#the dark hair just makes his features so idk like clear

[youreyeson1y]

how i think the last skz meeting went:

jyp: okay so jisung just dyed his head blue, felix is back to black and hyunjin just became bald.

jyp: so who's gonna be the blond one now?

skz: ???

jyp: yknow? THE blond? y'all have had a blond for so long, skz feels incomplete without a blond member. so, who's it gonna be?

sunshine twins: well, we just dyed our hair

chan: i'll be wearing a beanie anyway

changbin: i just recovered from the green, i ain't gonna dye my hair for a long time now

minho: but my hair is so long and lucious and healthy now 🥺🥺🥺

jeongin: i had a light colour during ate

seungmin: 😃

jyp: ok...

hyunjin: whatever, i don't even have hair anyway at this point

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 LATE NIGHT DRIVES!

FEATURING: nakahara chuuya

SUMMARY: it's felt like ages since you've last been able to spend time with chuuya with how busy he's been with mafia business. you know he'll make up for it, he always does, but this time, he goes above and beyond even by his standards.

(wordcount: 1k; sfw; fem!reader, not really any other warnings necessary just reckless driving & some hints of sexual undertones at the end but nothing explicit)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: ive actually had this in my notes app for an absurd amount of time idk why i hoarded it for so long

You think that there's nothing more freeing than the feeling of the wind whipping around you and the night sky vast above you as you race down open roads in the countryside west of Yokohama. you laugh wildly, spreading your arms as the speedometer of Nakahara Chuuya's motorcycle continues to edge upward. 

“Oi!” You hear him shout over the wind, “How many times do I have to tell you to hold on?” 

“Relax, Chuuya,” you complain, unable to keep the glee from your voice. “I know you’ve got me. There’s nothing to be worried about.” 

You can hear him scoff loudly, but you know that if you peek over his shoulder you’ll see his pale cheeks tinted pink, as they always are when you proclaim your unwavering trust in him. 

“Just hold on, would you?” he snaps, and you can hear how flustered he is just through his tone, so you smile and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against his back as you lay your cheek on his shoulder blade.

“If you wanted me to hold you so bad, you just had to say so, Chuuya,” you tease, feeling his abdomen tense beneath your touch as he bristles.

“You’re insufferable,” he murmurs. You only kiss the nape of his neck in response.

You'll admit that most people would find it reckless to be in this situation—with the speedometer crossing 150 kp/h and the streets dark and windy, but you swear it’s the safest you’ve felt in a long time. You’ve missed being with Chuuya. You’ve missed the feeling of his body against yours, you’ve missed the faint smell of wine beneath the familiar cologne he always wore, you’ve missed his sharp tongue that only ever lashes at you when you have him scared shitless with your carelessness. But in your defense, you refuse to call it careless because you know Nakahara Chuuya will never let you get hurt. 

That doesn’t stop him from getting anxious about it, though.

You smile to yourself as Chuuya finally slows down, pulling off on an unfamiliar side road leading into the woods. You prop your chin on his shoulder, laying the side of your head against his. 

“Where are you taking me?” you ask. “Finally had enough of me? Gonna kill me and dump my body in some backwoods?” 

“Yep,” he agrees easily, turning his head to the side to press a chaste kiss against your temple. 

You laugh, eyes drawing around the dark countryside before you lift one of your arms up to card your fingers through his hair.

“Quit it,” he mutters, with no heat behind the words. “You tryna make me fall asleep or something?” 

“Not my fault you’re so pretty,” you sigh, nudging your nose against his shoulder again before burying your face in the crook of his neck, basking in his presence as he slowly comes to a stop and turns off his bike.

“C’mon,” he says, “look.”

You lift your head, squinting as you look up in front of where he had come to a stop to see a small, nice cabin in a clearing within the forest. Brows furrowing, you swing your leg over the side of his motorcycle, getting off to take a few steps in the direction of the cabin, confused.

“What is this place?” you ask, turning back to look at Chuuya as he leans against his bike.

He’s watching you with a fond, affectionate expression that has your face hot because you aren’t used to catching him looking at you like that. He’s always quick to school his expression when you look his way, but he doesn’t this time.

“A place for us,” he says quietly, and you don’t know if you want to throw something at him or kiss him, throat closing up as you stare at him, trying to figure out if he's playing with you. “To get away from everything in the city.” 

“… For real?” you ask after a moment of silence, voice a bit more shaky than you intend for it to be. You know that Chuuya isn’t one to make jokes about stuff like this but you still want to be sure.

He raises his eyebrows and then tosses something in your direction. Only barely catching it, your eyes widen when you realize it’s a set of keys. 

“For real,” he agrees.

You think you might cry.

“Hey, why the hell are you crying?” 

You are crying.

Chuuya makes his way over to you quickly, gloved hands coming up to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your tears as his brows furrow in confusion.

“I thought you’d like this.”

“I do,” you say immediately, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as he presses his lips to your forehead.

“Then why the hell are you crying?” he repeats, bemused.

“Because I’m happy, Chuuya,” you say quietly. “Really happy.”

“So you’re crying?” he questions, but then shakes his head, squinting as if to make sure you aren’t lying. Once he’s satisfied, a slow and sensual smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. “What do you say we go christen the bedroom then, yeah?”

You giggle, hand slipping down to intertwine your fingers with his as a giddy feeling spreads through you. As you drag him to the front door the cabin, you toss him a smile over you shoulder and say:

“Just the bedroom, Chuuya?” you tease. "Don't be such a prude."

You let out a shriek when you feel him suddenly grab you by the wrist, pulling you toward him before you can unlock the front door. His hands settle on your hips and you let out a pleased sigh into into his mouth when he presses his lips to yours, walking you backward until your back hits the door.

You feel him smile against your lips as he murmurs, "How about we start right here then, hm?"

[blkluci]

idk if your taking requests but i literally js read your mha boys seeing you fight and fell in love and i was wondering if you could do a part 3 with hawks, dabi, and iida or anyone else you’d like pls

𝒎𝒉𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚/𝒎𝒆𝒏 and you fighting pt.3...

CHARACTERS ) keigo tamaki, toya dabi todoroki, tenya iida.

PLOT ) a headcannon of the boy/men seeing you fight.

A/N ) thankk youuu anon for the request!! glad you've been enjoying it :) sorry it took so long to fill. i'm so happy that everyone is enjoying this series. lmk if y'all want me to do a different fandom! :3 my requests are always open, so don't be shy y'all <33

[ 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 ] hawks is a walking chick magnet—nopunintended. but he's he made that EXTREMELY clear in multiple interviews; he only wants you. so, it makes no sense when his random girl pushes up on him talkin' bout sum‰—"HE'S MINE." she followed you guys around for too long and hawks asked her to politely stop. when she insisted to not leave him alone, you intervened. didn't go to we for her according to him.

... you've been patient enough

... when she twisted her mouth to say something disrespectful you took off

... your fist connected with them nasty thin lips

... keigo's distress signals in his body weren't working properly

... he didn't know whether to pull you off her and cheer

-> "get In the paint!"

... his chants fuel the punches

... the girl tried the cover her face but your hulk hands still found it

-> "LOOK WHAT HAPPEN TO YOU NOW!"

... you was whoppin' her like you had real issue

... kei was really really amused

... but being that you guys were in public, he didn't want trouble for you

-> "okay baby, i think you got enough hits in."

... right before you let go off her bald head, you landed one for good measures on her nose

-> "DON'T LEMME SEE YOU AGAIN!"

... keigo was chuckling as he covered you guys with his wings and snuck away

... in the secluded area he admired your features

… your face was untouched but a bit of dirt on your shirt

-> "you did her real dirty babe."

-> "so?"

... he smirked

-> "she gonna have bruises for a while."

-> "her problem."

... damn

... that's kinda hot to him

... he chuckled

-> "so cruel. i love you."

… you gave a confused concerned face

… he didn’t care. judge him all you want!

… HE AINT ASHAMED

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ] toya hasn’t been with many women in his lifetime. but he’s been with one before you. he’s never mentioned it because he ain’t like her. so randomly, when she decided to take it upon herself and text him to leave you. mind you, he been blocked her on everything. he obviously doesn’t entertain, care nor does he want to or have to energy to deal with her. so he gave you the phone and you told her line it up.

… miss girl was BOLD

… she dropped that address with quickness

… so being an amazing and supportive boyfriend

… he took you to her

… as soon as the car pulled up you called her

-> “come outside, we not gon jump you.”

… dabi chuckled

… he sat on the car hood with his hands in his pants

… he made sure he pull out that phone too

-> “don’t beat her up too bad.”

-> “no promises!”

… shawty buss through the doors and ran up on you

… just to get kicked

… dabi almost fell out on the car

… you was putting beat to ahhhhh bruh

-> “ damn. damn. damn.”

… your hits echoed all down the dark street

-> “betcha won’t try it again!”

… dabi seen you fight before but not with typa anger and adrenaline

… your fist moving like lightning fast to her face

… you damn near pull her head off with how hard gripped her hair

-> “GET UP! GET UP!”

… next thing he know you pick her up like some WWE champion and body slam her

-> “OH!”

-> “DUMMY.”

… he didn’t know what to say but snaked his arm around your shoulder with a smirk

-> “where’d you learn that? how you know how to do that.”

-> “i’ll never tell.”

… he looks at you with a straight face

… them blue eyes damn near glowed in the dark

… like gojo

-> “you always doin’ that.”

-> “i love you too.”

… he rolled his eyes

… now he gotta go beat twice cause he knows he taught you that

[ 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 ] mr. idc-ima-tell really ain’t have no romantic past. he does however have haters. boys and girls but he’s mr. don’t-care! so guess what, he don’t care! but some people really be bold out here. just like this ragamuffin boy that try to fight him. so what’d you do? JUMP THE HELL IN! you like corbin fr. but what makes no sense is why this girl would jump in. yeah she got dealt with.

… iida really didn’t have much time to react he could only swing

… you watched with the boy put his booger hands on your pootie, you wasn’t having it

… you punch the random in the back of his fathead

… iida notice that the weigh was off him

… but then he see it’s you

-> “Y/N!”

… all of a sudden!

… some shawty doo-wop run up

… iida pulled the guy off you and punch him in the jaw

… boy got slumped

… you and the girl tho

… y’all still going!

-> “WHAT YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS!?”

-> “y/n! come on, let her go.”

-> “HELL NO! RUN UP AND STILL BEAT YOU !”

… poor girl was scattering on the floor like a roach

… you was giving her that work!

… twisted every way but sideways

… iida eventually pulled you back

-> “calm down, please. you’ve been her up.”

-> “MAKE SURE SHE DONT TRY IT AGAIN!”

… the girl was limping walking away

-> “she won’t! i’ll make a complaint to aizawa and principal nezu."

… he was livid , but he needed to make sure you were okay

… so he asked if you guys could have the day off

… ofc he was granted permission

… so yall went to eat and chat

Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will hold on to you with my righteous right hand. (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

[devourers-of-god]

Can you do what you hc their specific features to be like? I know we see their features but since it’s cartoonish I wanted to see if u have any hcs for how they look in detail

HI!! this is an amazing ask, ty anon :3

What I think the SF cast would look like irl!

I think this is going to be weirdly specific LOL

Sal

we all know half of sal's face is kinda missing.

idk if this is canon but I think sal would not have a nose, but it would've healed greatly.

I just need to repeat it but sal is not skinny. he is rather chubby and he has a little happy trail.

this man has braces!! his teeth must be a bit fucked.

his hair is fluffy but most of the time messy.

his skin is very hydrated.

i don't think he would have white teeth, and thats perfectly okay!

Larry

this man always has chapped lips, esp during winter.

yellow fingertips are starting, due of his smoking.

he has smooth hair tho, fluffy sometimes! nice to play with.

he has an eyebrow piercing. I just know, he told me ;p

he is tall but not taller than travis.

long fingers, smooth and gentle hands.

has the biggest dark circles you'll ever see.

tall and slim.

he has a very bad posture a feel like lolll

Ashley

long smooth hair. it always smells like its just been washed.

beautiful lips, she applies a tinted chapstick and it suits her lip colour.

pretty nails, most of the time painted.

cute button nose with clear skin.

long and healthy lashes.

her thin eyebrows are always in the perfect shape.

piercings on both ears.

cheeks are pink because of her blush.

her dark circles are always covered.

Travis (ahhhjfckadk...)

he bleaches his hair, we can see his dark brown roots starting.

crooked nose that sometimes bleed out of nowhere (happened to me ok)

he has heterochromia. also has a constant black eye.

long fingers and short nails.

scarred lip.

red eyes from crying a bunch.

beautiful skin.

very skinny and tall.

his lips are never chapped, he is extra careful with that.

smooth hair!! he uses gel I know it.

Todd

the healthiest curly hair you'll ever see.

he has droopy eyes with long lashes.

has acne and freckles all over face.

his checks always have a tinted pink on them.

he bites his nails so they are short and messy.

he's not very tall but has long arms.

smooth hands also, well taken care of.

the best nose type ever!! and its kind of a big nose.

hui I hope you guys liked it, I mostly studied what the all look like and make hcs from there.

my requests are always open! this was very fun to write!

[muffinsin]

hi hello hola bonjour aloha 😵😵😵😵

OKOKOK SOOOOOOO ........ i know this request is weird BUUUUTTTT could u maybe possibly do the dimitrescus being with someone (as in, having an s/o) thats a humanoid arachnid??? If im spelling that correctly? rahhh idk

like, imagine those spider-people with like, agile spider legs on their back, sharp fangs, multiple, red/purple/gray eyes, dark fluffy hair, red/purple/other markings, etc etc. I think it would be funny since theyre literally flies dating a spider .. which eats flies

u can use doctor octavius as reference for the spider leg placement if u didnt understand, or like, angel dust??? Its up to ur interpertation, really, but id prefer if they did have normal human legs .. and features .. since a giant spider with a human head feels unnatural .. giggle, giggle

AS ALWAYS!!! take care!!!!!! Make sure to take breaks inbetween requests!!!!!

