#y’all getting fed well today damn

[atsadi-shenanigans]

You Could Just Ask

Summary:

“You still gonna be a jackass to our friends instead of just asking me to pleasure you?” you say. He swallows. His adam’s apple bobs. “If this is my reward, absolutely.” He can’t see you smile at this angle. He can feel your grip leave his cock to slide your fingers through his hair before you grab. Still slow, still steady, giving him plenty of opportunity to stop you. He don’t. He lets you pull his head back, bare his throat, and only whimpers and shivers against you.

Or: Astarion is terrible about communicating what he wants. But Eleanor is getting good at translating gremlin.

Astarion has been in a fucking mood for two days now. It’s driving you nuts, it’s driving everybody nuts, and by all accounts, it’s driving him nuts. Ain’t nobody can put a finger on it, neither. He’s well fed, y’all went on a murder spree day before yesterday, and he even found a nice, silk jacket to wear around camp.

Man’s got it made.

And decided to be a bitch about it.

You sit at the breakfast fire, needlessly poking at the embers with a stick while he makes snide swipes at Gale’s cooking (which he don’t eat), Karlach’s clutter (she just found a stuffed owlbear to match Clive), and Lae’zel sharpening her weapons (he got a point, there).

Even Wyll stares at the fire, shoulders set in a tense line. Something’s gonna snap if somebody don’t do something.

“It’s not as if you can deal any real damage,” Astarion says to Shadowheart, who tried to get him off Gale’s ass and is now taking the brunt of it. “We all saw how accurate your spells were in the temple.”

She looks all cool and collected. Just lifts one of her eyebrows. But her knuckles are white as her fists tremble. Shadowheart fought off the mother superior of her former, well, it ain’t called a church, here. But she fought the bitch and won and she paid for it.

“That’s it.” You stand

Astarion clocks the movement and turns to face you (stares down his nose at you; or tries to since you two are the same damn height).

“Y’all wanna head out?” you say over your shoulder to the others as they stash their day gear into their packs. “I think we’ll stay here, today.”

“Gladly,” Gale mutters in an outside voice.

“Welcome to it,” Karlach says which means hoo-boy, even she’s getting pissy.

Wyll gives you a blank look, that slowly morphs into a sly “good luck” sort of grin. Turd. Everybody thinks the Blade of Frontiers is so upstanding, much nobility, wow. But Wyll is a sly little shit, is what he is. He just hides it real good until it’s time to strike.

They all shuffle on outta there double quick. Astarion watches them go as he checks his nails for damage that ain’t there.

Then you’re alone—well and truly, Shadowheart and her half-elven hearing—and you turn to your exasperating lover.

“The fuck was all that?” you say.

He just looks at you, all unimpressed. Sniffs. “What was what, dear? You’ll have to be more specific.”

You will not throw your camp slipper at him. He dodges too well, and then you got to go fetch the damn thing before either Scratch of Sweetums gets it and demolishes it (or drops it in the river, bad dog) (but not really bad bad dog, and he got pets later on, anyway).

“You’re being a dick,” you say.

To which he, predictably, rolls his eyes. “As if it’s my fault we’re surrounded by incompetent idiots.”

His gaze flicks down. Just for a second. You almost miss it, but it landed on the top of your tunic. You got yourself a new one of those, too. But only to wear around camp, cause it’s got itself a damn titty window under some satin neck straps. Astarion’s pupils flare wide a second, and then he glares at you as if challenging you to comment.

You been together several times, in several way by now. He usually initiates (you did once). But you got a suspicion.

You step closer. Reach out slow and careful to crook your finger over the top of his trousers, since he tucks his shirt in and all. Then you pull, slow and steady, leave him plenty of time and distance to stop you or pull away.

But his pupils dilate again, and he steps into you. Lets you drag him flush against your front.

“Astarion,” you say. The man actually licks his lips. “Did you get horny and decide to be an asshole to everybody about it?”

A hint of a smile tugs his lips before he buries that under scorn. “Of course not.”

But you’re learning his tells. The way his gaze hovers over your face, darts down to the titty window and the hint of cleavage like a hummingbird. Also the less than subtle grind against you as he says it.

“Were you being a dick to get us alone?” you say.

A pause, this time. His voice wobbles a touch when he says, “No.”

You lean in. Catch the way his face tilts to meet you.

“I think you’re lying,” you say against his lips. “I think you want me alone, and I think you went all bratty so I’d feel ornery about it.”

His inhale stutters. A minute shiver runs through him. “And what would you do if you were, ahem, ‘ornery?’”

It’s mind boggling how much things’ve changed in the months since y’all met. Since the disastrous first days of…this. That you can be here now, with him, talking like this? It’s a minor miracle.

He’s so fully pressed into you you can feel his cock twitch even through the cotton trousers.

“Did you do all this so I’d fuck you?” you say. You cannot keep the smile off your face or outta your voice.

He finally cracks. Closes his eyes and runs his lips over yours. Drawls, “Maybe.”

“Is it the strap?” you say. He’d picked it out and purchased it in the city, and then the nice sex shop man showed you how to put it on and, well, implied how to use it. And clean it (that part was very explicit, detailed instructions.)

The tip of his tongue swipes your upper lip. His hands ghost up your sides.

“Would you?” he says.

He takes charge in the sheets. But he bought that dildo to use on him, and he seemed to enjoy it when you did (he whimpered as you fucked him).

You’re learning what you like in terms of dirty talk (it’s surprisingly graphic). He’s an excellent teacher. So you gird your loins, ignore the heat all the way down your neck, and open your mouth. “You want me to spread you wide on my cock and fuck you all better?”

He sucks in a gasp. “Gods, darling, yes.”

Then his lips crash into yours and you’re both stumbling towards y’all’s shared tent.

The rest on AO3 for very, very rated E reasons.

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #you could just ask #surprise smut #astarion smut #astarion fic #tavstarion smut #man's getting pegged #and edged #Astarion doesn't know how to ask for things #this is everyone's problem #was gonna wait to post #had a Monday #said fuckit let's go #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion bg3

[mrsquill]

Two Chances

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader (Outbreak-Free AU)

Summary: You love your job at your local dog shelter, but weekends are precious to you. Enter Joel Miller and his daughter, looking to add to their family.

Notes: Well, here’s this. My first x reader fic! Based on a gorgeous little something @fuckyeahdindjarin inspired me to write a little while ago ❤️ I’ve tried to be as inclusive as possible here, but please let me know if I’ve missed the mark at any point. This, as usual, is short but hopefully y’all enjoy. Thanks to all those in this beautiful community who have inspired & helped me along the way.

Warnings: Fluff, reader has smutty thoughts about Joel cuz she’s only human (18+ minors DNI), no specific age of reader (but she is an adult), slight angst, discussion of parent death and awful fathers. Joel could potentially be a bit OOC here but *shrugs* I think that’s everything!

You couldn’t wait to finish your shift. Not that you didn’t love your job, but it was hot as balls out today, and all you were dreaming of was an ice cold beer and the pool in your neighbour’s backyard, nothing but silence in your surroundings. It’d been an exhausting and physically demanding day at the shelter - 25 dogs needing to be fed, watered, exercised and cared for round the clock. It would do that to anyone, let alone you, who’d taken this on as a part-time job and just kinda got stuck.

Your braid was falling out, sticking to the sweat pooling on your neck as you swept the concrete outside the kennels; straps of your white cotton camisole slipping down your sore upper arms.

Ten minutes, you assured yourself, silently puffing stray strands of hair away from your forehead and glancing at the clock. The raucous din of the dogs chattering to one another bounced off the walls around you. Ten minutes ‘til your weekend was finally yours.

Still, you could think of worse places to spend your Saturday, watching as the two newest arrivals - brother Boxer puppies, Thor and Loki - chased one another’s tails round their pen. The residents here shattered your heart and made it feel so full at all once; some having the most horrendous skin-and-bone start to their lives on the streets, others lasting only a couple of months with a family after being purchased as a barely thought-out Christmas gift. Gaining their trust could be hard, but it was worth it every damn time; nothing was more rewarding than those wet puppy kisses after hours of gentle coaxing.

“I’m heading out, hon,” Mo calls out to you with a wave from the makeshift office at the end of the kennels. “See you Monday!”, you reply with genuine enthusiasm, as you watch your boss head off in the direction of her house. You loved Mo; she had a way with all animals that you were sure would guarantee her entry to the pearly gates one day.

She curated a home for the dogs here that you were more than happy to assist with. Being just the two of you, things could get a little intense, but you were fond of each other, and had no qualms about alternating who would close up on the weekend.

A couple more minutes go by as you absent-mindedly check off the few remaining tasks on your list, head more full of the decision of which Ben & Jerry’s flavour to pick up at the gas station on the way home. It’s then you hear the crunch of the gravel outside as a car pulls up; silently cursing as you note the time. 5:01pm.

Sighing, hating the notion of turning anyone away, you dust down the front of your cutoffs the best you can and chewing your lip uncertainly. You guess you can spare some time; if these people are serious about adoption, it’s a win-win situation for everyone involved. The traffic through the shelter was steady, but you could always be doing better. It’s sad to see a dog go - of course it was - but seeing them head off with their new family was all the reward you needed in the world.

A pair of footsteps and muted chatter come round the corner from the parking lot, and suddenly you’re doing everything you can not to openly stare at the man approaching you on the concrete, a girl of around five or six that you can only imagine to be his young daughter swinging off his hand.

It’s not that he’s especially tall or anything. But man, is he broad. Strong shoulders under his denim shirt, biceps nudging lovingly against his sleeves. Not the kind of muscle from the gym, though; no, this guy clearly spends his days outside doing something physical, judging by the dust on his boots and the worn material of his jeans at the kneecaps. The idea of him, sweaty and shirtless and perhaps a hammer in hand, has you feeling like you need to grip the walkway rail a little harder. Pathetic, you reprimand yourself internally. You don’t think you’ve been this bowled over by a gorgeous man since your grandmother sat you down to watch Indiana Jones as a kid.

You sneak a look at the smattering of hair at the base of his thick neck; his rugged jawline, beard creeping over just so. He runs a hand through his curls, and he catches you staring. Fuck. He looks back down at his daughter; and you’re all at sea after looking into his eyes. Darkest brown, drinking you in. You draw yourself up to your fullest height and grip the broom a little harder as they reach you. It wouldn’t do to be caught - again - staring at him like some lovestruck teenager.

“We’re too late, ain’t we?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in anticipation of your response. “Not at all!” you smile, perhaps a little too brightly, and you can tell he doesn’t believe you by the quirk of his brow. “This one was none too happy with me makin’ her wait till the weekend to come here, so thank you for seein’ us,” he murmurs, gesturing to the girl beside him as she grins at you shyly, one front tooth missing.

You introduce yourself to them both, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach as his large hand envelops yours easily. “‘m Joel, and this here is my daughter, Sarah,” he nods affectionately towards the young girl; her eyes already shining with excitement as she catches sight of the two Boxer puppies gambolling around behind you. “Would you like to meet them?” you ask Sarah, and she nods so enthusiastically you worry her head may fall off.

“We have an enclosed meadow out back,” you point your thumb behind you, “and we can take these little guys over there, if you’d like?” you offer, and Joel grins. “Only if it ain’t too much trouble, sweetheart,” he murmurs with that Southern drawl, and suddenly you feel all your earlier desire to head home evaporate like a creek in the summertime. You assure him it’s fine; and with both puppies soon under your arms with practiced ease, you head over to the meadow, Joel and Sarah in tow.

You find you hit it off with him instantly; first asking the important questions such as their living situation, if they’ve owned a dog before, or if they have any other pets at home. “Quite the questionnaire, darlin’,” he chuckles lowly, arms folded over his chest as you both watch Sarah giggling, legs crossed in the sunshine as the puppies climb all over her. He, in turn, takes it upon himself to ask you how long you’ve worked here, what it is you enjoy about it the most. Realising you’re here for the long haul - and not being one bit mad about it - you gesture Joel to sit at a bench with you; averting your eyes when his thighs stretch over the wood opposite you. Get it together.

“Sarah certainly seems to be a dog lover,” you smile to distract yourself, and Joel hums his agreement. “Would you be prepared to take on a puppy?”, you ask. “I’m sure you’re aware, but they do require extensive training - potty, obedience and socialisation.” Joel raises his eyebrows then, biting back a smile. “Ya think I’m gonna be able to walk away from here without one?” he says, indicating the scene before you both. “Just more questions I have to ask,” you tease lightly. Joel shrugs in defeat; rolling his shoulders, your eyes drawn to the sliver of chest hair peeking at you next to the buttons on his shirt. Stop, you remind yourself for the third time.

“It’s Sarah’s birthday soon, and I wanted to make this one special for her,” he confesses, and you hate to say it, but it needs to be done. “Joel.. Can I be frank?” you start, and those eyebrows are raised again. “I thought ya already told me your name, back there,” he points back towards the shelter, trying not to grin. “Funny,” you admit, before pressing on. “We have a lot of families coming through here; wanting to make a birthday or a Christmas special. I’m not doubting your commitment, but I’ve seen too many dogs dumped back at the shelter with little to no explanation after the excitement wears off,” you say, watching Loki snooze on Sarah’s knee whilst Thor tries to pull at the laces on her sneakers.

“Can you see where I’m coming from?” you ask tentatively; hoping not to come off as a total asshole to this man for more reasons than one. Joel exhales heavily, a calloused hand coming up to scrub over his face. He follows your gaze towards his daughter; and it’s then that you notice the true adoration in his eyes - he looks tired; exhausted, even - but the love there. Jeez. It’s really something. It makes you think of the opposite you saw in your own father: a dark road you’d rather not go down.

He begins to tell you it’s the first birthday since Sarah’s mom died after a short illness. They were divorced, but had joint custody, Joel mostly taking over on weekends. He’s trying to nail the whole solo parenting thing - trying, but feeling like he’s failing. He admits regretting not asking his late ex-wife so many things; how to care for their daughter’s hair full time, how to manage to get her to school and then to soccer practice without being late, how to essentially keep her alive, happy, safe. It’s then that you stop him; a gentle hand on his forearm. “I’d say you’re already doing better than you think,” you offer, not shy of your smile this time.

“I don’t know why I’m tellin’ you all of this,” he admits, “ya must just have that kinda face.” And you tell him it’s true; your grandmother always said you were an old soul, with a face people just wanted to open up to with no preamble, no filter. Maybe that’s why you and Mo get along so much, you ponder for a moment. “My mom died, too,” you say quietly, Thor having wandered over to the two of you, sniffing round Joel’s boots before slumping belly-up in the shade. “My dad - he, uh, he wasn’t so great. And not in the way you think you’re not great. He truly was the definition of an asshole,” you try not to shiver, despite the cloudless blue sky above you.

“‘m sorry that happened to ya,” Joel mutters, eyes on his knuckles as they flex instinctively. “It’s okay,” you shrug, “was a long time ago. I had my grandma, we did just fine. If you want my take.. There’s so many lousy parents in this world, and it’s better to have been loved fully, despite the loss that can and will come, than never at all,” you surmise; nodding your head toward his daughter, flat on her back in the grass with Loki on her chest, her eyes closed in a picture of perfect peace. The sight makes you smile.

When you turn to face Joel, you find him looking at you intently, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand. It’s covered in scars; some faded with time, others fresher, just scabbing over. “I’m gonna ask ya for two chances,” he says, full bottom lip between his teeth. Your head cocks to one side, interest suitably piqued. “Is that so?” you ask, a fluttering in your chest that you can’t quite seem to stall. He nods, and you roll your eyes, biting back a laugh. “One,” he begins, “you give us a shot at this adoption. That girl needs someone else around who ain’t her daddy, and I promise ya I’d do right by that dog,” he points over to Sarah and Loki; his daughter whispering conspiratorially in the puppy’s ear. “I do think we have a winner there,” you admit, hands up in defeat.

“Two,” Joel continues, “could I ask ya on a date, darlin’? Assumin’ you’re not spoken for?” he asks, quieter than before. Almost.. shyly. It seems strange; like a skin he wants to shed, only used to being the most commanding person in the room. “Ya know, to keep an eye on our progress ‘n everythin’,” he adds quickly, before you can open your mouth. You feel your belly squirming at the idea of seeing this man again; your gaze drawn once more to his hands as they brace against the bench, wondering how they’d feel if he cupped your face between them right before he kissed you, then splayed against your ribcage, thumbs just brushing the underside of your breasts..

“Sweetheart?” Joel’s voice jolts you from your reverie, “ya can say no to me, but ‘m afraid you’ll have to be the one tellin’ her,” he whispers, Sarah ambling over to join you both, puppy asleep in her arms. “Do I need to give him back now?” she asks politely, her daddy’s brown eyes blinking at you earnestly. “No, I believe he’s yours to keep, after we do some paperwork,” you grin, “but I might stop by soon to see how he’s getting on. Would that be okay?” you ask, and her face opens up like a butterfly, elation sewn into her features. “Yeah, that would be okay,” she muses shyly as she falls into Joel’s side. He wraps an arm around her, and presses a kiss to her hair. He winks at you, then; and you have a feeling both chances will end up coming good.

#ahhhhhh omg #anyway #joel miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #sarah miller fanfic #sarah miller fanfiction #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfiction

[mrs-monaghan]

Shaz, i am so happy right now and you have no idea how much! Not just because we were finally able to see Jk on Live after such a long time but because of how genuinely happy he looked! I haven’t seen him this happy and radiant in a while! I remember watching his Lives around February and March and thinking he was going through something! All the drunken Lives, falling asleep on Live, getting visibly emotional on Live, asking Army to always he happy, Shaz Jk was NOT ok! And I understand that he was probably also having a hard time adjusting to all the changes and he was probably missing the group all together but in hindsight, what was most difficult for him was probably being away from Jimin for so long! I don’t think many people have actually taken the time to sit and think about just how glued to eo those two used to be! This was probably the first time since debut that he had to be apart from Jimin for so long!

We all know Jimin is a workaholic and that man will literally spend days on end to perfect his craft if he has to! He told us he worked on his album for 10 months and while working on his album, he mostly stayed with his producers! Now imagine Jk who for years, has been so used to being around Jimin almost all the time, spending his nights with him and basically just having him around whenever he needed or wanted him! Imagine him having to adjust to not spending the night with Jimin or drinking with Jimin when he wants to and just being in Jimin’s presence! This is something he had been used to for more than 10 YEARS.

Say what you want, call me delulu but Jk missed Jimin like CRAZY! You know how i can tell? Compare this Live today with all his previous Lives since February and tell me you don’t see a HUGE difference! Jk is glowing, he looks happy, he looks healthy, he looks well rested and most importantly, he looks well FED (if you know what i mean)😏😉. Being with someone you love really does something to you!

Now for all those people running around like headless chickens claiming Jk and JM broke up or hate eo and don’t interact in real life, do u see how stupid y’all look? Jk spent a better part of this break hanging out with Tae and his friends but he always looked so sad and lonely and kinda miserable (no offense to Tae and his friends) but there are certain things that not just anybody can give u! Jk certainly loves his friend Tae and enjoys hanging out with and spending time with him but even all that couldn’t take away that sadness he felt when Jimin wasn’t available! There are certain things only Jimin can give him you know😏. The company is different, the hugs are different, the cuddles are different, the quality time is different! It’s just different and NO ONE can fill the void but Jimin!

Anyways, i’ll stop ranting now! I just felt very emotional after watching Jk’s live and seeing how happy and healthy he looked! Man, love really does things some people might never understand.❤️

Damn anon

Wow. This.. All of this. Anon summarised perfectly.

#ask shaz #bts #jikook #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #minkook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook

[anemonelovesfiction]

Part 2 to Not A Prank

Warnings ⚠️: Smut. Duh. Human Y/n. Pregnancy.

Tsireya x Human! Reader & Lo’ak x Human! Reader

Sorry I don’t have an official title, idk what to call this, but you don’t need to read Not A Prank to understand this one. AFAB reader. This is not proofread- sorry about that. And I been feeling depressy/ writers blocky so please be nice to me, your niceness might buy y’all a third part… Might.

Thank you to henhouse-horrors for the suggestions, seriously didn’t even read your comments til today but figured I’d give you a lil shout out, mami 😌

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“How do you like this, Tiyawn?” Her lips ghost over my nipples as her second finger slips in with ease, but the feeling of fullness overtakes my body as she thrusts slowly, my nipples were standing at attention and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Please,” I whine at the pleasure her fingers were giving me, her fingers were thicker than Lo’ak’s but were shorter, yet that didn’t stop her from being able to prod so deep she’d touched my cervix in more than one occasion.

“Please what?” She asks, the marui had heated up so quick with our activities, it was technically their summer- meaning it was hot already- and the fire building in my lower belly wasn’t helping with it, I felt like a bitch in heat.

“Use your words baby,” She’s speaking directly in my ear, taking the opportunity to nip at the lobe and I can feel myself contract against her fingers as I gasp at the sensation. I take the time to study her face and she was proudly wearing her smirk- That stupid damned smirk was hereditary.

“Mo-mmy-“ I stutter as she curls her fingers gently to rub against my G spot, stopping any thought process from continuing. Her fingers were stretching my pussy as she curled them, the stretch didn’t hurt, but I was too damn close and yet I still needed more.

“I know, Tiyawn,” Her other hand is wrapped around my waist, keeping me up against the wall marui, that same hand tweaking my nipple since it had the length to do so. My left thigh was dangling off of that bicep and she had told me to hold my right thigh up and not let it fall, because if I did, she would stop, and I was too damn close to stop. But she was full of surprises as she added her third finger, going slow to get me used to it, I was going to come soon.

