sweat of sorts. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. 

Your eyes are glazing over with smoky clouds of confusion and being in a heavy daze. No doubt the song had hooked you in and was dragging you out to the wider seas. Where there would be nothing to stand between you and him. You’d been met with the Leviathan of the seven seas, who sprung up from hell during the first mating call of spring. 

“What sort of tea will you be ordering, love? I’m going to stick with my usual at this time: Earl Grey.” 

For a moment you seemed to snap out of the trance you’d been under but you still felt the weight of something baring down on your soul. You were in the middle of the sea. Where the waves still rocked your tiny boat of consciousness recklessly. You pick [insert choice] along with your favorite dessert of the moment, Madeira Cake, which had been sweetened with sweet white wine and had hints of lavender. It seemed to be the tastiest treat. 

Arthur’s hands had made themselves once again interlocked with yours once you gave your order to the waitress. 

“I’ll be right back dears, with the tea!” She said cheerfully as she went on her way. 

“A lavender cake of sorts that’s not a bad idea Y/N so. Tell me more about you and what brought you to London and about how you established your store.” He looked at you intently with a glint that had appeared in his eyes. Was… was that a look of hunger? You quietly mused to yourself. 

‘It’s a first date. I’m overthinking this.’ You give him a girn and tell him about the origins of your store. 

“Yes, I’d always wanted to not work myself to death at a boring office job and I loved to learn about new crafts like miniature wood works  and making small musical boxes. There's just something so spectacular about being able to craft a miniature world to tell a story.” You yawn for some reason. 

When I get you closer to my body. 

Wanna feel your hands all over me! 

For a moment you thought all that existed was just you and Arthur and his gloved hands that had a strong hold on yours. Your lips had just turned upwards. You were in a state of ignorant bliss. It felt like there was a thin tail that had made its way around your lower calf. You paid no real mind to it though because whatever Arthur was going on about you were into it right? 

Gotta make ‘em jealous everybody

Cause you know we got it 

Chemistry! 

“Here are your tea, dears! Enjoy. I’ll be back in a few with the fresh scones and cake!” The cheerful waitress only momentarily disrupts the daze you were in. You didn’t care though; your mind was on another planet, relaxed by the floral scent of the tea and from the windowsill. You also began to see small orbs of light form around Arthur’s blemish-free face illuminating it like Christmas lights decorating a tree. The orbs all lingered around his ear and you were unaware that he was trying to ask you something until you hear his voice say your name like it was disembodied. 

“Y/N , love, aren't you going to try your tea? You wouldn’t want it to get cold.” He flashes a toothy grin right before he takes a sip of his own cup. He shifts a little in his seat, it was becoming troublesome to keep his hardened cock at bay. 

‘Just a minute or two  more and I’ll be okay.�� 

You agree and momentarily stare at the cherry red porcelain cup that had apples adorn the face of it with a matching red saucer. You saw a pink orb linger on your cup for a few seconds before it playfully wandered away. The smell of lavender wafted off your selected tea, you found it somewhat odd and thought the aroma from the cake just had you mistaken. You simply smiled and let your eyes wander off to a bright pastel corner of the store where the orbs were no longer in your vision. But your awareness was decreasing rapidly. The only thing you were aware of was…

‘Did Arthur always have sharp teeth like that?’ Before the next thing you knew the feeling of the tail became much more real than ever before. The flowers and sunshine had vanished from your vision only to be engulfed by the blackness of hell and the song that played in your head was on full attack now. You could hear it ringing in your ears after new earbuds had been placed there. 

The sensation of the tail playing with your nether regions. It felt good and that was all that mattered to you at that moment. Your mind has been muddled with a plethora of different concoctions to keep you calm. It wasn’t long before you didn’t really remember what happened on the rest of your date, but the next thing you were aware of is that you were on a soft duvet with missing shoes. 

[Male Ending]

His tail wrapped around your clothed member tightly. You let out a gentle moan in surprise. 

“Y/N, this won’t hurt too much, but you will need to behave for your King. Understand love?” 

“Haaa okay, but like where is my tea and like where are we?” 

Arthur’s smirk perks up and he allows his tail to pick up speed and cause greater friction on the fabric and your dick. You bite down on your lip and let out a pleasure groan. Your body simply falls back onto the bed and you try to make sense of where you are but couldn’t. 

“We can also get some for the aftercare Y/N but for now let's have some fun~” He appears from his walk-in closet from the other side of the room. He decked out in his black lingerie . Most of his tall slender form is in place except for his protruding penis that stood straight out from his body. 

He could only hear you giggle. 

“What’s funny my love?” 

“Heh. Everything.” 

“Is that so?” He uses his large wings to glide right next to you lying limp on the bed. He ceased his movements on your member for now as he took a few more moments with the aid of the dimly lit fireplace. He grabbed the jacket off of you and ripped off your button-down shirt. The same went for your pants, leaving only your boxers and socks untouched. 

“Yeah, it feels. Nice.” A blush has made it’s way to your face. ‘Wait, what’s going on am I having some sort of lucid dreaming right now….?’ 

“Oh I know.” He grabs your cock tightly. “But this is about to feel even better.” Arthur licked his lips. You could feel claws now, but it still did not trigger panic within your consciousness at all. Still docile, but growing heat was beginning to bud towards the place that he was massaging, and it won’t be long before it also disappeared from your body. Arthur finally planted a kiss on your lips with a bit of force that knocked you back onto the dark duvet. His tail pulled one of your legs to the side so he could straddle you properly. 

In your vision, it felt like rose thorns forced your legs apart as more pressure to your third head continued to build. You felt as though your body had hit clear day clouds. You felt light touches of fairy wings grace your jawline for a few moments. A bite, however, snapped you from your daydream to bring you back to the present, where Arthur had bitten you. He left a  gash from his sharp teeth. While you hear some incantation of sorts mixed in with him stating your name as if it was….

A searing pain filled to the brim with desire hit you like a boulder that had fallen from the highest mountaintop. You could only let out a confused shriek unaware of if you should be turned on or terrified. The heat continued to swell in your member until Arther wrapped his mouth around your cock, licking up your pre-cum. His head bobbed up and down steadily so that you could become more acclimated to beginning in the underworld and not nearly as spaced out on his potion. The rubbing of his slender but tough hands massaged your calves and the backs of your thighs while his tongue managed to stroke the base of your member. You knew you were reaching your edge. 

“Ahhhh ~” 

Arthur slides his agile tongue along the underside of your cock once more before his mouth releases your dick with an audible *pop*. Seconds before you were about to climax. He swiftly grabs your penis and places his thumb over the tip, with the command: 

“Shout my name.” 

“Augh. What?” Just not getting knocked out of your high. 

“Shout my name, King Arthur ruler of Pride!” 

“kinG Ar… KING Arthur!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you were finally allowed to climax. 

“Heh, that’s a good boy~” Now heres for the hard part. He spreads your legs wide and gives you no time to react to him shoving all of himself into you. Your mind was still blank and ravaged from releasing from Arthur’s harsh grip. All you could do was groan in pain. Your whole body is tense and grasp for the sheets for they were the only things that could stablize your reeling mind. All you could do was rock your hips along with his. The rhythm of Arthur’s cock moved your whole body like a punk song; fast tempo and distorted shifts with your legs in midair. 

“Ugh. nnnn.” Sleep paralysis like grip was all over your body. The only control you has was the use of your hands. Arthur playfully dragged his tongue along your ear and gripped your hair. The King was beginning to edge towards a climax.��

“Just a little more and you’ll be able to rest your head.” He puurs in your ear as he continues his rampage on your nether region. Arthur finally releases himself and rides out his orgasm. 

[The Aftercare part is at the bottom after the Fem Ending]

[Fem! Ending]

You still felt the presence of his tail on you. His now glowing ember orbs were the only things your eyes were able to see. Everything else was lost in a sea of red, orange, or black. Your mind was still adjusting to the new reality without being blindsided by Arthur’s original incantation that lulled you to him. When you felt it slithers closer to your entrance. Your body shifts away about an inch or two, but you did not manage to get far. 

“Oh, my dear that’s really cute. You can’t escape. It’s far too late.” A British voice calls from the warm black mass that called towards you. 

You grunt in response. Wondering where your voice had gone. It must have been pilfered by Satan's spawn that was resting himself on top of you. 

“Looks like my spell really did hinder you more than intended. Oh well, the first night will be easy… I just have to make my claim on you.” You felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. You whimper in response and not much else. You were still unsure about the reality that you were in were you having a lucid dream or was this some kind of nightmare. “I’ll make you feel okay Y/N, poppet.” You felt your clothes burn away leaving you with no other barrier to protect you from his hungry claws. He kisses you on your lips intently and wraps his tail fully around your waist. He’s waited for too long to have you. 

“Nnnn. nnnnn.” You try to move your arms a bit, but they feel just like when you’re trying to wake up from Sleep Paralysis except no matter how hard you moved none of your limbs would listen. You could feel the breath of Arthur’s cruel laugh as he made his way into the crook of your neck. 

“That won’t help. It’s best if you relax, poppet.” Seconds before he bites your right shoulder harshly and creates numerous hickeys all along your collarbone. Your breathing stayed heavy, and you simply let tears roll down your eyes. 