WITH MUCH LOVE AND LESBIANISM 😈😈😈😈 (the gayness directed at the dimitrescus .. not u, becauze .. i dunno u .. and thats weird)

-- 🐾🧃, AKA JUNGLE JUICE 👽👽👽

Piece out! (Not peace, i require violence)

Hell yeah!!🙌 Funnily enough, I think there was once talk of an arachnoid reader on this blog, but the idea got lost somewhere. I’m happy to dive back into it now!👀 Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

What started out as a sudden introduction in the forest, soon became more

Back then already, Bela was- unsurprisingly- intrigued by you

After all, your appearance alone is enough to make most double check whether they saw right

And she was certainly no better

Though, at the very least you did the same then, not quite believing you ran into one of the infamous Dimitrescu daughters

During your first interaction, time almost stood still as the two of you inspected one another-

you, standing in place when you ran just moments ago,

Bela, stilled with her sickle held in her hand, as though frozen like a deer in the headlights upon running across you

- it was a cute moment, even, in itself. Both of you, stunned by each other

Where you saw a pair of strong, piercing golden eyes, she saw multiple pairs of eyes

You watched then as she studied them almost, her own flickering across your face

The two eyes at the center of your face, human-looking in every aspect but their colour

A dark grey, she originally thought

In time, she would find and adore the specks of red and purple in them, only found upon closer inspection. But more of that later

Then, more eyes, stretching across the side of your forehead almost

5 of them, some more slit than others, some smaller, some larger

She shivered at the sight, but even you saw the curiosity shimmer within her back then already

It was clear to both of you that neither was mortal. Not entirely so, at least

Where you saw her regal, almost gothic and Victorian dress and the sickle, she spotted torn clothing

A villager, or at the very least that’s what you used to be

Only was your clothing torn and almost webbed shut again, the strings keeping your cloths together so fine they couldn’t possibly be any fabric or wool

While her fingers held the sickle tight, your long ones moved slightly, as if restless

More things were apparent immediately, such as,

Your long, strong legs allowing you to stand tall, nearly the same as Bela

Something unusual, certainly

And then, of course, the other pair

The strong, somewhat thin pair of arms or legs- Bela could never quite tell- sprouting from your back

The fuzzy, dark hair falling down your shoulders and back, a little too untrimmed, a little too wild for even the villagers’ standards

And the strange marks stretching across your bare arms

Neither of you attacked one another, then

In fact, neither of you moved, until the sounds of the angry mob of villagers faded away

You don’t entirely remember most of what happened after, only remember begging her to take you with her

Despite its reputation, you knew working and living at the castle must be better than starving out at the forest

And, holding the same curiosity in her tone, she agreed and took you in

Only were you no mere staff member, dusting this and that

You were Bela’s favorite

And everyone knew

You worked for her only, didn’t take orders from even the head maiden

The two of you spent more and more time together, chatting and sharing bits and pieces of yourselves

Your- nature- certainly made your work more challenging and fun

As such, at times, you would hold onto the walls with the limbs stemming from your back and climb high to the ceiling to dust even the top of the shelves

Often- surprisingly often given how busy she was- Bela opted to join you

Not in cleaning, of course. You’re sure she thinks it’s below her

Instead, she’d often- and still does- swarm halfway, as if sleeping on an invisible mattress in the air

She’d watch you work, talk occasionally

At other times, she’d trace your limbs gently when no words were exchanged

And, unsurprisingly, the ever growing bond and fondness between the two of you leads to something more

While Bela was the first to initiate things, you proudly claimed the first kiss from her

Upon being in a relationship, she found out more about you still

Like the sharp fangs in your mouth, which she loves to trace and feel dig into her skin

She loves the webs you spin, her fingertips occasionally dragging against the light silk

Sometimes, a fly of hers gets stuck

That, she loves less

And still, you always take care of the little insects, ensuring they won’t be trapped in some of the smaller webs you leave

At times, you quite intentionally web her, your spidery silk-like web trapping her arms above her head, her body fondled by the many limbs you possess….

Alas, we’re trailing off, but of course, your nature, body, and abilities are appreciated in all aspects

The bedroom being one of them, too

Though, Bela loves nothing more than cuddling up together, too

Especially when held in your arms, all of them wrapped tightly around her

It’s perfect to her, and often a blanket or two will be thrown in the mix in winter

Once, you suggested wrapping her up in your webs to keep her warm, which she quickly shut down

You learn, she doesn’t like feeling like prey, dislikes the feeling of being stuck like…well, a fly in a web

Speaking of, insects are strictly off the menu for you

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t encourage you to hunt, though

Often, you spin your webs at the forest surrounding the castle, hoping to bring back a catch that might earn you the favor of her younger sisters and mother

At other times, Bela all but swoons when you trap a particularly delicious maid and deliver her to her as a snack

Still, there is one thing that amuses you to no end…

She loved you, wholeheartedly. And she loved your arachnoid nature, too. She loves every bit of you

So you can’t explain to yourself why your partner is so terribly scared of spiders

The small critters truly do a number on her, prompting screams and shrill squeals, shivers and so on

Always, you ensure there are no spiders in the castle. No webs but your own

…Your lovely girlfriend and her sisters, suffering from arachnophobia

The thought always makes you giggle

Cassandra

Looking back, you can hardly believe your luck

Not only did you survive Mother Miranda’s experimenting, the depths of the village, the infamous basement of castle Dimitrescu and its residents, but also wooed one of them

Having Cassandra sleeping soundly on top of you, your limbs wrapped around her, you allow yourself to think of how you first met

Her eyes, a dark golden light in the dark, piercing you the very same day you were sent to the castle basements

And it seems, you awakened curiosity within the sadist

Of course, a being like you would

Something so rare, someone so unique

While you were originally made to be her newest plaything, a failed experiment handed over, Cassandra had no interest in killing you

Not that this stopped her light torture

Though, looking back, you can’t help but giggle. Even then she showed you affection in her twisted ways

Like when she’d stroke a dagger along your limbs, the touch strong and grounding, her breath fast

She has always been so very curious about you

Your eyes are her favorite part of you

She loves how unsettling they look

Sometimes, she whines; she wants to pluck them from you so very badly, to hold and kiss, to preserve and carry with her always

You have learned to understand and love her twisted affection, her rough words and the gentle, almost romantic meaning behind them

While you could easily get lost in her dark golden eyes, the same goes for her and your eyes

Sometimes, she likes to just stare at them when you cuddle, her eyes desperately trying to meet all of yours

It’s an admittedly adorable sight

And even during your first introduction, when she had grabbed your face harshly, she easily got lost in your eyes

While originally chained to the moldy wall of the basement, you’re upgraded fast

You become her obsession, her pet, her favorite horror in the castle

An honor, really

You know when she calls you her horror, it’s the most romantic thing she can express with words

She loves every part of you, too

Early on already she experiments with you, your cooperative nature catching her slightly by surprise

As such, when she lifted and prodded, cut and sniffed and what not, you always took it as an opportunity to talk to her

Early on, you find out more and more of Cassandra

Later, you learn she often rambles mindlessly when utterly absorbed in her experiments, games, and torture

As such, early on already, you listened as she rambled about her sisters and her hunts

Your presence was always a refreshing one, really

Cassandra is bold

As such, when she noticed just that, and how much she had grown to care for “her experiment”, you were moved from the basement

Quickly, your relationship turned from one of a captive and their tormentor to desire

She clearly desired you, her breaths ragged around you, her heart beating fast, her lip bit, her hands touching up on your limbs eagerly

And you had no reason to hide your attraction, in turn

To this day, you like experimenting with her

In a way, it’s allowing her to get to know you more

Often, her experiments mean working out new techniques to spin webs

At other times, she wants to see how precisely you can control the limbs stemming from your back

With a nice routine of spending nearly every day together, it’s no surprise when you eventually made a move on her

One Cassandra eagerly accepted and returned

She isn’t one for terms, and has never been. You’ve never been her prisoner. Never her friend. Never her partner

Always, you are what she feels

You’re her love, her passion, her horror, her excitement, her desire, her sadism

Due to this, there has hardly been a change after you’ve asked her to be your girlfriend. To her, you’ve always been what you are to her

You’re her partner, despite how she doesn’t like naming what you have

Her favorite couple activity is spending quality time together

She loves to hunt together

Her favorite game?

To chase prey into your web

She laughs loudly when it happens, her pupils wide, her hands twitching

If you ate humans and raw meat as she does, she would grant you the first bite, sometimes

As such, she likes to watch you wrap her prey up and carry it home for her

Her second favorite activity is to experiment with you, and do art together

She likes it particularly much when you spin a web and allow her to direct you, the silky threads assuming a shape to her liking

As it comes to experimenting, she finds it particularly fun when the two of you get to chat, one of your limbs holding onto her or handing her tools

The others are usually made to hold down whatever poor soul has caught her eye and is now to die

But really, her bright smile and manic crackle of laughter seems to make all your remaining morals drip away

Other things she loves is to use your webs to create obstacles when she trains

She knows she can’t achieve Daniela’s speed and precision as it comes to flying and the swarm, but likes to practice either way

And you like to help her by putting webs in her way

Only sometimes does she get stuck, growling and grumbling to you and herself when she’s…well…a fly in the spider’s web

Oddly enough, this doesn’t bother her, yet when even the smallest little spider is near her, she freaks out

Usually, that means you get to flick it away, hunting it down and only granted a rest when you present your love with the creature’s body as proof of its passing

You shake your head, smiling fondly at this, before returning to stroking your long fingers through dark hair. Less thick, more combed and cleaner looking, yet nearly matching yours in color

She hums in her sleep. You know, she will awaken soon, ready to hunt or plead with you to please play with the maids with her

It’s so very fun to see them stumble and cry in the webs, she insists

Daniela

To say Daniela was intrigued by you at first sight would be a vast understatement

Obsessed, more like it

Having been dragged to a lord’s meeting after countless experiments done by Mother Miranda, it’s the first and ideal opportunity to meet everyone

Including the stunning woman by the tall lady’s side

Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, you learn

Daniela’s eyes are on you the instant you’re revealed to the lords

Gold with specks of green, piercing and curious, obsessed and eager

They flicker across you, your face and body, until they move back and flicker across your face, seemingly searching for eye contact

Eye contact, which proves difficult with the many sets of eyes you have

Oh, but she immediately gets lost in them

You flinch in surprise when she moves, fast, uncaring of the audience the two of you have

She’s pushed against you in an instant, her hands cupping your cheeks

Her skin is nearly as cold as yours, her palms cool as ice

She studies your eyes intensely

While she finds specks of red and purple, you find light shades of green hidden within the pools of gold of her eyes

Both of you immediately seem to fall in love with the sights presented to you

While you’re introduced as nothing but a failed experiment, Daniela immediately sees more in you

She begs, out loud as though she has no shame-

and maybe she doesn’t

- and she pleads:

“Mother, I must have them, please!”

And, you learn early on, Alcina Dimitrescu seems incapable of denying her youngest any wish she has

And in turn, it seems Mother Miranda has difficulty denying Alcina

As such, you’re handed over promptly, officially made Daniela’s property

She’d scoff at the title. You’re hers, though

You’ll be her best friend! Her love! Her soulmate!

She’s not wrong, at the end

For the first time in your life maybe, you feel free, even as you officially “belong to her”

You receive your own wing, even, though it’s near her own

You’re a little surprised at this, though now know that you’re given the entire wing by Alcina Dimitrescu to ensure no intruders would past the deadly webs and manage to find the precious youngest daughter

You’re quite proud of that, too

You like knowing you’re what stands between Daniela and any potentially dangerous intruders

You like knowing your webs will catch them should they sneak where they shouldn’t be

The only things she asks for are honesty, affection, genuine interest and respect

Things you’re eager to give her

In return, you receive time and space, love and affection, honesty and eagerness, care and happiness

While the two of you seem to start out as friends, more builds up between you fast

Daniela, bold as she is, is the first to initiate things, to steal looks and kisses, lingering touches and more

You eagerly give in, and the two of you become impossibly close

As such, you often sleep with her curled in your arms, your arms and legs wrapped around her, your limbs keeping her pressed close to you

She loves cuddling, loves holding your hands while your other limbs are wrapped around her

At other times, she likes to fight for fun with you

It’s a game to her, to evade your webs and limbs, to tackle them only to be smacked away by one of the long, strong limbs stemming from your back

Sometimes- usually- she wins

At other times, she ends up webbed by you, giggling when you make use of the opportunity to place small kisses all over her face

When she hunts on her own, she often takes you with her

She likes to race you, seemingly ignoring that your strength is not your speed, but the tactics and strategic placement of your webs

In the end, she likes to compare who captured the most prey

Often, it’s you, due to the many small animals getting lost in the webs

Though, she usually claims the larger and faster victims

Afterwards, she likes to indulge in snacks with you, often stroking along one of your limbs absently

When you’re spinning your webs, she likes to stay close and watch, occasionally freaking out when bits of her get stuck

She’s whining and snarling then, unable to free herself until you cut the webs loose and tug them from her

Despite liking your webs and being in your arms, Daniela doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being stuck in your webs

Too often has she lost herself as a fly in some spider’s web…

[greml1nb0i]

I'm fearing the day when human alastor design on screen as I feel like it's gonna really make the show seem very racist as they where willing to change niffty demon design from yellow to a pale pink. But wouldn't change alaster skin nor hair. Like I understand because people are used to the design, but on the other hand, viv probably should have just made alastor not use voodoo and just literally anything else

Omg yes, 2 points to be made here.

ISTG Viv only gave Alastor the "he's half creole" label as an excuse to not draw black features on him, while yes it is true not all creole men are dark skinned, they're still black and have black features, so Viv' excuse is thrown right out of the water, then and there.

For example:

Vs

you see how the melanin is still there even though these are all different images of light and dark skinned creole men, they still have their features that make them creole men. Alastor doesnt have that. All he has is dark skin in his human design and that's it, there's no other black features.

Also idk where she's getting this idea that Alastor would even be allowed his own radio show, especially in the 1940s-50s. He would've had the worst time just trying to get people to take him seriously. Black owned businesses were a thing back then, however it was so difficult because of the racism, that for him to be able to do it all without any sort of mention of discrimination or a hassle is telling me Viv doesnt think that hard about these time periods.

Viv is [imo most def] racists.

Point 2.

I am pagan, i was raised into it. So you can probably understand why a lot of people, not just those who actually practice spiritual/occult practices, closed or otherwise, get real fucking pissed whenever its used for "ooo evil, scarwy, oh no satan aaaa" type bullshit. Its 2024 people dont do this type of shit anymore for horror or evil characters unless theres a literal reason.

for example:

American Horror Story S3 The Coven, uses allusions to paganism, witchcraft, wicca and voodoo, BUT even though it's used in a horror show, the use of the occult practices is used for both morally good and bad reasons, cuz just like nature there is no good without bad and vice versa. This is made especially clear with the character, embodying the real life Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau. Character Marie uses her practice for both good and morally bad things.

SPOILERS: She was responsible for giving Delphine LaLaurie an immortality elixir before murdering the LaLaurie family and burying Delphine alive. Then, Marie imprisons Delphine and hacks off her hand. For those who don't know, Marie is literally punishing Delphine for her actions towards others, [she's racist, watch the season if you really want to know her story and what all she did.]

Regardless of the moral implication, Marie used her practice for, what she considered to be, justice. She has a motive. Regardless of how some people may feel about AHS now, you cant deny at least they did their research.

However for Viv, Alastor's voodoo powers are strictly used for evil and there's no real reason given as to why he chose voodoo or even practices it.

Voodoo itself is a closed practice, for a reason. It also isn't something to make light of. How is it Viv can make a show that supposedly critiquing Christianity but she uses pagan and voodoo practices as stand ins for evil magic?? you are just perpetuating a stereotype that CHRISTIANS came up with. That the Occult/Spirituality is inherently evil.

& If Viv says "its cuz he's black and so he can," im going to actually scream.