She leans back down to kiss my mouth and doesn’t waste time shoving her tongue back in. She disconnects our mouths and kisses down my jawline and down my neck, I could feel myself clenching in her fingers as she did, she chuckles lightly.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, huh?” She continues kissing down my neck and gets to my pulse point, allowing the fingers she had in me slow just to get her thumb to graze over my sensitive clit.

“Mommy!” I squeal and she coo’s. She’d purposely avoided my clit just to edge me as long as she could, her fingers were already massaging my insides well, but her rubbing on my clit was a sure way to make me come, but I knew better, I had to wait for her command.

“Hmm, come for me princess.”

She curls her fingers to do the come here motion again and the fire that trails from my cunt and through my body was incredible. I could feel myself clenching around her fingers so greedily, it was overwhelming in a good way. I could feel the slight sting of her fangs digging between my shoulder and neck as my vision turns white, my orgasms were always profound whenever they took the time to bite the sensitive skin there.

She’d woken me up with innocent caresses on my body, to which I wanted to push away, but she took her time with me, I knew Lo’ak couldn’t have been with us at that time since she’d started the morning off by kissing down my back, giving me goosebumps, and he would have joined in by then. She even took the time to make me a breakfast where she physically fed me, even with my protests of being capable of doing it myself, she only shushed me and occasionally ran her hand on my thigh.

“Focus baby girl,” She nuzzles her cheek into mine, never ceasing her ministrations, the palm of her hand was covered in my juices, the fingers inside still carefully grazing my G spot, thumb on my clit lazily running side by side. I whine at the sensitivity and try pulling my hips away but found it hard to since my back was still on the wall of our marui.

“Are you going to walk out again the next time you see Mommy and Daddy mating?” She asks so sensually in my ear that I moaned at the images flashing in my head, and yet she still hasn’t stopped moving in me, I moan loudly as my hips jerk from the sensitivity but she doesn’t stop, I have to shake my head at this point but the scenario plays in my head again.

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I’d learned how to wash linens the hard way, but wanted to get better at something to show my mates I wasn’t a complete waste of space and they didn’t have to worry about having a clean marui whenever they dived or hunted. It was challenging without the solar powered washing machines back at the compound, where there was multiple machines at my disposal. I’d folded everything nicely after it dried and placed it in a basket, somehow spacing out on my trek home, I’d managed to block out everything, until I lifted the curtain that was blocking the entrance of the marui and the sight before me makes me freeze.

Closer to the furthest wall from the entrance, I see Lo’ak inside of Tisreya, pumping his cock into her pussy pretty quick. He was efficient and was lightly grasping her neck as she held a hand over her mouth to stop herself from being vocal, Lo’ak was grunting but also restraining himself. Both of their eyes shut tightly as they marvel in the pleasure they are giving each other, their Kuru’s joined together, his hips snapping into her as she tries to meet them- I knew that drove me wild whenever he did it.

I couldn’t feel the basket in my hands anymore and look down to see I’d dropped it, I must have focused on them entirely to have let that happen, upon looking up, both sets of eyes are looking at me. Green and teal, staring back into my own, I could feel the thick silence as I find it hard to push the apology out of my throat. I feel like I’d been caught watching something I shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry-“ I mutter out as I quickly look down to avoid their eye contact. I don’t expect them to say anything so I turn around and run from the marui to give them the privacy they needed, ending up at the mini forest, climbing a tree to look at the ocean to have some kind of peace in myself.

I wasn’t jealous that they were having their own intimate time together, we all often needed a date or two away from the other person and I’m sure they’ve had sex before they came to me that night near the spirit tree. But being caught watching them do something so intimate as they could feel each others pleasure, just the two of them in that marui, made me feel less adequate and less able to fulfill my duties as their second mate. If anything, I felt like I had invaded their privacy for staying as long as I did, I’ll never be able to be as close as they could be with their ability to bond, fuck I’m pathetic.

After that day I’d been sleeping off to the side more, moving away if they touched me, waking up earlier than they do to start my day and making sure I spend enough time out of the marui to get home after eclipse,maybe this is the space they’d need to comfortably not be bothered. But Tsireya made sure it didn’t last long, in fact it only lasted four days, she’s good at noticing patterns and coming up with quick plans, plans like the one this morning.

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“Good girl,” She coo’s and thrusts her fingers back in harshly, not once having pulled them away, the tingle in my pussy had me wanting more and the slight sensitivity wants her to stop, but her fingers tickled my special spot just right that it was driving me feral.

“Mommy, w-wait,” I mutter but bite my lip as she gently does the come here motion again, I can’t even form a thought as she bites her own lip at the sight of me, my breath coming out labored and my moans falling from my lips now, I couldn’t stop them even if I tried.

“Look at your greedy pussy swallowing my fingers so easily, baby. You’re so wet my fingers slide in, look-“ She thrusts her fingers all the way in, the palm of it just leaning over top of my clit, her hand completely covering my pussy.

“Ugh!” I grunt and feel my hips moving as much as they could with the position I was in.

“Yeah, you look stupid right now.” Her own eyes are half lidded but I’m finding it hard to keep mine open. Her cheeks are a darker blue shade as she’d been at this since this morning.

“Mommy-“ I whine and she shoves her fingers all the way back in, palm covering my pussy.

“Take it baby.” She keeps her fingers shoved in my cunt without thrusting them and I whine at the feeling of fullness, until her palm rubs on my clit, her fingers moving against my special spot, and I kept my eyes shut, holding my right thigh up, nails digging in the underside of my own flesh but the sting wasn’t something I could feel.

“You’ve got another orgasm for mama, huh?” She asks rhetorically.

“Ca-can’t,” Is the only word I can muster enough energy for. I can feel myself being laid in the floor but her hand never stops rubbing my clit, fingers wiggling inside to stimulate me.

“Mama says you can.” Her eyes are dark, hazed over by her lust, I feel like I’m going to die.

“N-no, no-“ I start to disagree with her but stop myself when I can feel her other hand slowly rubbing the rim of my ass, still managing to hold me up against the wall of the marui, just flexing her wrist to reach her fingers inside.

“Oh mommy,” I sigh and she smirks at her success.

“You are such a good little girl for mommy, hmm?” All I could do was agree with a nod, eyes closed, I was already so close and she shoves the tip of her finger in my ass.

“Come,”

I don’t recall passing out, being cleaned, or even changing into my clothes again. But the hand that lightly rubbed my cheek was what made me open my eyes. The marui was dimly lit due to the curtains covering the marui’s entrances with the sun barely shining through. I could smell the soap she uses mixed with my own, she must have washed me after my orgasm.

“Here baby, drink some water,” She hands me a cup she had filled with water and I suddenly realize how thirsty I am, I take a long swig if water.

“How are you feeling?” She asks as she sits on her bum, legs crossed in front of her, her voice is soft and her eyes are showing worry, it makes me forget about the absolute mommy domme she could be.

“Better,” I smiled but couldn’t meet her eyes.

“I’ll need to head out and do my chores for the day, but Lo’ak should be here soon,” She reassures me and I nod. I haven’t talked to either of them at all these past four days, and aside from the mind blowing sex we just had, my one word answer was the only thing I’d responded to Tsireya with. She gets on her knees and stretches her hand to caress my cheek gently.

“You know I love you, yes?”

She’s scooted closer toward me and it makes me hold my breath knowing she was this close, I subconsciously gulp and wet my lips, her eyes dart down toward my lips but move back up quickly to look into my eyes. She leans down and meets my lips and I could feel warmth radiating in my chest. Just then I could hear the curtain at the tent ruffle and my nostrils are invaded with Lo’ak’s smell, it was so damn good, I had no idea what it was.

Tsireya disconnects our lips, caressing my cheek with her thumb, before letting go and standing up. I shamelessly watch her hips as she sashays them toward Lo’ak and briefly kisses him goodbye as she lifts the curtain at the entryway, looking back at us one last time.

“She’s all yours,” She stated and leaves.

“Hey you,” He smiles as he takes Tsireya’s place in front of me, on his knees from the start. His voice is a little deeper and the tattoo’s decorated around the fronts his ear are grasping my attention, he’s gotten them after passing his metkayina iknimaya, before his marriage to us, he’d even gotten a tattoo on his chin, he truly was irresistible.

“Hi,” I shyly responded, turning my eyes away from where I’d been staring, knowing his green eyes were still locked on me. I felt shy whenever he looked at me like this, like I meant everything to him, but I couldn’t mean much- not without a way to bond.

“What is it?” He asks and I look back at him. He knew what he was asking, but I didn’t know how to answer him, so I stayed quiet and shrugged instead.

“You can trust me, baby girl, with everything.” He expresses gently and reaches over to place my hand in his, sliding it up my arm to hold it. He wasn’t preventing me from escaping, on the contrary, this is how he shows he cares while giving us space. His grip wasn’t tight at all and his thumb caresses my arm- he’d picked that soothing technique from Tsireya. Then he sits with his bum on the floor and his legs crossed.

“I feel-“ I’d made the mistake of looking into his eyes and shut my mouth immediately, looking away again, snaking my hand out of his grip. I feel him grab onto my wrist harder before I’d completely slipped out from his grip, managing to sit me on his lap with one swift tug, facing him. He places one hand on the small of my back, keeping me there, the other on my cheek to stop me from looking elsewhere.

“Go on,” He stated and I had a hard time looking away from his eyes feeling hypnotized by them. “You feel-“ He stated again and I could feel my cheeks heating up at that.

“Inadequate.” I finished off, thinning my lips after, unsure of how he’d react. “As your mate,” I barely whispered and found the courage to look to the side, no longer able to stare at him.

“Why?” He asks.

“I can’t bond-“ I found myself answering without my voice shaking.

“Oh, Y/n,” He coo’s softly, I look up at him.

“I don’t need to bond with you to love you, to show you that I love you, to know you feel bothered by something, or to even read your thoughts my love.”

I’m sure my face of confusion was enough for him to explain himself, but a small smiled played on his mouth before he’d said anything, but I had to have some idea or my cheeks wouldn’t have been bursting into flames.

“Do you need me to show you like mommy did?” He asks and I’d honestly blanked on what he meant.

“Show me what?” I asked and he leans closely and I could swear my face was catching fire.

“How adequate you are.” He kisses my cheek and moves his way down toward my jawline, dragging his tongue across the opposite side where Tsireya had bitten me, they each had designated sides.

He’d taken the liberty of sliding my top off, kissing down my chest, attacking my rapidly pebbled nipples while slowly pushing me down onto the spongey floor of our marui.

“Lo,” I moan his nickname out for him to look backnup toward me, his eyes hazed with lust, flicking my inner thigh at the way I had just addressed him.

“Its Daddy or sir.” He corrects me and I bite my lip and nod in understanding.

“What do you say baby girl?” He asks while his fingers trail down toward my tewng, starting to fumble with the little bow Tsireya must have tied, his eyes never leaving mine as the tewng gets loose.

“S-sorry daddy,” I whimper at his smirk and he taps my hip, telling me to lift them up for him to take my tewng off. I plant my feet on the floor of our Marui and lift my hips as he slides it off quick.

“Yeah, thats what I like to hear,” He leans down to kiss me on my lips, sliding his tongue in while caressing mine, the battle for dominance never commencing since it was his. His fingers don’t take long to travel down toward my pussy and shoves two in without hesitation and I’m surprised at the slick I’d produced, and it probably helped that Tsireya prepped me beforehand with the two orgasms she’d given me.

Since his tongue was still shoved in my mouth I had no choice but to moan and lift my hips off the ground to protest that I didn’t need to be prepped for him.

“You’ll take what daddy gives you, yeah?” He grunts as he shoves a third finger in, but his hand is much larger in size than Tsireya’s, and although his fingers are thin, the orgasms I has beforehand weren’t making this stretch sting any less.

“It stings a bit, doesn’t it baby girl?” He asks and plants a kiss down on my inner thigh and it catches me off guard as to how he knew.

“Please-“ I pant while lifting myself on my elbows.

“You can have it,” Lo’ak teases with his voice, removing his fingers, but not without harshly pressing his fingers upward, running them out slowly , making me shudder as he pulls them out, bucking my hips pathetically as he did.

“But you have to ride.” He makes direct eye contact as he shoves his fingers, covered in my slick, down his mouth and groaning at the taste.

“Is that something you’re up for baby girl?” He asks, eye fucking me as his eyes rake down my body. I can only nod at his words, still feeling tired from the fuck of a lifetime Tsireya gave me.

“Stand up.” He orders and I stand on wobbly legs, unable to completely stand still, wanting to please him either way.

“Look at how wobbly your legs are, did Mommy play too rough with you?” He ask while laying down, taking his own tewng off at and throwing it off to the side. His cock leaned back toward his stomach, glistening in precome, the veins popping up and becoming noticeable, the freckles along the shaft shining in the semi dark marui.

“Are you going to stare at it all day, Tiyawn?” He asks as his own body is being held up by his elbows, I swallow thickly, shaking my head and working the courage to walk up to him.

It doesn’t take long before he takes both of my hands in his, I spread my legs wide and sink down slowly, taking one hand from his grasp and placing it on his shaft to guide it in my leaky cunt. I work the mushroom tip in bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“No, I want to hear you.” He pulls the skin of my chin down, effectively making me release my bottom lip.

“Different angle, feel it more-“ I focus on my words as he smiles, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, taking the liberty to place his on my hips.

“You can take more though, I can feel your slipper pussy wants more.” He pushes my hips down and I moan.

“Daddy!” It came out as a surprised squealy moan and he chuckles darkly to himself.

“You like the way that felt, and you’re dying for me to do this,” He swivels my hips, knocking his mushroom head tip on my G spot magically.

I couldn’t believe the sounds I was letting out as I let him control my range of motion, my knees felt like they were going to give out at any point, but I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle it.

“Your knee’s are getting weaker baby.”

“H-how do y-you know tha-at?” I asked while fighting the urge to be lost on him continuously swirling around on his dick.

“Because I don’t need the bond with you to know how you’re feeling, my love.” He leans down to capture my lips, thrusting slowly into my pussy, a bulge forming at the bottom of my stomach, I pat it gently and Lo’ak moans at the sensation.

“Daddy, you’re huge-“ I state as I’m drunk off his cock, feeling close to coming, but refusing to tell him.

“Can’t come yet til you can’t think- like a dumb slut-“ He thrusts harder, slamming his cock in me and I could feel my brain short circuiting.

“Y-you m-me-mean!” I stutter out as he continues thrusting it has me rolling my eyes in the back of my head. He lets out a surprised laugh but continues.

“I’ll keep fucking you dumb as many times as I have to so you know how much I love you.” He struggles to get his words out without grunting.

“Come for me baby,”

But surprisingly enough I felt different, the way I let go was so much stronger, I could feel myself giving him every piece of me, my body, my soul, my mind.

“Fucking great mother-“ Lo’ak states in shock. My chest feels heavy and I can feel a warmth fill my cunt up, having failed to realize he was still thrusting as my pussy kept coming. He doesn’t stop rubbing my clit and moans loudly, biting his lip harshly.

“You’re still coming, it feels so fucking good on my cock,” He whines and tries burying himself deeper inside, I’m almost blacked out but can see him enjoying himself, which was enough for me. I could see his belly and mid chest were now wet and it takes me by surprise to know I’d squirted.

“Oh my Eywa,” Lo’ak continues thrusting gently inside and comes himself, his own face contorted into pleasure, still rubbing my clit, taking the time to lean down and bite the skin between my neck and shoulder on the opposite side Tsireya had.

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Opening my eyes was a challenge. My lids felt heavy as hell and I’d almost given up on trying, but felt like I needed to wake up at the moment. My eyes take a second to adjust as I move them around to take a look at my surroundings since they don’t seem familiar at first. I knit my brows in confusion, taking this time to move my head to allow me to see the place better, and I had no idea where I was. I sit up but stop half way as a dull ache surges through my cunt, I hiss at the sensation immediately.

“Glad to see you’re awake,”

I turn to see Ronal weaving something as her eyes focus on me, she’s a very skillful tsahik, I wish I could weave like her. I must have been in her little healing hut, laying in a cot that had been set out, I take the time to sit on its edge.

“How long was I out?” I asked and she focuses her eyes back on her weaving as she changes the thread color quickly.

“Just two, almost three, eclipses.” She states as she cocks her head for me to see the evening sun, not quite eclipse, but soon. My eyes widen at the information she had stated.

“You know, you worried your mates after you wouldn’t wake. They must have put in some work to make you sleep as long as you did,” She smirks to herself, shoulders bobbing as she silently laughs, that fuckin hereditary smirk.

“Where are they?” I asked immediatly, as worry fills my features, she smiles softly at the sight and I swear I’d never seen her smile that way before.

“Sleeping.” She steps to the side to reveal the two of them cuddling, they must have been up for a while to have been tuckered out the way they were, and my heart further leaps as I notice the little space they’d subconsciously left between themselves for me.

“I told them to go home and rest for when you woke, but they said they didn’t want to leave you.” She stands and makes her way to me. I take the time to stretch and my legs spread out on their own accord and I see her checking my thighs.

“I put a salve to help heal the bruising you had there, it seems to have worked.” She smiles to herself. “I told them to be careful with the baby next time.” I’m taken aback at the comment.

“Did they watch your baby?” I asked as I notice him sleeping in the his little basket, his little eyes closed as he too sleeps peacefully.

“Your baby.” She states but the confusion is still there. “I don’t have a-“ I cut myself off as she closes her eyes with a soft nod after I’d looked down at myself and back toward her.

“B-but we, we only mated two nights ago,” I stutter. “You said so yourself-“

“Not from then.” She shakes her head and smiles softly once more. “From your first mating night. You are carrying the first tawtute-born hybrid. To be fair I found out when Lo’ak brought you in and he asked if I could check you inside as well. He was very worried when you passed out. I had to send Tonowari to fetch Tsireya so she’d know where you were.”

“But- but how is that possible?” I ask in disbelief.

“With the great mother anything is possible, even babies. I’m excited for my first grandchild.” She stated so sweetly.

I like seeing the way you handle the children very well and it makes my chest feel like its burning to see you with our children

Tsireya’s words from the night we first mated rings in my head. Our children. She had mentioned that if she were to become pregnant they would still be considered mine as well. I had only thought this extended toward mates and that was it, but seeing how excited and happy Ronal was, I was foolish to not believe it would extend to everyone.

“I can’t-“ I start shaking my head and she places a hand on my shoulder.

“Mawey,” She states simply. “You can.”

#avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #loak x tsireya #tsireya x y/n #loak x you

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The Dream - Chapter Nine.

Apologies the update is late, guys. I had one of my dearest friends home from America come and visit today, and I haven’t seen her for about ten years so it was good to sit and have a lovely long catch up with her! Thanks to those of you who are showing continued interest, even though I feel it has waned a little. In light of such, I’m going to lower the note count to 30 per chapter. Kinda don’t really know what else to do. 

I just hope people still love it and aren’t getting fed up. Maybe it’s too slow burn, I dunno, but at least this chapter brings them together in reality, so there’s that. I’ll just muddle along being an insecure mess, haha! 

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“So, why Utah, mano?” Bishop asked, getting a few more details from Angel over his impending mini-break for three and a half days a few hundred miles north.  

“Thought I’d embarrass myself on a snowboard again. I ain’t all that on actual snow, even though I do well on a dry slope.”  

“Ahh,” Bishop sounded, seeming surprised. “You still at that, even after breaking up with Lucy? I kinda thought it was only for her benefit, you actually moving other than to lift heavy things.” True, Angel had only taken up the sport because of his ex and her passion for it, however, he’d stuck at it upon realising he was actually reasonably decent.

“Ahem, aren’t you forgetting something?” He immediately side eyed the person who he knew would betray his reply, one Sharise Reyes who had piped up, and who did not disappoint. “That isn’t the only reason! He’s going to meet a fine little honey up there, aren’t you, Cassanova?”  

Coco couldn’t help himself. “Pfft, Cassanova. Our boy is more...” he paused, snapping his fingers. “What was that beat up, shitty little British import car was got in the other day?”  

Bishop began to hiss with laughter immediately. “A Vauxhall Nova!”  

“Yeah,” Coco grinned. “He that.”

“Fuck all of y’all,” Angel spat, sinking a shot of tequila as his friends roared laughing. “And you, with your big yap!” he then added to Sharise, who just grinned with mirth.  

“So, who’s the chula, homes?” Coco asked, ready to fire out a little more razzing.

“Just a girl I got talking to on Insta initially, so yeah, gonna go up and meet her.” Only his brother and Sharise knew the truth, and as far as he was concerned, that was the way it would stay.  

Coco’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah? Lemme get a peep at her.”  

Angel took out his phone, finding a picture she’d sent him the other day of her new hair, having it chopped just above her shoulders and highlighted with blonde tones. Turning the screen to him, he smirked at witnessing Coco’s eyes practically fall out of his skull.  

“Damn, she fine as hell. What the fuck does she see in your crusty ass?” He received a raised middle finger for that comment, laughing hard as he handed Angel his phone back. Not even the razzing he received from everyone assembled at the table could dent him, though. He couldn’t wait to meet Keri in the flesh.  