‘Holy shit this is actually real this is actually happening.’

A few minutes into the hickey session Arthur’s dick is poised at your entrance. He’s posied in full demon form in the nude. It was as if he was trying to showcase himself at a stallion show. He scoops you up and brings your legs to the edge of the bed and places them over his shoulders. Arthur bits his lip in excitement and anticipation. His tail wrapped around your tender flesh tighter. You knew by how much pressure was on your abdomen that you’d definitely have marks in the morning. He slams himself in, taking no regard for the pained yelp that left your lips. Your hips had to accommodate the sudden change quickly. 

“nnnAh!nnn.” You were trying to resist. 

Arthur no longer responded to any of your reactions. He was concentrated on continuing his bloodline here in hell. You could feel his nails being to leave long scratches on you. They began to draw small trails of blood; your first markings as the new Queen of Pride. The bed began to squeak loudly against your eardrums as Arthur moved his chiseled abs closer to your stomach closing the distance between the two of you. The lust that was thick in the air was making it harder for you to breathe and get a grip on the new reality you’d been thrown into. You clutched the sheets for it was the only thing you had to safety in that moment. 

Arthur went in deeper and pinned you closer to the bed. Confident that his cock was capable of keeping you in place. A dozen kisses were all across your chest. His hands interconnected with yours.  It felt like fireflies had now nested in those places and began to fly out from your chest. You felt your heart felt it speeding up while trying to calm down. 

‘No, NO!’ 

The bed was beginning shift from the sheer force coming from his hips. His head moved up once more to place one more hickey on your throat. He was savoring the moment. He was seconds away from the edge. His cock was ready to burst. His hands pratically make new gashes in your skin as he put his all into his final thrust. His lava like seed filling you to the brim until the sheets were soaked. 

“Y/N!!!!” He’d reached heaven practically. It took him five minutes or so to ride out his orgasm while you were still and your body did not react. It only felt the copious amount of fluids that were all over and sticky. 

[This is where the Endings Converge] 

“Ahh!” You let out a log elongated moan, your head was spinning and you felt disconnected to your body. You could no longer feel your lower half. It felt like it had disappeared. 

“Good job poppet.” He gently kisses you forehead not minding the sweat that rolled down your face as if you’d just hopped out of a hot shower. He loosened his tail and transformed into a lesser form that only showed his horns and his verdant green emeralds were back and shining brightly. They felt magical and warm like the orbs you’d seen back at the restaurant. 

“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He lifts your body from the bed and takes you to the ornate bathroom that had ornate golden thorns in fields of blood red and velvet black Fritillaria painted on the walls. Pure warm water had been drawn into the dark jade green tub that had been crafted from marbel. “This may sting a bit, poppet. I did leave a lot of marking all over your legs. I’ll make sure to clean and bandage them.” You get low to the water until the immersive warm soapy bath englufs your soul. Arthur clings to you and holds you from behind. 

“Y/N?” Voice low and gruff it gripped your ears and your attention. 

“Yes…?” Not knowing what to expect but not wanting to make him upset. 

“Welcome to the Kingdom of Pride. I’ve chosen you as my new mate and my bride. But the first few nights will be rough for you because I will be filled with almost nothing but sex and I’m not going to be gentle.” 

You were shocked by that statement and you were still trying to come out of your spiked tea and the musical haze that he’d put you in. The consequences of which were just now were beginning to show because it felt like there was a jackhammer bagging at the side of your head. You wince in pain and lower your head. Arthur notices that your muscled tensed and moved toward your head. 

“Are you okay poppet?” 

“My head it feels like someone slammed it to the ground.”

“It’s alright my love. I have a healing spell for that.” He kisses the back of your hand and you could feel his tail brush past your legs again. “I know it’s all a lot but it will be fine. Being a Queen will be easy.”

Arthur will summon his spellbook and find the right incantation. He will fix you right up. He’ll let you rest for the night but you will have a rought morning since it’s the first thing that is on his mind once he become conscious again. This begins your new life as the new (Queen or King) of Pride. 

[wonderdrive14]

Mating Season: Day 2

Shiro is starting to get hungry for something else...😏

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Mating Season

The Beginning

Day 1

[sinful-lanterns]

Harpy Nightingale you say? 👀 Is she connected to witch chief in some way or is she completely separate in the monster au?

(Harpy!Nightingale: lemme smash)

Harpy! Nightingale doesn’t know Witch! Chief at all in this AU, until she joins the expedition team and meets her. I like to think she takes a liking to Chief instantly and decides she wants to be her assistant 🥺

While Nightingale is also devoted to the Researcher and tries to help her out as much as she can, she also wants to help out Chief with her studies in magic. Harpy! Nightingale just wants to help both of you! Harpy! Nightingale is such a cute little birb!

[azereus]

Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz x Gn! Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Pre-established relationship, no pronouns expect for you, and ends kind of abruptly whoops-

@puff0o0 told me to do this ‼️

The relationship started a bit rocky in all honesty. Him being a mershark and thus confined to water made it difficult for him to visit you. And it wasn't like he could live in a pool in your backyard or your shower or bath

But other than that, it was pretty okay all things considered

You'd visit him when you can, have little 'dates' where he'd show you a cool cave he found or some other hidden area

But, if you live on or near a beach, it makes things easier distance wise. Expect to find Gaz on one of the shore rocks waiting for you in the early morning either way

Once you find him, he gives you a gift! Like a cool seashell or maybe a pearl. You most likely have a jar or a drawer filled with the things he brought you due to him bring you gifts every other day

He's anxious giving you things because he fears they might not be good enough please tell him you love the gifts

He's like a dog when it comes to the back of his ears getting scratched. He enjoys the small bit of affection. It normally ends up with him nipping/biting at your hand though ^^"

Actually scratch that. He likes trying to bite or nip at you regardless of what you were doing before hand

But He'll keep apologizing to you if he accidentally clamped down too hard and hurt you!! He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just forgets his own strength sometimes

Tries to make up for it by doubling the gifts until it heals. Which isn't very long all things considered. It's like a cat bite, just larger in size

He once crawled out of the sea just to tackle hug you once he spotted you walking towards him

Think like that one stereotype where the dog owner comes home and the dog runs up to them at the door and tackles them to the ground. That's basically what Gaz did

He has golden retriever boyfriend energy taken literally

I'll probably add more to this if people are interested but this is all I got 😔

[darlingpwease]

cw mating season, hybrids, 'pussy' for lan wangji, mild masohism, hypersexuality

today I'm telling you that, and yet, rabbit!LAN WANGJI regularly faces your mating season and has sex almost 24/7 because your bunny husband is very ensuring and needy and wants often and for a long time and he is a very very very good husband who cares that your needs are fully met, even if it means that his pussy will be destroyed to the same extent

he just looks, you know, on the verge of masochism, where he likes it when you are bossy and command him, telling him how best to please you, and controlling how and when he will do something or move

the type who wants you to be selfish and breed him like it's your first and last time and probably jumps on you 24/7

no, I'm not ashamed to tell the facts

[rwac96]

Prompt

Alpha Male Stud, Summer/Beach Theme, Crossover, Slutty Sex

Characters: Shadow, Tifa

Summary: Shadow has gone to the beach with Tifa to relax. Unfortunately, his heat cycle was happening around this time, and he could barely control it. Once Tifa comes comes out in a revealing sling bikini, he can't control himself and pounces on her. Not knowing this was her plan all along

Meme: Mating Season

Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!--SMACK!!

"Oooh, yes!!" Tifa Lockhart wailed, as she was bent over by the Black Arms-Hedgehog hybrid. "Oooh, don't stop~!!"

The AVALANCHE Brawler's plan went better than she hoped, as she felt Shadow's phallus plunge in and out of her drooling slit. The black-haired beauty wore a revealing sling bikini, while the Ultimate Life Form was going through his heat cycle. Seeing the curvaceous terrorist and his rut being uncontrollable, he let his instincts take the reign. Tifa clutched the towel she laid on top of, her ass raised in the air as her buttocks jiggled and clapped due to the force of his thrusts.

"Oooh, so deep~!!" She slightly turns to the thrusting black & red Mobian, "Aaaahh~!! So wide!!"

Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!--THWACK!!

[opalsiren]

thinking about her (pirate queen rikki chadwick)

[sasanyaustala]

Day 6 - Fantasy AU (Dragons)

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hetalia Mating Season Au: Canada

IT"S MAPLE BOY TIME AHAHHAAHAHA.

The official warning here: THIS IS A SPICE POST!

Enjoy!

:readmore:

You’d been pinned harshly to the wall, Half-nude, with him more than halfway inside of you. Your vision was only accompanied by the light of the cracking fireplace. Your breath hitched, and a few tears escaped your eyelids. Your mind was reeling from the reality whiplash.

 One moment you were fine and at home making maple cookies and some batter fell on your cheek. He playfully licked it off, and in doing so you could catch that familiar glint in his eyes. It wasn’t entirely full of malice; something else stood close to the lustful intent and threatened to come into the foreground. Heat, desire, and tension flooded the air. It blended in with the sweet batter making the musk of the air similar to that of Matthew’s characteristics. 