Small correction: Alastor died in the 1930s so that makes his radio show an impossible achievement. Also the first black man to get a radio show host was in the mid 1940s. Alastor wouldn't have even had a chance.

Thank you to @bump-inthe-night for giving me the correct information, so to correct myself.

[frostbitten-writer]

The Black Pearl of the Sea

Pairing: BDAS!Hobie x sea guardian/ mermaid R

(R is a bit heartbroken at the end, but you don’t need to know about it for now tehe 🤭)

Authors note and trigger warnings:

It’s not really a pairing but it kinda is, idk. There are implications that they were together but you can call it all you want. A bit of the fall reference at the end, but 🤫.

I wouldn’t say that there are any triggers, besides a little suggestive comment, but if there are, please let me know so I can write it up!

Description of R as in clothes. (But again, if there is something more, let me know!)

Credits to @the-kr8tor and @the-shroom-garden for the banner and story! Go and read BDAS by @the-kr8tor!

Word count: 3,4k

The Black Pearl of the Sea

 

The sound of water crashing against the ship filled the ears of the young captain, who was standing at the front of the Buccaneers flagship. The sun was already setting, casting a bright orange hue to the sky. 

Hobie was looking at the endless sea, lost in his thoughts before he squinted his eyes and saw a black dot in the water, “Oi! Wait a minute, Pav, what’s that?” He called out to the boy who was sitting in the crows nest, snatching him out of his daydreams and enjoyment of the warm breeze. He reluctantly took his spyglass and his gaze roamed through the waves, before fixating on a spot. "Errm..” he called out, “looks like a normal cave, nothing special, cap’n!” Hobie looked up to the crows nest, the wind blowing through his hair. “Aight! We’ll spend the night there, maybe we’ll find something interesting. Who knows!” 

 

-

 

The crew started to fuss around, getting ready to enter the cave. The walls were thick and covered with a moist layer of moss and sea salt, the smell of sea water becoming more intense. As the sails were put down and they slowly entered the cavern, the dark hollow place started to glow in a vibrant biofluorescent blue, illuminating the mysterious depths and earning a few sounds of awe from the crew. 

“Let the anchor fall!” Hobie’s authoritative voice echoed through the place, gaining cheers from the group as the loud splash of the anchor filled their ears. The cheers were quickly replaced with the roaring metallic sound of the chain moving, before hitting the depths with the last joyful sound. 

As soon as the ship was secured,the sound of soles hitting the ground mixed with laughter filled the place, a chorus of talking and banter.

 

With a curious and checking gaze, Hobie made sure that everything was fine, since he couldn’t just trust and believe that his crew mates wouldn’t mess something up.  He watched them laugh, play and roughhouse with each other, only Gwen sitting on a rock and silently judging them, even though she couldn’t help the smile on her face. “Fix some food,” he calls out and shoos them with his hand  “maybe start a fire or somethin’. I’ll look around the place.” 

 

-

 

Walking around for a couple minutes, Hobie got more and more stunned by the massiveness of the place. The fact that it was almost as big as the whole revenge, was frightening and pleasing at the same time. After some more minutes he stumbled upon a beautiful pond, with the rays of the moonlight shining from above the ceiling and a strong waterfall creating a magnificent and yet frightening wall. He walked closer to the water, his warm breath evaporating from the coldness. The crystal clear water created a reflection, making Hobie look at his own features and his disheveled hair, topped with his hat. He crouched down, his belt slightly clicking and making sounds as he was bending to let his hand sink in the icy water, getting himself ready to drink from the water source.

 

“What are you doing?” A voice of a young woman thundered, making Hobie forget about his need to drink and look up to the voice with widened eyes.

 

 

“Who are you?” Hobie manages to whisper, his gaze lingering on your face and then to the dress you wore. You were standing powerfully beside the waterfall, your hair loose and shiny, illuminated by the moon. Your dress looked almost like the deep and dark water, the ruffles flowing down like never ending waves. 

“Very impolite to answer a question with a question.”

You look at him with a judging eye, observing his pirate attire and looking up and down at him. “I am the guardian of this cave, and the sea in general. Now you. What do you need here and what did you come for?”

“The guardian of the what? The sea? Very unlikely, with you being so thin and boney… you sure you didn’t hit your head, sweetheart?” He regained himself and mocked with a mischievous grin, standing up straight and looking down at you.

 

“I can make your ship and your crew vanish from this place in a mere second, the only thing that will remain are the memories of the pirates and the mighty Revenge, that so badly wanted to rebel against the Royal Navy… Would be a shame, don’t you think?” You spoke with a serene voice, yet the waterfall started to intensify by seconds, the water level started to rise and almost reached Hobie’s feet.

He took a step back, his eyes finding your face again. “A shame indeed.” He spoke with a calm and yet cautious voice, placing his hand on the blunderbuss that was fastened to his belt.

You walked over to him, your feet splashing the water just slightly, and yet you wouldn’t fully sink in the deep sweet water.

You stopped just in front of him, resting your hands on the edge of the ground he was standing on. He didn’t move away as you looked up at him, but he looked more like he was intrigued by what would happen.

“Why are you here..?” You asked again, your voice quieter and gentler, sounding like a whisper.

“Dunno, just wanted to look at what was in the cave.. and I’m glad I did.. it’s not everyday you find such a pearl in a pond… I thought you were just a children’s tale..” His voice was soft and quiet, as if almost in awe.

“ I‘m not a pearl, but I heard people talk about me that way.. you truly are amazing and yet so childish. The pearl of the sea? Really? You didn’t find another way to describe the most powerful creature?” You scoffed, and yet the captain didn’t take your scolding seriously.

“I think it’s pretty suitable, you do look like a pearl.  Your hair so shiny.. your fingers so delicate and slender, your dress all see-through and so.. watery.. “

He spoke with amusement, his gaze lingering on whatever he was just talking about.

“You people are absolutely shameless!” You exclaimed, splashing some water in his face. 

“Oi! No need to become rude! It’s a compliment!” He laughed and wiped away the water.

“It’s not a compliment! How dare you say so!”

“Alright! Alright! I admit defeat, so then, tell me, pearly… would you be so kind and polite to let us, mortals, stay here for a night?” He put a hand over his heart, even though a mischievous smirk played on his face. 

“Fine. I’ll let you stay just for the night, but don’t you dare say anything about me or this cave..” 

“Fine, fine.. no telling.. got it. Ain’t no snitch.” He snickered and took a few steps back, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he made his way to his crew, leaving you alone in your pond.

 

-

 

After a warm dinner with the crew and some jokes and banter, everyone went to hit the hay, saying their good nights and thank yous for the food. Hobie was the last to re-enter the ship, his laughter quieting down from the playful interactions with his fellow pirates. As he was about to close the door to the captain's quarters, he heard a melodious voice, echoing through the thick and moist walls. The sound was like a lullaby, soft and calm and yet Hobie never felt more awake. At first, he couldn’t bring himself to move, his hand glued to the door handle as he just blankly looked into nothing and listened to the song. 

Was he hallucinating? Did the others hear it as well? He didn’t know, and yet there was only one way to find out.

 

He quickly made his way out of the ship, not even bothering to properly take the stairs. He knew that he would probably get scolded by his crew, knowing how important sleep was for them.

He quietly wandered around the location, cursing the big, almost labyrinth like paths under his breath. 

He could guarantee that he heard the voice from everywhere, and he would slowly get more and more irritated by the fact that he couldn’t cooperate with his ears. He felt like the damn mystery was crucially laughing at him for being so foolish.

 

He was stumbling through a small path, almost stooping down in order not to hit his head against the harsh surface.

He almost missed a turn, blindly taking some steps back to make it through the narrow gap. At this point, he really thanked his lean body, because if he were built like Finn, he would have needed to find another way to get through.

 

The place got lighter and lighter, the turquoise light glowing and guiding him. He was sure that he was nearing water,  didn’t know why but his gut was telling him so because of the smell and moisture.

And his intuition was right for once, as he walked further. 

He didn’t even know why he was so desperate to find the source of the song, but maybe he just knew that he wouldn’t sleep through the night listening to the singing. Or maybe the sound was just too alluring…

 

Walking through the cold place, he found a small waterfall in the middle of a different lagoon, not the one that he saw before. Large boulders and corals were scattered in the water, probably from the ceiling.

 And in the middle of it, he saw a silhouette…

 

You were just calmly combing your hair and sitting on one of the rocks, the strands shining in a white if not silver light. You didn’t notice his presence at first but when you did, you stopped what you were doing and looked at Hobie whose jaw dropped. 

“Why are you even singing at such an inhumane time?!” He exclaimed and threw his hands up, still baffled by meeting you again. You could see how tired he is, just by seeing his eyebags alone.

“Am I not allowed?” You asked, putting your comb to the side.

“I mean- you are allowed, but it’s rude to sing while you have guests and stuff!”  

He tried to come up with an argument or excuse, but seriously, why was he so bothered? It’s not the first time he engaged in a conversation with a siren or merfolk, since he did steal some things from the underwater world.

“You people are seriously so sensitive?” You asked with a slightly shocked expression, “I mean, I thought you were cruel with wars and guns, but never in my lifetime have I seen such thing. A pirate bothered by some peaceful singing…” 

“I’m not bothered..! I just have a journey to continue and I need to rest and other rubbish..” He murmured, almost pouting like a little child who was proven wrong.

You watched him get visibly more irritated and desperate, so you decided to let it be.

“Fine, I’ll stop.” You responded with furrowed brows, your forehead slightly creasing in the middle as you stood up from the stone you were just sitting on.

“Thank you..” Hobie huffed and watched you disappear into the water, the water creating gentle waves as you swam further down.

 

…

 

“Erm, so how do I get out..?”

 

-

 

With a quiet groan he was awoken from his sleep, forced to move from his disheveled bed. He’s not even sure how much sleep he got, but he was sure that after his encounter with you, it was near impossible to sleep or even close his eyes. 

 

After quickly dressing in his usual clothes and brushing his teeth, he swiftly opened the door where everyone was already waiting for breakfast. He sat down on his usual spot, his usual stoic face expression replaced with a scowl.

 

“Didn’t get much sleep, eh, cap’n?” 

Hobie didn’t even register who said that little comment, but he was quick to groan and rub his temples. 

“No.. bloody voice kept me awake..”

“What voice?” Gwen asked, slightly confused and concerned. 

“Yeah, well, y’know. The voice that was at night, you didn’t hear it?” Hobie looked over to the group that was seated at the table, hoping to find some support in their faces. 

But unfortunately he saw them only subtly shake their heads or murmur something like ‘no’. 

“Y’know, it happens… sometimes you just can’t catch any sleep…” Pavitr tried to soothe Hobie’s distress but Hobie quickly shot him a glare and stood up from his place, the chair falling back due to the force.

“I’m not a bloody schizophrenic! I know what I heard and you don’t get a say in it!” He retorted, his brows furrowed. “Thanks for the perfect breakfast.. Hurry up, we’re leaving immediately after..” With heavy stomps he left the room, probably going to look for a new place or new people to kindly ask to lend some stuff, (in reality, he’s just looking for castles and rich hypocrites to rob). 

The crew was still sitting at the table, looking at the shut door with round eyes, the sound of the slam still buzzing in their heads.

Pavitr slumped into his seat next to Gwen, looking at his food with certain confusion.

“Was it my fault..?” He asked gently, murmuring the words to only let Gwen hear them. 

“No.. it’s not. Just a bad day I guess. He'll be fine..” She responded, even though she herself was concerned and unsure of her words. 

 

What if it’s not gonna be alright..?

 

“So, like, technically and hypothetically… can I eat cap’ns portion..?”

 

“Do you want to swim behind the Revenge?”

 

“Alright! Just a question!”

 

-

 

Soles were thumping the wooden floor.

Sails were swiftly opened.

This could only signify one thing. The Revenge was finally taking off. 

Hobie was kinda relieved by the news, it’s not that he wanted to stay in this place either way.

The anticipation was in the air, and even though the pirates grew up doing those things, the happiness was visible every single time they took off.  It was kind of a reminder that they’re still moving. Still a thing. Still some hope that they have to maintain.

Hobie was again checking outside of the ship for any left supplies, since he knew that the crew could be reckless. 

For example Pavitr once forgot his spyglass, and Hobie had to steal a new one, risking his freedom and almost getting caught.

 

Looking behind stones and seaweed, Hobie was checking everything he could check.

“Leaving so soon?” You asked, a playful smile on your lips.

He was slightly startled by your arrival, but he couldn’t afford giving you the upper hand again.

“Yes, thank you for letting us stay.” He murmured, not quite acknowledging your presence. 

“Why so bitter?” 

“Why so excited all of a sudden?” He grumbled, finally meeting your eyes, his gray eyes looking like clouds before a storm.

You were taken aback, not expecting such a reaction from him. “..hey, c'mon. I didn’t mean it in a mean way.. y’know, I thought it was just mindless banter. Isn’t it what you pirates always do..?” You spoke gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

He sighed in frustration, even though he tried to keep himself together.

“It’s fine. Just.. tired.”

“ Why? Not excited for the upcoming trip?” You spoke lightheartedly, trying to ease his mood.

“Erm, I guess I am excited..” 

“Well see? No need to be sad, new places to see, new people to meet…” Your voice was getting quieter, as if sorrow was getting the better of you. 

“I would have loved to go somewhere..” you whispered and took your hand off his shoulder, clasping them together to your lap.

“Why not travel? Why not see new places? New caves?” He spoke, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. 

“…”

“I traveled enough in my lifetime.” You responded, your answer lacking the same enthusiasm, but replaced with bitterness and coldness. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Exactly what I said. I traveled and lost enough stuff. I thought I didn’t have anything more to lose, and yet oblivion always proves wrong.” His eyes looked into yours intently, seeing the sudden change in your mood. And as if on cue he heard a lighting roar outside, the wind blowing and the waves getting louder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your journey. It’s better you go..” He couldn’t even bring himself to argue, that you started to walk away, leaving him standing alone. 

 

“Oi! Cap’n! Are you coming or are you staying here till yer ol’ and wise?” Yuri called out from a distance, an amused grin on her face as she stood next to the canons. 

“Yeah..” he looked in the direction that you went, putting his hat on, “we’re leaving.”

 

-

 

The calls of the department were loud and then backed up with laughter and cackles. Bells rang here and there, all while Hobie stood and looked to the destination ahead. 

“Sails!” He called out to the group of people who were responsible for their part. 

“Sails are ready!”

“Everything good?” He yelled to the whole group, his face having his usual smirk. 

“Then lift the anchor!” 

 

Some feet away you were quietly looking at the scene unfold, hiding behind a stone. You promised yourself not to get emotional, but how could you not when you felt the memories flood back again? 

The ship was sailing offshore, with the crew awaiting a new adventure.

 

-

 

The ship was again at its fastest speed, hitting against the waves with such force that the salt water would splash up. Pavitr was standing and looking down to the water, arms crossed as he leaned on the railing. That’s when he felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulder, shoving him to the person's side. 