As for the girl herself, she was utterly fizzing with excited nerves, looking forward to spending just over three days with him, which would have been just two, had she not had a study day on Friday, and only one lecture to get to on Monday afternoon. Her idea of a study day would be to take him snowboarding with Frankie and Rachel, Keri loving that it was something they had in common.

Every so often, though, a little flare of anxiety would streak through her, wondering if he, at thirty-six, would be content with hanging out with a bunch of twenty-two-year-olds, in the times where it wasn’t just them. Also, what if he didn’t like her in the flesh? What if the ease they felt towards one another only existed in their dreams?  

“Hey, can I get an answer here?”  

David’s words roused her from her thoughts, looking over to see him holding up two boxes of cereal.  

“Those, please,” she replied, pointing at the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He placed them in the cart, locating Meryl’s chocolate and coconut granola and tossing the bag in, turning back to Keri. He’d finished early from work, collecting his stepdaughter at college and heading to the store so Meryl didn’t have to once she was done with her long day.  

“You seem a little distant this evening.”  

“Sorry,” she smiled, turning the corner of the aisle, picking up their regular brand of olive oil. “I’m just anxious about Angel coming up.”  

He made a silent ‘ah’ face, nodding in understanding. “You know, little, I’m glad you at least confided in me about him visiting, so I know where you’ll have disappeared to all weekend. Good plan too, having him stay at Frankie and Jaime’s with you. I know you have your unique time with him, but still, you don’t know him. Much safer, having your buddies close by. Frankie sure is efficient with that baseball bat, from all the home runs I remember her scoring on the high school team.”  

“Let’s hope he doesn’t turn out to be someone who needs to be Lucille’d, minus the barbed wire, huh?” she laughed, referencing one of the favourite TV shows, The Walking Dead.  

“No!” he exclaimed, picking up crackers. “Cheese or seeded?”

“Both, toss ‘em in!” She spied the brand of dried strawberry cookies she loved, placing those in as well, looking back up at David. “You’re not gonna tell her, are you?”

“Psht! Of course, I’m not! I’ll let you get your first meet with him over, decide if you feel like you’re gonna see him again, and then you can tell her. Yeah, she’ll likely be pissed that I didn’t share it with her, but we know how she is. She worries; she’s your mom, she loves you to death. Just make sure you check in with me a couple of times, though, so I know you’re alright.”

“Of course, I will.” She promised, continuing down the aisle. Looking at her watch, she despaired of herself, counting the hours. Fifty and a half to go, and he’d be landing in Provo at 6:30pm on Thursday. Seven hundred and eighty miles south, and someone else was feeling a few trepidations about that time, too.  

“You're nervous, aren't you? C'mon you can tell me, I won't say anything to EZ,” said Sharise, she and Angel sitting outside of the clubhouse together, enjoying the last of the warmth before the temperature dipped.

“I don’t know if nervous is the right word. Like, I’m not nervous about meeting her because she’s a girl I’m into, and I wanna see if there could be something there, but I am about what it’s all stemmed from. I dunno if that makes any sense to anyone else, but it does to me.”  

His revelation landed well with her, Sharise taking the blunt she had rested behind her ear and lighting it up. “I hear you, Angel. It’ll further cement her existence in reality, or more pertinently, your reality. I can imagine it’s s prospect that’s making your head spin, despite the fact you’re chatting to her regularly. Meeting her makes it a hundred percent real, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it, Bob.” He hesitated for a minute, Sharise side eyeing him as she passed the blunt.  

“What else, Angel?”

He took a long drag, holding the smoke tightly in his chest, steadily exhaling it again in a thick plume down his nose. “I kinda don’t know how to play it. We say we’re just friends and shit, but it’s obvious that there’s a little more there. Attraction at the very least. She’s shy, though, and I don’t know how to be around shy women. I ain’t being arrogant, but I’m not used to that.”  

“That’s not arrogant, I mean you’re right, they do usually throw themselves at you and you have to do very little to instigate that. Just let Keri take the lead, hold back, add about a half pound of subtlety to your flirting. Be charming without being like a sexual A bomb going off.” Her hand gripped his shoulder, stroking his arm. “I have faith in you. See where it all goes, and if she seems comfortable, then there you go. I know you’re not always the best at picking up on subtleties...”  

He was immediately affronted, interrupting to voice such. “Hey, I can read cues!”

She scoffed softly, taking the blunt back from him. “A skill that’s entirely dependent on your alcohol intake, so just keep that to a minimum and you’ll be fine. Like I said, I have faith in you.”

“I’m glad someone does.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, resting his head to hers. If he had a best friend in the world, they came as a pair. His brother and Sharise. That night, he arrived home at 1am, crawling into bed and falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, finding himself in a dream.  

He walked a sunny beach, the wet sand warm and squidgy beneath his bare feet, seeing a figure standing further along the shoreline.  

“Nice ocean, huh?” Keri turned to him, smiling, reaching to give him a hug.  

“Yeah, it is.” She looked out over the crystal blue sea, her eyes finding the waves, the sunlight making the green hues in her hazel eyes sparkle like pale emeralds. “So, we meet up for real tomorrow. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda shitting myself.”

He laughed softly, a little grunt through his nose. “Why? It’s only me, and you do sort of know me a little bit already.”

She shrugged within his embrace. “I guess that’s true, but still.”

“You’ll be fine, we both will. It’ll be weird though, won’t it? Weird but good.”  

She was about to reply, but the dream changed suddenly, a large wave appearing out of nowhere and breaking onto the beach, pulling her beneath the water. Angel looked all around for her, running to the ocean and diving in, searching beneath the water for her to no avail. He then felt a pull within his abdomen, opening his eyes to see himself back in the white bedroom.  

Turning to his side, he saw her there, curled up asleep. He reached over, stroking her head with the back of his knuckle, Keri not stirring. He felt calm settle over him, slipping from the dream into undisturbed sleep.  

By the time the day of his departure came, he was a picture of chilled, merely experiencing little ripples of excitement rushing through him every time he thought about it throughout the morning. Keri, however...

“Beets! You're gonna have the college billing you for the groove you’re wearing in the carpet. Come sit, fuck! You’re exhausting me just witnessing the pacing!”

Up and down the study suite Keri paced, nerves twisting through her, little pulses of energy she had no idea how to get rid of or redirect making her feel nauseous. “I’m nervous, alright?”

Frankie tilted her head back, amusement playing her features. “Oh, really? I could never tell.”

“This is not the time for sarcasm,” she pouted, her wrist being caught as she was promptly steered into a seat.

“No, but it is the time for calming you down a little,” she spoke, grasping her hands, her thumbs stroking her knuckles. “So, what’s the plan? You gonna meet us at The Lounge later, or just head back to ours and bang the pull out into a brand-new shape?”

“Frances!”

She snort laughed immediately. “Oh god, you called me by my actual name. Must be bad!”

“What if he doesn’t like me?”

Frankie was even further entertained by that. “Sure, he’s flying over seven hundred miles to meet a girl he doesn’t like.”

“You know what I mean!” Keri pulled herself back then, taking a breath. “Sorry, that was a little sharp.”

She received a shrug, Frankie knowing well how wound up she could get. “S’okay.”

“You know what I mean though, right? What if he thinks I’m a total calamity?”

“You are a total calamity, beets. This is why we love you, though. I’m sure Angel will find that endearing. Just try not to spill anything on him.”

Her eyes widened instantly. “Oh god, don’t jinx me!”

Frankie clapped as she threw her head back, laughing hard. “You’re adorable, I swear. For real, though, try to calm down a little, save you making yourself all jittery. I would say let’s go for a few drinks, but you’re driving. I dunno, maybe do some deep breathing exercises?”  

“I think taking my mind off it might work, either that or I need to go and jog around the campus, rid myself of this nervous energy.”

“Nope, you’ll get all sweaty.” Ahhh, she made a good point. “Okay, I’m choosing Instagram funnies.” Frankie was glad to get a few laughs out of her, but she saw it clearly, the fact that beneath the cheerful veneer, she was still panicking. That mood lasted long into the early evening, too.

“What if he only wants to meet up so he can bang me?” she put to her friends, sitting with them in The Lounge, waiting for the time she had to leave. Twenty-two minutes and sixteen seconds. Yes, she was down to counting the seconds tick by.  

“Then is he really any great loss?” Jaime put to her.

“Alright, I guess that’s sensible.” Silence passed, Frankie and Jaime waiting on it, for they knew there’d be further musings added. “What if he takes one look at me, turns and walks away?”

Frankie snorted. “Now you’re just being ridiculous! You have that man all over your Insta, telling you how pretty you are, and all over you in your dreams, for crying out loud! Look, I know it’s early, but why don’t you leave now, get there nice and early, have a coffee, try not to spill it on yourself, and just woosah for a little while?”  

Woosah? She’d require about ten shots of tequila all sunk one after the other to achieve such a state of relaxed ambience, but agreed that Frankie’s idea was a good one, giving them both a hug before departing. Keri was glad to have taken that advice, the traffic absolutely hellish, since a burst pipe had meant the usual route she’d have taken to the airport now incurred a detour, one which crawled slowly, such was the volume of rerouted traffic.  

“Calm and easy, calm and easy.” she repeated to herself, trying not to think he’d be wondering if she’d stood him up, since the traffic meant she’d be arriving ten minutes after he’d landed. After parking, she hurried through the airport over to the correct terminal, finding it and seeing the gate had been shut, meaning all passengers had alighted. He was there, somewhere.  

“Hey, pretty girl.” Right behind her. That was where he was.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” she cried, turning and then feeling her heart practically catapult out of her chest, witnessing him in the flesh for the first time. God, he was even more attractive in person. It made her feel weak inside, like it was finally confirmed to her. He was real, right there in front of her.  

“You walked past me, I was coming back from fetching my bag. Anyway, there's something more important here. I haven't been hugged yet.” Placing his bag down on the floor, he smiled down at her, opening his arms. It felt beyond strange to have her sink into them in reality, the whole situation hitting him in the chest, but god, it was wonderful.  

She fitted perfectly against him, just tall enough in her boots for him to be able to rest his chin atop her head as he held her, thinking to himself how tiny and cute she was, even more so than her pictures had shown.

As they stood there, content in each other's embrace, they didn’t speak, both a little spooked out at the craziness of it. After everything, there they were, the utterly inconceivable had drawn them together in reality, and for that moment, time stood perfectly still. They were more than happy to let it, too.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes smut #angel reyes x ofc #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[mrultra100]

Alright, if I can be real with you all, one of the animals that I want to see the most show up in Prehistoric Planet season 2 is Ocepechelon. I’m not sure if any of y’all that don’t know aren’t ready for what this species looks like, but I’m very, very, VERY happy to show it off.

You folks might wanna strap in for a bit, but this is gonna be a doozy....

...What’s that? You people think this was some sort of ancient crocodile with a broken snout? Well, I really wouldn’t blame any of you, as not only were the scaly buggers extremely common back in Maastrichtian times, a good few species were found in this guy’s native range (the Ouled Abdoun Basin). However, something tells me that your folks AREN’T ready for what this guy really was.

Are you all ready?....

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd.......

(Art made by Charlene Letenneur)

Yeah, that’s right; This thing was a frickin’ SEA TURTLE...with a SNOOT. Not only that, this guy was also one of the largest seas turtles that we know of. Even dwarfing the leatherbacks of today. Don’t believe me? Take a look and see how massive this absolute unit was.

While not as big as the largest specimens of Archelon, Ocepechelon was still a big boi, easily being alot bigger than the leatherback turtles of today’s oceans. With that in mind, you might think that this species fed on a similar diet to its relatives to get that big. Well, guess again! As if this Pingu-looking bastard wasn’t already full of surprises, it still has one MORE to give to the world. Guess what it was.

C’mon, guess. The clue should be obvious enough...

That’s right... Sometime during the history of life on our planet, there was a sea turtle that not only had the snoot of either a beaked whale or pipefish...it also fed in the SAME. EXACT. WAY as them. Evolution is one hell of a drug in terms of looks, but if it helps with a creature’s own survival, Mother Nature is allowed to trip balls as damn well as she pleases.

Now, with that said, I think I know just where in Season 2 would be perfect for this lovechild between a leatherback sea turtle and a beaked whale.

Not only did one of my own predictions came true (I.E., the baitball scene of my dreams), this presents a great opportunity for Ocepechelon to show up in the series. The following scenario presents itself as such.

(Art made by HodariNundu)

66 million years ago, in what would be the Ouled Abdoun Basin, the seas off of the north African coast were teeming with life, especially great big schools of fish. One such example would be a massive school of Enchodus. Huge schools of these prehistoric relatives of lancetfish would be a potential feast for massive ocean predators. Huge marine reptiles like Zarafasaura, along with large sharks like Squalicorax, would lead the chase, causing the baitball to be packed tighter and tighter together. It’s then where more and more predators join in for the great feast; Stratodus (A large, predatory fish with a long and flexible body), seagoing pterosaurs like Alcione and Tethydraco divebombing from the skies above to grab a beakful, a gharial-like mosasaur in the form of Gavialimimus, and other such predators, all working together to wear down the moving feast. And for any stray fish that somehow managed to escape the many jaws of the first few waves of arrivals, they’re suddenly sucked in by a large, darkish grey snout-like mouth. A lone Ocepechelon, accompanied by his entourage of small fish that stay by him for protection, has slowly swam into the feeding frenzy up above, picking off any stranglers that avoided the jaws of the other predators. The male turtle, as with many others of his kind, is cool with taking it slow and easy, being content with snacking on the few remaining stranglers that survived the previous waves of of hunters, all starting to get their fill as the baitball not only starts to get very small, but also starting to leave. As the other predators all leave the scene, the Ocepechelon is more than happy to suck up the rest of the Enchodus, leaving only but a few shimmering scales as he himself, along with his own school of fish, heads out into the big blue beyond.

That (frankly long) description is how I’d imagine how a segment featuring Ocepechelon would play out in Prehistoric Planet. Given how we finally got the teaser trailer for Season 2, it shouldn’t be long before we get more news on this batch of brand-new episodes. And who knows? Maybe out Pingu-snouted friend here will grace the world with his mere presence. I’m certainly bracing for it as we speak.

#prehistoric planet #Ultra Ramblings #ocepechelon #sea turtle #paleontology #Youtube

[softsnzstuff]

Streamer Eddie sick with a cold, he usually is the one with the better immune system than steve, but people can tell he’s sick because he sounds different than when he’s dealing with allergies

Y’all know me too well… I’m a simp for sick Eddie 🥺

****

Eddie sat sideways in his streaming chair, legs dangling off the armrest. He was lounging today in sweatpants and an oversized Guns N Roses tee, phone in hand.

“I posted on Instagram the other day for you to send me your confessions and snFF let me say, some of you are heathens.”

The man scrolled through his phone. “I’m keeping all these anonymous. This person says they crushed up some flowers and fed it to their neighbor… what the hell.” He laughed.

“You accidentally cheated on your boyfriend with… with your cousin????? DUDE! How do you not know thahhh that H’ikt’CHEW! Isshiew! H’ngt’chiew!”

Bless you!

Are you sick?

Wtf man, your cousin??

“I’m snf fine guys. Just allergies or something…”

“Or something” 🤨

“This next person says they snfff hit a girl in the face with a dodgeball when they were kids. And the girl wears glasses now!”

Eddie laughed again, “You guys, these are so bad. I’m going to hell for laughing at them.”

He scrolled some more, “Asked my neighbor when she was due and she isn’t effing pregnant.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped and he looked at the camera. “Come on dude, that’s like the golden rule. You never ask that! Sheesh.”

He shook his head and kept scrolling, rubbing pretty aggressively at his nose.

“Eht’SCHIEW!” He sniffed thickly, “Fuck, sorry. Something mbust really be getti’g to mbe.”

Are you sure you’re not sick??

Those sound like his sick sneezes, idk

The long haired man reached over and muted himself while he turned away and blew his nose. When he turned around, he squinted at the chat.

“What do you mean ‘those sound like sick sneezes’??” Eddie rolled his eyes and kept scrolling. “I accidentally killed my friends hamster when I was watching it, so I just replaced it with a very similar hamster.”

They sound different. Your sneezes. The allergy ones are more….idk fittish

WAS THE HAMSTER THING PREMEDITATED??

Your sick sneezes sound like. Wetter??? TMI I know

Not you switching out hamster corpses wtf

“Wetter? You guys are weird. I’m not sick. It’s probably just- H’ikt’sssch! Tssch’IEW! HRZ’schiEW! Fuck…”

He had pulled his shirt collar over his nose, grimacing at the slight dampness to it. “Damn you guys and your observant behavior. ‘Wetter’ my ass.” He grabbed some more tissues to wipe his nose.

Didn’t Steve have a cold last week?

^^^^

Case cracked boys, time to go home.

Eddie rolled his eyes at the screen, laughing, “You guys are so dumb.”

Just then, the door opened and Steve walked in, wearing plaid pajama pants and one of Eddie’s old tees. “Hey can I join? I want to hear peoples deepest darkest secrets.”

“Always!” Eddie pulled up a chair for Steve to join. “Ha! This one says they snuck a live frog into their prom and released it on the king and queen.”

“That’s so funny oh my g-”

“H’aesshEW! Hikt’schEW! Hxxt’CHEW! … Jesus Christ!”

“You okay Eds? You sound like you’re getting a cold.”

Eddie turned and looked directly into the camera, already knowing the chat was going to give him shit.

“Alright, stream over.”

#s/tranger t/hings #streamer AU #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #ask box #snzblr #steddiesnz #sickfic #streamer!eddie

[kelpiemomma]

god damn, the last... five days? friday, saturday, sunday, yesterday, today.... idk, four and a half days? have reminded me of why i try my best to NOT make plans lmaooo

Thursday I logged off of tumblr on my mobile

Friday i played halo with my dad all day and he said “you have to go upstairs and play a word game. also will you go to utah with your mom to pick up a package since I’m sick and I can’t go.” so I said yes. The word game? Picking “Kasper” or “Kyzer”. Asked my mom why there were names on the fridge and she said “it’s a social experiment >:/” and we went to Utah that night. Didn’t get in until 1 am. Side note: planes are a testament to man’s hubris and I HATE them. I am so scared of flying y’all. I’ll do it, I am ceaselessly terrified when I am on them. I have been flying since I was WEE LITTLE and I still hate them.

Saturday mom and I both got about 2 hours of sleep between the horrible hotel pillows, people making noise all night, and I... caught up on a manga when I should’ve been sleeping :,) ate breakfast, checked out of the hotel, got our rental car, and started an all-day journey. Turns out- I was right! We were picking up a 4 and a half month old puppy due to a family being unable to keep him. Genuinely no fault of their own, they were not a bad home for him at all- as my dad said in a facebook reply to someone, they WERE the greater home for him but due to certain circumstances (that I don’t need to share here lmao) he needed to find a new home. His former owner and her oldest son cried when we put him in the rental- it was very sad. He was their first dog. We promised to give them lots of updates on him and said they’re free to drop by our place if they’re ever near us. And then we drove home. We were in the rental from 8 am mountain time until 11 pm mountain time. I napped somehow- normally I can’t sleep for shit in cars. I drove the last four hours home, mom drove the rest of the time, and it was rainy as fuck.

Sunday we tried to recover. Dad’s sick, mom is getting sick - she had major congestion in Utah - the new puppy is getting used to his new home, a friend brought his kids over and got lunch with dad. We went out and saw Dani and gave each other the “big yikes” eyes because there has been no progress at the trainer’s place in regards to arenas, stalls, or shade structures. The horses had empty bags in their stalls. All the buckets were half full at MOST. We dropped off one bale of hay, said we’d be picking Dani up the next weekend, and left. I had a bad feeling about it so I said I’d go back out tomorrow (Monday) and check on things.

Yesterday, I stop by the pharmacy to update my insurance and get my prescription called in as well as schedule a vaccine. Stopped and had lunch, went back home to get my car charger (thank god i did) and then drove out to see Dani. No horses had been fed, it was 2 pm, a certain and cow had NO water, most of the horses were nearly OUT of water (and they were ALL dirty as fuck), and several stalls were severely fucked up. One horse had a cut on its chest that had unfortunately already dried but definitely should’ve been stitched, none of the stalls were cleaned... I ended up cleaning and filling waters for an hour and a half (after taking a video of what I’d arrived to), my parents came out to pick up Dani, they’re BOTH sick as fuck, they’ve got the two younger dogs with them so those two had to be tied to a trailer because we ended up FEEDING the trainer’s horses since she’s on vacation. A pair of people who were supposed to be feeding and whatnot arrived and the older of the pair assumed I was the other person who was supposed to be feeding, watering, and cleaning- she did not ask who I was, she just introduced herself (I already knew her so I didn’t bother introducing myself in turn, plus I was dehydrating, in the sun, and pissed off about the condition I’d found the horses in- I was drinking well water the entire time I was there because I hadn’t expected to be doing chores) and asked if I’d given Dani grain. Because I’d given my horse hay she’d assumed I would be feeding all the horses- without knowing who I was, thinking I was the other girl, apparently I “looked young” (the excuse she gave the trainer later on) not that she really got close enough to look at me. -Anyway, my sick parents ended up hauling 12 horses and 1 cow 50lb bags of cubes for them to eat in weather that was 100 degrees and better, we’re all sweating, I’m trying to talk to the trainer- it was a hot fucking mess. We got everything taken care of, moved a horse in a stall that was pretty much about to fall, and went home with Dani in the trailer at like. 5, 5:30. Pretty sure my frustration came out when I was talking to the trainer, because she told me that the woman who’d come out with her daughter claimed to have given Dani a supplement bag “yesterday evening before a barrel race” and I was like. Nope. No the fuck she didn’t. Because there were eight full bags when I left yesterday at 2 in the afternoon, and when I arrived today at 2 in the afternoon there were still 8 full bags and her hay bale hadn’t been touched. This is shit I pay attention to- it doesn’t matter how much I trust someone, I am absolutely anal about their feed. I don’t give a shit if they eat at 5 am and 10 pm, as long as they’re getting FED. Pretty sure between 2pm Sunday and 2pm Monday, Dani wasn’t fed.