He pulled out to let his cock trace the outside of your pussy to increase the budding pleasure. Earlier, he’d concocted an aphrodisiac lubricant that was created with some of the tree sap from the sacred dark forest. He’d been daydreaming and dreading this moment. The fear that would inevitably be in your eyes as you realized you’d been dragged to hell.  

What was it about you that made him go wild like this? Normally participating in the mating season was something he avoided in favor of an elongated hibernation. But, that one night when winter's cold hung close, and the sun's warmth hardly lasted until noon. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I know this is jarring for you Maple.” His tone was sincere but stated in an inhuman voice that was deeper, like the depths of an abyss. Your mind was stunned by the entire experience, so you didn’t respond. You simply held your blank gaze just right outside of Matthew’s vision. He knew not to chase your orbs, even if he desperately wanted to so he could read all of the emotions that were flashing across your face. He didn’t dare to for now. He kept a firm grip on your bare hips. 

You did pick up on the hints of sweetness that was in his threatening voice. It held the fresh spa of early spring, brimming with new life. You did let out a squeak when Matthews's nails had sunk into your soft skin a little too deeply. The air was still tense, but you were not going to suffocate in this vacuum-sealed silence forever. 

“Matthew…” You finally bring your eyes to meet his glowing red and violet eyes. They reminded you of marbles. 

He lowers himself down closer to your face, and his arms make their way down to your bare bum as he brings your heat closer to his half-hardened cock. Your heart rate immediately sped up. You could feel the thumps of his heart harmonize with yours. 

‘Is this what it feels like to be alive?’ The flurry of emotions that you felt overwhelmed you. You’d been tossed into a cavernous flaming sea that was glowing with passion, fear, love, and confusion. You began to feel an excessive amount of heat pool to your thighs and vagina. 

You were beginning to slip down from the wooden wall your hoodie that was protecting your breasts got caught on a coat hanger pin. A wild grin makes its way to Matthew’s face. His cock twitched in excitement. His strong thighs which were still partially covered by his black slacks, constricted around your legs. You could practically feel the hormones coursing through his body. 

“You won’t be needing this Y/N.” The audible sounds of cotton and polyester being torn to shreds greeted your ears and rained on your eyes. There was no more protection from the King of Maple Fleau. 

Shock covered your face initially; then it moved into begin to relax somewhat. The aphrodisiac was working its magic on the nerves that were more concerned with what reality you were actually in. 

The sweet maple demon had entranced you. He was taking in your glorious bare form for a few more seconds before his hands were back on your booty as he reeled you in closer to him again. 

Your face was smushed against his blood-red military jacket and you were able to inhale the Oud wood in his cologne. It only helped to intoxicate you more and you subconsciously wrapped your delicate arms around your demon boyfriend. Your hands grazed against his large leather wings while you did so. 

“You look delicious Y/N.” The clear desire saturated his voice. 

You purr out. 

“Oui?” A small smirk arises on your face. 

“Je suis chaud”  His hands squeeze your butt once more before he lifted you into midair. It didn’t take much for him to feel much of his blood rush to his cock. He positions himself at the front of your entrance again. As he forced you down onto his magma-hot girth. Since you were on a stimulant, this only added to your heightened senses. You let out a long gasp that expressed undeniable pleasure and scorching pain. 

“Ahhhhhhh ….nnnngh……umph….Matthew.. Unh.” You wrapped your legs tight around his waist so that you felt more support while being suspended midair, and so you could better take him in. 

Matthew was allowing you to adjust to the size of his cock. You could feel your insides wanting to clench around him. Not yet. You wanted to have some fun. However, when you felt him grow inside of you a little more, your cheeks flushed with red paint. You threw your head back, and your low moan prompted him to continue thrusting. Watching your boobs bounce helplessly as he pounded into your core was a sight for dry eyes. 

Once you finally recovered from his initial thrust and growth, your arms reel you back into Matthew’s torso and neck. It stood out in the sea of confusion you were in, like a well-lit lighthouse. You rested your head on his shoulder as you could feel that he’d fallen into a rhythm while he pounded into you ferociously. He was the same person but also different. 

Matthew inhaled your sweet (favorite flower) lotion. It coaxed him closer to climax as his mind was flooded with nothing but thoughts of you and the life you could have together if you actually accept being his Queen of Maple Fleau. You wouldn’t abandon him like some of the others before. But, still doubt still had clouds that hung low in his heart. 

“Matthew….” You snapped him out of his worry and back to the present, where looking straight into your eyes briefly brought him to snap. 

“Y/N…ahhhhhhhh” He begins to moan as he released himself inside of you and continued to thrust so that he could ride out his orgasm. This process would reset again shortly. His body had missed too many Spring seasons. His hands made definite indents in the sides of your hips that would only get worse and possibly permanent throughout the night. 

When he finished, you gently brought your hands to his face, which had been coated in a thick layer of sweat. You moved some of his golden locks of blonde hair from his face and tucked it behind his ears. Your bright (eye color) shined through the glim lighting. They fired ultraviolet lasers straight into Matthew’s heart. His heart is congested with so many emotions that his brain was unable to think of words to describe the predicament the two of you were in. Only 15 minutes ago the two of you were in your kitchen making Maple cookies to celebrate the oncoming of Spring and the new beginning of you deciding to move in with him after years of dating. This was an unexpected turn of events but not one that took you by total surprise. 

“Do you want to verbalize at least what’s going on, Matthew? I’m not going to be angry….” Knowing he needed more reassurance for him to open up. You’ve realized that prefacing statements in this way gave him the go-ahead to be real with you. You felt his muscles relax and your feet finally touched the ground after 20 minutes of being in mid-air. 

He bites his lower lip and you could see the all too familiar sharper than usual canines he had. His eyes turned back to his bright violets. He maintained his tight grip on you as if you were a wild deer that was trying to escape. He didn’t allow his gaze to meet yours, instead he had a staring match with the soft red rug that was beneath you. 

“Yeah… but it’s hard to eh?” He finally says, as if he’d just been defeated after a war. 

‘This is the end, isn’t it? She won’t accept. She’ll hate me and tell me …..’ 

“I love you, Matthew Williams, but how can you say it’s hard when you’re being fully honest now?” You begin to giggle a little at the absurdity of your current predicament. Fully naked, probably lost the ability to walk for a week, and your boyfriend of 3 years is a literal demon. 

“And there is nothing wrong with what and who you are.” You do your best to try and get him to look at you, but he seemed to be frozen solid by the allure of the carpet. You roll your eyes as a mischievous grin spreads across your face like wildfire. You kiss him on the nose and playfully poke his lips. 

The playful kiss sends cupids arrows to Matthew’s heart. 

Y/N breaks from Matthews's titanium chain-like grip and in doing so immediately falls over due to not being fully capable of walking. 

Just before you fully pummeled to the floor, Matthew’s tail catches you and brings you back to his tight embrace fully facing him. He snickered at your attempt of trying to be playfully sexy. Your willingness to face crazy things never ceased to enamor him. 

“Alright, Y/N I admit it I’m a demon… But not just any demon, a demon King and it’s Spring, which means that it’s mating season for us. We all go up well, most of us go up each year to try and find a human mate that would be willing to become one with us and rule our kingdoms and if said partner is a woman, have our heirs. In the most basic sense. If we don’t like the partner we’ve chosen, we do have to kill them since all have either gone insane with knowing that hell does exist, or they would expose too much of the underworld to humans.” 

Silence floated between the two of you for a few minutes. The crackling of the roaring fire was the only sound that your ears could pick up. It gave you the space to work out the further implications. You were going to ask him if it was possible for you to at least visit the surface world at least once in a while…..

“Y/N?” Your lack of response prompted him to search your bewildered eyes. He gave you a sympathetic smile as you turned your full attention to be on him again. He gave you a gentle peck on your lips. 

“But, I promise I won’t hurt you …. I just….. I know I’ll be gentle… I know it’s a lot to ask …I..” 

You kissed him on the lips simply to stop his ramblings.

“Matthew.” You managed to get him to look at you directly in your profound (eye color). Your hands were once again on the sides of his face. You hoisted yourself onto your tiptoes. You wanted to make sure that he had your full attention.

“It’s okay, I still love you, you know?” The words sound unreal to him and he was waiting for you to yell gotcha! It’s just a prank. He’s on a television show of sorts….But when you keep your stare directly on him with no other surprise to spring upon him he finally noticed that a  few tears clouded his vision.  

“Y/N…” A cracked voice rings out into the dull darkness of his large bedroom. 

You led him in with a gentle kiss and turned up in passionate fervor. 

Matthew could feel himself become extremely excited again as your tongues interlaced. He allowed himself to purely feel with less thought involved. Why would he need to when both he and you were intertwined with love? 

He quickly discarded his slacks, socks, and shoes while you made progress with his coat and stuffy shirt. He ripped it off his black shirt and tossed it to somewhere in the room. At this moment, all that mattered was you. Thunderbolts hit the pit of your stomach as your hearts began to harmonize.  

“Je serai doux.” You loved it when he lost himself and began to speak French. It sounded like a scared incantation only spoken to those who were special. His boner was once again raging and would need release soon. He pinned you to the ground, the fireplace illuminating your features perfectly. You look like a Renaissance painting splayed out for his liking. He drank in the sight of your fully nude form from the tip of your head to your toes. All of you looked magnificent to him. 