“Why such a long face, eh?” Hobie teased, his crooked grin adoring his features. 

“No just..-“ 

“Listen, I’m sorry I snapped at ya, didn’t mean to. I know it was trashy from me but I’m sorry, judge me.” He spoke, one hand stuffed in his pockets. 

“And you know how I can be when-“ he pulled his hand out and heard something fall out of his pocket and roll against the wooden floor, almost rolling off the ship but Pavitr stopped it on time with his foot. He kneeled down and picked the mystery object up, holding it in his palm. 

“It’s.. a pearl..” He said, his voice confused and uncertain. 

“Eh? A pearl? How did that one end up in my pocket?” Hobie murmured, picking it up from Pavi’s hand and holding it in his. 

“I don’t remember snatching one..” he muttered,  idly throwing it up and catching it back, watching it fly for a couple of seconds. 

“Eh, dunno. Must be some kind of old thing I stole.” He shrugged, stuffing it back into his jacket before looking at Pavitr with his signature grin.

“So, we back to alright?” He asked, squeezing his shoulder. 

“Yeah, we are..” Pavitr giggled quietly and looked up at him. 

Hobie’s grin widened, if that’s even possible. But I guess it is. 

“See? No need to be so sad and sappy, seriously. You’re such a sap..” Hobie teased, receiving a playful hit from his friend. 

“Shut it!”

“You’re gonna tell me about shutting up? Who is the one yapping all the time while drinking chai tea?” 

“It’s not chai tea! How often do I need to say that!” 

The giggles and warm smiles were shared, the teasing and sarcasm so familiar. So loving… so happy and sweet…

 

~

 

 

 

Oh how tragic…

 Oh how sad…

The poor little mermaid heartbroken again…

Why can’t you just get used to it?

 Admit the truth…

You don’t know him…

The one you loved is gone…

You lost him…

 And he didn’t even know it!

Know it that you loved him!

So foolish and selfish you were to say the three words!

 But you only figured it out when you lost him…And now you’re cursed.

Destined to see him every thousand years, destined to see him.

So close yet so far away…

 Forced to stay where you are, not supposed to run into his arms like you used to…

And the pearls just continue to roll down your cheeks…

Little, beautiful black tears of sorrow…

How many pearls have you cried now?

 Thousand? More? You lost count…

And now they are somewhere all around the world…

 Considered as beauty and grace…

And yet, you’re here, helpless and in distress…

Always in love,

never the lover.

[kryptonitejelly]

kiss me? james potter x reader

idk ok this just wrote itself, i am not even sure its presentable but hey, its a process, right?

-

“James,” you find your gaze darting constantly between the warm hazel pools that are just inches away from yours, and pair of soft, pink lips that you can just almost feel against your own.

“Yes dove,” he says, states - not so much a question as it just a line. His hands are extended on either side of you, his palms flat against the edge of the table behind you, caging you in. You’ve had some to drink and so has James, but while you are slightly warm on the inside, fingers tingling with a light, alcohol induced buzz, you aren’t drunk. A search of James’ eyes reveal that neither is he.

“What are you doing?” You find yourself asking. In any other circumstance with any other person, you would have known, been able to hazard a guess, but this was James - your childhood best friend of years.

Your question brings a slight quirk onto his lips, a gentle amusement on clear display in his features.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asks, laughter tinging his words. He shifts, the space between you both now barely a gap. James’ words are soft, smooth, curling around your ears like a rich honey. His movement makes a tendril of hair fall loose, a dark brown curl falling across his forehead.

“We’re friends,” you fumble out, words unsure, careless, halting, a stark contrast to the natural movement of your hand, reaching up, fingers brushing his loose curl back. He allows you, before turning his head to brush his lips against your wrist. His lips are soft against your skin, but the action sends a jolt of electricity up your arm.

“Jaime,” your voice is a croaked whisper - your feelings a jumbled pile thumping in your heart. It sure as hell isn’t the first time your skin had felt James’ lips on you. He had a penchant for being touchy which tended to include lips on your cheek and forehead, but this, this - the pressure of his lips pressing firmly on your pulse point was something new.

You drop your hand, limb going limp in shock, but James catches it in a swift motion, his palm engulfing the back of your hand, folding it easily into his.

“Kiss me?” He asks, and the absurdity of it makes you laugh, body shaking, expression cracking straight into a wide smile. It was typical James behaviour, making the move, cornering you in so boldly, confidently, almost arrogant, only for the entire interaction to be rounded off by a question, out of the blue.

“Kiss you,” you gasp, mind diverted, only able to focus on classically ridiculous the whole situation is. Your amusement distracts you enough for James to manoeuvre both your bodies, pulling you tight against him, your body still shaking in amusement against his.

“This is mildly insulting,” he murmurs, all while the corners of his eyes dance with an amusement that mirrors yours.

“You just asked me to kiss you like it was the most normal question in the world,” you gasp, looking at James, both keenly aware, and not so, that your body is pressed up against a wall of hard muscle that is James.

“Isn’t it?” James counters as he brings the back of your hand which he still has firmly lodged in his to brush against his lips. You meet his gaze, eyes searching - searching for something, a prank, alcohol fuelled need, the makings of a fling for him, but you only find James.

“I must be crazy,” you mumble more for your own benefit than his as you feel yourself leaning into him. Your brain is whirling with a thousand thoughts a minute, and yet none all at once. James takes you both the rest of the way, arms pulling you even closer in, nose bumping gently against yours, lips coming to meet yours.

There is no explanation as to what this is, and the moment your lips meet his it all makes sense.

[writtenjewels]

One Night Stand

[Part one? IDK this is already super long. I think I'm incapable of writing PWP]

Jason needed to get away from base for a while. He dressed down and put on a different hat to shade his face, though he knew it wouldn't help much with his pale skin making him stand out. He hoped that looking like a civilian would at least reduce the looks he'd get from the locals. He wasn't stupid enough to enter the nearby town without some protection: he kept a knife strapped to his thigh just in case.

Jason didn't really plan on going anywhere specific, but after wandering the streets for a while he found himself in a bar. It was dim and smokey: the perfect place for Jason to sit for a while. He didn't know enough Arabic to order a drink so he just pointed to what he wanted. Jason scanned the crowd as he nursed the beer.

Most of the patrons looked like guys his age, probably here to relax after a hard day's work. Jason felt a stir of interest looking at a few of them. Normally his instinct was to squash it down but this time he let it be. The past year had consumed him with his training and settling into military life. There was no time for much beyond a quick wank in the shower. Jason messed around a little in college but after that, he was too high to really enjoy encounters.

He was in a foreign country; he would never see any of these guys again. Most of them wouldn't even speak his language. His eyes moved over them slower to take in their faces and bodies. Interest stirred again; some of these guys looked his type. Jason was on his feet approaching one of the patrons.

Am I really going to do this? He paused in front of the stranger and cleared his throat. The man turned to reveal a rounded, clean-shaven face. His dark hair was kept in short curls, his dark eyes curious as they fixed on Jason.

“English?” Might as well gauge how much he would need to pantomime.

“Yes.”

“What're you drinkin'? I'll buy ya the next round.”

“Club soda.” The man's lips moved into a faint smile, making his features even more appealing. “I'm not a very big drinker.”

“Probably for the best,” Jason drawled. “The beer's pretty shit.” That made the man smile wider. Holy shit, this guy was pretty. “You mind if I sit down?” Jason asked, tapping the back of the empty chair.

“Please do,” the man invited. “I would love to practice my English with an American.”

“Geez, am I that obvious?” Jason groaned, flopping into the seat. The man let out a little chuckle.

“I just recognize your accent from cowboy movies. My name is Salim,” he added, holding out a hand. Jason's mind raced: should he tell this guy his real name? It really wasn't what he was aiming for.

“Jay,” he introduced, shaking the hand. “So, you ain't a big drinker but you're here at a bar.” He raised an eyebrow hoping Salim picked up on the unspoken question.

“I'm here for the company,” Salim admitted. Perfect, Jason thought. He leaned in, making sure to lower his voice so Salim had to lean in, too.

“I'm told I can be pretty good company.” He wasn't sure Salim would catch the suggestive meaning, so Jason ran a finger along the lip of his beer before sticking it in his mouth. Salim's eyes widened and a blush spread over his cheeks. “It's okay if you ain't interested,” Jason assured him.

“No. I mean,” Salim corrected, “it's been a long time since I've had that sort of company. I am interested, though.” Silence fell after the admission. Jason wasn't sure what to do now; he really wasn't in the mood for a quickie in the bar restroom. But he couldn't exactly take this guy back to base, either.

“Know any good motels nearby?”

“Oh.” Salim turned a little more red. “Y-yes, there's one a few streets away. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Don't see why not.” Jason nudged his beer forward so Salim could see just how little Jason drank. “You're hot.”

“Thank you,” Salim answered, even more flustered. It was pretty endearing. He reached out to tip the brim of Jason's hat up. “You are very attractive, too. Wait here while I pay my tab.”

An hour later they were getting a key to their room at the motel. Jason didn't understand a word of Salim's exchange with the owner. It didn't look like the owner guessed their true intentions for the room. Jason opened the door and found there wasn't much to it apart from a bathroom and bed. It looked clean enough, anyway. Jason removed his hat and shoes first before working off his clothes.

“Ahh.” Salim's noise made Jason pause. “Don't you want lube and condoms?”

“Got 'em,” Jason assured him. A marine always came prepared. Jason stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He felt Salim's eyes on him and stopped again to throw the other man a smirk. “You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”

“I'm not used to looking at male nudity in this context,” Salim confessed.

“Don't tell me I'm gonna be your first.”

“Not exactly.” Salim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “As I said, it's been a while. I haven't gone out in years and before that, I was married.”

“So long as the marriage is a 'was',” Jason shrugged. “I ain't into fucking married dudes.”

“But you are into, ah, 'fucking dudes' in general?” Jason had to snort at Salim's use of the phrase. There was something so damn charming about the guy.

“Yeah. Pretty much exclusively.” Jason surprised himself by admitting that out loud. Maybe it was knowing he would never see Salim again that made him feel so comfortable. Jason loosened his belt and wiggled down to his underwear. “You gonna join me or what?”

“I, ah... of course.” Salim's fingers fumbled a little working at his shirt. “Sorry,” he added, eyes flicking to Jason. “You distracted me.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” He watched with growing interest as Salim started removing clothes. The guy was broad and looked like he was carrying some weight. His dark hair continued to his chest, where it led a tempting trail down to his waistline. Arousal warmed him and Jason wet his lips.

“You're so pale,” Salim observed. He took a tentative step forward. “How long have you been in the country?”

“You really wanna have this conversation now?” Jason snorted.

“I'm nervous,” Salim defended. He reached out to rest a hand on Jason's side. The touch was warm and Jason could feel the rough brush of callous.

Salim's eyes fixed on Jason's face as he slid his hand along the marine's flesh. He followed the lines of hardened muscle up Jason's pecs, bypassing his nipples to squeeze into his shoulders. Jason let his mouth fall open to gasp for air as Salim touched him. Salim's eyes were growing darker with each passing second. Jason let out a soft moan, already eager for Salim to bend him over.

“Are these freckles?” Salim's lips skimmed Jason's cheek. Jason sucked in a sharp breath in response. “They look charming on you.” His breath teased Jason's skin, the tip of his nose sliding across to Jason's ear. “Do you like my body, Jay?”

“Yes,” Jason breathed out. He lifted his hands to tangle into Salim's chest hair. “Fuckin' love it. Nice and broad, and I like the way your chest hair rubs on my skin.” He squeezed his hands into the flesh and groaned. “Fuck, please tell me your cock is big, too.”

“Big enough,” Salim answered vaguely. His thumb pushed under the waistband of Jason's underwear and pulled it down. Jason kicked the material out of the way, groaning loudly when he felt Salim's hands cupping his ass. “It has been a long time for you, hasn't it?”

“Shuddup,” Jason grunted. He shoved Salim's underwear down and wet his lips again looking at what hung between the man's legs. “Yep,” he gulped. “That's big enough.” Salim let out a soft chuckle.

Jason knew the prep would be the most tedious part of the night. He climbed onto the bed and arched to present his ass. He figured to let his mind drift until it was over. Salim didn't start stretching him like expected, though: instead he continued running his hands over Jason's body, starting with the marine's ankles and feeling his way slowly up. He treated Jason's thighs to a gentle massage and, on instinct, Jason shifted his legs farther apart.

“Why me?” Salim asked suddenly. His fingers teased Jason's inner thighs, making the other shudder. “Out of all the men in the bar, you approached me. And don't say it's just because I'm 'hot'.”

“I ain't gonna stroke your ego, Salim,” Jason grunted. “Why'd you say 'yes'?” he shot back.

“I think,” Salim mused, sliding a finger between Jason's cheeks and pressing against his entrance, “we have the same reason.” He pushed in and Jason went still at the sensation. Salim's fingers felt a little different, but not unpleasant.

Salim took his sweet time in sliding that first finger in. Meanwhile his other hand was going up Jason's body to caress under his pecs. Jason's fingers curled into the bed sheets. A thumb teased just under his nipple and he twitched. The motion repeated, slower, and this time Jason whimpered.

“Should I stop?” Salim asked him.

“No,” Jason huffed. “Just wasn't expectin' any petting shit. I like it,” he added as assurance. Salim's thumb ran under Jason's nipple again and Jason groaned in response. He was aware of Salim's finger working him loose, but more of his attention was on Salim's thumb. He would appreciate the tactic if he wasn't so eager for the next brush against his skin.

Salim's thumb pressed right on the nipple and rubbed. Jason twitched again, arching his body. A second finger fit into him and Salim rubbed Jason's nipple again to distract him. It went on that way, Salim playing with Jason's nipples as his fingers loosened and stretched Jason open. When a third finger was added, Salim had moved on to lightly pulling and twisting Jason's nipples.

Jason was going to lose his goddamn mind. He didn't plan for this at all but was loving every second of it. He didn't even know he was touch-starved until Salim's hands started moving over him. Now he was a whimpering mess, his cock hard and dripping between his legs. He barely stirred when he heard Salim opening the condom.

“Forgive me, Jay,” the man huffed. “I can't wait any longer.”

“Go ahead,” Jason invited him. “Fuck me, Salim.” He felt the head spread him wide and he sank his teeth into the bed sheets to keep from screaming. He must have tensed anyway, as Salim immediately pulled out again to run his hands over Jason's body and murmur soothing words. “I'm good,” Jason grunted.

“I'll be gentle,” Salim promised. He pushed in again and Jason tried to relax into it. He knew it would feel good once Salim got going. The cock felt so huge, stretching Jason to his limit. It took forever before Salim finally nestled against the cradle of Jason's ass. He rolled his hips in a slow grinding motion that had Jason gripping tighter to the sheets.

“Ohmnguhhhd,” he groaned.

“What language was that?” Salim's voice was rough and husky, heavy breaths hot on Jason's neck and ear.