Today, Dad is even worse than before. I went with mom to pick up the car from the body shop, she took dad to urgent care (no covid, no flu, possible bronchitis or pneumonia), then she got home, took a shower, and immediately had to grab my brother so they could go to small claims court over the accident that someone’s child caused several months back (in april) and they didn’t try to file for damage to their vehicle until last month (july) because they lied about the accident, said my bother caused it (literally impossible in the way they described- if you know the area and think for two seconds about how the cars were damaged, there’s no way their story could’ve happened), and my mother refuses to file a claim against our own insurance for something we didn’t do. When she gets home we have to run the truck to the dealership because apparently it’s now having issues, and then she has to go back to work tomorrow after running around the last three days when she should’ve been resting.

So. A nice reminder of why I don’t make my own plans. Something always comes up and I am a sucker for helping out. Seeing all of the trainer’s horses pisses me off though- she has more than she can afford and she’s on vacation. Ugh. She’s taken more vacations in the last year than I have in the last 4.

Anyway. That’s that. I’ve made the decision to no longer use tumblr on my phone, I need to have time away from it. I’m going to try not to be on it as much anyway until I finish Arms Outstretched and Jumping the Rail- I’d like to get them done or at least updated before September comes and I lose all my time to work. Not much else going on except the xbox is running and I can finally play my comfort games again ♥

#kelp tracks #holy SHIT the last few days have been a clusterfuck #also i came back to see a bunch of likes and fam those are nice but friendly reminder reblogs help out EVERYONE a lot more #kelpie is still tired and frustrated after yesterday and is getting congested #hopefully she is not getting sick #anyway i'm back kinda. only gonna be using desktop tumblr to give myself a break from the addiction lol

[scmsdivinecultists]

What your fave SCM god says about you

I read one psychology article and now I’m all knowing. Hope at least one of these points apply to you simps

If your favourite is Leon, you are one of the following:

Youngest child

Outcast or the “popular” kid

Daddy issues

Your childhood dream was either to be royalty or be rich

You hyperfixate to many things

You might say ur not charismatic but you’ve had at least more than 1 person you rejected a love confession to

“You’re wrong, I’m right, shut up.”

You don’t fall in love easily but once you do, you fall hard

You like smug bastards or you have a bondage fantasy

Your favourite voltage game is one of the following: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder, Court of Darkness, Masquerade’s Kiss, or Kings of Paradise

You have fairy lights in your room filled with pictures or posters

You had a massive friend group but at least 5 people have left from then to now

You cling onto memories like they’re a lifeline

You have the latest phone or more than 3 leisure electronics

If your favourite is Scorpio:

You can’t be any taller than 5′6

You probably listen to bands and can’t go anywhere without your headphones

Really creative

Your favourite Shakespeare play was Hamlet or Macbeth

Have had or is going through an emo phase

Hates writing essays

Have 3 best friends max

You have definitely bought albums, posters, or merch of your faves

ur probably a weeb

you’ve broken a bone or you’re very knowledgeable in the medical field/how to harm the human body for some reason

dark humour is the best humour

Your friends are very concerned for you because of said humour

You like watching people play Monopoly bc of the chaos

into so many fandoms that you know the lore of your faves more than you know the material you learn at school

If your favourite is Teorus:

You are an only or youngest child

Spoiled

Daddy/Mommy issues

Abandonment issues

You feel like you fade into the background/don’t contribute much to the group

You feel like you are often forgotten

You’re close with your cousins

You probably have a pet

Taylor Swift or 1D for life

Have definitely threatened to kill or beat someone up despite you intimidating no one

You want to play an important role but you are so not the leader type

You like Ouran Host Club

You like the outdoors

You probably like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Your favourite disney princess is Rapunzel or Cinderella

If your favourite is Huedhaut:

You are definitely a romantic

You’re not an air sign (Gemini, Aquarius, or Libra)

You’re a moron or you make bad decisions and Hue is there to help balance that out

Chances are you read more fanfic than actual books

Your system is 70% caffeine

For some reason you have lots of random trivia

Have you considered therapy for your suppressed trauma?

Dungeons and Dragons fan

You’re really into alcohol or you despise it

Loyalty is the trait you admire most

You want to feel like a sassy and classy bitch but you gave up after 2 days

Your favourite ship trope is enemies to lovers or slow burn

A lot of pent up angst but you hide it 

you put other people > yourself bc you don’t want them to make the same mistakes you did

Why do you have so many memes saved?

Why do you have reaction pictures for everything?

If your favourite is Dui:

You’re probably not into guys

FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT

Either you’re a precious sunshine child or you are the most fucked up human in your friend circle

You have a choking kink

You either take sides in fights or you’re the middle ground

You make lots of threats but no one is acc taking them seriously

You probably are a massive manipulator

You’re psychotic and have violent tendencies 

Your best friend lives far away from you/ you have an internet friend that gets you more than your IRL ones

You say honesty is the best policy but you lie the most

Everyone comes to you for advice but you think you’re the most mentally unstable

You have identity issues and u change ur mind all the time 

Whatever you were as a kid, you’re probably the opposite of that now

If your favourite is Ichthys:

You are attached to the characters with the most trauma

You must not be a clean freak or your room is equally as messy as Ikky’s

Oldest or middle child (either way u have siblings) 

Never got to go to an amusement park as a kid 

Want attention/didn't get enough attention as a kid

You want Ichthys’ parents to adopt u bc they are the family stability you crave

Unresolved trauma and definitely not mentally stable 

You liked dinosaurs as a kid

You had pet fish as a kid and they all died bc you overfed them

Using anything else to escape ur reality 

Cartoons > real life actors

Probably hate seafood or afraid of the sea (ironic as it is)

Nostalgia is your best friend

Hurt/Comfort is your favourite AO3 tag

You collect random shit or you have a memory box

You are the reason child leashes were invented

You got into real dangerous situations as a kid and you’re wondering how you lived through that

Your comfort characters all got it the worst or are dead

If your favourite is Zyglavis:

How are those high expectations treatin ya? 

You either want to get into medical, sciences, or law

When you were younger you got enrolled in extra classes (swimming, piano, ballet, etc)

Your parents encouraged creativity until you got older and they told you to choose a more “realistic” goal

Good grades = everything and you’ll pull all-nighters to finish tasks or assignments

Former gifted student 

The actual smart kid in class 

YOU HAVE SELF ESTEEM/CONFIDENCE ISSUES

80s are not good enough for you or your parents

Overachiever for any reason 

Sleep? What is sleep?

A dom or a brat

You have strict parents or you have had pretty loose rules growing up

You had a lot of friends in grade school and now you have like 4 friends

You are no longer human, you’re just a walking husk of stress

If your favourite is Krioff:

You want to fuck one of Krioff’s family members

You have siblings

A pyromaniac or deathly afraid of fire

Commitment issues

You watch or ur a sports fan

You own an iPhone 6

You’ve ate forbidden items or you’ve thought about it (the fish tank pebbles, erasers, glass, slime, etc)

Everyone thinks you’re the awkward kid but no you’re just shy

You actually like the ocean waves

Once people get to know you, they got a whole thing coming for them

You either suck at driving or can’t drive

A great listener but you don’t feel like you give good advice

Conflict is a no no for you

You definitely had a glow up

You’ve befriended the seniors growing up

You either don’t like kids or you love them

You have a sweet tooth and everyone questions how you are not diabetic with the amount of sweets you’ve consumed

If your favourite is Aigonorus:

You’re either an insomniac or a hypersomniac. Whichever one, you don’t know how much sleep is enough sleep

You’re probably a sub

Commitment or abandonment issues

Desperate for validation and appreciation

touch/love/attention starved

You have a stuffed animal collection or you still have those childhood stuffed animals

You love the idea of love but you are not ready to deal with breakups

You wish you didn’t care but you care too much

Your aesthetic is cutecore

Probably into maid cat boys

Studio Ghibli or Sanrio stan

Comfort > style anyday

You only own sneakers nothing else

If your favourite is Partheno:

You’re definitely not into just guys 

You’re a drama kid and you are here for the tea whether it involves you or not

you have the receipts for everything

You were the one kid that played “family” or “house” every recess

no one knows where you get all your cute shit but it serves

have been suspected of witchcraft or considered the dark arts

Stole makeup from your fam as a kid and played with it

HIDE THE TRAUMA. HIDE THE PAST.

You already have a senior quote picked out

You’re either really horny or you just want to cry over how much you love so and so

“Why do men-”

You really want to own that Partheno doll in that one CG

Your most used social media app is Instagram or Snapchat

Your favourite demon brother from Obey Me is most likely Asmodeus 

If your favourite is Tauxolouve:

Your favourite KBTBB guy is either Baba or Mamo

You’re into music or theatre

Your ideal date is to go to an opera or a museum

You say you like/dislike something but end up changing ur mind later or when you try it out

In your opinion, the music nowadays is just not it

You recently found a receipt from Walmart for something you bought 5 months ago

Anniversaries are important

When making decisions, you pick the worst possible one

Your most expensive clothing items are your shoes or jewelry

You wish you could attend a ball and marry into royalty, like Cinderella

You like the idea of soulmates or string of fate 

Obviously or secretly insecure/self deprecating but you’ll raise all hell if your loved ones talk shit abt themselves

You want your partner to propose first

You like the underrated characters or your favourite characters are unappreciated

If your favourite is Karno you are:

You have childhood trauma, some of you are just not aware of it

You’re the parent of the group

You enjoy ships that have a mom/dad dynamic

Either you’re banned from the kitchen or you’re the one banning people from the kitchen

You were threated with the slipper or you threaten with the slipper

As a kid, you enjoyed Dora or Ni Hao Kai Lan

Your favourite trope is the found family trope

Either you’re an example to your family or you keep getting compared to other kids

An angel around the family but a chaotic bastard with others

You’re probably into some really kinky shit

You like Dangonronpa

Spiritual or religious

Probably had an imaginary friend 

You decided you were gonna turn your life around after reading/watching something and went back to the hot mess you were in 3 days

#admin san #y’all getting fed well today damn #all i wrote was a few points in the server now i made a whole post abt it #so tell me was i right or wrong #im just guessing id be suprised if i called u hoes out accurately #i feel so powerful :) #star crossed myth #scm #scm zyglavis #scm scorpio #scm tauxolouve #scm leon #scm teorus #scm karno #scm krioff #scm ichthys #scm partheno #scm aigonorus #scm huedhaut #scm dui #scm headcanons

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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[sammysvanfeet]

Summer Wine || Cowboy Sammy

Smutty Saturday! Sam Kiszka x Reader :) Cowboy AU Listen to Summer Wine by Nancy Sinatra while reading!

Word count: 2.8k

*WARNINGS*: MINORS DNI!!! objectification, misogyny, alcohol, mentions of a weapon, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, stealing, probably terribly inaccurate depictions of ranch life

The hot summer sun in Montana could be brutal. Most of the ranch hands were desperately trying to escape the sweltering heat before they could risk passing out, but we had work to do, herding the animals and repairing the fences that were destroyed in last week's thunderstorm. I hated that as the only woman at Allen Farm I had to prove myself and work twice as hard as some of these good for nothing cowboys. I refilled my canteen, removing my hat to wipe the sweat off my brow.

“Why don’t ya come join us, sweetheart? A couple shots a whiskey and you’ll be nice and loose for us?” An older man by the name of Earl hollered. He was the oldest among us, balding with a beer gut and a couple of missing teeth.

“Tempting… I’ll pass.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re real uptight, missy. Let me show ya a good time.” He replied, earning whistles and cheers from the men around him.

I stormed away, followed by the fading catcalls of the lazy assholes that sat in the shade drinking instead of working. I headed to the main structure where I knew the foreman and his wife would be, they were getting on in years now and seemed to have a soft spot for me. I proved myself day in and day out, but some of these ranchers were generational, having worked for the Allen family for decades. I was newer, deciding to trade my scholarly future for a lifetime of working in the middle of fucking nowhere shoveling horse shit. Of course, at the time it sounded like a dream. I had grown up with animals and cared for them wholeheartedly. The idea of loving on livestock until the very end felt like a noble thing for me to do. The physical labor was taxing, but enduring my fellow ranchers was even worse.

“Billy? Betty?” I called as I entered the large kitchen that fed all of us.

“In here, hun.” Betty responded, stirring a large pot of stew. “Tonight’s meal is gonna be real good, y’all are gonna want seconds.” She promised with a smile.

“Hey, Betty.” I squeezed her shoulder fondly. “Is Billy around? I want to talk to him about my assignment for today. I was wondering if I could be put on the herding mission, instead. You know I’m damn good with a lasso, I can locate that missing bull and bring him back before the heifers even notice he’s missing.” I added with a wink.

She looked at me apologetically. “You know he’s probably gonna give it to one of the other young bucks. I know you got it in ya, but you’re a girl. We love you like our own but some of these men are stronger than you, it’s just how God made us. You would do well to settle down with one of them in town and make some pretty babies. You’re too good for this work.”

I grimaced at the thought. She had many years on me and I knew she meant well, but I felt incredibly hurt by the assumption that I was any less of a rancher than the others. I grabbed a piece of bread from the counter and stormed out, adding that I wouldn’t be in attendance for dinner that night. I spent most of the evening alone in my bunk, laying on the hard wooden bed and contemplating my life here. In the distance I could hear the racket coming from the house. They all sounded drunk, and that meant they were going to come back loud and handsy. I groaned, I knew I was going to have to find somewhere else to crash tonight.

As I left the living quarters, I noticed something in the distance. It was small, but to a keen eye like mine, it was unmistakable. A tiny orange light flickered on the horizon. It was a fire, that meant there was someone out there. Possibly someone who had seen our missing prize bull. I didn’t think before I headed to the stable and untied my appaloosa, Rodeo. I didn’t ask permission to leave the ranch; instead I packed my canteen, a few jugs of homemade wine and some other provisions into my saddlebag, before silently leading my horse to the gates. I patted the side of my hip, confirming my pistol was holstered, not knowing what I might encounter out in the plains.

We managed to exit undetected, I led the horse down the dirt road a little before mounting him and galloping off in the direction of the fire. The ride was quiet, but I knew I was close when the smoke wafted in our direction. We followed the plumes until we heard the sound of humming. There was definitely someone closed by. I hopped off of Rodeo and tied him to a tree, not wanting to immediately alert the stranger of my presence. I then tried to tip toe, avoiding twigs and leaves that would give me away. Soon the fire came into view, one horse but no bull around. I felt a twinge of disappointment, until I saw the person sitting across the flames.

He had long, chestnut hair with a black cowboy hat perched on his head. His boots were kicked out infront of him with some of the most beautiful spurs I had ever seen, they were undeniably expensive silver. He looked like he had money, he wasn’t just a grunt worker like I was. Yet he was still out here, in the wilderness, dirty and alone. I cleared my throat as I found a clearing, not wanting to scare the cowboy in front of me.

“Uh… hello, my name is Y/N. I’m a ranch hand at Allen Farm, a coupl’a miles back. I’m out here looking for a missing bull.” I walked into his line of sight, hands up as a sign of defense.

The stranger's face came into view and knocked the breath out of me. He was the most handsome fucking cowboy I had ever seen, or maybe I was just horny from the lack of options around me. He had warm brown eyes and a beautiful smile. He beamed at me and said, “I’m Sam, but you can call me Sammy. Come sit, Y/N.”

I sat next to him, removing my worn hat and placing it beside me. I hesitantly eyed those spurs of his again. They must be worth a fortune, the things I could do with that kind of money. I looked back up at Sam, noticing the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and how his drenched clothes stuck to him.

“Are you thirsty?” I broke the silence.

“Parched.” He laughed. “What do you have?”

“I packed some provisions, but honestly… most of it is just the summer wine I’ve been covertly brewing under my bunk.” I snickered.

“I’m intrigued.” He said, suggestively. “I’m also dehydrated but I’ll take what I can get.”

I got up to retrieve the jug from the luggage Rodeo was holding. I bought it back, uncorked the top and brought it to Sam’s lips. He looked me in the eye as his tongue swept across his lips downright sinfully, then he lunged to the mouth and took a generous gulp of the sweet alcohol.

“Be careful, it’s strong.” I warned, before taking a sip myself. The flavor of strawberries and cherries dancing on my tongue.

Sam and I sat together, downing the substance while cracking jokes and exchanging pleasantries. It was all superficial, but I don’t think he realized that.

“So what are you doing out here?” My loose lips started to ask the real questions.

He chuckled, “Just cutting to the chase, huh?”

“Well you could be an outlaw. I’d be safe to question you before we got too drunk.” I responded, innocently.

His eyes softened, he was falling for my act. “Hmm, not an outlaw. Just someone trying to find their place in the world.”

I eyed his clothing again, it looked hardly worn, definitely not indicative of a man alone trying to support himself. I could tell he came from money but I played along.

“More wine?” I batted my eyelashes at him and he conceded.

He took the bottle and chugged most of it, looking at me apologetically. However, I was pleased by his eagerness. I knew I had a little time before it kicked in so I closed the distance and pulled him in for a kiss. He was taken aback.

He stared at me for a moment before speaking, “Do you really want this?” He asked.

I climbed atop him, straddling his legs. I removed the hat from his head before responding, “Please, it’s been so long.” I wasn’t lying.

He relented, gripping my hair with one hand and pulling me down to grind his hardening length with the other. I circled my hips, causing him to moan into our kiss. I took this opportunity to slip my tongue in, fighting his for dominance. The kiss was messy and heated, I couldn’t remember the last time I had explored another person's body like this, and it seemed to be the same case for Sam. He licked into my mouth like a man starved, greedily taking what he wanted. He moved to unbutton my shirt, I nodded when he looked at me expectantly. He promptly pulled down the cups of my bra, fixing his mouth on one of my hardened nipples and pinching the other. He alternated between biting and suckling, pleasure and pain. After going too long without being touched, it was almost enough to make me cum on the spot.

“Sammy… wanna taste you.” I pulled back and looked at him longingly. Even I was surprised by the request but the idea of his warm, hard cock in my mouth had me drooling.

“Fuck, baby, is this what you want?” His voice was strained.

I palmed him through the denim, slowly crawling my way down his lap before working diligently to remove his belt and unzip his pants. After I had removed the obstacles, he helped shimmy them down a little bit. I stroked him through his boxers before yanking them down too, freeing his weeping length with a smack against his stomach. My mouth salivated. His cock was so pink and pretty. I took him into my mouth suddenly, moaning at the silky texture of him, enjoying his salty taste.

He hissed and grabbed a handful of hair, “Yes, fuck… just like that.”

I flattened my tongue as my mouth descended his length, trying desperately to suppress my gag reflex. As I bottomed out, I gagged on him, causing his hips to buck into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, humming around him, taking as much of him as I could. I slowly pulled off of him, an audible pop as his length left my lips, an obscene trail of spit still connecting me to him. I garnered as much courage as I could and peered at him through my hooded lids. His pupils were lust blown, his chest was heaving.

“Take off your shirt.” I demanded.

Without a second thought, he shed the last of his garments, “Now you.”

My unbuttoned shirt still hung from me, Sam helped me peel it down my arms and discarded it somewhere behind me. His giant hands palmed my breasts, still flowing over the simple white bra I was wearing. His eyes were fixated on my tits, his mouth practically drooling. I reached behind me to unclasp the garment, tossing it aside to join the pile of our abandoned clothes.

“So fucking beautiful.” He muttered, almost to himself.

“I need more, Sammy.” I pleaded, his hands rushing to my jeans, helping to free me from the confines of the stiff denim while I unfastened my holster and carefully placed my pistol still in my line of sight.

I was soaked, and as Sam stared at my basic cotton panties, I could tell that it was obvious.

“Wow.” He ran his pointer finger over my clothed center, collecting the juices before slipping his finger into his mouth. “Sweeter than summer wine.”

I moaned obscenely, causing Sam to assist me in hastily removing the last of my modesty. Before I knew it I was spread wide open, on full display to him. He flipped me over so that he was on top and I was beneath him. His eyes flickered down to the place I needed him most.

“My mouth or cock, angel?” He questioned, straining against my thigh.

“Cock, please. It’s been so long.” I practically begged, despite the idea of being eaten out tempting me, I hadn’t felt full for a long time.

“Good girl.” He uttered out before sliding into me, causing me to shriek in pleasure.

I clawed at his shoulders, the burn all too good. Sammy set a menacing pace, hips slapping into mine pornographically. His mouth attempted to swallow the sounds I was making but it was to no avail. The pleasure I was experiencing was unlike anything I could remember. Here I was, in the middle of the desert getting absolutely railed by a stranger and I couldn’t get enough. His pillowy soft lips suckled on my neck, leaving marks, I hoped. They trailed down my chest to my heaving tits and once again latched around my nipple, teasing me. I bucked my hips to meet him in unison.

“Oh yes baby, fuck me right back.” He teased, mumbling against my skin.