‘How becoming of a Queen.’ 

He planted one more long kiss on your luscious lips. He dragged all of the air from your lungs. His boulder-like knees crashed down to the soft red rug between your legs. He forced them apart almost to a 180 angle. The same hot rod feeling from before greeted your entrance except this time it felt a few degrees hotter. Before you could ponder how that was possible, you felt your thighs begin to sweat profusely like the rest of your body. His dick traced the outside of your vagina while he left a few butterfly kisses on top of your forehead like a flower crown of sorts. Claiming you will be less stressed with the full knowledge that things will be alright between the two of you afterward.  

“Je t’aime… Je t’aime….J’taime…” he chanted as he began to kiss your cheeks. His noes briefly grazed, and he kissed you briefly and swiftly moved to your neck. At first he licked your skin smoothly like it was soft-serve ice cream before brutally biting down on your smooth skin the smell of your (favorite flower) lotion intoxicating him like taking in a fresh line of white. As he left hickeys on your neck, his tail whipped around wildly, and his wings trembled immensely. 

“Cela pourrait faire mal….” 

He swiftly inserted the tip of his dick back inside. While he did this, he did his best to be slow so that he wouldn’t injure you. His right hand gathered both of yours and pinned them to the top of your head. He inhaled you as he railed you. (Yes, I’m going with that dumbass rhyming line.. I laughed my ass off writing this line.) He was determined to get you pregnant that night. One of your nipples was sucked on until somewhat raw. His tongue ravenously licked the underside of your other breast and bit down on your nipple harshly. 

“Ah! Mattie!” 

Your cries fell on deaf ears. 

He continued his rampage on your body by using his wings to force your core closer to his dick so he could penetrate you deeper. His girth was becoming distending and filling you to the brim. 

Your body was swelling with heat. Your mind could no longer concentrate on anything. All you could do was feel. You began to feel tiny seeds drop all over your body. 

“Ahhhh!” Matthew had found your sweet spot and began to concentrate all of his efforts on it. 

The jackhammer-like pounding was prominent in the forefront of your consciousness, along with the seeds beginning to sprout. 

“Say my name Maple~” He practically roars out in a harmonious roar. 

“Matthew! Ugh..” You were trying to adjust to his cock, but that was difficult to the size increase stretching you out. “Matthew…” 

“Je’taime…..Je’taime….”He was beginning to reach his climax. His tail wrapped around your waist tightly to prep for the final push. Both his hands and the soon-to-be vegetative seeds constrain you tightly to the floor. 

“Y/N!” He thrust his dick to the very center of your sweet spot and unleashed the pressure in his girth. He let out a loud moan, and his thrust became much more gentle. Seeds pooled upon the red carpet making a small sea. He brought you in for a long kiss as his otherworldly limbs allowed you space. When your lips finally did part, the two of you stared into the depths of each other's souls for a few moments. 

You broke out of the trance with a deep sigh. Simply moving your legs was actually painful with all of the seeds that managed to escape Matthew. There were now seedlings residing in your womb. 

“Let me help you, my sweet maple.” He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the wide white tiled shower. He turns on the hot water and he helps get you clean. The lavender-scented soap added charm to the atmosphere. All of the candles were neatly placed around the windows, sink, and tub. 

“You really did think all of this through.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he gently sits down on the built-in shower chair. The warm water was a welcome feel on your beaten skin. Matthew’s firm hands cleanse you from tonight's fun. 

“I love you Y/N.” 

Thanks for reading! I made this one up on the fly and only followed the first page and a half then I spun this as quickly as I could. Hahah. Apparently, I like to torment myself. I’ll post the written draft tomorrow. 

Translations: 

Oui= Yes 

Je suis chaud(e)= I’m Horny 

Je serai doux= “I’ll be gentle.” 

[darlingpwease]

I need some as yandere omega mo xuanyu is a separate character (poor baby deserve better)

give me your love

♡ unhealthy behaviour, animalistic behaviour, pet names, family making, forced marriage elements, omegaarchy world & manipulative reader if you squint

♡ heavy petting, sex during mating season ('heat', 'rut'), loss of virginity, unprotected sex / breeding, nipples play (g.), fingering implied (g.)

MO XUANYU instantly falls deeply and hard in love — it costs you to be kind and gentle to him, especially if you give him some of your stuff like a handkerchief, smelling of you, taking care of the nervous and anxious omega, who is quite awkward and blushy when you ask him 'is everything okay' after he has been a few minutes stares at you, holding the thing tightly to him. Even when MO XUANYU then disappears, not quite politely, but haltingly and almost nervously, not wanting to embarrass himself even more, legs still do not carry him particularly far from you, while trembling hands are clutching the object you have given.

MO XUANYU is not desperate at all — but when he buries nose in your thing with shame and delight, inhaling, he feels so pathetic and creepy, even if he knows that there is nothing strange in this, many loving alphas and omegas exchange objects with each other– not that he calls you two lovers! After all, you just met, it's too hasty... you need to be together at least a little more... more than a couple of minutes for sure...

... But when you gently smile, taking the thing out of his hands at the next meeting, condescendingly nodding at his chatter and apologies in an attempt to make a better impression than the first meeting, MO XUANYU is sure that you are definitely something heavenly. Amazing.

Incredible.

The way you ask him about his exuberant blush, slight trembling, increased smell and obvious unconscious attempts to snuggle up to you and sniff in a more intimate sense than the usual politeness to understand the emotions of the interlocutor — but at the same time you do not pull away at all, letting omega move nervously, unable to stand still next to you, constantly trying to snuggle up and immediately move away when he understands what he is doing — you can't be even more perfect, reacting as if what he is doing does not cause you any disgust or contempt, although he is clearly much lower than you.

... MO XUANYU tries to flirt timidly while his voice can't stop shaking, trustingly burying himself in your palm like a dumb puppy in search of reciprocity of his feelings, but you gently encourage, nodding, making it clear that you doesn't mind at all, — he is ready to immediately pounce on you and cling to make sure that you sincere and do not show the usual politeness at all, secretly considering him creepy and intrusive. Do you really accept his flirting? Do you like him? Do you think he's a good enough omega for you?

He can't be even more empty-headed and lightheaded at the same time when you carefully put a small gift into his trembling hands, covering it with your palm, peering into rapturously shining eyes and gently purring so that he keeps it if he likes you.

This is a very important thing.

He's going to be a good omega and do that, right?

In response, MO XUANYU can only nod like a dummy, pressing close to heart, passionately convincing that he will risk even his life — 'this is not at all necessary...' — to keep this thing! Anything! He'll take care of it!

... When you use the same thing to explain that this is your fiance, MO XUANYU feels both confused and strange, not understanding what is happening, except that it is very hot and enthusiastic inside, catching what is happening, but not at all understanding how everything came to this while your arm is wrapped around his wrist, asking him for confirmation that he is your fiance — and he cannot disagree, even if does not understand at all what is going on, besides how good you smell and ask him to be your omega, and MO XUANYU has no reason to refuse.

Even if this is not at all how he imagined the development of this relationship.

ωα He's the omega who stays at home and makes nests. Lots of nests. Your clothes are regularly missing, but you just buy more, knowing that it's not just that his nesting instinct is very developed, but also that MO XUANYU is trying to train in an attempt to create a really good nest, since he got married and is now an omega husband!!! He has an alpha spouse!!! And there will be puppies in the future!!! He should be able to make beautiful nests so that his alpha appreciates them highly and wants to give him puppies!!!

And maybe some other omega would try to limit your activity or convince you to stay at home, but he's not like that at all — closer to the type of "kissing the floor you walked on", but you don't let him be so pathetic, even if he regularly tries, wrapping his arms around your waist or shoulders and without uncoupling if you do not need to leave urgently and right now for a very important meeting — in any other case, he will not even think to leave you.

His gentleness and almost submissiveness were also the reasons why you took him as husband — being the head of a sect with no intention of staying at home, raising and protecting puppies, you were extremely interested in someone so starved for affection and care, and the fact that MO XUANYU appeared in your life so timely, immediately letting you know how much of an 'enthusiastic omega type' he was was more than ideal.

... Yes, even though MO XUANYU was also jealous, needy, clingy and never giving up, as if all the aggression in his personality had become an emotional intensity. The fact that he clearly preferred to stay at home, spending days taking care of the housework, while dumping decision-making on you, did not help at all from the moments when MO XUANYU desperately dug into your clothes, begging to be with him in the nest, a beautiful nest that he created just for you, and you can't refuse him, even knowing that you are encouraging your beautiful and gentle omega to resort to such methods to attract attention.

You always have to sacrifice something.

ωα MO XUANYU never sleeps without you — and in general, despite the absence of complaints due to the fear that you may throw him out if he is demanding and the example he had as a child, he always faithfully waits for your return and can sit like this until late at night or in the morning, always waiting for your return, not in being able to fall asleep due to the high level of stress from not having his alpha around. Even if he tries to burrow into the nest and calm himself with your scent, he simply cannot, constantly expecting that you will one day leave him — and this does not disappear over the years, only becomes easier; but at first constantly stands at the door, faithfully waiting for your return, sometimes even dozing right at the threshold, not able to fight drowsiness, but instantly waking up when feels your smell.