“Fuck you,” Jason slurred out.

“I'm afraid I'm not fluent.” Jason giggled despite himself. How was this guy able to be such a smart-ass? Slowly he felt Salim pull out of him until only the tip remained in, and then Jason was being filled again. Every nerve in his body was alive and buzzing from the feel of that huge cock stretching him. Salim's hands were still moving over Jason's body, too, teasing his ribs and squeezing his thighs.

Every time Salim pushed to the hilt, he moved his hips to grind against Jason's ass. Jason knew what the other was doing and tried lifting up on his knees. Eventually Salim found what he was looking for and grazed Jason's prostate. Jason nearly howled with pleasure.

“You'll make me cum with those noises, Jay,” Salim warned.

“Mmmngunna cum first,” Jason retorted dazedly. Salim struck the prostate on his next thrust, and then a second time before Jason could fully recover. His hips were picking up a rhythm Jason lost track of. “Close,” he gasped. “Salmmn.”

“Be as loud as you want, Jay,” Salim urged him.

And he was, letting the orgasm surge through him with a cry. He could feel Salim fucking into him, a hand pumping Jason's cock to help. Jason was in too much of a pleasure haze to pay much attention. A few thrusts later and Salim hit his orgasm, too. His lips pressed to Jason's cheek so quick the other thought he might have imagined it. And then they were done, Salim pulling out to dispose of the used condom while Jason flopped down onto the mattress.

“Are you all right?” Salim checked.

“M'fuckin' great,” Jason answered. “You got no idea how much I needed that.”

“I have some idea,” Salim argued. “I was just as eager as you.” Jason smiled at that and shifted to prop himself up on an elbow.

“How long you been single?”

“A few years.” Salim glanced over at him. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Jason shrugged. “You got the looks, the body, and you're a hell of a fuck.”

“The same is true for you, my friend,” Salim pointed out.

“Yeah, well... I don't usually pick up guys at bars. Or at all.” Jason pursed his lips. “I donno why I'm even tellin' you this.”

“Maybe because this is unusual for me, too,” Salim suggested gently.

“Or maybe I'm just waitin' for you to be ready to go again,” Jason countered. Salim let out a sheepish laugh. “Seriously,” Jason insisted, sliding on top of the other man. “When can your dick wreck me again?”

“Are all Americans this demanding?” Salim sighed. “Or is this me getting older?”

“Shut up, you ain't old.”

“I'm turning forty this year,” Salim corrected. Nine years Jason thought. Not that bad.

“I'll be patient,” he said out loud. He wasn't planning on sticking around past the first fuck, but he sort of liked Salim's company. And besides, the guy really was damn good. They might as well enjoy the whole night before Jason had to get back to base.

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Cast Out

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of binding, mythical creatures, idk it's mostly pretty sappy

Word Count: 6.8k

It's finally here! For some reason I really hit a wall with the smut and it slowed me down, ALAS I hope you enjoy Miss Reader falling terribly in love with the angel she found in Primo's garden 🥰

Photo credit: @nabizboslugu

You stand nearly frozen, peeking your head out from behind a shrub, frightened as you stare at the massive heap of black feathers curled up in the garden maze. Unable to look away, you watch as the figure shakes with angry tears, punching the ground hard enough to feel like an earthquake. You can't make out much about them, just seeing a shred of pale skin here and there, and that raven black hair... darker even than the dusty black wings.

"H-hello..." you stutter out, not even sure what your own tone meant. The figure stops; facing away from you, they continue their heavy breathing, perhaps trying to calm down. Their wings lower slightly giving you a better look at their profile: short dark hair that fell just above the ears, sharp jawline, and muscular shoulders. They cut their eyes at you, whether to look at you without turning or out of anger you aren't sure.

In what is likely a stupid move, you step out from behind the bush that had been keeping you safe, "Hey... Are you okay?"

The huge black wings curl around the figure in a protective manner, and he turns slightly to you. Still at a distance from him, you can't make out his features perfectly, but he looks handsome despite the scowl, and you catch a twinkle of something in his left eye.

You hold your hands out to him like you would to an injured animal and take a step forward; he immediately recoils. "I- I'm sorry..." you whisper, staggering back to where you started. Tears start to well up in your eyes. 𝘚𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.

You think about turning away to go get help when you hear a raspy, "You're scared, too." You can't tell if it's a statement or a question. You look back up, finally making eye contact, seeing the white eye for certain this time.

"Yes, I am, but I won't hurt you. I just want to help you," you tell him honestly, with as clear a voice as you can muster.

"That's... brave. Talking to a 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 like me." He cringes at the word. "I used to be beautiful..." he utters quietly to himself.

"Don't call yourself that! I mean- it's just- you're not a creature... You're quite lovely," sure enough, this little encounter has you blushing as you step closer to him again. "Is there anything I can do to help you? You're not hurt, are you?" you offer before any awkward silence has a chance to settle in.

"No, no, I am alright. I'm not even sure what I need. It's been a long time since I've been on Earth," he looks at the ground forlornly.

"What exactly does that mean, umm?" You inquire his name, sitting on your knees near him.

"Oh, uhhh, Alessandro," he supplies.

"Alessandro..." you try the name out on your tongue before replying with your own. "So were you somewhere else?"

"Sì, I was. I, uhh-" he looks away from you, like he doesn't want to disappoint you. "You will think I'm pazzo."

You giggle at his Italian, having picked up a little from working in the church, especially around Primo and Secondo. "You're not crazy. The church here that I'm a part of... We believe in some pretty, um, unconventional things. Why do you think I didn't just run screaming in the other direction?"

That pulls a small chuckle from him before he bites his lip, really looking you over for the first time, "You're very lovely, too, cara."

Blushing yet again, you refocus the conversation, "So where were you before you came here?"

"Heaven," Alessandro answers bluntly.

"Heaven? Are- are you?"

"Un angelo caduto? Sì."

"Wow..." With your eyes wide, you have about a million questions you want to ask the man in front of you, but only one comes to mind, "Do you want to go inside?!"

He seems a little taken aback by your question.

"In the church," you gesture towards the towering brick spires of the building overlooking the gardens. "You can stay with us, and Secondo will know just what to do to help you."

"S-Secondo?" he has an outwardly confused look at the name, meaning "second."

"Yes, Papa Secondo and his brother Primo. They'll help you. I've only read about fallen angels before, but rumor has it that they've met some," you had taken on quite an academic tone, happy that your studies had finally paid off.

"Their names are First and Second?" the angel grumbles to himself.

You continue rambling while he is stuck in his thoughts, but he is promptly pulled away from his musings when you place your hands on his cheeks. The intense eye contact shared between you silencing both of you.

"Do you wanna go inside?" You repeat your question in a shy whisper this time.

The thought of going anywhere other than where you were going seems less appealing to the angel. "Sì, I'll go with you." His mismatched eyes continue to search yours until you try to help him stand.

You're certainly met with an eyeful as you're reminded that he is, in fact, naked. "Oh, umm," you mumble, covering your face with your hands like a child, "Here, take this." You use one hand to slip off the veil of your habit off your head.

"Oh... How should I?"

"Just hold it!" you demand, carefully uncovering your eyes to see Alessandro holding your veil in front of his nudity. You quickly help him tie it around his hips, before leading him into the monestary you call home.

• • •

After a quick stop by the Siblings' quarters to drape him in some proper robes, your next stop is Secondo's door. The leader of the ministry was rarely in his office, so you head straight to his suite.

A loud knock on the door is met with "Fuck off!"

Another insistent knock. And another response, "Who is it?! What could possibly be so important?"

The grim man swings the door open, face paint smudged and in a robe. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳--𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭--𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥. He opens his mouth to berate you for bothering him, but he stops cold when he sees Alessandro.

They both immediately notice the shared white iris.

"Fratellino?" Secondo whispers to the angel, still in shock. He straightens up, taking in a sharp breath, signature scowl returning to his face, "You must come with me."

"No!" the angel yells, shocking even himself. "Not without her," he declares, grabbing your hand.

"Nonsense. The things we have to discuss... Well, they're bigger than her, frankly." He doesn't mean to be offensive; he's just straightforward--kind of to a fault.

"I don't know you. Why would I go with you? She's gone out of her way to make me welcome here, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰," he cuts at Secondo. You'd never seen anyone talk to him that way. Papa's eyes widen like he might take the angel's head clean off his shoulders, but he concedes. This issue is bigger than you, after all.

"Fine. The Sorella can come." He huffs before storming off; Alessandro never let go of your hand as you follow Papa, who quickly beats a coded knock on Primo's door before leading you both to some kind of meeting hall.

Sitting in silence at the long table, you squeeze the angel's hand, letting him know everything will be okay.

"What is it, fratello? Is Nihil- Oh," Primo enters, immediately noticing the elephant in the room.

His black wings towering over the back of the ornate chair he sat in, Alessandro asks, "You must be Primo?" Perhaps trying to make a better impression than he had with Secondo.

"Sì, and your name?" The older man extends his arm across the table for a handshake.

"Alessandro."

"Ahh, Alessandro. Nice to meet you, fratellino. And Sorella, good to see you, as well." He cut a questioning look at Secondo.

"Our fallen angel here insisted on bringing her," the antipope gruffly explains.

"Well, it's nice to have a friend, sì? As long as our Sister of Sin can keep a secret?" Primo was always softer than Secondo felt he should be; they balance each other out in this way.

• • •

"You're all fallen angels?!" you blurt out, this being the first time you've spoken the whole meeting.

"Sì, Sorella, what do you think makes Papas special, sets them apart from other humans?" Primo gently explains. "Lucifer chooses the one most likely to dissent from God, just as he did, and places us at the head of his church." Both you and Alessandro feel like your heads are spinning, him because he's just found out why he was cast out of heaven, and you because you feel like you've learned about some secret ancient order.

"Well, with the new Papa sent for us, I suppose we'll need to get him ready for ascension, which is good, because I was getting ready to retire, eh, fratello?" Secondo jokes to Primo.

The angel grabs your hand tightly under the table, overwhelmed. His first day on Earth and now he'll be the leader of some Satanic church?

"Actually, that's perfect," Secondo continues, gesturing to your clasped hands, "La Sorella can help you with your new face paints while Primo and I discuss this with Sister Imperator. Glad you've finally arrived, 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰." The figurehead pats the angel on the shoulder before him and his older brother make their exit.

"I have to have one of those stupid names now?" His eyes are able to search yours for the first time since meeting his brothers.

"Well... I think Terzo sounds much nicer than Primo and Secondo. Rolls off the tongue, nicely." The compliment at least attempts to make him feel better about all this. "I had no idea you would be our next Papa when I brought you in here. I'm sorry if you don't want it-"

"Shhh... Clearly this place means a lot to you, cara mia, and my God didn't care enough to keep me in the place that meant so much to me. Maybe your Dark Lord has a better plan for me, sì? Besides... What did Primo say? It's nice to have a friend." His hands caress yours.

"You shouldn't do this just for me. You should only do it if you want to." It's important you let him know that; you didn't want to clip his wings, so to speak.

"I can't describe it... But I trust in you. Maybe I'm meant to do something great here, sì?" You can't deny the hopeful look in his eyes as he thinks about his future here.

• • •

You sit across from Terzo at his vanity in his new papal suite; it had been prepared for a long time, the brothers had been expecting another fallen angel. It is kind of stuffy in the room since it hadn't been used a lot, but a few open windows help it to feel more fresh.

The angel sits, wringing his hands together staring at the little pans of black and white face paint before him. The thought of covering such a beautiful face... now that's a sin. "I don't know... I think it should be, erm, softer than theirs. It seems they really embraced the scary thing with their looks." You can tell it's a half hearted effort from the man in front of you; he's clearly still having reservations about all this, but you'll do your best to make him feel at home, to make him the best Papa he can be. It feels like a lot of responsibility for one Sister of Sin.

"Okay, so, maybe no teeth like Secondo?" you posit.

"No teeth. And clean lines, unlike Primo."

"What if we give it sharp angles? It'll make you intimidating but not scary."

"Like that?" He points at the stained glass window over the claw footed bathtub. It's an art deco style abstract design; clearly this room was added on after the rest of the abbey, but it's still antique. It makes you wonder how long they've been expecting this new angel, and how old Primo and Secondo actually are...

"Yes, like that! Do you like that?" Your excitement over making a new Papa fights with your concern for how he's feeling.

A small smile cracks on his lips, "Sì, I do like it. I think it looks..."

"Cool?!"

He chuckles at your childlike wonder, "Sì, 'cool,' I suppose. As I said, I trust you, cara mia."

Now, you were no expert artist, and neither was he, but after about an hour of passing the brush back and forth and about a million makeup remover wipes, you had some kind of product.

"What do you think, Ale- Terzo?"

He stops looking in the mirror for a second to give you a playful side eye, "AleTerzo, eh? A new nickname already? I joke, tesoro. You can call me Alessandro if you like, I don't want to lose my old self entirely."

The thought is actually kind of sad, but he's handling it so well.

"What do you think, cara?" His fingertips on your jaw pulling you from your thoughts.

"Alessandro... I think it looks so good," your eyes admire all the hard work you had both put in on his face, "It's totally different from the other Papas, but the dark eyes really bring out your scowl, and the angles on your jaw and hair line certainly bring out your best features... Leaves something to be desired. The other Siblings of Sin are going to freak out when they meet you."

He's happy to be covered in paint so his blush isn't so evident after your tirade of compliments. "There are others like you?" he asks innocently.

"Oh yes, lots! They'll be your biggest fans."

"Fans?"

"You know, like supporters. They'll scream and cheer for you, applauding your name every time you enter the room," you grin at him, already proud of all the things he'll accomplish.

"Oh," he can't help the smile on his face, blush creeping up to his ears. "I shouldn't be so prideful. It's not good to sin."

"This place is all about sin," you urge, grabbing his hands, "Be as prideful as you want, and you'll fit in well here, Papa."

Calling him by his soon-to-be title did nothing but stroke his ego, but he may have also felt some heat gathering in his thighs hearing it come from you.

• • •

The next few weeks were almost a blur, as your days were packed to the brim with preparing Terzo for his new role: fittings for new suits and vestments, of course this was preceded by Secondo teaching his new brother how to bind his wings so no one would know about them, practicing speeches, getting better and better at doing his face paints, learning prayers and rituals. He had to become an expert on Satanism in no time at all, but he constantly reminded you that he would be fine with you at his side; you had sort of become his personal assistant unofficially.

Oh, and the whisperings around the halls of the ministry run rampant. Secondo had already announced his retirement, and Sister Imperator made it known that there was already a new Papa being prepped for ascension.

Ghouls twitch about with excitement, but of course the Siblings can't help but run their mouths.

"What do you think he'll look like? Do you think he'll be hot? Hopefully better looking than Secondo."

"No way, no one could ever be sexier than our Papa Secondo!"

"Maybe he'll have hair..."

That last one made you snort as you passed by the group of chattering friends.