I pulled his head against me, urging him to continue the assault on my nipples. Without warning, Sam reached forward, hooking my legs over his elbows. This new position was deep and overwhelming. I was in pure ecstasy. He then slid my ankles up and over his shoulder before pounding into me relentlessly, hitting parts of my insides that I didn’t think were possible. All noise was stuck in my throat, I was choking on my pleasure. He pressed his hand harshly on my stomach.

“I can feel my cock deep inside you.” He panted.

“I’m close, Sammy. Cum for me, please.” I begged, pathetically.

I started circling my clit rhythmically, building up the momentum to that glorious release. The repetition, plus the pounding of my cunt brought me to my orgasm faster than expected. Sammy held me as my thighs squeezed around him, my nails clawed at his back and my lips sucked at his throat until it bruised. The fluttering of my pussy around him drove him to his own release, he thrusted into me erratically, before removing himself and shooting hot ropes of cum all over my stomach..

“Fuck.” Sam whispered, rolling to the side.

“I know.” I sighed, contently.

We sat staring at the crackling of the fire for a while, each at a loss of what to say and completely spent. Eventually, we moved to clean ourselves up but made no effort to redress yet, both of us exponentially exhausted. I noticed Sam was getting tired when he shifted over and rested his head on the log behind us. I scooted closer and lolled my head against him, vaguely aware that I was still naked and covered in his seed. After a short time, his breathing regulated and I gathered he was asleep. Climbing out from his arm slowly, I pulled a blanket from his stash of belongings and covered him with it delicately. Quietly, I gathered my clothing and attempted to redress, careful not to wake Sam. As I fastened my holster, the metal of the belt clinked together, causing him to stir slightly. He briefly uttered a noise that was incoherent, I realized my summer wine was working. He fluttered his eyes, but remained unconscious. I snatched up those beautiful silver spurs once I was dressed, before rifling through his belongings finding a good amount of coin and some jewelry. I rushed over to Rodeo and pocketed the loot. I packed the rest of my belongings into the saddlebag and mounted my horse before Sam could awaken. Men were so predictable, I didn’t even have to brandish my pistol to steal from them, just load them up on liquor. Just then, the sun then made its presence known on the horizon. I heard a stirring from the fire, whipping my head around just to lock eyes with a now conscious cowboy. His face was contorted into one of confusion, still feeling the effects of the drink. Suddenly I hesitated on which direction to head in… back to the ranch with no bull and some beautiful spurs and stolen loot… or into town to pawn it all and find a new adventure.

Without thinking it through, I kicked Rodeo’s side, grabbed the reins and headed to my future, leaving Sam in the dust.

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[darthmaulification]

Hi, would you be averse to the idea of the sex pollen trope with Maul and/or Savage? (Consensual/already in a relationship). Ooor predator/prey with one or both the boys (you’re a freelance working from their criminal cartel, you have stolen something from them and they want it back. Of course they catch you but the chase is exciting and maybe you can reach an agreement that’s satisfying for everyone).

A/N: anon... my friend... i am so sorry this took so damn long to get out. 🙏😭 sis has been sitting in my drafts for a WHILE because it was so darn much to write. 💀💀 

and thank you btw, for asking about the sex pollen trope because that is one thing i’m like pretty 50/50 on. it depends on how it’s written i suppose?? like, i don’t like the trope in it’s “oh no i’ve been drugged, and if i don’t fuck, i will die so basically there’s an ethical/moral coercion thing going on” form, but if it’s like “hey babe wanna take this fun, hip aphrodisiac with me and get it on like donkey kong?”... then i’m more willing to tolerate it. 👍 

so! for you, dearest patient anon, i decided to mix bits and pieces from the two requests! 😊 and i’m a whore for maul and savage, so y’all are getting FED today. 😤

hope you enjoy!! 💗💗

content: gratuitous smut, ✨consensual✨ use of sex-enhancing drug, fem!afab!reader, y’all three are so goddamn horny, predator/prey kink, a tad of breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving, both doors), creampie, double penetration, also savage is nothing but soft in this, and also you’re married to savage and maul 🥺💗

word count: 6,069

It’s all part of the game.

You have to strain yourself to not start giggling madly as you run, weaving around trees and dodging low hanging branches. Shrubbery and sticks crunch under your boots, and you know the noise is giving you away far too well. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, both from the physical exertion of having been non-stop running for the past hour and from excitement.

The hot bolt of arousal that spikes in your core almost makes you stumble, pulling a hitched gasp from your throat. Maker, you can only imagine what Maul and Savage will do to you when they catch you. The thought makes you consider stopping, finding some tree stump to sit on, maybe strip down to your birthday suit, and wait patiently until one or both of your husbands show up to claim your body. 

It’s tempting, but—

Your head whips to the side where you see a flash of red in your peripheral, where you heard the distinct snap! of a stick under a boot. You have to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning out Maul’s name, and instead you pick up the pace and sprint in the opposite direction. Panting, you glance once over your shoulder just in time to see Maul leap out from behind some trees. Your eyes lock.

“Rabbit!” He roars, and oohh it’s intimidating and makes your already racing heart flutter, but it’s so sexy at the same time. Temptation strikes again, the alluring thought of just oh-so-accidentally catching your foot on a root, or maybe claim you were just “too tired” to run any farther... Oh, is it tempting.

But the sound of Maul’s rapidly approaching footfalls also remind you that it’s much more fulfilling to let your legs carry you faster, that the game is so much fun.

You grin to yourself, veering left towards a line of large, wispy looking trees. Good to hide in, you think as you approach, observing with interest the ground-touching curtains of branches, thick and opaque with bright green leaves and curious looking pink flowers. You skid to a halt just in front of one of the trees, slammed by the sudden aroma that effuses from it.

The scent is strange yet oddly bewitching, not unpleasant but you can’t see it becoming a fancy perfume off on Alderaan any time soon. As you part the wall of branches with your arm, pleasantly surprised by their velvety feel, you take a look at one of the flowers in closer detail. For some reason, the tiny blossoms look familiar, like you’ve seen those fuchsia petals and tiny yellow center before, but you just can’t seem to place the name—

“GOT YOU!” You shriek when Savage’s deep voices booms out from behind the leaves, his thick arms snagging you around your waist faster than you can blink. He lifts you clean off your feet and through the waterfall of cascading leaves, beneath the canopy of the tree. You squeal with laughter, twisting and squirming in Savage’s arms.

“Savage! You scared me!” You puff through giggles, looking over your shoulder and up at your husband, who has a supremely triumphant look on his face. It’s not often that he catches you before Maul does. In the back of your mind, a tiny voice reminds you that you should be grumbling at losing, but you’re too excited and aroused from the fun of it all to care. A sultry, cat-like grin blooms across your face.

“You caught me, husband.” You take note of how Savage is bare-chested, his gorgeous canary yellow, tattooed skin hot against you. A sheen of sweat glistens on his bulging muscles, painting him deliciously glossy. His gaze rolls to lock to yours, his butterscotch eyes are heavy-lidded and he’s breathing deeply, but smiling just as brightly as you. The muscles of his arms flex beneath your hands, and a rumbling purr vibrates in his chest.

“So I did.” Savage dips his head, pulling you closer so that he’s able to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You sigh when his lips kiss along your soft skin, his broad nose dragging across your collar bone. He kisses up your neck, lingering with each one to savor your taste and smell. Savage is always one to treasure the products of your exertion. Turning your head, he catches your lips in a gentle kiss.

“Mm... Savage.” You murmur his name, lips still touching his, his breath fanning upon your chin. The yellow skinned Zabrak hums, deep purrs rumbling like distant thunder in his chest. His forehead rests against your own, his dandelion yellow eyes staring deep into yours. There’s so much tenderness and love in his gaze it shines above the lust that simmers there too.

“Little one.” He replies easily, kissing you again, just as gentle, and you sigh softly into his mouth. For such a towering, hulking man, whose bare hands can and have broken bone, Savage is the most gentle person you’ve ever met. It’s the self control, the years of training that accustomed him to make his mark on the world, be that small or large.

And it shows in his loving kisses, the strong arms holding you in the air, the hips your bottom rests upon, the powerful legs standing unwavering like great pillars of stone, bearing you both.

“You caught her. Excellent.” Maul’s voice erupts through the curtain of branches just as he does, crimson skin glistening. Savage sets you down as Maul takes a couple steps in, shaking the leafy branches off his shoulders. One of the pink flowers gets caught on his loose black pants and he curiously pulls it off.

“Hm. I don’t believe I’ve seen this flora species before.” He raises the blossom up to a ray of golden sunlight that breaks through the thick canopy, spinning it in his fingers. You catch sight of the iridescent shimmer on the underside of the small petals and it comes to you. You do know this flower!

“Oh Maker, this is an Amoris tree!” You gasp, feeling your cheeks warm. Amoris trees are incredibly rare, found on very few planets or moons warm enough as this one is. Having read about them while you were still in school, you remember learning a very interesting fact about their blossoms that the tree keeps year round. Maul notes your blush with a smirk.

“Do tell what’s causing you to fluster, sweet girl.” He purrs, tilting his head as he lifts the flower to his nose to sniff it. Briefly, surprise sparks in Maul’s eyes, no doubt at the curious scent, before he’s looking at you expectantly. You giggle, placing your fingers over your lips and you look between your husbands to the flower, then back again.

“Amoris trees bloom with Cupio flowers,” You gesture to the flower in Maul’s hand, “They are very... potent when eaten. Influencing the body in a...”

You trail off, eyes glazing over with lust as you glance between Savage and Maul, rolling your gaze purposely slow between them.

“... carnal way.” The word hangs heavy in the air, like a thick blanket covering the three of you. You swipe the tip of your tongue over your bottom lip. Maul stares at you, the expression on his face unreadable, like it’s only his fiery eyes that can emote. Savage does much the same, but a boyish grin overtakes him in no time.

“I suppose the allure of your pussy is a strong one.” He says bluntly, causing you to gasp loudly and Maul to even raise an eyebrow, at the truly vulgar words that came out of his mouth. Normally, Savage would only ever use polite, eloquent words, but sometimes his sweet mouth surprises. But it makes you smile, knowing your doting husband has that saucy flare in him.

“So is that what made you hide under this tree, hm?” You lightly tease Savage, lightly nudging him in the side with your elbow. He shrugs, broad shoulders lifting and falling.

“Smelled nice.” Savage replies nonchalantly, the hand he has on your lower back slipping downwards to cup your ass. He gives the cheek a hearty squeeze, grinning playfully down at you when you squeak in surprise. You swat away his hand with a giggle.

“So...” Maul twirls the flower between his thumb and forefinger, “If one was to eat a single pistil, it would act as an aphrodisiac?”

Both of the brothers’ stares lock onto you, and a knowing blush warms your cheeks as your laughter fades. You look to Savage, whose grin has broadened considerably, and then to Maul, whose golden eyes are drowning in growing lust. You nod, feeling the wetness in between your legs increase tenfold.

“Yes...” You breathe, beginning to like the idea Maul implicitly proposed, “Would you both like to try it? I’ve heard they’re sugary.”

Maul wastes no time in plucking two more flowers from the tree and placing one in your hand and the other to Savage. You stare at the tiny blossom, noting the light pink sap that leaks from the severed pedicel onto your palm. With eager hands shaking from excitement, you pull the flower’s tender yellow center from it’s petals as Savage and Maul do the same.

“Here goes.” You lift the pistil to your mouth, pass it through your lips, and plop in on your tongue. The pollen tube tickles the insides of your cheeks and when you bite down on the bulbous ovary, it explodes with a burst of sticky sap. It is incredibly sugary, coating your tongue in it’s sickly sweetness. You hum in pleasant surprise, glancing between your husbands who are also chewing on their respective flowers. Almost unanimously, you all swallow.

The effects are almost immediate. You gasp at the swell of heat that bubbles in your belly, then plunges straight to your pussy, flooding your clit. The blush on your cheeks darkens considerably and spreads to your shoulders, painting you an impressive shade of cherry. You get lost in a haze, like all you can perceive are the hormones and signals your body is emitting. A tremble rolls down your spine, and suddenly you feel far too hot and constricted in your clothes. Specifically your pants.

“Stars...” You moan, pleasure igniting in your body as you go to undo the sash around your waist, your fingertips and knees shaking. The action sends another wave of pleasure crashing down on you, like your core senses you removing your clothes, and with haste you shimmy your pants, underwear and all, off your legs. Next to go are your tunic and bra, which you all but rip from your body and leaves you shivering with lust. The cool air pebbles your nipples into tiny peaks, but otherwise doesn’t faze you, because you are just so hot.

It’s as you stand on quivering legs that you finally notice the effects the flower had on Maul and Savage. Both Zabraks look positively horny, wild, lusty-eyed and panting, with impressive bulges creating tents at their crotches. Maul is rolling his shoulders, like he’s warming up for training, mouth slightly agape. Savage is doing much the same, though he’s focused on huffing deep breaths, broad chest heaving and lifting his shoulders.

“Oh, that is divine.” Maul growls the last word through gritted teeth, almost sneering at nothing, as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. At first, you believe he’s talking about the effects of the flower, which he may be a little, but his chin jerks up in the air, nose twitching, and you realize he’s inhaling deeply. His head begins to turn to you. Oh... oh...

“Little one,” Savage rumbles, voice strained, and you turn your head to meet his intense, honey yellow gaze, “You smell amazing.”

Of course, the flower enhanced their already sensitive senses of smell, and now they’re probably drowning in pheromones. You moan again, both at the thought of your husbands drunk off your scent and from the almost overwhelming heat in your wet core. A scandalous thought in mind, you saunter over to Maul, who drinks in the sight of you flushed and dripping like a fine wine. Savage watches with a stare just as blazing.

You place your hands atop Maul’s crimson skin, stepping as close as you can to him without touching. Your fingers dance on his collarbones and you nearly lose your resolve at the completely lustful look on his face. A smile blooms on your face as his hands settle on your hips, squeezing. The touch makes you moan softly, and your head falls against Maul’s chest.

“How about,” You breathe, pressing yourself against Maul, breasts and hard nipples squished against his firm pecs, “You both eat my cunt until I wail your names?”

Maul snarls, eyes flaring, and he smashes his lips into yours. The kiss is all teeth and sloppy, your lips barely meshing together than they are clashing, but it’s perfect. Maul’s hands travel your body, gliding to the softest parts of you and squeezing, digging his fingertips into your flesh. You do much the same, clawing at his shoulders and back. After a few more moments of unrelenting, furious passion, the kiss breaks with the intensity of a dying star, leaving you both panting and desperate for more.

“Brother...” Maul addresses Savage, who’s been watching, ever the patient one, “Come up behind her. Hold her up.”

Savage does just that, briskly situating himself so closely behind you that you can feel the hardness of his manhood poking at your back. It makes you stifle a moan, the thought of his perfect, wonderful cock almost making your knees give out from under you. But the sturdy hands he has on your waist would prevent you from falling. You tremble at what’s about to occur.

“My sweet girl,” Maul ducks his head to kiss your neck, then your collarbones, then your breasts, “Let me ravish you.”

You shiver as Maul kisses down your body, lips leaving a scorching trail in their wake. It’s like you can feel every kiss, the sensation on your heated skin prolonged, as Maul sinks to his knees. He licks the tender skin of your mons veneris, looking up at you through heavy lidded eyes.

And then, he feasts.

Maul has his head between your legs, tongue starting a frenzied attack on your clit, swirling around your bud with a fervor. His hands come to grip your thighs and he pulls them apart slightly, making you cry out when his head dips and he takes your dripping pussy into his mouth. His tongue licks the hot slit of your entrance before it plunges in and you scream, throwing your head back against Savage’s chest.

“Maauull!~” You wail his name, your hands grabbing his head, fingers weaving in between his horns and you tug him closer, deeper into you. Maul full mouth sucks at your cunt, lips around your flower as he tongues your pussy. He goes fast, unrelenting, and one of his hands slides up so that he can place a thumb on your clit. He starts to roll it under the pad of his thumb, and it has you screaming. Your orgasm approaches quickly, beginning to tighten the knot that’s in your lower belly.

Maul is never one to go slow when he devoured your pussy, and supplemented by the flower, it seems that he just can’t get enough. He goes deeper and deeper, like he’s trying to reach the parts of you his tongue simply isn’t long enough to lick. His horns poke into your inner thighs, lips working around your hot flower.

“Ma—Maul!” You choke on his name when you finally cum, hard, breath catching in your throat. Dazzling stars light up behind your eyes when you squeezed them shut, body seizing as your hips shudder, pussy clenching harder than you ever had before. You almost feel like you can’t breathe, mouth gaping for air, but you’re so very much alive. Maul laps up your release like a pleased dog, glancing up at you when your cunt is licked clean. He swipes his tongue over his glistening lips, chin wet with you, eyes boring into yours when you finally catch his gaze.

“Savage, eat her as she desired. Make her tight pussy work.” He addresses his brother all while staring directly at you. If your cheeks weren’t already a bright red, you’re sure that they’d have gone a shade darker. Savage, who had been acting as a towering pillar to hold you up, begins to suck hefty love bites into your neck, trailing up to your jaw.

“Lay on the grass, little one.” He murmurs into your ear, normally sweet, but this particular whisper is hard, commanding. It compels you to sink to your knees, level with Maul briefly, before you lay back on the ground. The soil is surprisingly soft, cool against your overheated, trembling body. Despite having such a powerful orgasm, it’s as if you need another, your pussy already dripping at the thought.

“Oh, Savage, please.” You beg, looking up at your husband, who’s height is amplified by the drastic angle difference between you. He looks down at you, his golden eyes flashing with a lust so strong he’s become a different Zabrak. He lowers himself to the ground, slowly, and finds a seat between your legs. Watching you intently, his hands grip your calves and guide your legs apart, with the reverence of one opening a carefully wrapped gift. Savage leans to kiss your knee, then up your thigh, and you shiver. His large hands splay on the sides of your thighs, kneading your tender flesh.

Savage offers you a wide, dopey smile that’s absolutely compounded with happiness and lust. Then, he ducks his head between your legs.

The difference between the brothers is like the sun and moon. Maul had eaten you out like a starving man, all hunger and desperation, while Savage, sweet as he is, begins to place patient, gentle kisses on the skin of your inner thighs. You whimper as he kisses closer and closer to your flower, before gasping his name when his mouth meets your wet core. He runs his tongue flat against the entirety of your pussy, licking a long, slow stripe up your soaked entrance and to your sensitive clit.

“Sweet girl...” Savage rumbles against your core, nose pressed against your pubic mound and before you can even process what he said, his tongue is swirling around your bud. You cry out, Savage’s licks are gentle yet calculated, slow and soothing, but deliberately so. He sucks at your clit with a leisurely fervor, preferring to taste and savor more than anything else. You moan his name, turning your face and the grass tickles your cheek.

“Always so sweet, isn’t she, brother?” Maul asks, chest heaving as he saddles up next to you, leaning over your arched, flushed body. He uses a hand to anchor himself above you, beckoning you to look up at him. His flaring, golden eyes are blown nearly all the way, and you’re positive that yours are just as eclipsed. Savage doesn’t lift his head from where it’s buried between your thighs, instead humming in reply and sending vibrations straight to your core that makes your hips buck against his face.

“Hold her hips, brother.” Maul commands as he leans in to kiss your gasping lips, rough and deep. The passion makes your heart soar, and you moan into his mouth. Savage heeds what Maul said as his hands slide from the side of your thighs, kneading along the way, to slip between them then push your legs apart and press your hips down. All the while, Maul plays with one of your breasts with his free hand, tweaking your perk nipple with his fingers.

You moan, writhing best you can beneath Savage’s heavy hands and Maul’s body. It’s all so much, the pleasure tripled by the still very powerful effects of the Cupio blossom. Between Savage’s tongue and Maul’s fingers, you feel the telltale pulses of an oncoming orgasm approaching.

“Sav— Savage!” You gasp when the yellow Zabrak focuses his tongue on your clenching entrance and two of his thick fingers on your clit. He rolls your bud under his fingertips, softly, but just firm enough that it lights you ablaze. You loll your head to the other side, the cool grass kissing your other cheek, and moan. Maul kisses your neck, nipping and licking wherever he can, and his hand switches to attend to your other breast and nipple. 

It’s all so much, it’s like you can feel every sensation to their absolute apex. You cry out Savage’s name again, then Maul’s, and they’re the only words your mouth knows. Your second orgasm hits, sudden and surprising, arching your back and curling your toes. You gasp, hips rutting erratically from the waves of earth-shattering pleasure rolling through your entire being.

Savage, like Maul, devours your cum as it is given to him, lapping and sucking it away from your hot, fluttering entrance. He gives your flower one last kiss, nuzzling his nose into your core, before he parts. You barely catch his gaze with your hazy, heavy-lidded eyes, but you’re able to lock onto Savage’s sunny disposition and smile, tired and satiatied.

“That was... amazing.” You breathe, reveling in the way Maul swoops down and passionately kisses you. Lip locked for more than a few moments, you hardly have the time to catch your breath when Savage pushes against your body and does the same. He kisses your lips tenderly yet deeply, and you mewl at how fully his body engulfs yours. On both of their lips, you can taste yourself. And, oh how it’s sinful.