You try to help him with this by borrowing your clothes that you wear almost every day so that he can feel your presence if for some reason you have to be away for a long time and cannot take him with you, but this is not too effective, although MO XUANYU is very grateful for your attempts, curling up in a ball on the bed imitating your presence, even if his brain understands perfectly well that this is not the case. Eventually, on your return, you find even more nests, but you don't mind at all, understanding the reason — of course, until he begins to sniff you jealously, looking for the scent of another omega, anxiously clinging, unable to restrain anxiety and nervousness, dragging you inside.

And he needs a lot of hugs and cuddles before he returns to his playfully joyful personality.

ωα His heat is long and intense, although the beginning and ending are very smooth, especially after he started living with you and is surrounded by the smell of his beloved alpha spouse, preparing to have a puppy in the future, which further stimulates his body to convince you to mate with him, attracting an alluring scent while MO XUANYU hides in nest, waiting impatiently, holding his breath as you approach.

He is very nervous and awkward when you touch him for the first time, especially since this is literally your first time, since you moved the wedding night to the day of his estrus — but when you run your fingers over his wet thigh, kissing his ruddy face, feeling how he holds on to you tightly, as if in fear that you will leave him at such an important moment, you can't help but caress him a lot more than he really needs, making him to squirm and fidget, but in response MO XUANYU only gets an imperious 'don't move' while you gently rub the swollen sensitive nipples, leaving marks on his neck and chest.

He is very wet, excited, restless and whining — and loud. Very loud. Not only because of the sounds that he can still keep to himself, but even when you gently caress him, feeling how hot and sensitive his body is, pulsating, then, even if you don't tell him no words, MO XUANYU can't help but cover his face with shame when he hears squelching sounds, but does not find I have the strength to bring my hips together, only breathing heavily and whining, trying to somehow drown them out.

If you had your way, you would just turn his face into a pillow and fill him with yourself until MO XUANYU can't even whine anymore, too sensitive and fucked to stupefaction — and something tells you that you know what's the matter when his smell becomes even thicker and stronger, intoxicating you, while full of lust and adoration the eyes from under the eyelashes are watching closely, more than understanding your reaction to his almost abnormally strong smell.

Perhaps breeding him is the only thing you can really do in your current state, knowing perfectly well what you are doing, but not having the slightest opportunity to stop, looking at your husband, whose condition is by no means better.

Tricky naughty omega.

You really tried to be gentle — but if he wants it, then who are you to deny him?

[terrible-monkie-kid-aus]

The Lego Monkie Kid fandom whenever they bring up demon mating season headcanon’s

Amethyst stalactite 28 cm. Complete all around. Artigas, Uruguay. Inquire for details

[joelsdagger]

‘tis the season || one shot

joel miller x f!reader

nothing new. nothing exciting. just some pwp. major shout out to my very freaky girl @dinandwhiskey, this fic was born due to our 4am conversations about fucking Our Old Man on viagra. and to my fellow ocean unicorn @joeloverture, for the encouragement, always. and to @pedrospatch, for being my eyes, and my biggest cheerleader, you have my heart. anyway – merry christmas eve eve & happy holidays ya filthy animals. may 2025 be ever so kind to you <33

pairing: dbf!joel x reader summary: you’re back in town for christmas, and it’s been months since you’ve seen your boyfriend, joel miller. and he decides to make the most of the brief window of time you have together.  or,  joel fucks you after taking viagra. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ warnings: [no-outbreak au], implied age gap [no mention of ages but reader is in college], secret established long distance relationship [that’s a mouth full] [that’s what she said], drug use, joel miller on viagra is a beast, pet names [baby, darlin’, sweetheart, kiddo], sexualization of the terms kiddo & old man, [mocking] dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, daddy kink, brief mentions of smut that occurs off page [i.e: face-sitting, fingering, anal play, ass eating/rimming, a reach around handjob, f! & m! receiving oral], softdom!joel, unprotected piv, missionary, mating press, overstimulation [rip our girl she’s fighting for her life], dacryphilia, finger sucking, biting, smidge of a pain kink, creampie, squirting, joel fucks you while you’re on the phone with your father, mentions of christmas, (2) christmas puns [author apologizes in advance for said puns], probably [most likely] inaccurate and unrealistic descriptions to the effects of viagra [remember, this is fiction!!], omitting a few tags as to avoid spoilers!!, aaaaand lastly, they’re in love BYE! word count: 3.5k

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“Just one more time, sweetheart.”

You don’t respond, tongue-tied. The agonizingly slow drag of his cock inside you is too much, your mind is a blur. 

Joel’s been fucking you for hours. He’s made you come six times since you practically pranced through his front door. Twice on his face, once on his fingers, and three times on his cock. And now you’re overstimulated — cunt swollen and almost begging for relief — but Joel, driven by your high-pitched moans and strained whimpers, is unable to stop himself, working to make you come just one more fucking time.

It’s thanks to that stupid little blue pill his buddy slipped him that he’d been able to fuck you for this long. 

In truth, he doesn’t need it. He never needs it. He fucks you perfectly fine without it. But you’re home for the holidays, and you haven’t seen him or come successfully on your own since the beginning of the fall term, and Joel wanted to take advantage of that.

Send you back fucked so full o’me you’ll feel me in here for weeks, he’d groaned. 

Your drippy hole stretched out and clamped tight around the thick girth of him. It had been so long, your face contorted at the sharp sting, and a pained hiss escaped through his gritted teeth when he pushed the delicious fat tip of his cock past your puffy folds, splitting you in two. 

The warm walls of your cunt pulse around his shaft, your clit throbs against the wet thatch of thick hairs stippled gray at his base. You’re too sensitive, too tender, cunt stinging with every long stroke, but not in the way it makes you want to use your safe word. 

It’s just that Joel hasn’t let up. Two hours spent making you come and he hasn’t let up once. The only time he had given you some semblance of a break was when he got up, turned around, and sat on your face at your plea — your desire to show him how good he had made you feel all those times before. 

His cock in your hand, weak fist tugging away at his length while you lathed away at the tight little hole in the crease between his ass cheeks. Even then, Joel couldn't help himself; shoved three thick fingers into your puffy pussy — timing the thrust of them to the desperate pumps of your joint fists — jacking his cock in unison while you writhed beneath him, pulling another climax from you. 

Only when his sweaty thighs quivered around your body, chin tilted towards the ceiling and a stream of profanities poured from his lips, his body curling over yours as hot spurts of his cum painted your soft tummy when he felt your finger slipping past his puckered rim to the knuckle, had he given you a break. 

“Attagirl, just like that. Pretty little pussy’s gonna cum all over me. C’mon, baby, give it to me,” Joel’s voice is thick with arousal as he rambles above you, his hips expertly rolling into yours, head of his cock nudging that place incompetent college boys have failed to reach. 

“Joel—fuck—I don’t think I can—” You gasp frantically, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, arms wound tight around him.

He smirks with another deliberate roll of his hips. “Thought you said you could keep up. Isn’t that what you said? “Naw, I reckon you said, Try keeping up, old man, wasn’t that it?”  He mocks, imitating your words from earlier. Fucking bastard. 

A whimpering mess, your eyes pinch shut in response. 

“I can’t—” you croak, fingernails digging into his shoulders. 

Deft hands brush your hair back from your face. “You can. I know you can, baby.”  His voice softer, barely audible through the wet smack of his balls, smeared in the evidence of your earlier release, firmly slapping against the curve of your ass. The sounds obscenely echoing through the quiet of his bedroom. 

You whimper and try fruitlessly to nod. He knows you can, and he’s right. Your hips wouldn’t be grinding up off the mattress to meet his thrusts. You wouldn’t be feeling something roiling low in your belly.

“One more time, baby. Give me one more n’ I’ll let this sore little pussy rest,” he whispers, lips kissing away your salty tears. 

You nod eagerly. His hand reaches up to the headboard, fingers curling around it and locking into place, his other removes one of yours from his shoulder, pins it to the pillow above your head. And with his hand clasping your damp palm, fingers squeezing then interlocking with yours, he fucks you harder. 

The change in pace has tears spilling from your eyes and pooling into the shells of your ears. The wave swells, swells, swells —

Your phone screen lights up the dark room, buzzing on Joel’s nightstand. 

You freeze, neck craning in the direction of the vibration, eyes squinting and damp lashes fluttering at the bright screen, Dad, it reads. 

Shit. 

You gaze back up at Joel, wide-eyed, panic surging in your chest. Joel growls. “Don’t answer.” 

You don’t listen. You know your father, he’ll keep calling until you answer. Without saying another word, your hand comes up to the wooden surface in search of your phone. You take a few deep breaths, trying to quell the anxious heat swirling inside you, unplug your phone from the charger, slide a shaky thumb across the screen, and press the phone to the shell of your ear.

“Hey—” You clear your throat awkwardly, “Hey, Dad,” your voice breathy, tired.

You unstick your body from Joel’s, your free hand presses to his strong chest, a silent effort to halt his movements.