"Well I heard he came from another Abbey! They've been hiding him away for a long time. Maybe we should reach out to see if our extended family knows anything!"

"Oh who cares where he came from? What matters is where he's going, which is hopefully to bed with all of us!!"

They all squealed with giggles at the thought.

However, some of these comments came directed at you with your closest friends knowing something is up:

"You're never on your duties anymore, you get up early, you come to bed late, and you never say a thing about where you are all day!!"

"You've seen him haven't you, the new Papa?!"

"Ohhh I bet she's his new Prime Mover or something! Is he good in bed?!"

"Will you guys shut up?!" you yell at them, hopelessly trying to cover the flush on your cheeks.

"Satanas, it's true! Look at those rosy cheeks!"

"He must be dreamy if he caught your attention, prude!"

Your friend catches an elbow in the side for that one.

"Listen, I can't say anything," you start in your best gossip-y voice, "but perhaps the rumors aren't too far off. Except for that last one about me, that was very off base."

The small Senior Siblings lounge fills with fits of laughter and excited anticipation over this mystery man.

• • •

"Cara, I don't know if I can do this," your new Papa grabs your hand, moments from the metaphorical curtain going up.

"All week you've been so excited about meeting everyone, where did that go?" you coo softly to him, trying to soothe his nerves while picking a piece of lint from his vestments.

He addresses you by name, a serious look in his two-toned eyes, "What if they don't like me?"

"Trust me, Papa, they're going to love you."

You calling that always does something to him, and he pulls you impossibly close to him with an arm around your waist. He lingers on your lips for a moment but thinks better of it, instead leaning his forehead to yours, noses touching, his eyes are the only thing you can see.

"They loved Secondo didn't they? And you know how gruff he can be," you attempt to reassure him again, drawing a breathy laugh from him.

He holds you like that for a while, relishing in the peace you always bring him, "Thank you, amore. I couldn't do any of this without you."

"Oh hush. You're Papa Emeritus III now, you can do anything!"

"But you made me into Papa. Your Papa. Just how you'd like your leader to be."

Pink starts to creep up your neck; you guess he has a point, "I just did what's best for the ministry."

"Maybe you should be Papa then, no?" He giggles at you.

"No no," his flattery getting to your cheeks again, "You were sent for us, remember? That makes you special. I'm just a Sister of Sin, and I'll get lost in the sea of Siblings once you meet all of them..."

"Shh! How could you say that? You will always stand out to me, tesoro," his hand cups the back of your head, feeling your soft hair. You both close your eyes.

"Alessandro..." You can feel his breath on your face.

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒! "Two minutes!"

The loud bang and Sister Imperator's cold voice pushes you about a mile apart. Terzo looks at you with a wicked grin and giggles like a school girl.

"What?!" you ask pointedly, trying to get your nerves settled, as you smoothe down your habit and veil.

"You are Papa now, see?" he starts snickering as you look in the mirror of his dressing room. Sure enough, there was white paint on your forehead and black at the tip of your nose.

Grabbing a makeup wipe and scrubbing your face, "Satanas! We have got to start setting your face with powder."

Less than a minute later, some ghouls enter the room in their new silver masks to lead Papa out to the chapel's altar. You quickly slip his mitre over his jet black hair, and wish him luck before he exits the room.

Even from the little dressing room behind the stage, you hear the eruption of clapping and shouts. You sit in the room alone for a moment, taking it all in. Likely, you'll go back to your regular duties after this; after all, you'd only been included in the plans because you'd been the one to find him in the garden, and the upper clergy wanted as few people involved as possible.

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. You take a deep breath and leave the little space, heading to the back of the chapel to watch the new Papa take his reign.

Man, he far exceeds your expectations. He works the crowd beautifully, reaching down to take Siblings' hands, kissing some knuckles here and there, and he takes his time with it. He doesn't rush in, and perhaps that only makes him more alluring. Through his speech and greetings, he is surprisingly charismatic, though you suppose it peeked through in little ways when he was with you.

Among the chatter, you heard Siblings gawking over how hot he is, how they can't wait for their chance to warm his bed, some even saying they might use alone time in the confessional to their advantage. Hiding a laugh, you think 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯. You can only imagine how Alessandro will handle those kinds of comments. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. And there it is: the familiar pang of jealousy in your stomach.

The thought wouldn't leave your mind. Of course everyone else talked about getting into bed with him, but it hadn't crossed your mind about him actually wanting that. You can't help it; you need to leave. Although you're incredibly proud of how far he's come, you don't want to ruin his first night as Papa Emeritus III with this stupid little crush.

• • •

As Terzo enters his rooms, he calls for you, "Cara mia! Tonight was excellent! Did you have a great time?" He leans back on the heavy wooden chamber door and is met with silence. "Piccolina?"

Normally, you always wait for him in his suite after your long days working. Why should today be any different?

He calls out your name, moving into his bedroom, then his bathroom looking for you. His eye catches the stained glass above the tub. "Where is she?" he asks the window as if it would respond.

His mind starts racing, thinking back to when he'd last seen you. It dawns on him that he hadn't seen you at dinner, and he'd been so overwhelmed with the crowd in the chapel that he would hardly remember any of their faces. Was the dressing room really the last time?

Terzo rushes over to the heavy wooden door again swinging it open, but he stops dead in his tracks when he realizes he has no idea where to look for you.

"Hey! Ghoul!" He isn't good with their names yet. "Could you please send for my dear assistant? I can't find her anywhere. Oh, and please bring leftovers from the kitchen, too."

The Ghoul quickly heads off, grateful that the new Papa at least says please when asking something.

• • •

Quickly being carted into Papa's room by a Ghoul had you nervous. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮?

Through the door, Terzo comes into view, pacing back and forth across his living space. Suddenly you're made very aware of the fact that you're only in your night gown and robe. "Papa, I'm sorry I'm not in my habit, it just seemed so urgent, and I didn't wanna keep you wait-"

"Shush, il mio bambino," he quiets you, scooping you into a hug, "You know I don't care about those habits. I may make it a rule to get rid of them. I'm just happy you're okay, tesoro." He steps back, looking you over for bruises and scratches as if you were an injured animal, "Where did you go this evening? You weren't at dinner, and you weren't in my room when I got back."

"I, uhh," you start, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't feeling well, so I just went back to my room... Besides..." Your face scrunches up, trying not to tear up. You were going to miss working with him all the time, you'd grown so close over these weeks.

"Besides, what, piccolina?" his face cups your cheek; he longs to look into your eyes again.

"Well, it's... it's not really my place to wait in your chambers anymore. I'm sure they'll be assigning you a new assistant soon. A real one who knows what they're doing."

"Tesoro, who ever said a word about getting a new assistant?" he demands, picking your chin up with his index finger.

"No one. It's just the way things are around here. People get assigned to jobs or committees when they're needed, then reassigned when the job is done. Now that everyone knows you're Papa, you don't need me anymore." Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, but Terzo is quick to wipe them away, snatching off his white cotton glove to do the trick.

"How many times must I tell you, amore, I'm stronger with you by my side?" The look he bores into you is almost too much to take, but it means he's serious. "I'm Papa now, so you stay where I choose."

Clearly understanding the power of his new position, he holds you close, letting you know you won't go anywhere if you don't want to.

"Thank you, Alessandro," your voice comes muffled from where you held your head against his chest, the thump of his heart calming you down.

"Please, tesoro, come sit. You need to eat."

You peek over his shoulder at the spread on the little coffee table by the couch.

You sniffle a little before apologizing, "I'm sorry I missed your first dinner as Papa."

"Nonsense, we have dinner now, and I'm still Papa!" His goofy tone made you laugh as you relaxed into the plush furniture. "Please, eat. I must get out of these clothes." His words left no room for argument, but you did like the thought of him getting out of his clothes... Besides, you knew exactly what that looked like from your first meeting. You fight the heat coming to your face by stuffing your mouth with food, and Satanas, it's so good; you're so grateful Terzo thought to have this brought up for you.

You had probably taken down half the plate by the time he saunters back into the room, papal robes discarded, wearing nothing but a pair of silk pajama pants hanging low on his hips; even the paint is gone.

"Excuse my appearance, cara, my wings couldn't take the binding anymore," he explains, getting comfortable next to you on the couch, "and my skin can hardly take anymore of that paint!"

You both share a laugh, before you remind him, "Secondo says you'll get used to it, give it some time, pretty boy." Your eyes stray from his face, carefully observing the tone of his muscles and the dusting of dark hair across his chest, leading south to-

"So you think I'm pretty, eh?"

"It's just a saying," you mumble, trying to brush him off.

"Ah, but you said it, no?" His argument barely makes sense, but he still has a smug grin on his face. "I think you are pretty, amore mio, così bella..." His eyes are practically burning into your soul as he pesters you. "At least I can be honest about it," he tuts his tongue at you.

"Fine!! You're pretty! Are you happy now?!" you nearly explode at him.

Cheekily, he leans over, laying his head in your lap and looking up at you. It was a miracle you didn't take a wing to the face. "Sì."

"𝘚𝘪," you mimic him, sticking your tongue out.

"Ahhh, la ragazza dà la lingua ora, sì?" (Ahhh, the girl gives tongue now, yes?) He bites his lip, which definitely draws your attention to them.

"Non a ragazzini stupidi, no," you fire back. (Not to stupid little boys, no.)

"Bella mia..." the surprise and excitement in Alessandro's eyes is undeniable, "tu parli italiano?" (You speak Italian?)

"Un po', sì." (A little, yes.)

"Mmm, dovrò vedere cos'altro può fare quella lingua," he jabs at you, sitting up in front of you, one eyebrow quirked up. (Mmm, I'll have to see what else that tongue can do.)

There's a notable silence as you flush a deep red color at that remark. For the second time that night, your faces are only centimeters from one another, and Terzo doesn't intend to miss his chance this time. Gently, his fingers curl into the locks of hair just behind your ears, tilting your head back ever-so-slightly before closing the space between your lips, his nose nuzzling against yours.

Your eyes flutter closed, and your hands nervously fumble for his skinny little waist. The kiss is soft and sweet, but it sparks a fire between you.

Taking your time, your hands slide up the slope of his back, nimble fingers making contact with the base of his wings. His breath hitches in his throat as your angel pulls off of you, not going very far though.

"I'm sorry, Alessandro..." your apology is whispered.

"No, bella, is okay. Continua così," he pants out, his lips soon back on yours.

With a delicate touch, your hands explore his wings once again, the dusty black feathers soft but strong beneath your digits. It seems like Terzo staves off a moan as he moves to straddle your lap, warm hands returning to your face.

One of your hands continues gliding itself across the massive appendages cocooning you both while the other threads itself in the short black hair at the nape of his neck. Curling your fingers tightly in his locks earns a whimper from the man on top of you; it sounds needy and has that fire in you moving toward your core.

Finally, after making him wait so patiently, you open your hot mouth to him, letting him know 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 what your tongue can do. As the raven haired man presses himself closer against you, you find his desire has already manifested itself as his cock stands at attention in the loose silk pants, pressed between your bellies. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, needing to feel as close to you as possible, even digging his nails into your skin a bit as he works your robe off your shoulders.

It was only when you both could no longer breath that Alessandro broke the kiss, opting instead to attack your neck with his open-mouthed lust. Immediately drawing a sigh from you, your grip on his hair tightens. Unable to take your lust-blown eyes off the beautiful feathers your fingers tangled in, it took one word falling off your lips to make your new antipope come undone, "...Papa..."

In a snap, Terzo had you pulled up off the couch and already walking you backwards to his bedroom. Your knees hit the back of the bed, but before you can fall, soft fingertips slide the thin straps of your gown down your form, leaving you bare in front of him. "Bellissima..."

You lean up, kissing him slowly but kind of sloppy. Pressing your hands to his chest, your mouth starts it's descent, leaving hot open mouthed kisses and love bites trailing down from his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, following his happy trail until your warm breath traces over the waistband of his tented pajamas. Your knees form depressions in the lush carpet, while your fingernails drag at the silk separating you from him. He looks down at you with so much anticipation, hand cupping in your hair, as you start to palm him through the thin fabric.

Seeing your face nuzzle up against his sex drags a groan from him, a small wet spot forming at his tip. Freeing his erection at last, your mouth quickly envelops him, tongue swirling around the tip before taking it as deep as you can while your hand works the base of his shaft. Terzo huffs out a breath, wings really showcasing how much he relaxed at the sensation. He fights the compulsion to move his hips, although the warm wet of your mouth feels so divine on him.

"I finally see why Satan rewards sin so fruitfully, Sorella..." That phrase really made it sound like he'd embraced his role as Papa. "I may see stars if you don't stop."

With that, you leave him with a lewd pop, a harsh juxtaposition to his poetic words. The pad of his thumb wipes the saliva from your swollen lips, and he pulls you to your feet and into a fiery kiss, tasting a hint of himself on you. Another groan flutters from his vocal chords when you feel feathers pressings against your curves. Wings caress you carefully, almost protectively, as the soft plumes tickle your nude form.

Unfortunately their warmth leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by Terzo hooking your knee over his hip so he can walk you back onto the soft bed. Soon as your head hits the pillow, your lover finds his place beside you, hands exploring the folds he so desperately wanted to familiarize himself with. As his middle finger softly flicks over your clit, it elicits a jolt from your muscles, and Alessandro delights in bringing you such pleasure.

Your arms wind around his neck, hands finding themselves in his soft hair once again, while his fingers tease at your entrance, sliding a digit in only a knuckle deep. Your wanton moan lets him know you need more, and he obliges, diving his finger in to the hilt. Before long, he's adding another one; he just can't help but want to pull more of those beautiful sounds from you. His roaming eyes stop on yours and you end up locked in a heated make out, muffling your whines and moans against him.

Already wanting more, your hand trails down his form, lightly scratching at his neck, his chest, his abdomen, before fingers hungrily grasp his hard length. Now it's his turn to moan. He hadn't realized how neglected that area was until you start pumping your hand lazily up and down, up and down.

You could almost stay happy like that, masturbating one another, but you both know it won't suffice. Another moment lingers until Terzo is pushing your knees apart, making room to reside between your legs.

Now on top of you, lips hardly ever leaving you, you're both gasping as he grinds his sex against yours. Noticing the black cocoon of feathers around you once again, you reach out for them, brushing your fingers through some individual blades. It causes the man above you to furrow his brows with his jaw dropping open and eyes nearly rolling back.

"Please, amore," he begs, head falling right next to your ear, "let me make love to you."

Feeling him fill you earns him probably the neediest moan that's ever left you; it just feels so good, his hardness pressing against your walls so deliciously. You want him so badly you don't even want time to adjust, simply urging him on with a heel pressed to his lower back.

Intimacy had never felt so... intimate before. With one of his hands laced with yours, and the other cradling your head, never letting it hit the pillow, you'd never felt so close to someone, so vulnerable yet so cared for. It's as if he's locked in a trance worshipping you.