“We are not done with you yet, sweet one.” Maul growls and then his crimson fingers are between your legs, plunging two into your wet heat. You squeal at the intrusion, Maul’s knuckles brushing your clit, and the breath is pulled from your lungs when he begins to scissor his fingers inside you. He curls them, pressing against each perfect area, and it has you bucking your hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

“Need to get you ready, little girl.” Savage rumbles, and his hand squeezes itself under your ass, lifting you just enough. You gasp in surprise when his fingers reach your other hole, circling it with his finger tip. It moves further to your moist heat, soaking itself in your wetness.

“Wha—?” Your slurry question is cut off when your lips part to release a silent moan, as Savage inches his thick finger into your puckered hole. Oh... oh. You haven’t done this before, but as Savage squeezes in another finger, the slight burn overpowered by the intoxicating stretch, you can’t help but wish you had tried it sooner.

Their fingers busy your holes, preparing you for the grand finale, their other hands and lips caressing, kneading, worshipping the rest your body. Everywhere, you are touched, left with tingling nibbles and marks that will darken to satisfactory bruises.

“I’m—I’m ready! Please, I’m ready— I need you!” You blabber breathily, almost incoherently, desperate for Savage and Maul to finish stretching you out, to finally be delivered the things you’ve desired since you’ve started. Maul grins against the skin of your breast, playfully licking at the nipple his face is close to.

“Really, now? Sweet girl, you are begging.” He teases, curling his fingers to rub against one of the most sensitive regions inside you, resulting in a long moan from you. The red Zabrak slides in a third finger, pumping them in and out in roughly. He looks to Savage, who’s invested in watching your face, with a wicked grin.

“What do you say then, brother? Should we indulge?” Maul asks, hand moving faster, so fast it makes your head spin. For a moment, Savage lingers on the idea of furthering your pleasurable torture or allowing you the release you’re craving. The glint in his eyes gives the answer even before he speaks.

“I’ll take her ass, you get her cunt.” And then Savage is pulling his fingers from you, grabbing your hips and dragging them to him. Maul is forced to also remove his fingers, and the emptiness is overwhelming, but you don’t have time to dwell on it when Savage pulls you to your knees, pressing his hips against your back. His cock throbs against your skin, making you tilt your hips and mewl.

“Savage, please, please, please...” You murmur, moaning when the yellow Zabrak angles his hips, dipping them low enough so his cock, this thick, ridged rod, glides between the globes of your ass. Maul comes up to your front, and you place your hands on his shoulders both to keep you stable and to give you something to grab.

“Easy, now.” Savage whispers against the nape of your neck, kissing as he aligns himself with your gaping hole. He gently presses the tip of his cock, damp with precum, against it, one of his hands swooping down to gather some of your own release onto his fingers so that he can rub it on his impressive, daunting length. You’ve taken Savage many times before, but as always he knows that he is big, and knows that you need the lubrication. Your husband starts to push his erection into you, and you wail.

“Saavaage!~” You keen his name as he goes deeper, stretching and filling you like he never has before. There’s a slight burn, but it’s so unnoticeable that you help Savage by pressing your hips into him. He chokes on a groan, hands traveling to squeeze your plushy hips. Savage kisses your neck again, sighing into the skin.

“Little one... you are so... tight.” He groans, rocking his body into yours, testing the waters to see how much, or in this case how little, give your body gives him. You can feel every ridge of his cock, the sensation odd, but welcome and amazing all at once. Maul shifts closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist, under your breasts.

“My turn.” He growls, and you pull in a heaving gasp when his dick brushes your clit, then prods at your soaked entrance. He pushes forward, sliding his cock into your pussy, groaning at the tightness that’s amplified by Savage already swaddled inside you. The velvety walls clamp so tightly around him, Maul breathes through his nose to gather himself.

“Maul, Maul...” It’s like your mouth only knows to say his name. The word spills out in reverent prayer before you’re consumed by long moans and gasps when Maul starts to pull out, then push in. He growls, guttural and deep in his throat, starting a rocking rhythm that his much slower than he normally would, but so so nice. Your head falls against his chest, lips agape, and you keen when Savage begins to thrust too.

Where Maul pulls out, Savage pushes in. The brothers work like cogs in a well oiled machine, their thrusts falling into place like pieces of a puzzle, all meant to absolutely ruin you. Your legs are quivering so badly you can hardly keep yourself from lolling over and falling to the ground. The tightness in your core is devastating, like your entire world is being rewritten, made so intensely pleasurable from the two orgasms you’ve already had.

But your body keeps going, finding the strength to continue to keep your pussy drenching both Maul and Savage’s cocks, urging you to a third climax. You feel like you’re in the clouds, pressed snugly between two muscled, powerful Zabrak who seek to claim you and lay waste.

“Sweet girl...” Maul pants, nipping at your breasts and sucking at your nipples. He gives a harder thrust into you, jerking your body up, almost making Savage lose the rhythm. The yellow Zabrak responds with a rough thrust of his own, causing you to squeal into Maul’s crimson and charcoal skin. They are competing, of course, as they always do. Maul’s honey eyes glint, and he accepts the challenge.

And it’s like your world explodes.

Maul ruts so hard and quickly into you it pulls the breath from your chest and causes Savage to nearly slip out of you. He grips the tender mounds on your chest, tweaking your perk nipples as he pounds into you, and Savage retaliates by thrusting just as hard, if not harder. They set a relentless pace, bucking their hips so fast and deep it has you practically bouncing between them.

Slack jawed, you can’t even form words, your lips parting only to let out airy moans in time with their cocks hitting the deepest parts of you. The noises are obscene and wet, but it is music, a well-practiced composition performed by the three of you.

It feels like fireworks are going off in your core, the heat soaring to heights it’s never reached before, and the telltale pulses warn of a rapidly approaching climax.

“Ma—Maul! Sav—age!” You squeak, eyes screwing shut, eyelashes against the the furious blush on your cheeks. Red and yellow hands, both adorned with midnight black tattoos, roam your body, kneading and squeezing, wandering like they’ve never touched you before. Maul bites at your jaw, teeth grazing against the skin of your chin, and Savage nibbles at your earlobe.

“Gonna put a baby in you.” Maul growls when he pulls back, is words chopped by staccato grunts, his breath hot against your neck. You tremble at that, moaning his name against his chest. Behind you, Savage tenses and a purr rumbles in his burly chest.

“Or two.” The yellow Zabrak grunts, one of his large hands rubbing the soft, plush flesh of your belly. You feel your core flutter, faltering and clenching around his and Maul’s cock. You whine and writhe between them, overcome by the sensations, as the knot in your center is pulled taut. Tighter and tighter...

“Or three.” You manage to gasp out and both Savage and Maul groan loudly, both thrusting in at the same time and sending you over the edge. The string snaps, and you cum hard, so hard that it has your body falling into Maul’s, your eyes shooting open and rolling into the back of your head. Your pussy flutters, your release coating Maul and Savage’s dicks, glazing your thighs.

You don’t even make a noise, your lips agape in a silent scream, only a forced, airy exhale escaping you. Maul is next to cum, hips freezing against yours, snarling as he finishes deep inside you, cock releasing long, hot spurts of his virile semen. You feel it bloom across your walls, like ivies on walls, and it takes him seconds to fully empty himself and ride out his orgasm before he pulls out with a groan.

Savage’s hips stutter, and he cums with a loud groan, spilling his thick semen into your ass, his cock twitching inside you. He pulls out, dick still spurting his release, splattering sticky white globs on your ass and lower back. You whimper at the sensation of his and Maul’s cum seeping from your ruined holes, hot and tacky on your trembling thighs.

You all pant from the exertion, Maul breathes against your collarbone, his horns just barely poking against your neck. Savage’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his sweaty, heated body. He kisses in between your shoulder blades, and you can feel his cock softening. Your head lolls back against his pec, and you look up at him through your eyelashes, barely able to keep them open.

“That was amazing.” You slur with a somewhat raspy voice, haphazardly reaching up to cup Savage’s cheek, the action draining your already spent strength. Savage purrs, turning his face to kiss your palm just as Maul’s hands find your hips, rubbing circles with his palms. The red Zabrak leans in and kisses your neck, atop a dark mark courtesy of his brother.

“You did wonderfully, my love.” The praise makes your heart swell and you force your head to tip back down to look at him. A wide, pleased smile blooms on your face, all sleepy and glowy from the sex. He grins in turn, kissing your tired, wet lips. The kiss is gentle and kind, but still holds that Maul intensity that makes you quiver before it.

You can feel yourself coming down from the high, both of the overwhelming orgasms and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac that had been tingling throughout your body. It doesn’t feel as though you’re overheated anymore, not from the flower, at least. In fact, your body feels heavy and lethargic, completely spent. Maul notices, of course.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, snagging his pants from the ground and rising to his feet, expertly slipping the black trousers on. He offers you a hand, which you take, and pulls you to your feet. As expected, you can’t find it in you to stand, slumping against Maul on legs made of jelly, gripping his shoulder and the arm around your waist that holds you up. Sinfully, you can feel their cum slide down your slick thighs.

“I can run a bath.” Savage says as he rises and pulls his pants on, collecting your scattered clothes from the grassy ground. You thank him quietly, nuzzling against Maul’s chest, from who you can feel extreme satisfaction radiate off him in waves. Savage is much the same, you can hear his deep purring as he lumbers over.

“Like that.” You mumble, eyes closing, pressing your face into Maul’s chest where faintly, beneath his heartbeats, a purr simmers in his throat. He kisses your forehead before he and Savage exchange you in their grip, Maul taking your clothes and Savage receiving you. When Savage picks you up in his arms, bridal style, you open an eye and smile.

His face looks so peaceful, happy, satisfied in a way that tells you he feels it in his soul. Savage’s flaxen yellow irises, golden like fields of wheat, hold nothing but adoration. He smiles, and the inky black skin that surrounds his eyes crinkles at the corners.

“Hi, honey.” Your voice sounds almost foreign to you, so soft and raspy but full of love nonetheless. Savage purrs louder at the endearment, nuzzling his face against your cheek, mindful of his horns. The vibrating purrs start to coax you into sleeping and your eye closes, making you ever more aware of the utter exhaustion consuming your entire body.

“Little one.” He replies, nose sniffing its way across your skin and into your hair, tickling you. He nuzzles one more time before he pulls back, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

You feel Savage start to walk, following Maul who says something, but you’re so tired it sounds like gibberish to you. The haze of sleep settles thick on you, but you open your eyes one last time as the branches brush past you as Savage ducks out from under the tree.

The sun sits low in the sky now, dipped near the horizon you can’t see past the forest you’re in. But you’re able to see the inklings of a brilliant ruby and gold sky, complimented by the navy blue parallel to it. The warm, orange light is bright enough to reach the forest floor and paint everything it touches a cozy amber.

Maul, who walks ahead of you and Savage leading to where your ship is, is not spared from this mellowing treatment. His vibrant, scarlet and ink black skin is bronzed by the evening sun’s light, making him appear softer, less brash. He glances over his shoulder, sensing that you’re staring, and he smiles, as warm as the hue that he is. His eyes are softened too, shadowed slightly by the dimness of the light, but still they are that fiery gold, and still they are Maul’s.

You look up at Savage, who is Tuscan sun yellow and luminescent the way Maul is, and you close your eyes. You fall asleep to his rumbling purrs, the beats of his thumping hearts, the tender rustling of leaves, and bathed the warmth of love that pours from Maul and Savage, hotter and stronger than the rays of the twin suns of Tatooine.

Perhaps we should do this again.

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[truglori]

Homebody (Ch.2)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

Warnings: Language

“Girl and when did all of this go down again?”

Amiyah laughed as she told her best friend , Kelley, about what took place between her and Erik. Kelley was someone who she met when she first started working at the boutique at the age of nineteen. She was only two years older than her. One day they decided to go get lunch together and found themselves hitting it off and have been inseparable since. Now they were two years strong into their friendship.

“I told you about three night’s ago. You would’ve known earlier if you would actually come to work.” She replied smartly while placing a jacket back on to the rack.

“And why am I just now hearing about this? You act like you can’t call me or text me.”

“Well that’s because I wanted to tell you in person to see your face when I tell you this part...He said that he was going to try and start approaching me more because we don’t speak to each other enough.” Amiyah couldn’t contain her smile.

“Are you serious?” Kelley’s mouth dropped. “Wait where was your brother during all of this?”

“Oh um I think he was in his car. Why?”

She shook her head. “Mmm that explains it.”

Curious to know Amiyah stopped folding the shirts. “Explain what?”

“That niggas only want to get bold when they get you alone. Never tough enough to do that shit in front of people. You know that was one of the reasons why I stopped fucking with Tony.” She spoke about her ex.

“First off you and I both know that Erik is nothing like Tony. That nigga was different and I don’t think he’s scared to say it in front of everyone...it’s just you know how my brother can be.”

“Overprotective.” They stated in unison.

“I know you like him sis but just be careful. You know dealing with his situation. Can’t be running around here being nobody’s side piece no matter how fine they are.”

“I’m not anybody’s anything. I’m just telling you what went down between us and you don’t know how someone relationship look like behind close doors.” Amiyah expressed becoming offensive.

Kelley playfully rolled her eyes dropping the topic while taking snap chat pictures by the register. Our manager, Rhonda, walked out of the back office with a clipboard catching her in act. She went up to her taking her phone pointing it at her.

“Kelley I don’t pay you to sit here on your phone lil girl. Do some work now before I make you clock out and send you home.”

Placing the phone down in front of her, Rhonda went back to doing inventory check.

“Not you acting like you my mama.” Kelley mumbled before going over to help Amiyah with the last of the restock.

They both mocked her words before silently laughing amongst one another. It wasn’t too long before they heard the bell on the front door signaling that there was new customers coming in. They turned their heads to see who it was.

“Hello, welcome Bella Ella’s ladies. If you need help finding anything don’t be afraid to ask these young women over here to help you.” Rhonda smiled at the group of four before disappearing back into her office.

Walking over to stand next to Amiyah, Kelley whispered in her ear.

“Aw shit ain’t that ole boy girl?” She turned to face her best friend finding the answer she was looking for by the expression on her face. She shook her head heading back to the register.

It was Alexis. Erik’s somewhat “girlfriend”. No she didn’t think that out of jealousy because there was some truth behind it. From all the conversations that she eavesdropped on between her brother and Erik, Alexis didn’t really hold a title like she thought she did. According to Erik she was just ‘fun for now’, whatever that meant. Alexis wasn’t anyone new around the block. She had her share of men who had some money and power to go along with it. With the pretty face that she had and the body to match it wasn’t hard for her to climb her to the top where the money was. Most niggas in the hood would love to be seen with a girl like her on their arm.

“Yeah.” Amiyah spoke softly to herself as her mood shifted a bit.

“Y’all need to help me find something. Tonight is date night with Erik. We do this every Thursday.” Alexis held up a sweater crop top as she spoke to her friends modeling it in the mirror.

Placing the last shirt on the shelf Amiyah picked up the empty box along with the plastic contents inside. Walking to throw it out in the back she was stopped in her tracks when she heard her voice.

“Amiyah? Right?”

She turned facing Alexis who had a huge smile on her face showing her pearly white veneers.

Amiyah smiled putting her attention on her. “Yes, how are you?”

“I’m good girl I’m just here because me and my baby are going out on a date tonight and I need to find something fast. I heard a lot about this store and I came through to put it to the test. Please tell me y’all have something.” Alexis clasped her hands together in hopes that her mans best friend sister could find her a fit for tonight.

“Sure. Do you know if you guys are going to be out and about or staying in one location? The weather keeps dropping these days and you don’t want to be cold.”

Putting her feelings aside Amiyah went to work helping her.

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It was around two in the afternoon when Erik got a call from his friend to meet up for lunch. Checking his fit his eyes met with the gold chain resting on top of his crisp black tee paired with black jeans and a pair of white and navy blue Nike 1’s. Throwing over his long gray fleece he sprayed on his Mont Blanc Legend before heading out the door of his condo.

Twenty five minutes was the time it took for him to pull up at the restaurant and meet up with Durkio, who was already enjoying an appetizer. Walking past the hostess he gave a head nod assuring that he was taken care of, he greeted his friend.

“Damn nigga you had to start without me huh?” Erik dapped him up before taking off his jacket and sliding in the booth.

“Nigga that’s because every time I call yo ass it take you a whole hour to get here. I hate that shit. I don’t know who’s worst you or Miyah.” He stated going back to eating his mango grilled shrimp.

Erik smirked shaking his head.” Anyways what’s up with you?”

“Nigga I got a fucking problem that’s what’s up.” Durk finishing the last of his food before pushing his plate aside. He grabbed his napkin wiping off the remnants of the quick meal.

“Oh yeah with who?” Erik turned towards the waitress giving her a small smile after she sat down his water.

“Can I get you started with anything?” Clicking her pen she prepared to take his order.

“Not right now sweetheart, thank you.” Erik gave her a smile revealing his deep dimple.

Flustered from his looks she nodded quickly putting away her pad. “Alrighty, let me know when you’re ready.”

“Damn nigga you tryna fuck on her too or sum?” Durkio smiled sipping his cognac.

“Don’t worry bout where my dick go and tell me about this problem you got.”

“Aight so check it out. You remember how I was telling you how I’m trying to get more products right. Like I’m really gonna be out here next up on a different level and shit. I found a connect who need a distributor in this area.”

“Okay so what’s the problem with that?” Erik sat up waiting to hear what’s going on.

“The problem is Shawn and his people already moving some shit out here. Just found out today. I was been supposed to take his ass out but I been to busy looking for a plug. But that’s not the case. Ole boy Don put me up on game where that nigga stash at. Word is he holding a million somewhere not to far from here.”

Erik figured where this was going once he heard his best friend say he was already thinking about taking someone out. He wanted him to hit a lick for him. That was the reason for this whole meet up. No, Erik wasn’t a drug dealer but he wasn’t clean either. This is what he did from time to time to make money. He would rob people. It wasn’t something that he was proud of but it was a job that kept him well fed when he was out on his own by the age of sixteen. He started out doing a few here and there with one of the boys, Tray, who he met in foster care then eventually Erik found himself doing them alone. With his quick skills and knowing how to tote a gun it became second nature for him.

Which after a while got him caught up but was also the reason he met Durk when he was just only twenty years old. Erik was out doing a job one night that Tray told him about. It was supposed to be some quick in and out job but turned out to go in a different direction.

Erik began putting the ski mask on his head so that it would be easy to pull down for when it was time to go. He sat on the passenger side of an all black Nissan waiting for the right moment. It was about two in the morning.There was three guys sitting on the front porch smoking. He knew that in a minute they would go back inside for a rotation after keeping watch on them for the last three days.

“Listen lil nigga..get yo ass in and out. I don’t need you getting no extra shit like the drugs, leave that there...get the money and bounce.” Tray watched him while he took a pull from his blunt.

“Why you act like I ain’t been doing this shit for years now. Just stay right here I’ll be back in ten.”

He took the safety off his Glock 19 as he exited the car walking towards the house. He pulled down his mask to cover his face. Walking up to the front he took one last glance back to see Tray pulling off.

‘What the fuck.’ He thought to himself as he turned around to see about seven niggas now standing on the porch pointing everything from a glock to an AK-47 at him.

He threw his gun down on the grass in front of him with a certainty that this was his last day on Earth. He knew eventually that it would catch up to him but didn’t think it would happen like this.

“Wait this the young nigga that’s been hitting up all the traps?” Durk stepped down the steps laughing eyeing up and down Erik who couldn’t have weighed no more than 175 at the time. “Nigga take yo mask off.”

Erik lifted up the ski mask not showing an ounce of fear staring him down ,which Durkio saw and knew he had to get him on his team.

“If you gon kill me do it now cause y’all niggas not bringing me no where to be tortured or some shit.” Erik stated getting ready to fight to the death of him.

Durkio smirked. “Nah nigga I ain’t gon kill you. Ima help you.”

From that day on Erik went to work for Durkio and getting at least 8 out of 10 of his jobs done with no problems. Erik shook his head reminiscing about his first time meeting the man who could’ve took his life but became his best friend instead.

“Nigga you over there in wonderland. What you gon do? You gon help me?” Durk asked in need. He knew that there wasn’t no one better for this.

“I don’t know. You know I haven’t did a job in almost two years.” Erik sipped his water.

“Aw shit. Listen bro I know you not trying to get into this shit anymore but you know if I’m coming to you about it, it’s serious. I mean if you don’t wanna do it than fuck it what can I do...but if I die that’s yo ass nigga.”

Erik shook his head. “Nigga stop speaking that over ya life. Told you bout talking like that.”

He was serious. He knew that what you say about yourself can truly be spoken into existence. He experienced it at first hand.

“Yea yeah I heard you-“ His phone rung cutting him off.

“Hello.”

..........

“Yeah y’all need me?”

..........

“Aight say less I’m there.” He ended the call. He looked at the time cursing to himself. “Shit I gotta take this. I need a quick favor.” Durkio slid out the booth putting on his jacket. He threw a hundred dollar bill down.

“Wasup?”

“Pick up Amiyah from work and bring her home. I was supposed to get her almost an hour ago. Don’t let her talk you into taking her anywhere else bring her ass home.”

Erik looked down at his watch and saw 3:35 pm. He still had plenty of time before he got ready for his date with Alexis.

“I got you bro go do your thing.” Erik got up following him out the restaurant.

“Yo Erik let me know what the move is before next week.”

He nodded his head and dapped his friend up one last time before going to his car.

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“Why won’t you just wait until I get off and I’ll take you home?” Kelley stated while chewing on her ceaser salad.