“Kid! I’m sorry to call you this late, but before you left for Eve’s, I forgot to let you know to be home in time for breakfast.” 

Jesus. That could’ve been a text. 

You sit up, scoot back into the pillows, while Joel sits back on his knees, wincing in unison as his cum-drenched cock slips out of your overflowing slit. Almost instantly, you feel a steady stream of his spend trickle out of your opening. He’d already managed to fill you to the brim three times tonight.

You fiddle with your bottom lip. “Breakfast? I thought we were just doing dinner.”

“Well, I thought since you’re only in town for a few days, we could go the whole nine yards. I missed our breakfasts together. I enjoy them, kid,” he says softly. 

Your bleary eyes flick back to Joel. The smug grin that graces his lips and the gleam of something darker in his eyes don’t put you at ease. He’s up to something, as always. 

You grumble, massaging your forehead. “Yeah, sure, Dad. I’ll be home by nine. Listen, I gotta—” 

“Oh! Speakin’ of dinner, I was thinking of inviting Joel over,” your dad says, plainly.  

Your heart stutters. “Joel? W-Why?”

The corner of Joel’s mouth twitches, dark eyes glimmer with mischief. Two heavy hands find your waist, and he’s sliding you back down towards him. Slow and suspicious, one of his hands finds your knee, and presses it flush to the mattress. You both watch as his other hand cups the back of your other knee, pushing it back down to match the other, exposing you to the sex-tainted air. With his eyes transfixed on the slow trickle of his spend, his hand then wraps around the base of his cock, tip lining up with your aching hole. 

There it is. 

“Poor guy has been asking about you, kid.” And Joel glides the head of his cock up and down your puffy seam, collecting your mixed juices on his tip then taps the heavy weight of it on your perked clit twice in quick succession; Joel smirks at the wet smack. You jolt, thighs attempting to clamp shut, his firm grip on your knee tightens, keeping you open for him. 

You pinch your eyes closed and curse under your breath. 

“What was that, honey?” 

Your eyes snap open, and you scramble to recover, “N-nothing, I just–” You clear your throat again. “Sorry. What were you saying, Dad?”

Joel chuckles lowly as he leans forward on top of you, pressing his broad frame in on you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Chest to chest, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis, tacky skin against tacky skin, once again as before. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, and with his mouth at your other ear, his tongue darts out to lick at the salty droplet there before suckling ever so slightly on your flesh, you bite back a moan. 

Your dad, oblivious to your current state, continues, “Oh— Joel’s been asking after you. Think he’s getting sick of your old man if I’m honest. He keeps telling me he misses having you around, always goin’ on about how you’ve grown up right before his eyes…”

He can hear him. You know he can by the feel of the corner of his mouth curling up into a grin, teeth grazing your carotid now. He lifts his head, dark gaze meeting yours while his massive hands cup your tits, caressing, squeezing, kneading, while muttering, Goddamn have you grown up. 

Your cunt flutters around nothing, and you sigh into the phone; your dad doesn’t hear it through his rambling. You don’t register what he’s chatting away about because then, Joel’s nose nuzzles into your neck, traces a line up, up, up until his tongue snakes out and meets the curve of your earlobe. Licks the meat of it into his mouth and takes it between his teeth, your whimper cuts off into a moan when the bite turns sharp.  

His fingers fiddle with your nipples. “Naughty little thing,” Joel taunts, warmth of his breath fanning across the hinge of your jaw, “You liked that?” 

You keen and nod, his hand dips south between your bodies, wrapping around the base of his length, notches the too-wide cockhead at your too-small hole. You turn your head, pressing your mouth to the scruff of his beard, muffling the whine he elicits from you. 

Joel pushes inside, takes a moment, and just to mess with you — he fucks his tip in and out of your drooling hole in small pulses — once, twice, thrice — teasing you, making you moan. He tilts his head, nosing your cheek, breath hot and voice deep, “Listen,” he commands.

Absentmindedly, you tilt your phone away from your ear, away from your dad’s mumblings. You strain your ears to obey him. In and out, in and out. The squelch of your sticky wet reverberates  against the four walls of his bedroom as the blunt head of his cock moves in and out. 

In. And out.  

“Fuck,” you mutter, eyes flitting down to watch his cock impale you. 

Your dad’s voice cuts in through the fog, redrawing your attention.

“Sweetie? You okay? What’s wrong?” 

Your eyes widen. Shit. “I’m–I’m–fine, I– I j-just stubbed my toe. Dad, I really can’t t–” You stammer, and Joel chuckles lowly. 

Your stuttering emboldens him, taking it as an invitation to torture you further, and with his lips against your ear, a breathy moan escapes from his lips as Joel feeds you his cock, slowly working himself back into your spent cunt. So painfully slow that he ensures you feel every ridge and every vein, and in turn, he feels every inch of your warm, velvet walls sucking him in as he eases himself into you. Used cunt clamped tight around him as you welcome him back in — inch by torturous inch. 

He stills once he reaches resistance, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough that you taste copper, suppressing the moan climbing up your chest as his tip knocks your cervix, heavy balls pressed flush to your ass — finally bottoming out inside you.

He ruts into you once, tip bumps your cervix again — goading you, and you gasp in return, fingernails indenting his shoulder, half–moon crescents marking his skin. Beads of sweat roll off his forehead and onto your face, mixing with the warm tears now cascading down your face, and your tongue darts out to taste it. The flavor of him — his sweat, his musk — only feeds the dizzying blur that is your mind. But through the foggy haze and the lewd, wet slap of flesh against flesh, you think you can hear your dad saying, You really need to quit the habit of walking around in the dark, kiddo.

And you think you’re nodding, an endless litany of, yes, yeah–yeah slipping past your lips, as you rush your way through the phone call with your father, uncaring. Only interested in the shifts of Joel’s hips, slowly fucking into you in measured thrusts.

Joel tuts. “Such a dirty fuckin’ girl, gettin’ off while speakin’ to her daddy.” And your grip in his hair tightens, walls tensing in response. “Attagirl, keep squeezin’ me like that. You gonna show me just how naughty you are for me, hm? Gonna let me have it with him on the phone? Gonna cream all over my cock, naughty girl?”

You nod your head numbly, mouth dry and unable to speak with the tip of his cock prodding at the soft spot inside you on every languid stroke, hips swaying back and forth.

The wave begins to crest, and despite your eager nodding at Joel only a second prior, there’s no way in hell you’re really going to come on your boyfriend’s cock — your dad’s best friend — while on the phone with your father. 

Your voice claws its way up your throat, “D-dad, I’m — mmm — sorry I really have to g–”​ You think your thumb presses the red button, but your phone slips from your hand, dropping to the carpet with a muffled thump, and it’s too late to check if you’ve fully hung up on him, and frankly, you’re too consumed by your lover to care. 

Grinning with pride, Joel pulls back, cock halfway out of your pussy and your hands grasp at his shoulders. 

“Joel— f-fuck–please,” you beg, your resolve melting. 

He clicks his tongue. “Na-uh, try again.” 

“D-d-daddy–please,” you whine. 

“D-d-daddy,” he mocks above you. “Say it, pretty girl.” He knows, but he wants to hear you say it. 

“Harder. Please, daddy–I–I wanna come, please, I wanna come,” you mewl, voice all whiny and petulant.

He says nothing. Without pulling out of you, his long fingers wrap around to grip the backs of your knees, pinning your thighs to your chest, knees to your shoulders, feet dangling in the air beside his beautiful head, folding you in half. Then, he moves to plant his feet flat on the mattress, propping himself up, hands on your thighs to steady himself. 

You’re already a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as he fucks in and out of your wasted cunt — it doesn’t take much longer for you to get there. The air fills with sounds of the headboard hammering against the wall and filthy, sloppy sounds of where you two are connected as he bashes into you with arrant primal vigor.

The new angle has him hitting a point inside you, deeper than you ever thought to exist. And still — the wave doesn’t break. With his eyes locked on yours, you know he can tell. He can always tell. He’s made you scream his name enough times since the beginning of your many clandestine meetings last summer to know when you’re teetering on the edge. In need of more. 

And for a moment, you think you can see it in him. Hazel eyes practically glint against the pale moonlight that spills into his bedroom. Joel bares his teeth in a cocky grin, his hand releases one of your thighs to cup your face, thumb parting your plush lips when he says, give it to me, kiddo, soak your old man’s cock. 

Oh fuck. 

Your eyelids flutter shut, your head falling back onto the pillows, hands clutching and pulling at tufts of his grizzled curls. Lips closing around his thumb wedged in your mouth; licking, sucking, biting into his flesh, as the crest finally breaks and washes over you, taking you under the rogue waves.  

But Joel still doesn’t let up. One more time, my ass. 

He’s insatiable. And he shows you just how insatiable he is when his thumb slips from your spit-smeared lips and reaches between your bodies, the pads of his fingers expertly thrum at your sensitive clit.

Your face twinges up at the intense, almost painful pressure as he pinches your clit between his index and middle fingers, hard. The swing of his hips speeds up, cock relentlessly beating your sore cunt. The sight of his girth, disappearing and reappearing as he pounds your pussy at a punishing pace, and his fingers twisting your swollen clit has your belly pulling taut and snapping within the same beat. With a broken shout of his name, you gush around the root of his cock, dripping down his balls. It’s warm and sticky when it seeps down, past your tight ring of muscle, soaking his blue sheets and turning them the shade of charcoal gray. 