His lips trace the softest kisses across your collarbone, heightening you sensitivity there, before nipping lightly with his teeth. It causes your legs to tighten around his waist, only motivating him to move his hips against you with more fervor. Your free hand scratches at his back, holding a death grip at the base of his wing when the tip of his cock drags across that sweet spot inside you.

"Hell... Sweet Satanas, Alessandro, again!" He kind of likes being ordered around by you, so he quickly indulges you, bending one of your legs at a sharper angle, allowing him to find that spot with every thrust. You simply can't stop the near screams that come from you as he seeks to pleasure you in every way he can.

It takes no time for your release to creep up on you, "Oh, oh, Ale- I'm!"

Your toes curl and your thighs twitch, while you bite back the sound of your climax. This won't do for the man above you; his hand finds your jaw and gently urges your mouth open, wanting to hear you. And he's rewarded with a stream of whimpers and whines and his name falling off your lips. That combined with your nails scratching at his wing is all it takes for him to follow you over the edge, himself also letting out a few very needy sounds as he fills you with his seed.

His muscles practically give out on top of you, and he lets all his weight rest on you, enjoying the last few moments of bliss before he has to leave that tight, wet heat that feels so good around him. He eventually does pull out, but not without a kiss to distract you.

Rolling off of you, he pulls you onto your side to face him, not wanting to let you go very far at all. "Stay with me, sì?"

"I don't know... I don't have any clothes here." You want to stay, but you're worried you'll get in trouble.

"No no, piccolina, you will stay the night; this is not negotiable. I ask if you will stay by my side? Be my 'assisstant' or whatever silly title I must give you so I may see you every day?"

"If that's what you want, you're Papa after all," your rub your thumb across his cheek, taking in his beautiful mismatched eyes.

"Sì, I am Papa, but is this what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 want, stellina?"

You think about it, really considering the gravity of what he's asking but not really saying. Of course you want it.

"Yes, Papa, I want to see you every day," you nuzzle your nose against his.

"No no, call me Ale like when you cum," he giggles at you, really liking the accidental nickname.

You attempt to hide your blush by burying your face in the crook of his neck, "Yes, Ale, I want to see you every day... Is that better?"

"Perfetto."

You both fell asleep cradled in each other's warmth with one black wing draped across you.

• • •

Your eyes crack open suddenly with the realization you aren't in your quarters. Sitting up and rubbing your face, you look at the clock. 𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. Carefully and quietly, you move Terzo's arm from around your waist and slide out of bed. You grab the robe he had hooked on his bathroom door, bundling up in it, although it wasn't much compared to his warmth.

The soft orange of the sky catches your attention. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦? As the golden hour spilled in the large windows, the amber glow of the sun caught the angel's sleeping form so beautifully. Aside from the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he could've been a Renaissance marble sculpture with the way his hair hung over his eyes and the sheet clung to him, draped in all the right places.

Taking in a deep breath and attempting to open his eyes before squeezing them shut again at the bright sun coming up, he just groans and waves at you to come back to bed. He purrs in delight when he feels your weight on the soft mattress, pulling you right back to the spot you'd fallen asleep in.

"Don't ever leave me again," he mumbles with a small smile on his face as he nuzzles his forehead into your shoulder.

"You're so dramatic, you know that?" you whisper in his ear.

"Me? No... It is you who ran off last night, no?" He knew he had you with that one.

"Oh shut up," you try to act mad.

He tuts his tongue at you, "That's no way to speak to your Papa, now is it? Especially your Papa who loves you so much?"

"Ale, you- you?" You can't even repeat it.

"Sì, amore," he kisses you on the forehead, "Ti amo. And I will tell you this every morning you wake up in my arms."

"I love you, too," you declare to him.

You're met with a series of soft kisses that feel suspiciously like the way all of this got started last night. Who knows what you're in for with this angel you found in the garden? All you know is that you wouldn't miss out on it for anything.

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mistake

Summary: Liliya Woods was having a bad night, being left on the side of the road by her boyfriend- sorry ex-boyfriend was not a good look but when a grinning pogue turns up offering a ride, who is she to say no.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!oc, Rafe Cameron x oc (mentioned)

Warnings: smut, um idk swearing? the oc has blonde hair.

This is technically an extract a larger fic i'm writing WHY NOT? but can be read stand alone sooooo enjoy.

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Piece of shit.

That's what he was, leaving her stuck on the wrong side of the island with a downpour currently soaking her to the bone. And sure she was the one who stormed out of the car after dumping him but god she could not take another second of his whiny apologies, the same of which she has heard a thousands of times before. She's starting to think that without daddy's help and a copious amount of hair gel he would be barley able to hold him-self up right.

Liliya should be given several awards from keeping him under (some-what) control for the past six months. I mean sure he's hot and rich and surprisingly not actually too bad company when he's sober, so like only ten percent of the time, but catching him making out with a  touron at Kelce's party was the last straw. 'oh but i thought she was you babe, i just got up and she started kissing me how was i supposed to know' his slurred voicing repeating in her head, she scoffed at the memory while kicking a rock down the side of the road. If he thought some basic skank with cheap-ass lip gloss was her than to hell with him, she could play the dutiful girlfriend and look after him whens he's ill or be paraded around like a little trophy but she will not tolerate being embarrassed. If Rafe Cameron wants to throw away his life, fine, but he will not be dragging Liliya Woods down with him.

The sudden sound of a horn rips Liliya from her thoughts and she quickly turns to see a beaten down camper van pulling up beside her, oh god if this is how she dies she is gonna be so pissed and is definitely coming back to haunt everyone.

"Hey, are you okay?" the smooth voice of the driver calls out to her, his head sticking out the window as he looks at her with furrowed brows. "It's dark out and not sure this is safest place to be."

She takes some time to scan his face, she's sure she's seen him around but for her that just means that he wasn't important enough for her to remember, he is cute though, with soft golden hair blowing gently against sun kissed skin, covering his gentle features which are then framed by a contrasting sharp jawline.

"Um, hello? you 'kay? Oh my god are you deaf, 'cuz if so then i only know how to say 'your mom' from middle school." It's at this point he twists his hands up, in to shapes of Gods knows what, and also when Liliya finally responds.

"What? No i'm fine you weirdo, sorry i'm not exactly talkative to some random guy who pulled up to me on the side of the road." She spits out wondering why he couldn't have just left her alone.

"Oh well in that case," he replies putting his hands down looking almost disappointed before perking up again. "I'm JJ so there, not a random guy, and your Liliya right?"

She pulls her jacket closer round her shoulders. "How the hell do you know that."

"How do i know who Liliya Woods is? The queen of kooks, Rafe Cameron's hot girlfriend and heiress to the Woods company and fortune? Oh y'know just around." He says a bit too sarcastically for her liking.

"Oh great you're a fan" she rolls her eyes responding the the same mocking tone. "But you can cut that douche from the list."

"What his highness drop you something?"

She actually laughs at that, "Oh please he would never break it off with me, he could never do better and he knows it, me on the other hand? He was just a stepping stone on where i'm going."

To her surprise he smiles at that before clearing his throat. " Well i'd hate to slow you down but if you want i could give you lift? Y'know to wherever you going next?"

Liliya has to think about that for second before deciding that anything was better than looking like drenched rat walking miles just to get home and anyway at least it would be a hot murderer that kills her. She mumbles a thank you before walking round to the door and pulling the rusted handle open.

The first thing that hits her is the smell of weed and sweat making her immediately scrunch up her face. "Jesus, do you live in here or something, oh please don't tell me you're a hippie." She questions glancing back to see cushions and blankets decorating the rest of the space as he pulls back onto the road.

"Sorry it's not fancy enough for you," he chuckles "and only on occasion." At that statement she gives him a probing side look. "Ah just when im needing a place to get away from things. Hide away for a bit."

"Yeah.. i know the feeling." she mumbles before remembering who she was with and quickly plastering a coy smirk on her face. "Anyway stalker, what are you doing out here?"

"Stalker?" he say looking a tinsy bit offended.

"Hm hm" she nods.

He lets out a sigh. "just going for a drive really, i crashed at my friends but needed some air on my own." His eyes not leaving the road before turning to her with a playful smile. "And maybe even a distraction."

Liliya looks him up and down, the alcohol left over in her body burning for her to make a fun (but probably bad) mistake. But she has had the shittiest night and could really do with a distraction of her own right now and what better than a hot pogue who she'll never have to see again. This thought makes her turn in her seat, positioning herself towards him, biting her lip before speaking.

"Well i'm sure we could come up with something."

JJ's breathe hitched, not believing the words that just came out the, very, very beautiful, girl sitting aside him. Things like this don't happen to him okay, sure he goes through girls from school weekly and summer brings hot tourons to have fun with in the holidays, but a kook who's family could buy the island a couple times over, who dated the local psychopath and probably gonna marry some guy with a huge trust fund at twenty? It just doesn't happen, sure he flirts because it's fun and it annoys the preppy dudes in polo shirts but nothing ever comes from it. There's always going to be a barrier between them, one that most kooks, especially hot girl ones, would never cross.

He recovers quickly placing a confident smirk on his face, " Huh, got any ideas?"

Then suddenly sees a flash of blonde before the feeling of sticky plump lips crashing against his own, JJ's response being almost instantaneous as his hands go straight to drag through her hair, his fingers getting caught a few times in knots from when she was outside. Liliya's own hands going to his head gripping the back of his hair causing the boy to groan into her heated mouth. The sensation of her breasts pressed against him drives him a little insane, the tight top she was wearing making it perfectly obvious that she was bra-less , he clumsily lifts her over the console pressing her core down against his crotch causing her to break away to release a moan.

He takes the second to quickly rush out,"Are you sure you wanna do this? I mean i don't think a have a condom with me-" before continuing to kiss down her neck. Liliya lets out a breathy laugh, her eyes closed holding him against her.

"Stalker?"

"Hm hm." She lifts his head away from her bruised neck, he whines as the sensation before meeting her lips once again.

"I'm on the pill so, shut. Up." She emphasis between kisses, her hands exploring his body before going to the the bottom of her own shirt, the boy seeing where this was going and quickly moving to help her, the few seconds it takes feels like hours for the blond boy with every inch of skin being studied making his mouth water as her breasts are uncovered he goes to them immediately ducking down to suck them making sure to be harsh enough to leave marks.

She unbuckles his belt reaching in to palm him gaining a a rasped fuck in response, arching his back which in turn placed more pressure from his thigh onto her centre, staining his jeans with wetness that had soaked through her panties as sometime during her skirt had rolled up around her hips allowing him to feel the heat of her.

He pulled away from her chest, quickly tugging a nipple as he does causing her nails to dig into his shoulders.

"JJ" The way she choked out his name made him stumble placing a hand on her thigh digging into her soft skin while the other was spread across her back, cradling her as close to him as was possible. His hands trail up her land as he reaches the edge of her underwear and strokes underneath, it was like a drug watching her wither from his movements. Needing more she lifts her hips up sliding down onto him, generating moans from the pair as they scream into each others mouth.

He felt like he was in heaven with Liliya Wood's tits bouncing in his face, eyes rolling back as his head rested against the seat, but he was finding it harder to catch his breath as the windows steamed up around them making him even needier bucking up into her setting a harsh and fast rhythm, leaving Liliya with nothing to add as she anchors her arms around his neck with her mouth hanging open, gasps getting hit out of the girl with every stroke as she convulsed around him.

His thrusts stall as he gets close to the edge cursing as he snaps up a couple more times before crying out as he spills into her.

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They pull up to gate of her house, if you could even call it that, in silence, JJ had been taking quick looks at the girl throughout their journey but the receiving nothing from the girl beside him as she stared blankly out the window the whole time since climbing off him and re adjusting herself.

He puts the twinkie in park but as he  goes to talk she's out her seat with the door already open, a sliver of hope returning to boy though as Liliya seems to hesitate then turns back around to lean back inside. "Okay this was fun but i wear stalker you tell anyone about what happened here tonight i will castrate you." Then slams the door and stalked over to entrance not even bothering to look back.

[perexcri]

stonathan sunday

hi hello this isn’t really a ficlet, but one of the prompts this week fit well with the next scene i needed to write for my stonathan week fic, so here’s an excerpt from that!! it’s gonna be a btvs au where Hawkins sits on a hellmouth, so there’s always some kind of supernatural nonsense going on :)

apologies as it is not very edited and idk i don’t usually write for stonathan so this is new territory for me lol. anyway thanks again @stonathanweek​ for posting some helpful prompts~

prompt: "Why do you care?"

“I do have one question. Please, just–I need to know,” Steve says, his voice sounding ragged at the edges, pleading for assistance. “I’ll leave you alone after this, I swear.”

Jonathan chews at the side of his cheek, refusing to make eye contact. He only allows himself a single, curt nod to tell Steve to continue.

Clearing his throat, Steve’s eyes dart down to the camera, then right back up to Jonathan’s gaze. Jonathan focuses on a smudge of the gym door window, but he feels those dark eyes boring into him.

“Do you feel any different today? Like, at all?”

Oh, holy shit–not this again.

Jonathan sighs, eyes mid-roll, when Steve adds, “I’m serious, I really need to know–”

“Why do you care?” Jonathan huffs. “Is this just because I broke up with you last night?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes several times; it makes him look like a beached whale gasping for air. “I mean–it’s tangentially related to that, but it’s not like–”

“Okay, then how about this.” Jonathan gently lowers his hands from the camera, careful to make sure it remains secured to the strap, then throws his arms out. “I feel goddamn wonderful today. Amazing, even. And the only reason today has sucked is because you won’t stop bothering me, and now you’ve got the whole fucking school moping over you because you can’t stand to not be the center of attention for more than two seconds!”

Steve’s cheeks fill with color, looking almost sunburnt. His eyebrows knit together, and he looks pained as he asks, “Is that true?”

Not entirely, an unhelpful voice offers in Jonathan’s head, but he’s been a good liar for a long, long time. His nod is swift, his gaze damning, and his jaw set with tension.

Steve takes him in for a few seconds, scanning his face as if he could find a different answer hidden somewhere in his features, like the truth could be scoured away by the force of his gaze. He blinks a couple of times, shakes his head, then shoves a frustrated hand into his hair. “Okay, fine. Whatever. I need to talk to Chrissy.”

Nerves begin to tighten in Jonathan’s chest, and he opens his mouth to say, “But I need to take her picture–”

But the door’s already closed in his face, and Steve’s already crossing the floor to where the cheerleaders are practicing their chants. Not even the squeak of his shiny new sneakers can hide the choruses of Hi, Steve! coming from the cheer squad.

Some venomous concoction of jealousy and vexation swells in Jonathan’s gut. He glares daggers through the gym door window one last time before he turns on his heels and shuffles down the hall, deciding the cheer squad pictures can wait until the game tonight.

He doesn’t want to be anywhere near Steve-fucking-Harringotn right now; it’s a good reminder that there’s a reason he broke things off between them, that he was right in his decision.

It does frustrate him to know that he’s not the only one who can close doors between him and Steve, though.