“Why would I wait that long and you have to close the store. Kells I’m sorry but I am tired and ready to go home. I been here since six this morning and my dumb ass brother know I get off at two thirty.”

Amiyah threw her bag next to her on the bench as she grew frustrated. It was going on four o’clock and her brother still wasn’t here. This was the main reason she wanted to get her license. She wouldn’t have to depend on anyone and could come and go as she pleased.

Scrolling on her phone she gave him another ten minutes before she would just get an Uber which she dreaded . It was something that didn’t feel right to her trusting a complete stranger to bring her home.

The bell on the front door dinged as it open. She looked up finding Erik at the door. Looking over at Kelley she had the same surprising look as she did while remaining to eat her food.

“Hey your brother asked me to pick you up. My bad I’m late. It was last minute.” Erik walked up to her and reached for her hand to help her get up.

She accepted the helpful gesture as she bend over to collect her belongings.

Amiyah timidly looked him in the eyes. “Thank you.” Her hand still connected to his.

He showed his dimples as he sucked in his bottom lip before looking down releasing it. He let her hand go as well.

“I’m parked right here.” Erik walked to the door opening it and waited for her to walk out first.

“Bye girl.” Kelley interrupted their moment clearly witnessing some chemistry before her.

Her shy nature exposing itself due to the fact that her crush was right there, she gave a half wave to her friend. Erik following her view finally noticing the brown skin beauty at the register. He saluted her as well and then left behind Amiyah.

Walking up to his Inifiniti Q60 she reached for the door but was stopped. She looked down and saw Erik’s hand on top of hers.

“You don’t gotta worry about reaching for one of these around me.”

She lightly giggled covering her mouth with her finger tips. Not because anything was funny, she did it to cover up her nerves as much as she can. No man aside from her brother showed her this much chivalry.

“Okay.” She got in making sure she was secured before he closed the door. She watch as he jogged around to his side and got in.

Erik rubbed his hands together warming them up as he hit the pushed to start button. This was his first time with her in his car and second time alone with her in all. He looked over and watched her as she was making contact with every thing else but him.

“You good?” He questioned trying to see what’s up as he leaned back in his seat while pulling off.

She nodded smiling showing her pretty whites.

“Damn what happened? I thought we was on speaking terms now?” He joked with her trying to make her comfortable. She was too shy around him.

“I just didn’t know you were picking me up. It took me by surprise.” She finally spoke up as she wiped the sweat off her palms on her pants.

“Yeah me either but I’m cool with it.”

“Well thank you.”

“It’s not a problem.”

It seemed to her as if his voice became deeper and raspier within three days.

“So how was your day?” She wanted to make small talk to try and make this car ride go by fast. Thankfully the didn’t live no longer than ten minutes away.

“It was good...had met up with your brother not too long ago then I have somewhere to be in a few.” He checked his watch.

Amiyah knew where but she wanted him to say it. “Oh yeah, what you have plan for the night?”

He glanced at her before focusing back on the road.

“You tryna keep track of me?” He smirked licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes looking out the window. “No it’s just that I saw your girl at my job today. She was looking for an outfit for tonight.” She let him know that she had put two and two together.

Arriving at the building he put the car in park. Leaning back into his seat somewhat facing her. “Who’s my girl? Hm?”

He wanted to put her on the spot to see what she know since she felt it was within her rights to question him.

“I don’t know what’s her name again? Amber or Ashley? Something like that.” She was being petty now.

Erik laughed picking up the jealousy that she was dropping. But he was going to play along.

“Nah her name is Alexis.”

“Oh yeah her.” She tried her best to make herself seem unbothered.

“You help her find something nice for me?” Erik knew what he was doing, he just wanted to see how far it would go.

“I don’t know you’ll have to wait until tonight. Bye Erik. Thanks for the ride.” She grabbed her purse reaching for the door when she felt his hand grab her forearm. Facing him she saw that his eyes were on her.

“Why you seem upset all of a sudden? What I do?”

“I’m not upset I just want go inside. I’ve been up all morning.” She stated somewhat telling the truth.

It wasn’t a secret to Erik that Amiyah liked him. He caught on to that very fast. It was her body language that always gave her away. Whenever he came around her she would tense up. She could never hold eye contact with him longer than ten seconds and she would always make herself quiet the moment he made himself known. There have been times when she didn’t know that he was around and he would hear her speak but when he’d show his face she was on mute. He knew that her experience with being around men that wasn’t her brother was low. She didn’t know how to express herself correctly so instead she would try her best to become unnoticeable. But he noticed her, he noticed everything.

“That’s not my girl. We just be fucking from time and time but I never put a title on her.” He spoke honestly wanting to leave her with some information she didn’t have to spend days trying to figure. As long as it came from him that’s all that matters.

Amiyah glanced down to see his hand had left from her arm. Crossing her arms she sat up straight. “Why you telling me this?”

Erik shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe that’s something I want you to know. Something I can share between just me and you.”

“Okay.” Going back into her timid state she looked down at her thighs.

Noticing this Erik nudged her chin with his fingers making her look up at him.

“I gotta go. But I’ll be around.”

She nodded her head.

He got out the car and opened her door.

“You want me to walk you up?”

“No I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” She smiled.

Before he could stop his actions he found himself grabbing her hand and pulling her back wrapping his arms around her waist for a hug. He felt it was something she needed. Hell he needed it.

He bent his head down smelling a mixture of blueberry and peppermint oil on her neck. That with the feeling of her soft breast pushed on his chest made his dick jump. It was something about her touch that felt different.

“Damn you smell good.” He mumbled but knew she heard him.

Just the feeling of his arms wrapped around her waist alone Amiyah wanted to moan so badly. When his hand swipe the small of her back she bit her lip. She didn’t know the meaning of what it felt like to be touch starved until today. Never would she have thought that a simple hug would make her feel thumping coming from her clitoris. His hands made her feel so safe and protected she didn’t want the hug to end. But of course all good things must come to an end.

Finally separating from each other she looked up at Erik who was staring down at her with low eyes with that bottom lip tucked in and his left dimple showing.

“ Gimmie ya number.” What came out more as a command than a question he reached in his pocket grabbing his phone. He unlocked it for her facing it in her direction.

Out of habit he kept his head on swivel checking his surroundings while he waited for her to make sure they were safe.

Without hesitation she logged her digits in his phone. Trying her best not to show the shakiness in her hands as she wrote her name and then placing a purple heart emoji next to it. Purple was her favorite color.

Erik checked it smiling at her boldness.

“Oh you got an emoji already. Most people gotta earn that in my phone.”

“Well I’m not most people.” She spoke under her breath.

He’d let her get away with that one.

“ Aight I’ma call you soon. Pick up when I do.” He gave her one last side hug before walking to the driver side.

“Wait but I don’t have your number how I’m supposed to know it’s you?”

“You gon know it’s me.”

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Part Three

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Star-Crossed Lovers Part Two

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes @sarcasmismyfirstlove​

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Reader has an assumed name in this (she is not named, but she goes by Sophia Turner since she is in hiding)

Description:  Y/N now lives in Metropolis, she likes her life, but she misses the one she lost.  Jason has spent eight months trying to find her, but to no avail.  Maybe they truly weren’t meant to be.

A/N: I originally wasn’t going to post this part so soon.  But I got inspired today and couldn’t stop writing it.  I hope y’all enjoy.  And please pretend that’s not a notebook for school okay.  I’m too lazy to go looking for something new right now. 

Her window was open letting in a nice spring breeze.  Dinner was cooking in the oven and she was reading over the events from that day.  It had been eight months since Y/N had hopped off the bus at the Metropolis station and entered the motel she would be staying at for the next few days. That was when she had found a quaint apartment that would do until she got on her feet.

Her phone buzzed and she looked over at it.

Clark: I need a favor, Sophie.

Sophie.  The name she had assumed when she moved to Metropolis.  Her full name was Sophia Turner.  Sionis was more than likely dead, but Y/N wasn’t taking any chances.  She hadn’t stopped looking over her shoulder since that night, and sometimes she would dream that he had found her. 

In her dreams sometimes he was torturing her, but sometimes it was Red sitting in that chair.  He was begging her to do something while Sionis laughed sadistically and said, “My little puppet ain’t gonna do shit, Red.  She used you.”

“No!”  Y/N would cry when she registered the betrayal on Red’s face.  

She would sit up straight in her bed and gasp before the dream went any further.  Most of the time she would look at the clock and see it was still in the early hours of the morning.  

Now she was staring at the text from Clark and sighed.

Sophia:  I’m listening, but you’ll owe me, Kent.

Clark was a good guy.  A little flighty at times, but that was part of his charm.  He was the one that had taken the risk on her when she had gone to the Daily Planet trying to get a job.  He never abused that either.  He was a genuinely good guy, something that had unnerved Y/N at first, but now she was grateful for it.

Clark:  I’m supposed to be meeting with Lex Luthor tomorrow to ask him about the Superboy project, but I’m needed elsewhere.  Sort of a family emergency.  Do you think you can cover for me with Lex?

Lex was Metropolis’s biggest asshole.  And she could eat him for breakfast.

Sophia: Sure thing.  Need me to water your plants while you’re away?

Clark:  Please?  I’ll leave the key to my place in my top desk drawer, just pick it up tomorrow when you come in.  You’re a lifesaver, Sophie. 

A lifesaver….  Sure.

Jason came home to the manor at least once a week for a good home cooked meal and so he wouldn’t be alone at the safehouse.  He hadn't returned to the one that he and Y/N had always frequented.  He couldn’t, she was still haunting the place.  Tonight however when he entered the manor he heard Dick and Tim arguing.

“You need to tell him,” Dick hissed.  “He deserves to know the truth.”

“No, I made a promise to her that I wouldn’t,” Tim spat back.  “Plus I haven’t even found Sionis yet.  How would it look if Red Hood showed up in a city other than Gotham?  Sionis knows about them, and Y/N would be compromised.”

Jason’s breath hitched at the sound of her name.  Tim knew?  Tim knew and hadn’t told Jason anything.

He threw open the door so hard that it let a dent in the wall, Dick cringed knowing that Alfred was going to be mad at that.  Tim looked coolly at Jason, unbothered by the display.  “Where is she, Replacement?”

“Who?”  

Jason was starting to see red.  “You know damn well who.  Y/N.  Where is she?  What the fuck did you do?”

Dick came over to Jason and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, but it was roughly tossed off by Jason, “Jay--”

“Don’t,” he snapped, his gaze going to Dick.  “Don’t you dare.  Tim knows something and I want to know what it is.”

Bruce entered the kitchen, having heard the raucous that his boys were causing.  “Tim, Dick, I need a moment alone with Jason.”  They nodded and swiftly made their exit.  Bruce leaned against the counter, “Y/N’s story about how she came to work with Sionis was true.”  Jason looked at Bruce confused.  “Except I met her a month before she met you.”

“What?”  Jason’s tone relayed the shock he felt.

Bruce closed his eyes, “She got mixed up with the wrong people because of her boyfriend and after Sionis killed him he kidnapped her and forced her to take on the role as a bodyguard.  Commissioner Gordon came to me with a note from an anonymous source from someone in Sionis’s organization telling him to send the Bat to a certain location.  I met with Y/N and she told me that she wanted out, that she didn’t want to be payment for her ex’s misdeeds.  She fed me information and in exchange I promised to set her free.”

“So you knew that she was going to fake her death this entire time?!”  Jason’s anger was returning.  He had spent the last eight months agonizing over where she could be, turning over every stone only to come up with a dead end.  And this entire time Bruce had known it was a ploy all along.

“Yes, but  didn’t know the two of you had been involved.  She never disclosed that to me, and I didn’t expect her to tell me things she did in her free time.”  Bruce looked regretful, “Jason, I think you were the only normal relationship in her life and I think you brought her some semblance of happiness.”

“Apparently not enough to tell me the plan,” he said bitterly.

Bruce pulled something from his pocket and passed it over to Jason, “It’s from her.  I don’t know where it came from, but if I had to guess I wouldn’t be able to figure it out either.  I haven’t read it, but maybe she will answer some of your questions.”  With that, Bruce took his leave.

Dear Red,

By now you probably know that I’m not dead.  Maybe you even know that I met with Batman a month before I ever even met with you.  That was purely coincidental.  I didn’t plan on things progressing like they did between us.  It made my job a whole hell of a lot more complicated that it needed to be.  And for what it’s worth I’m sorry for how it all went down, but Red, I hope you understand that I couldn’t tell you.  That was just not an option.

I’m somewhere safe for now.  I have been for awhile, just blending in and living my life to the fullest that I can.  I hope you’re doing well too and not getting too many bullet wounds.  Who’s going to patch you up now that I’m not there :p

He chuckled at the little hand drawn face.

I do miss you, Red.  Our banter.  Your kisses.  How you made me feel normal for a few hours a night.  Even with the mask on I could still pretend we were just two average people living our lives.

We were dealt a shitty hand, and as I told you that night we truly are just star-crossed lovers.  I’ll see you in the next life, Red.  Maybe that one will be kinder to us, and maybe I can finally see what color your eyes are.  Can I tell you what color I think they are?  Blue, I always imagined you had the prettiest shade of blue eyes.  Like the sky on a summer day.  Cloudless and beautiful.

I need to cut this short before I start crying on the page.  Take care of yourself, Red.  I’ll be waiting for you at the River Styx or maybe you’ll be waiting for me.  And I’ll finally know your real name and what color your eyes truly are.

Goodbye, Red.

Y/N

Jason stared at your name signed at the bottom for the longest time and finally when he tore his eyes away from it, he neatly folded it and put it back in the envelope.  He then headed up to his room and stored the letter in one of his drawers, not wanting anyone to disturb it.

The Daily Planet was bustling when Y/N arrived to work the following morning.  Clark - who was usually in before her - was nowhere to be seen.  She hadn’t expected to see him, but it was still weird.  

Wandering over to his desk she found the key like he had promised and stuck it in her pocket before heading to her own desk and preparing for the meeting with Lex.  Lois stopped by her desk to say good morning and chit chat for a few minutes before going to work on her own assignments.  Around ten thirty Y/N headed out to LexCorp.

“Mr. Kent was supposed to be interviewing Mr. Luthor,” the receptionist said.

Y/N kept the forced smile on her face, “Yes, that’s true, but Mr. Kent unfortunately had an emergency that has taken him out of the city and he asked me to fill in.”  She showed the receptionist her credentials.  “I am more than qualified to handle the interview today.”

“It’s fine Lacy,” a new voice added and Y/N turned to see Lex standing there with a smile on his face.  “I was alerted of the change last night, Mr. Kent was nice enough to email me and let me know.  Miss Turner, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You too, Mr. Luthor,” she responded.  As she made to leave the receptionist area she shot a scathing look at the girl behind the desk who was frowning.  She probably thought Y/N was some groupie waiting to throw herself at Lex.

As if.

The two of them made it into Lex’s office and he offered her something to drink.  “Water, coffee, tea?  Just say the word and I can have it here for you immediately.”

“No thank you, I’m quite all right,” the quicker that she could get this interview over the better.  She got her recorder set up and looked to Lex, “Clark informed me that he was going to be talking to you about the Superboy project, is that correct?”

“Yes it is, everyone has been dying to know more about the program,” he responded.  “The world needed a Superman, as I’m sure you’re aware Superman was thought to be dead there for a good while.”

Y/N had known that, although she had been in Gotham at the time more concerned with her own welfare than that of a superhero that had supposedly died.  “I am, so you decided to respond and give Metropolis hope then?  That is what Superman represents, is it not?”

There was a shift in Lex’s smile that Y/N picked up on, but she wasn’t going to push him on it.  He apparently had a dislike of Superman, but if he didn’t like him then why create a clone?  “Yes it is, and yes I wanted to give this city some hope that everything was going to be okay.  That LexCorp would make sure that while the big, bad Superman was away I would be the one to look after us.”

Y/N hummed, “Mr. Luthor, how long have you been working on this project?  This doesn’t seem like an overnight solution and you seemed to unveil it fairly quickly?”

“Are you trying to insinuate something, Miss Turner?”  Lex’s eyes narrowed.

Y/N’s smile turned predatory, “No sir, just merely asking some questions.  I wondered how something as complex as replicating Superman’s powers took place so quickly.  And how?  How did you replicate Superman’s powers?”

“I had some of Superman’s DNA on hand, a gift from the Man of Steel himself,” Lex replied coolly.  

Hardly, Y/N thought.  She knew how these heroes worked, their identities were pivotal in maintaining some semblance of a normal life outside of hero hours.  There was no way that Lex had legally obtained that DNA sample he claimed to have gotten from Superman.  “It sounds like you and Superman are close, would you say that the two of you are friends?”

“Oh yes,” Lex matched her smile as if trying to intimidate her.  What he didn’t know is she had been around some of the worst Gotham had to offer and he didn’t frighten her in the slightest.  “We were very close.”

“You must have been crushed when everyone thought that he had died.”  She saw through his smile and the lies.  Superman and Lex weren’t close, but he wasn’t going to say that in something that would be printed in the Daily Planet.

“I was, it was like losing an old friend,” Lex rested a hand over his chest for dramatic effect.

Before she could ask her next question they heard someone saying, “Sir, sir you can’t go in there.”

The door to Lex’s office opened and revealed Bruce Wayne.  Y/N had never had the pleasure of meeting him when she had lived in Gotham.  She hadn’t run in those circles, but she would know the billionaire anywhere.  “Lex, we need to speak now.”  His gaze landed on her and she froze.  For the first time in a while she felt exposed under the intense look he was giving her.

“Could it wait, Bruce,” Lex forced out.  “I am in a meeting with the lovely Miss Sophia Turner here.”  

Y/N turned to Lex, still feeling the weight of Bruce’s stair on her back as she did so, “It’s all right, Mr. Luthor.  You seem to have some important business to attend to right now.  Thank you for your time.  The article should be out by Friday if all goes well.  Email me with any other information you can disclose about the Superboy project that would be pertinent for the article.  Have a nice day,” then she fled as quickly as she could.

Bruce watched Y/N flee the office.  Sophia Turner, huh?  He wasn’t surprised to find her living under an assumed name.  He looked to Lex who was glaring at him, “Did I interrupt something?”

Lex’s eyes narrowed, “You damn well know you did.  Now what do you want?”

“You have a leak,” Bruce said, causing Lex’s face to pale.

Y/N made it back to her desk without any other blasts from her past and she began to go over the information she had from her interview and checked her email to see that Lex’s assistant had sent over any other relevant information she would need to type up the remaining gaps.  

A few hours later she was closing up shop and heading to Clark’s to make sure his plants didn’t die.  As she moved down the sidewalk her mind drifted to thoughts of Red Hood, wondering what he was up to and if he were okay.  She also wondered if he had gotten her letter yet or if maybe he had thrown it out the moment he knew that it was from her.

She wouldn’t blame him if he had.

As she continued down the street she accidentally bumped into someone.  She stumbled for a moment and looked up as she said, “Sorry.”  When her eyes met his, she was shocked to find the prettiest blue she had ever seen.

He smiled at her, “It’s all right.  Have a good evening.”  Then he was sidestepping her and going about his business.  She watched him go, wondering why he seemed so familiar to her.

And those eyes.

Like the sky on a summer day.  Cloudless and beautiful.

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Bring Him Light - vii (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The reader’s allies provide her with a way out.

Warnings: the reader gets hurt in this (slap), sketchiness, patriarchy, Strucker is an asshole, Steve is an asshole, Steve’s mood swings are in full force here LMAO, mentions of sex, overuse of the word “whore”, oh there’s a reveal in this (but it’s probably not what y’all are expecting), probably really bad writing if i’m honest... this was kinda rushed

Word Count: 2.9k

I hope you guys enjoy!

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After the execution of Sister Mary, the kingdom seemed to be at a standstill. Weeks later, the woman’s last words – “And you will be put to rest in an early grave and may you rot in hell along with (Y/N) Stark, your future widow.” – still hung in the air. Her headless body had been removed from the platform, but the blood still stained the wood and the ground underneath. When you stared at the dried crimson that later turned into an awful brown shade, you could still hear her strong words and feel her stare.

But the woman’s words didn’t seem to phase Steven. It was as if he expected her outburst. He slept soundly next to you the night he beheaded her and every night after. His snores filled the room and you watched his chest rise and fall. You imagined what he dreamt about. You wondered if he had any remorse.

You wouldn’t know. He’s barely spoken to you in the weeks that followed except for the greetings in the mornings and when he bedded you at night. It felt as if he were apologizing for scaring you through his movements. Gentle, kind, loving. Everything that the man with the cold, murderous glare that took Sister Mary’s life couldn’t possibly possess.

You’d like to think that he was two different people. One was a heartless king that murdered his past two wives. The other was the loving husband who kissed every inch of your body and whispered sweet nothings as he made love to you.

But you’d be wrong, for they were two sides of the same coin that you were too afraid to toss.

Steven watched with a curious stare as his cousin walked up to you in the halls of the castle. Samuel’s words were ignored by the king as his eyes narrowed from seeing you two interact. Your ladies greeting Brock with small curtseys before being dismissed by you.

“Lord Pierce and I would like a private meeting,” Brock whispered in your ear.

“Where?” You asked.

“In the center of the garden – the one with the fountain – “

“I know which one.” You glanced over as your husband approached you both. “Thank you, Lord Rumlow.” He nodded before walking away. You made the motion to walk in the direction your ladies wandered off to, but Steven seized your forearm. His grip alone let you know which side of the coin he had landed on today. “My love, I trust that your matters with the state are going well?”