Joel coaxes you through your seventh–eighth toe-curling orgasm of the night. An endless stream of sweet nothings spills from him — good girl, that’s it, kiddo. I know, I know, it’s so much, I know – fuck– such a good fuckin’ girl, as he fucks you through it. 

Your sloppy cunt clenches around him, and with his cock choked tight, deep within your bruised walls, he follows soon after. Growls raggedly as he unravels, and his own orgasm rolls through him, decking the hall of your weeping cunt with warm, milky ropes of cum for the fourth time tonight. 

Joel collapses onto your sticky chest, placing open-mouthed kisses to your dampened face — your cheek, your nose, your forehead, while he pumps you full of his seed, abiding by his promise. And when he’s done, his sweaty forehead drops to yours for a moment. The waves now a steady ripple through your body as you come down.

After a moment, he lifts his head, and in retaliation for giving you what was possibly the best fuck of your life while on the phone with your father and nearly exposing your tryst, you bring one of his hands to your face, hollow your cheeks, and suck his thumb while looking up at him with wide and falsely innocent eyes. 

He licks his lips but manages to pry his post-coital eyes away. Instead, his cum-soaked cock slips out of your tired, leaking cunt. When he leans back, you swallow a moan, catching sight of the aftermath of your many arousals in his pubic hair. Graying curls swimming in a pool of your combined releases that drips down his thighs. A thin strand of your shared pearlescent spend shines in the soft moonlight, stretching from his balls to your folds, still connecting the two of you as he pulls away. 

Joel misses it, something else pulls his attention. His gaze shifts to the clock beside your head. A hint of a smirk passes over his lips. 

“You’re lucky it’s Christmas, darlin’,” voice low, dangerous. 

Your head snaps in the same direction. It’s past midnight. You smirk in turn and pull the comforter up to hide it.

You feel him shift over you, elbow popping loudly as he reaches for what he’s looking for before he moves to sit up beside you, back against the headboard. His hand pulls the comforter back down from your face, and you roll over and sit up on your knees to face him. 

His other palm opens, wordlessly presenting you with a single twig of some plant. One with moss green, teardrop–shaped leaves and plump, round berries, waxy and opaque in color.  

Mistletoe.

You take the meat of your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling a laugh that threatens to bubble through you. Because of fucking course he would. 

Though, the soft laugh is short-lived. His broad hand waves the mistletoe over him, but not where it should be. Your gaze follows the movement of his hand, and your mouth falls agape. Your eyes snap back up to Joel’s, and his wicked smirk broadens.

Joel Miller — naked as the day he was born and splayed on top of his messy sheets — dangles the mistletoe over his length, still hard as a rock and stirring in his other hand.

But it doesn’t stop there. 

Beneath the mistletoe rests a lump of bright red and velvety felt; a fluffy white cuff rounds the brim, and a matching fuzzy white bobble hangs at the end of it. 

A Santa hat perched jauntily on his cock.

You shut your mouth and swallow thickly, already feeling that familiar ache at the apex of your thighs, and you clench around emptiness, a stream of his seed dribbling out of your overstuffed cunt and further soiling his bedding. 

“But it ain’t a Merry one till you give Santa's big sack a few kisses.”

[bunnubun]

I have been smitten by the selkie ghoap AU….and i simply couldnt NOT draw something when i saw @would_btw’s art on twitter >v<

Did you know that leopad seals have their own song they sing throughout mating season? A distinct melody Soap sings around Ghost so much that Ghost has started humming the tune subconsciously without realizing Soap is trying to court him^^

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Yes, the America Mating Season Chapter will be out soon.

[p1astr81]

just a prank - op81

in which: Lando has his friends over, and while his roommate is taking a shower, they decide to play a prank on her. Oscar is the one to come to her rescue.

pairing: Oscar Piastri x Lando’s roommate!reader

warnings: uni au, fluff, bullying lowkey, use of y/n, a little objectifying, my first fic so pls don’t be rude

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Y/N just got off work, and she desperately needed a shower.

Wanting to become a physiotherapist, she worked part-time at a private secondary school alongside the athletic trainer to make some money while she studied at uni. She was helping one of the football athletes. He’d sprained his ankle earlier in the season, and she was having him do a few exercises to rebuild his strength in that foot.

Long story short, three boys came in asking for her to tape up their knees. Before she could say anything, one of the boys “tripped” and spilled an entire can of Red Bull down the front of her. The nice football player offered his shirt to her, but she politely declined. She’d remained in the sticky clothes for the rest of the day. And as soon as she got home, she jumped in the shower.

Conveniently, her roommate, Lando Norris, forgot to tell her that he invited a bunch of his friends over. So a quarter of the way through her shower, the shared apartment became filled with boys.

“What is taking her so long? I have to piss,” Keegan complained. Lando just shrugged. “Oh!” Carlos exclaimed, like a lightbulb just went off in his head. “Let’s play a prank on her.” He suggested. “Like turn off the lights?” Max Fewtrell asked. “Or turn off her music.” Ginge grumbled. The pop music was blasting, filling the apartment with the vocals of various pop girls.

“I was thinking more like take her clothes,” Carlos said, a mischievous tone about his voice. Lando laughed. “Just say you want to see my roommate naked, mate.”

Oscar thought they should leave her be, but he wasn’t friends with everyone in the room. Only Lando. And he didn’t want to be labeled as a kill joy, so he stayed silent.

“It’s not just me, I think everyone wants a piece of her.” Carlos defended himself, glancing at the others in the room who hesitantly nodded along—well, except for Oscar. “You’ve got your share already, haven’t you?”

Lando shook his head. “Nope, she sees me as a ‘friend’.” He shared, unamused. The room winced at the fact he’d been friendzoned. Carlos got up from the couch, and headed down the hallway where the bathroom was located.

Y/N heard the door open and groaned. “Lando how many times do I have to tell you, you have to knock before coming in.” You scolded, but instead of the usual sassy response you’d receive, it was silence. The door clicked closed, and you peaked your head out, not noticing anything different immediately.

Carlos emerged from the hallway. “Got the clothes, and the towel.” He held up the items proudly. The group of them cheered. Something inside Oscar’s stomach twisted. These aren’t the people he thought he befriended.

after around fifteen minutes, the shower water turned off, and her music followed quickly after. “Lando!” She shouted but got no reply. So she stuck her head out of the door. “Lando! Give me my stuff back!” She demanded. This time, she was met with laughter. She quickly realized it wasn’t just Lando in the apartment. Panic set in.

Her roommate seeing her without clothes on was one thing. She could live with that embarrassment. He accidentally walked in on her changing once before. But by the sounds of it, there were at least five other people out there. The status of their phones—whether they would be recording or not—was completely unknown to her.

She shut the bathroom door, and began scheming. Her first thought was the shower curtains, but the rust had fused the clips of the cheap hangers together. She could use the hand towel, but that wouldn’t cover much. Toilet paper wasn’t an option, as there was so little left in the roll that it would help just about as much as the hand towel. She was left with pleading.

She stuck her head out the door again. “Lando, come on. Just give me a bath towel at least.” All she heard was laughter. “I’ll buy you take-away for a week.” She tried to bargain. Again, only laughter. She huffed. Knowing most of Lando’s friends were pining after her, she tried to bargain with, “I’ll kiss every one of you if you just give me a towel.” There was no laughter immediately, as if they were actually considering it. It gave her a little bit of hope. But it shattered moments later as they began to laugh again.

Seeing as bargaining didn’t work, she was reduced to begging. “Lando, please.” They only laughed harder, but their laughter was soon replaced with cries of disappointment. “Mate, don’t.” “Come one man don’t be a wet blanket.” “Dude she was gonna have to come out eventually.”

Her saving grace appeared at the end of the hallway, her towel in his hands. While the hallway was dimly lit, the floppy hair on his head couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else. Oscar was always her favorite out of all Lando’s friends.

He stopped in front of her. The bathroom light illuminated his face enough for her to see his small smile. “Thank you so much.” Her words came out with a sigh of gratitude. His smile widened as he nodded, his hair flopping along with his head.

She closed the door on him, and re-emerged seconds later with the towel wrapped about her. “Oscar,” she called to the man who was stood at the end of the hall. He turned to her with a raised brow as she caught up with him. She took his arm, passing the group of booing boys on the way to her bedroom.

She brought Oscar into her room and locked the door behind them. “Oh, no. I didn’t do that to get anything in return.” He quickly said, his eyes wide. He did not want her to feel like she was obligated to give him something.

“Trust me, I know.” She smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite out of all of Lando’s friends. You’re the only polite one.” She shared while digging through her dresser for new pajamas. Carlos was still holding her other ones hostage.

“Oh, uhm, thanks.” He scratched the back of his neck. He was looking everywhere except at her. “Turn around for me.” She requested, and he quickly listened.

His cheeks went red when he heard her towel drop. He wanted to take a peak. Like the other boys, he did think you were very attractive. But unlike the other boys would have, he didn’t try to steal a glance at you. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very good looking?” She asked.