[eiseryn]

Vailei Siblings

The eldest siblings and older twin sister, Mingxuan (明萱) is a responsible and caring doctor/medic. In my headcanons, she would have been mentored by Elise as well as her mother Lei, so she should be capable in general doctor healer stuff as well as drug making. Her motto is "work-hard, party-hard" so she has some uh pretty bad coping mechanisms when she's off work. I really like her personality and I imagine if I were to play these siblings in a campaign, she's the first one I'd play :3 I hope she girlbosses hard 🥺 She has many angel/feather motifs in her design and her theme colour is green (more dark green). Her colours are supposed to be earthy and warm!

The middle child who definitely feels like a middle child, Yuelan (月兰 / 月蘭) is the younger twin sister to Mingxuan and older sister to Ceres. She's rather anxious so comes off as cold, and has always lived in her twin sister's shadow. However, she has skills of her own, being a skilled decker/hacker (in my headcanons she would be trained by Artemis... if Artemis is alive after the campaign that will determine the fate of these siblings being canon XD). She is very catgirl-like and often styles her hair into cat-eared buns! She really really likes cats! She also has a combat kitty as her bot who does some fighting for her as well :3 Her design is based off of a russian blue cat (dark grey-blue fur, green eyes) so she needs to look as cat-like as possible! Plus of course, she has lots of moon themes from her name!

I'm particularly proud of the Chinese names I picked for the siblings cuz they both have "moon" in the first character and a flower (daylily for MX, orchid for YL) in the second character. I imagine MX was born in the day? Afternoon hopefully and YL at night. It's possible MX was born in the morning and YL at night but that's a long ass labour... RIP Lei XD

The youngest and only son of the three siblings, Ceres is heavily doted upon by the rest of his family. He is almost a carbon copy of his father in terms of looks and some parts of his personality (ex: his laid-back/easygoing personality), which has caused him to potentially have some daddy issues. He also has a hidden violent (yandere LOL) side when his loved ones are threatened or harmed. He feels very unskilled/incompetent compared to his older sister and the only time he feels free is when he's driving, usually on his motorbike. In my headcanons he has both cars and motorbikes but his signature motorbike is a model that has CHEETAH (he's built more for speed than strength) scrawled across it. He's supposed to be a catboy with toxic/poisonous colour themes (green/purple), with lots of sharp diamond/crystal shapes, and he's just a little dangerous 😳😳😳 But he cares a lot for his family so once you harm them it's over for you.

A little diagram that shows more design features in these siblings! :3 I tried to make it super clear what the main ideas are for each of them! One thing I want to point out is how they all have different necklaces! Mingxuan's is a feather for her angel themes, Yuelan has a moon for the her name, and Ceres' is from his mother, which was a gift (see the bonus stories I wrote for "Those Who Leave, Those Remain", specifically the bonus story "A memory lost to space and time") from the original Ceres! It also generally describes their sibling dynamic really well. They are a family unit of 3 siblings (and their parents if they're still alive but y'know parents aren't alive in cyberpunk XD) so DO NOT SEPARATE!!!

I imagine MX spends most of her days at the clinic doing her doctor work, Yuelan works at home but may spy on her siblings as they do their work to make sure they are okay, and Ceres often is being a driver? IDK what he does (kept man???) but he def makes medicine deliveries for MX! Maybe he's a guard for the clinic on the side? XD He is a "support" as in he "supports the enemies' rights to die". All three of the siblings can fight as they are the children of a runner and a doctor who can apparently shoot better than a sniper XD

[tossacointoyourarchivist]

alright it's time i've made my contribution to the tags i regularly occasionally troll: here is a snippet of some sweet zevlor/oc sort-of-action

MDNI. yes i am using the biggest font to make that clear.

content warnings: talk of disability and chronic pain, blatant lack of understanding D&D lore; minor dom/sub dynamic, technically NSFW but it's just a lil at the beginning to set the scene (LMAO); my tav is a human monk named winnie and they're in their mid twenties. winnie is also AFAB and uses they/them pronouns; this is hella un-edited and i can't wait to see all the typos and half-written sentences i'll find after i hit 'post'

word count: 856 words (this excerpt... don't ask how long the "one-shot" is in its entirety)

really this is just me waxing poetic about an idea i've had about magical mobility aids. i love tattoos and have chronic back pain. i modeled winnie's spinal/pain issues after my own because i stopped taking testosterone and now i have pain flare-ups with my period. yay.

fic title is from the song "traveling at the speed of light" by joywave. it feels very appropriate for them idk go listen to it it's so good

working title: i don't know how long i've been alone

(subtitle: let's reacquaint and show that something's gotta give now)

His nails press slightly into the flesh of Winnie’s rear and a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, “Let’s make use of that bed, shall we?” he asks and- hells, with his grip on them, he pulls Winnie’s heated center into the growing bulge in his trousers. They gasp and twitch in his hold, digging their fingers into his shoulders. 

“Gods, please,” they breathe into his neck, delighted to feel his responding sigh. It’s just a few steps from where Zevlor stands to the edge of the bed and Winnie thinks back to the very first lewd thought they had about him.

'I want to show him how much trouble I can give him.'

He takes one step forward and Winnie places a kiss under his ear, and after the next footfall echoes through the room they nip that same spot, laving their tongue over the little bite. It isn’t nearly enough to leave a mark on the tiefling’s skin, but it does make him stutter, drawing a strangled groan from his throat where Winnie leaves another gentle love bite.

In no time, he tips Winnie down onto the bed and bites back a growl. He kisses them deeply, swallowing their moans and relishing in the sad little noise Winnie makes when he pulls away.

“Be good for me, sweetheart, we’ve waited so long for this. We’ll have time to play like that later,” he purrs and Winnie settles, though he doesn’t comment on the occasional tremble.

The lovers remain like this for a time, sharing kisses and touches with cautious exploration. Winnie sighs as Zevlor’s forked tongue tastes them; gods how they missed this. For only a night, Winnie knew the taste and feel of his mouth on their own; that night in the grove followed them for the remainder of their journey. Their heart feels too full, like they can barely breathe through it.

Winnie melts into the mattress, burning under his heat in the best way possible when he guides them by the loose hold he maintains on their hair. Each sensuous slide of lips and tongue serves to stoke the fire within them, until deft fingers reach for the tie in the front of their wrap top. 

This was unavoidable, Winnie tells themself. He was going to see it one way or another, so they might as well make the best of the situation. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t trust him, but anxiety fills them, still.

But Zevlor notices their hesitation and pulls back from the kiss, concern etched on his beautiful Infernal features, “Would you prefer to not remove this?”

Winnie shakes their head, “It- It’s not that, I just… Here,” they shakily untie their top, ignoring Zevlor’s gentle protests. And then he falls quiet, his eyes landing on the peculiar tattoos on their body.

If Winnie had been wearing nothing else underneath the top, he would’ve been too distracted to notice but a band of thin fabric preserves his fortitude for now. He’s known that Winnie has tattoos, but the moonflower on their hand was the only one he’d seen in detail. He examines the lines on their shoulder, how they wrap around the joint as if it were an imitation of a sling or supportive device. It occurs to him then, what the tattoos are: a mobility aid made of enchanted ink. He traces one thick line that wraps around their elbow and back up their arm, feeling the raised skin left behind by the process. 

The first time he’d seen tattoos like these, Zevlor was a fresh recruit with barely a week of service under his belt. In passing, he’d heard of a marshall doing everything he could to put off a final mission, including such tattoos inked onto his hand and knees. But that man had been as old as Zevlor is now- he’d never seen these on someone so young.

He cautiously asks, “Was this an injury?”

Winnie takes a deep breath, “I’ll tell you the whole story later, but no, not an injury. My spine didn’t develop correctly- these tattoos help straighten my spine and relieve some of the pain that comes with it.” They don't mention how their spine still curves where it shouldn't, however minimized. They don’t say anything about their tilted hips and shoulders, or how their breasts are noticeably different sizes in their eyes, or the jagged, pale red lines marking how their body changed so quickly in less than a decade. Those things he can see for himself and Winnie grips tightly to what shreds of their pride remain.

Winnie shivers as his fingers continue to trace the ink up their arm until his hand cups the back of their neck. Would he look at them differently for this, they wonder; the flash of grief was undeniable but he surprises them altogether not by speaking, but acting.

He presses a warm kiss to the inside of their elbow and another, and another, until he’s kissing the space where shoulder meets neck. His fingers caress the side of their waist, making them shiver again but he doesn’t venture downward- or upward for that matter. Instead, he touches them for the sake of feeling their skin under his fingertips, to ground them in the moment. 

[mermaidsirennikita]

Usually when I'm reading my brain doesn't assign characters any permanent, significant attributes and just kinda has them exist as blobs with names that it labels "hot" and "not hot." This makes fancasting super difficult, but for whatever reason the moment my brain read about Bourne it was like "oh that's Theo James." I honestly don't remember any visual description of him as a character cause my brain just goes "you don't need this information, you already know he's Theo James." This has never happened to me with any other character, idk why Bourne has me by the throat.

Dude are you in my brain because HARD SAME. During this re-read, I keep thinking of Theo. My perception of characters is similar to yours. When I do fancast, I'm often less about how much an actor is like the character's physical and more about how they fit the character's Vibe, but I think Theo happens to both fit the description of Bourne (tall, dark, handsome in a very classical way, but with a kind of arrogant, chip on his shoulder sense--not that Theo is necessarily that guy lmao, but he definitely plays that guy often) and the Vibe.

MacLean is never SUPER specific about her heroes physically, which I appreciate, save some defining features. (I often hate it when authors are overly specific in a way that makes it clear who they had in mind--and nothing makes me drop a book faster than a contemporary that outright compares a hero to a famous person, I will LOSE. MY MIND.) With Bourne, I think the main takeaway is: super hot in a conventional way that people in society notice without him having to make an effort (compared to Cross, who I think is supposed to be less immediately BAM in your face hot, but is super charismatic and slick as hell--Bourne doesn't have to be charismatic, what I'm saying is Bourne Has Pretty Privilege, he ain't slick, he thinks he is but he profoundly is nOT). Dark-haired... I think? (I don't think MacLean writes many blond heroes, tbh.) And when Penelope sees him in the beginning of the book, she basically says that he'd be beautiful if he didn't clearly have a darkness about him, aka his shitty attitude lmao.

Bourne also has me by the throat. He's honestly even better than I remembered. Has a gambling addiction--owns a gambling hell. In love with his childhood sweetheart--marries her and says it isn't about love at all. Finally realizes he's been an asshole and just sits there with a slab of beef on his eye because his friend just beat him up and is like "well what do I do NOW to be released from a prison ENTIRELY OF MY OWN MAKING!!!"

Also, the way he clearly has all these welled up memories of Penelope and like. So much affection. The way he's able to guess what she's trying to say during charades when nobody else can. The way she accidentally puts her tits on full display and he's like, leaning forward to get a better look (in front of her family, the SCANDAL). The way she praises him for getting the very obvious charades thing right and he like. Preens about it. He's like a junkyard dog that gets taken in and domesticated extremely easily and loves to sleep on your feet and do tricks for treats but when he sees a plastic bag he snarls at it because he needs you to remember he's a NASTY BIG BRAVE DOG.

Edit: just re-opened the book on to Bourne fantasizing about a row of little blond daughters and practically sighing with how much he wants to have Penelope's babies. As a note, one of the things I remember from a later book (I wanna say from her next series?) is the scandal sheets being like "local loser the Marquess of Bourne was seen climbing through a window to give his gaggle of daughters presents, is sad and pathetic now".

[movedtodykedvonte]

Started reading your fiction the other day (because like you I too gave been consumed by the silly little puppet man) and I just gotta say... 1, loving it. It pulls at my heartstrings in just the right way. However 2, I keep envisioning your Addisons looking like mine (that don't even have set names yet. I'm waiting on some polls)

I know the shouldn't look like mine (or not exactly. All of us are just interpreting the same 4 sprites anyway so like...) but like, rn I'm reading chapter 7 and I keep on seeing Audi looking like Cache/Survey (the two names being considered for my orange Addison). I know he shouldn't, however its driving me insane. So my question is, do you have any drawings or your Addisons? Maybe just some detailled descriptions? All I know is they have fur/fluff. The main thing with this is the clothing/hair. Cache/Survey has like, a bit more of a feminine look (even though they use all pronouns) and has a headband and wears like a vest like think over her dark shirt.

Idk. This is probably really silly but thought I'd ask. Anyways, back to reading.

I do sorta…It’s just vague outlines I did for body shapes and tid bits if they were humans but the body shape still applies to the ads, tho they would have the typical ad nose. Then art of Audi by @genderqueer-spamton which is pretty accurate on clothing range (still before bodies/other features are determined) (Link) (link)

In general I see both Audi and Banner as somewhat androgynous in physical appearance, style wise Banner dressing in a more neutral and academic way and neutral overall while Audi is more rustic/retro and experimental shifting between masc and femme (mostly masc tho). Surv dresses like ur typical gym bro and like casual dude, think jeans or sweats and a shirt that could be styled to meet as uniform requirements. Vidie looks more feminine physically and dresses up but it fluxes between something strictly masculine or feminine, very much street wear and Y2K stuff, with a bit of punk thrown in. Spam’s just casual kinda like Surv but with a hint of 90s flare. I never really think to describe their outfits cause I imagine they change day to day as I picture their uniforms aren’t their only outfits.

Hair and stuff I suppose it would be in the general shape of the ads hair/ head shapes in game. Banner has more curly hair, a weird mix of a bob and a curly/bouncy wolf cut, some how professional. Surv is tricky in that it’s course but shaped like in canon, I can’t really decide or describe how I see it but it fits. Vidie has a high pony tail and has wavier/thicker hair, blunt or wispy bangs when it’s not down/specifically styled. In that case she goes for curtains. Audi has corset hair he accessorizes with clips and beads and wraps or hats or whatever. Generally it just keeps its hair looking nice but it’s a day by day case. Spam has his signature weird pompadour mullet that he does very little with, it’s just naturally easy to keep neat. Thick hair but in a helmet way. Hair types usually match to the way their fur lays/feels on their body.

As for stuff on the ads as a species in general i guess the fur works in the way where the volume varies for ads but it never like super long just dense. It fades a bit around their hands which are just skin/palm textured. It also feels more staticy to lightener than soft but biologically it’s supposed to appeal to some cute/comfort thing in customers so they buy more (think seeing a fluffy dog ig). It sorta goes flat on their faces/necks or stop/stocks at the chest like chest hair to make a clear distinction of neck/face to body, hence hair vs fur. I do think they have tails but that part ain’t too important cause I don’t really write about their asses in this fic atleast and they aren’t made noticeable usually due to my ad’s cultural. They don’t have irises or the whites just pupils so they are very sensitive to sudden shifts in light.

Also don’t feel silly! I love hearing peoples interpretations of my ads, especially since it’s based around how I solely write their personalities. Even if it doesn’t match up it’s fun to hear! Also happy reading!!!