“My grandma called me handsome once.” He shared. Her laughter rang out, the angelic sound floating right to his ears and making his head feel a little lighter. “Funny, good looking, and polite. It’s a wonder you haven’t been locked down yet.” She laughed again.

Oscar didn’t know what to say to that, so he just laughed awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I’m probably making this really weird. I just wanted to thank you.” She apologized, her voice sincere. Oscar shook his head quickly. “It’s not weird, and you don’t need to thank me.” She heard in his voice how nervous he was, and smiled softly at him. “You can turn around now, by the way.” He did, and bit back a laugh at the set of hot-pink pug pajamas she’d put on. “Don’t laugh. They’re all I have clean.” She sighed.

“‘M not laughing.” He stated, though his voice was very clearly on the verge of breaking into hysterics. He couldn’t help it, and after a few seconds let out a little chuckle. “Yeah, alright. You can get back to your friends now. Sorry for keeping you.”

“Eh,” Oscar stammered. “I’m a bit afraid to go back out there, if I’m honest.” He confessed with a nervous glance toward the door. She shrugged. “You could stay here with me. I don’t mind. I was just going to watch a few episodes of Brooklyn 99 before going to sleep.”

He hesitated. “If you truly don’t mind.” She shook her head and scooted over to make room for him in the bed next to her.

Morning arrived, and when Oscar stretched his limbs, he found himself unable to move a great part of the left side of his body. Glancing down to investigate the problem, he found y/n at it’s source. He realized he never left her room last night, and as a result, they fell asleep together.

Slowly, he sunk back into the mattress, doing his best to keep her from waking. She looks inexplicably tranquil beside him. A small smile graced her lips as her head laid on his chest. An arm of hers was draped across his torso, and she had a leg laying cross his, disabling his ability to move them freely. He didn’t mind, though. In fact, he found himself at peace.

Despite his attempt at not disturbing her, she began to stir. She blinked repeatedly, trying to wake herself up. She let out a sigh before lifting her eyelids. She looked up at Oscar through her lashes. “Oh,” she muttered, lazily pulling herself away from him. “Sorry about that.” She apologized. Oscar found her groggy voice somewhat endearing. “I suppose you should get going, then.” She stood, stretching her arms toward the sky.

Oscar nodded. “Only if you let me take you out tonight.” He didn’t know where the confidence came from, and as soon as he got the words out, he began apologizing. “I’m so sorry. I’m not normally- I didn’t mean-“

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” She interrupted his fumbling, smiling warmly at him. “I’ll walk you out.”

On their way out, they passed Lando, who was toasting pop tarts. “Have a fun night?” He asked bitterly.

“Calm down, we didn’t fuck.” She rolled her eyes before adding, “If we did, you definitely would’ve heard.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waved her off. “All the guys aren’t too fond of you now.” He told Oscar, who shrugged. “They’re not the kind of blokes I care to be friends with, anyway.” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Oh!” She hummed, facing Lando. “and you’re going to have to cook your own food tonight. We’re going out.”

Lando rolled his eyes as the toaster popped from behind him.

[sxcretricciardo]

I’m back… pt.2

social media au

part 1 here

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astonmartinf1 another successful weekend for our team! P1 for Alonso and P2 for Y/L/N 💪🏻

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username1 the amount of points they’re getting this season I’m shook

username2 the best decision was to get these two driving together

yourusername let’s partyyyyy

-> fernandoalo_oficial please yes

-> georgerussel63 am I invited?

-> yourusername of course! You’re part of our podium lol p3 great drive tho 😌

-> landonorris is p4 invited?

-> carlossainz55 meet you at the club 🥳

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f1gossip a follower just sent us these photos of some of the f1 drivers partying and having fun at a club after the Aston Martin podium today! It is rumored that McLaren driver Lando Norris was also present and that there was a heated argument between him and Y/N. Waiting for more details 👀

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yourusername me and my besties 👯‍♀️

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georgerussel63 I’m hungover

-> yourusername you need to keep up mate 💅

carlossainz55 party animals

username1 are Y/N and George looking at Lando and gossiping???

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-> username2 they for sure were 🙂‍↔️

username3 I wanna know all the details about the argument 😒

fernandoalo_oficial finally someone that can keep the party alive 😴

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real life

The club was alive with energy, the sound of music and chatter filling the space. The podium celebration was still fresh in your mind, the high of the race, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. After a long, hard-fought race, you had finally made it to the top three, standing on the podium with a huge smile on your face. You had earned it. You had worked so hard for it. Fernando Alonso had finished alongside you, and both of you were now celebrating the victory with close friends and teammates.

As you stood surrounded by Fernando, Carlos Sainz, and George Russell, the four of you were laughing, sharing stories of the race, and enjoying the excitement of the moment. Fernando had his arm draped around your shoulders, a proud smile on his face, his voice full of excitement as he spoke animatedly about the race. Carlos was teasing you both about how you were going to beat him next time, and George was raising a glass to your hard-earned success. Everything felt perfect — until he walked in.

Lando Norris.

The moment your eyes met his, your stomach twisted into a knot. There he was, striding confidently into the club, a slight smile on his face, as if nothing had ever happened. He was still the same Lando you remembered: the boy you once loved, the boy who had shattered your heart.

You immediately tensed, your grip on your drink tightening. Fernando noticed the shift in your demeanor, his brow furrowing in confusion before he glanced over his shoulder to see what you were looking at. His expression immediately hardened, and Carlos and George followed his gaze.

Lando, oblivious to the sudden shift in the atmosphere, walked up to the bar with a casual air, nodding at a few people in the crowd. It wasn’t until he caught sight of you that his smile faltered, though it didn’t disappear entirely.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Lando said, his voice light, as though nothing had ever happened between you two.

You couldn’t help but scoff, your anger rising quickly. Fernando, sensing the tension, took a step back, giving you space, though he kept his eyes on Lando with a wary look. Carlos and George, too, gave the two of you some room, but they didn’t hide their discomfort.

Lando leaned against the bar casually, his eyes flicking over to Fernando. “Looks like it’s been a good day for both of you,” he said, motioning to the celebration around you. “Podium, huh? Congrats.”

You could feel the heat of frustration welling up inside of you, all the old feelings coming back to the surface. How dare he waltz in here like everything was fine, like he hadn’t betrayed you? Like he hadn’t destroyed everything you once believed in.

“Don’t act like you care,” you said coldly, your voice sharp as a knife. “You have a funny way of congratulating someone, Lando.”

Lando blinked, clearly surprised by your hostility. His smile faltered, and he glanced at Fernando and the others, as if searching for something to make this moment less awkward. But you weren’t giving him that luxury.

“Are you serious?” Lando’s voice hardened, his earlier casualness replaced with something darker. “I come in here to show some support, and you act like I just killed your puppy? It’s been years.”

You could feel the anger building up inside you, the emotions from all those years ago surging to the surface. “You don’t get to act like nothing happened,” you shot back, voice tight with fury. “You don’t get to pretend we’re fine. You cheated on me. You humiliated me in front of everyone. And when I got hurt, when I was out for a year, you didn’t even care. You didn’t even apologize.”

Lando’s eyes widened at the intensity of your words, but he quickly recovered, a defensive look crossing his face. “That was a long time ago. You think I don’t regret it? You think I don’t feel like an asshole for how things ended?”

“Oh, so now you regret it?” You laughed bitterly, the sound cutting through the noise of the club. “You should have thought about that before you—”

“Before I what?!” Lando snapped, stepping closer to you now, his voice low and fierce. “Before I made a mistake? You think I don’t know how badly I messed up? But you’ve been holding this over my head for years, and it’s not even about that anymore, is it? It’s about holding onto your grudge.”

You didn’t back down. “I’m not holding a grudge. I’m holding onto the truth. You left me broken, and for what? Because you couldn’t stay faithful? Because you wanted to feel good about yourself while I was dealing with the aftermath of your mistakes?”

Fernando stepped in, placing a hand on Lando’s shoulder, his expression stern, but calm. “This isn’t the place for this,” he said quietly, his voice laced with authority. “We’re here to celebrate a win, not dredge up old wounds.”

Lando looked at Fernando, clearly irritated by his intervention, but he didn’t argue. His eyes moved back to you, and there was a flicker of regret in them. But you didn’t care about the flicker. You cared about the damage he had done.

“You should leave,” you said, your voice colder now. “This is a celebration, not a pity party for you.”

Lando’s jaw tightened. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to lash out again, but instead, he took a deep breath. His eyes briefly met yours — there was a faint trace of apology, but it was clouded by his own pride.

“You’re still angry,” he said quietly, as if finally understanding. “I get it. But I’m not going anywhere.”

“You should,” you shot back, your eyes blazing. “Go anywhere but here.”

The tension between you two hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Fernando gave Lando one final look, his expression hardening before he stepped away from the group, signaling the others to follow him.

Carlos leaned in toward you and whispered, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though the emotion was raw in your chest, and it would take a lot more than a few words to heal that wound. But for now, you were surrounded by the people who truly mattered — the ones who had been there for you when Lando had abandoned you.

The music played on, and for a moment, the weight of the past started to lift as you turned your attention back to your celebration. But Lando’s presence, even from across the room, lingered.

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