Steven pulled you close to him, so close you could feel his breath on your neck. “What did Rumlow want?”

He never took you for a liar. You weren’t good at it. You were an outspoken young woman who had a knack for articulating what was exactly on your mind, but you smiled at him – a forced one, he knew the difference by now.

“He was informing me about the change in the orphanage. The children are being housed elsewhere.” Steven saw the glint of fear in your eyes. He relinquished his grip before pulling his hands to his sides.

“That’s wonderful news.” Lord Wilson nodded when his king didn’t respond. He turned to Steven. “Your grace, shall we – “

“I would like to talk to my wife… Alone.” Samuel glanced at you then at his king before bowing his head and walking off. “Everyone, leave us!”

“The people are busy tidying and cleaning. Surely, they don’t need to leave.” You reasoned. You had no intentions of being alone with this side of the king.

“LEAVE. US.”  He repeated the order louder and everyone scurried out of the room. With the last slam of the door, Steven glanced at you again. He reached out and caressed your cheek gently. You held your breath. “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I didn’t lie.” He watched the muscles of your neck tense.

“What did Brock tell you?” You repeated your story about the children in the orphanage without hesitation. Steven let out a frustrated sigh. “You know as well as I do what rumors are capable of.”

“Of course.”

“I wonder what the servants are gossiping about when they see my wife – their queen – whispering with my cousin. He was awfully close to you. In a way only I should be. In broad daylight, too. They must think you’re both bold.”

“He was only just informing – “

“When you have my child, there must be no doubt about who the father is. You get close to a man who is not your husband, the rumors will damage us. It will weaken my child’s claim to the throne. Do you understand?”

“This is about your petty jealousy?” You snapped. “Damn the rumors, right? They’re just rumors, right, Steven? You shouldn’t listen to them as much as I shouldn’t.”

“Rumors about a cruel king and whore queen are two very different things.” Steven spat. You frowned at his words. How dare he… “A cruel king is feared, respected. A whore is not. Do you understand?”

You thought about Sharon and the men who favored her. You remembered how Steven had no hesitation in beheading Mary – how he probably had no hesitation in beheading Sharon, too. As much as he showed you affection, you realized he would show no hesitation in taking your life as well.

You bit back your response and nodded. “I’ve only been with you. I can assure you that.” You muttered, adverting your eyes and shifting underneath his hard stare.

You winced when your husband leaned in and pecked your lips. He stared at you though you didn’t meet his eyes. “The Duke will be arriving soon. I trust that you’ll be there when he arrives?” You nodded. And without another word, the king walked off leaving you alone in the empty hallway.

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“What is this about?” You asked as you walked towards the fountain. The two men were awaiting your arrival. Alexander sitting on the edge of the basin while Brock stood with his arms crossed.

“Can we trust you?” Pierce was straightforward in his question.

“I don’t understand?” You glanced over at Brock who studied you. “Shouldn’t that be my question? I still don’t know why you told me about Margaret and Sharon.”

“Because you deserved to know the truth.” Brock answered.

“What did the king tell you?” Pierce prompted.

You debated whether or not to tell them the truth. You didn’t know if you could trust these men. But then again, you didn’t know if you could trust anyone in this court. You need allies. Powerful ones that could protect you. Could Lord Rumlow and Lord Pierce be those friends?

You gulped and hoped that they would. “He told me that my friendship with Brock could inspire rumors and if I were to fall pregnant with his child that those rumors could potentially endanger us.”

Pierce nodded. “An affair is treason, too. He’d have grounds for your execution. Even your king father won’t be able to protect you.”

“I know.” You nodded. Your hands nervously tugged at your dress. The fabric felt tight around your abdomen. “To be frank with you, my lords, I’m afraid for my life. I lie awake at night and wonder when will he grow tired of me – when will I meet the same fate as his past wives?”

“Say any word and I will arrange for you to be brought to your home in York.” Pierce offered.

“If I go to York, my father will just send me back. Steven can send armed men to seize me and I’ll be brought back like a prisoner.” You shook your head. “I’m essentially his property, just titled as a princess and a queen for decoration to make it sound luxurious.”

“I can bring you to Wakanda,” Pierce rebutted. “King T’Challa is a tolerable and honorable man. If he hears that you are endangered by your father and your husband, he will shelter you in his kingdom and keep you safe.”

“We’ll smuggle you and your ladies out of Brooken on a boat. We’ll see you are protected in this voyage.” Brock added.

“In exchange for what?” You asked. “You’re risking your lives to protect me. Why?”

“We’ve seen far too many women die at his hands.” Pierce answered. “No more bloodshed.”

You weren’t sure if you should believe him. When you first acquainted yourself with the lords of the court, you quickly noticed how Steven’s moods fouled when Pierce and Rumlow were present. There had to be reason for that… But why were these two men so eager to keep you safe?

Then, your mind wandered to the other people who depended on you. Natasha had grown close to Lord Barnes, who was now openly courting her. You wouldn’t ask your friends to uproot their lives. You thought about your well-kept secret and how you needed Steven, your husband, who appeared to be slowly shedding his kind façade.

This was your way out… But should you take it?

“Thank you, my lords. I will keep this in mind.”

“Please do, your grace. We only want you to live.”

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Your fatigue was evident on your face as the night wore on. Your husband was hosting another party to welcome a visitor, Duke Baron Strucker. You were briefly introduced to the man when he arrived. From what Lord Rumlow has told you, he had vast holdings of grain and it was his grain that fed majority of the people – and that the extravagant party was to stroke the man’s ego, so that he may continue to provide food.

Wanda was glued to your side the entire evening. The two of you watched as Natasha danced the night away with Lord Barnes. When the three of you were alone, you’d all gush about how the pair made a lovely couple.

“We should excuse you for the night.” Wanda whispered to you. A servant offered you a glass of wine and you smiled and shook your head. “You look tired, and in your condition – “

“I’m fine.” You told her. You squeezed her arm to assure her.

“Have you told him?” Wanda asked, her voice so low you almost didn’t hear her over the music.

Before you could answer, the guest of honor walked up to the both of you with your husband at his side. “The lovely Queen (Y/N)!” The Duke sloppily bowed. He was drunk from the many cups of ale he consumed throughout the night. “You did know how to pick ‘em, eh, Stevie?”

Your jaw clenched as you forced a smile. Your husband was just as uncomfortable as you but he was better at acting. “My love, are you tired?” He asked you. You faked another smile and shook your head. He didn’t believe you. “Lady Wanda, will you escort the queen – “

“Lady Wanda!” Strucker smiled, seizing Wanda’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips. She visibly cringed. In the corner of your eye, you saw her brother, Ser Pietro, tense up as if he felt her discomfort. “Ah, don’t be a tease, milady! You are a sight.”

“Thank you,” Wanda gulped. She tried to pull her hand away, but the man refused to let her go. During the awkward exchange, Natasha and James stopped dancing and hastily walked over to your group. Natasha’s eyes narrowed at the man’s grip on her friend’s hand as did Lord Barnes’s.

“Accompany me with a dance.”

“My king asked me to escort my queen to her chambers. I should heed – “

“Oh, just one dance!” The man argued. He pulled her but she refused to move. “C’mere, you little – “

“Unhand my lady.” You defended.

“(Y/N) – “Steve muttered, grabbing your arm.

You shrugged him off as you snatched Wanda’s hand away from the Duke. You gestured for Pietro to come forward and the knight did so with no hesitation. He took his sister and walked her out of the hall. You intended to walk after them, but the Duke wouldn’t stop talking.

“Oh, ‘em York girls really are a different breed, eh?” Strucker told your husband. He looked over Natasha, but when he saw how close she stood next to James, he adverted his eyes. He looked you up and down. He was shameless. With a smirk, he nudged your husband. “How’s the wife in bed?”

You whirled around and took a step towards the two men. You cocked up an eyebrow at Steven. The king coughed and shook his head. “Those are private matters, I’m afraid, Baron.” He chuckled, awkwardly.

“That Lady Wanda have any suitors? I’d love to – “

“The answer is no.” You said. “You may not court Lady Wanda.”

The man rolled his eyes, bringing his chalice to his lips. “Dresses like that, she looks like she belongs in a whorehouse rather than prancing ‘round court as a lady.”

Natasha’s jaw dropped and before she could defend her friend, you frowned and retaliated. “You are in my court and you will respect my ladies. Is that understood?” The man held his hands up in defense and nodded.

“(Y/N) – “Steven muttered, but you only glared up at him.

“How dare you allow your guests talk like that about my ladies.” You snapped.

The Duke gave the king a shocked look. He was surprised at how outspoken the new queen was. You didn’t hesitate to talk back or defend your friends. From what he understood, you were a princess – King Anthony Stark’s eldest daughter. Weren’t princesses groomed to be seen and not heard? How does the king deal with such fiery defiance? He wondered.

Steven clasped a hand on the Duke’s shoulder and bellowed a laugh. You frowned at your husband. Even Lord Barnes seemed to be taken back from the reaction. “I think you’ve had one too many to drink, my love. You best retire to your chambers. Lady Natasha, if you will.”

“Are you sending me to my room like a child?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows up in annoyance.

Steven only meant to exclude you from the narrative. You were disrespecting and challenging a noble who had control over much needed grain. But you didn’t know that. All you knew was that the man was disrespectful and rude and needed to be reminded of his place.

“Perhaps you should break this one in more,” Strucker chided. “She seems rather mouthy.”

“I beg your pardon?” You snapped. The commotion seemed to drag more attention. Lord Rumlow was rushed to your side. Steven frowned upon seeing his cousin try to pull you away.

“Perhaps, I should.” Steven said dryly. He glared at Brock’s hand on your arm as you glared at him.

“Steve – “Bucky whispered, pulling at the king’s arm.

“Perhaps, should I also sell Lady Wanda to a whorehouse? Since she dresses the part already.”

“Steve!” Bucky gasped. “The king’s drunk, your grace,” he said, turning to you. “He doesn’t mean it.”

Your eyes were nearly bulging out of your head. You pulled you arm away from Brock’s hand as you rushed towards your husband, pointing a finger into his broad chest. “Don’t you dare talk about my lady, my friend, in that manner, you vile monster!”

Steven’s face fell as the words escaped your lips. The whole court seemed to freeze. The music had stopped abruptly as the whole party watched you undermine the king in his own castle, at his own party. He looked over at Brock, who steadily tried to call your attention, trying to take you away from him. He felt anger bubbling up in his chest. He couldn’t stop his hand from striking you across the face.

Your head snapped to the side. You heard someone gasp. And again, the whole court was at a standstill.

Your skin tingled with pain as tears pricked in your eyes. Your shaky hand reached towards your burning skin and winced. His wedding ring had cut your cheek. Blood collected at the slit.

“Your grace, come,” Lord Rumlow muttered, pulling you back. “(Y/N).” Natasha let go of James’s hand and rushed over to your side. You allowed Brock to pull you away and lead you out of the party, your friend beside you.

You couldn’t hold it together. As soon as the doors slammed shut, leaving you alone with the two, you let out a sob. Natasha wrapped her arms around you and ran her fingers through your hair, trying to calm you.

“We should go to your chambers.” Lord Rumlow muttered. “No one must see you cry.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I want to go back to my old rooms. I will not share a bed with him. Not tonight. Never again.” You looked over at Brock. He felt sorry for you. He truly did. “Tell Lord Pierce that I will take his offer.”

The promise of safety and sanctuary in Wakanda had interested you before. It was your very plan when you initially ran away from York. But you did have a reason to stay by your husband. A good reason. But now it was the very reason you needed to leave.

Your hand grazed over your stomach. There was no bump, not yet, but you knew – the midwife confirmed it. The life growing inside of you needed to be protected from all harm, but the greatest threat seemed to be the man you married. The monster truly bearing his fangs to you for the first time.

And if you or your baby had any chance at survival in this court, you needed to leave it.

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ariana birthday hcs !! —

it’s september 1st in south korea & japan rn,,,, so you know what that means

26th birthday hcs 👁👁

(this post is long as hell so brace urselves lmao)

on the morning of her birthday, ariana is woken up by either twitter and message notifications or her husband

her fans are blowing up her mentions with birthday wishes and her family & friends are doing the same, so bet that she has about a million notifs

since byakuya gets ready for work before ariana, he usually comes back to wake her up (even if she’s already up lol)

he hands her coffee (a caramel macchiato with a shit ton of cream and three sugars), tells her “good morning” and “happy birthday, love,” and kisses her on the forehead

(SOBBINFGMNBKJHBMK)

they usually have a short lil conversation about whatever (what they’re going to do that day, ariana’s birthday, other random topics) before byakuya tells ariana to go to work lol

but before she does, she usually opens twitter and scrolls down her birthday hashtags (which are already trending with about 100,000 or so tweets lmao), and responds to her text messages

three hashtags i came up with are “#AutumnFairyAri,” “#26WishesForAriana,” and “#아름이하트27개” (#27HeartsForAhreum) 🥺

(the last one is because ariana is 27 in korea lol)

guaranteed that she’s smiling like an idiot at those tweets lol

if her fans are lucky, ariana might like their post. if they’re extra lucky, she might even respond-

(cue the combustion of her fanbase)

then she posts a lil morning selfie, thanks her fans for all the birthday wishes, complains about how she has to go to work on her birthday, and then she finally gets ready for work lol

as ariana does, her fanbase is literally in flames lmao they’re screaming at her new selfie (“LOOK AT HER HAIR OMG MNJSHFJFMNGJ” - one of ariana’s fans, most likely), flooding her comment section, and taking over the trending page

ari and byakuya usually leave together, and ariana gets dropped off first, so when she does, they usually say goodbye to each other & byakuya gives her another kiss on the head

ofc they say “i love you” to each other, and if anyone around them has sumn to say about it, then byakuya can just make their jobs disappear !! 😗✌🏽

once ariana gets to work, she’s immediately greeted by another round of birthday wishes and the occasional gift (because oh my GOD she gets so many from her staff)

the best gift comes from her manager of 22 years, yoo miyeon. that woman is literally like ariana’s second mother it’s so cute-

miyeon usually says something along the lines of “remember when you were shorter than me ???” (it is now the other way around lmao)

near the end of her day, ariana sits in her company’s conference room, goes live on vlive, and opens the shit ton of gifts, cards, letters, and bouquets that were sent to her by her fans (and god damn doesn’t she get a lot-)

(ariana loves the bouquets,,, she literally squeals every time she sees that she got another one :(( she’ll be making flower arrangements with all of them later on lol and she’ll probably go live again 👁👁)

her birthday lives are one of the things ariana loves the most. she gets to speak to her fans, speak to her staff all casually, and her fans get to see her again. it’s a win-win :))

(bet, byakuya is watching that live when he has the time and has sent a message to ariana. when she spots his message, knows it’s him, and gets incredibly happy is one of the best moments of the live)

she also speaks to her family (they’re all in korea and america while she’s in japan 😕) during the live !! near the end, ari blows out the candles of the cakes that were bought for her by her staff and her family, and she answers questions from her fans

(lol remember back in 2011 when ari’s fans thought she was gonna finish high school & come back to korea, but instead she met this tall blond mf, fell in love with him, moved in with him, and then ended up marrying him 10 years later so now she’s really not coming back ??? lmao good times 🤣🤣🤣)

it’s a v nice moment & if you miss it, that’s such a loss lol ariana rarely goes live since she’s always so busy

after well over 12 hours, ari’s work day is finally over. on those types of days, she gets home before byakuya at around 7 or 8pm

after work, both of them go to dinner !! :))

while byakuya is coming home, ariana just gets ready. there’s a dress from byakuya that was hung by his staff in ariana’s closet (it’s black and designer, ofc 🙄✋🏽), and all ari has to do is shower, do her hair and makeup, pick out her shoes, and pick out a bag from the literal hundreds that she has

say it with me, y’all !! bag hag

ariana goes live on instagram while she does that as some kind of “get ready with with me” thing. she gets to talk to her fans again (especially her stan twitter ones lol), ask how she should style her hair & do her makeup, and ask what accessories she should choose

she also plays music in the background (especially britney spears, christina aguilera, the pussycat dolls, rihanna, nelly furtado, gwen stefani, lee hyori, or hyuna because they make her feel hotter than she already is lmao) !!

and ari sings to whatever’s playing and she gets haruka-

(am i allowed to put her here ??? i’ll just put here here lol 🤪)

-to say hi & help with her hair and makeup, so ariana’s lives are just a gold mine worth of content lmao

byakuya comes home just a lil while before ariana’s finished, and ofc, she forces asks him to say hi to her fans

lmao all that man does is silently wave with the world’s straightest face, and the chat is just yelling about how fine he is (“GO OFF RICH BOY” - one off ariana’s fans, probably). like HE’S NOT DOING ANYTHINGFGDHMBK

but as they should 😩☝🏽

ariana asks her fans if she should leave or stay on the live for a while longer, and ofc, they usually say that she should stay,,,, but that woman rarely listens tbh ASMNKHJFMNJK

she might stay for like,,, 5 minutes, but usually, she just leaves lmao

a lil while before she and byakuya leave, they talk to each other and to haruka for a while, and haruka probably most definitely takes polaroid pictures of ari and byakuya before they leave lol

(ariana def posts those on twitter later and all byakuya does is retweet them)

(but ofc he’ll tweet out a post wishing his wife a happy birthday,,, okay byakuya, look at you making progress !!)

the restaurant ariana and byakuya go to is of course very fancy and luxurious (it probably serves french cuisine too lmao). ari insists that they get a table on the rooftop, and since it’s her birthday (and since he loves her sm), byakuya complies :))

they talk the entire night, and if she can, ariana reaches over to hold byakuya’s hand most of the time :((

(taking a bit from rae’s hcs on how byakuya would celebrate his s/o’s birthday,,,,, like i’ve kinda been doing the whole time 🚶🏽‍♀️)

after dinner, the two of them will take a walk through tokyo. ariana would love it (well, not really, because she’s wearing literal heels lmao), especially since she and byakuya rarely get to do things like that. she’ll be taking pictures of things she finds interesting and would 100% ask byakuya to take pictures of her (and vice versa)

(she’s posting those on twitter too,,, ariana nation is getting fed well lol)

and then they can finally go back home and stay home, and ariana can finally open the rest of her gifts !!

they’re gifts from her family, her close friends, and of course, from byakuya and haruka !! ari’s literally smiling the whole time as she opens her presents (especially the ones from her family,,, hayley’s homemade birthday cards are always so cute 🥺), and haruka has that polaroid camera out again

(ariana: does anything)

(haru: you’re doing great sweetie !! 😀📸)

idk exactly what ariana would want for her birthday (tmw you don’t even know the preferences of your own character 🧍🏽‍♀️), but most likely, it’s either something homemade or a designer item lmao (mainly another purse-)

fun fact: her aunt josephine spoils the shit out of her lol like ariana could see a bunch of bags from chanel, louis vuitton, and yves saint laurent and automatically think “yeah, that’s my aunt lol”

ariana facetimes her family again, as well !! they get to speak to byakuya and haruka, they sing “happy birthday” to her in korean, they ask her if she liked their gifts, and it’s just a very cute family moment :))

it’s like,,, 11pm by the time ari finishes opening her presents, so she really has to go to bed

before that though, she spams her followers with the pictures that were taken, and posts one last “thank you” tweet before her birthday inevitably ends 😕

(well not really since it’s gonna be september 1st in other parts of the world lmao)

“everyone! thank u sooo much for all the birthday wishes u gave me today! it wouldn’t have been such a great one without y’all, my family, my best friends, my husband (@ByakuyaTogami), and my no. 1 fan, my sister-in-law lmao (@harukaonice). i love each and every single one of y’all with my entire heart, and i’m so glad u love me just as much 🥺 i saw as many of ur posts as i could, and i just wanna thank y’all for reaching over a million tweets! can’t believe y’all think that i’m that important lol (i mean, ofc i am 🙄✋🏻) anyways, once again, thank y’all smmmm! love y’all lots!! <3 ari <3” - ariana’s tweet 🥺 (that she posts in four different languages lol; english, korean, japanese, and french !!)

(SHE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART IM LITERALLY CRINGHMNHJDJGKM)

then ariana and byakuya finally go to sleep (it’s like 1am now jesus christ-), and ariana’s twitter notifications are still blowing tf up lmao

n e ways, that ends this behemoth of a post !! happy birthday to my baby, ariana park and even though she doesn’t exist (😕), i hope she enjoys it to the fullest !!

bonus !!

if she has a public appearance scheduled before or on her birthday, if fans are allowed to attend, they sing “happy birthday” to her whenever they see her !!

like, she could be entering a building and they would sing it, and then she could exit a few hours later & they’ll sing it again lol

ariana’s just like, “babes, you already sang this to me earlier !!”

when it comes to her “more important” birthdays (although her birthdays are always important)—such as her 18th, 20th, or 21st birthdays—ariana will throw quite a big party. like there would be a bunch of celebrities and popular society figures on the list,,, it would be a whole spectacle that the average person could only dream of getting into lmao (like me, ofc 🚶🏽‍♀️)

when ari was a child, her parents would throw a birthday party for her nearly every year lol,,, and while they were living in korea together, they would have dinner with nearly their entire family, too

(she always got two cakes, too,,, like it’s just kinda tradition for the park family at this point lol)

since ariana and jungkook (from bts) share the same birthday, either one of them message each other to wish each other a happy birthday !! ari also sends him a gift, while jungkook posts said gift on twitter and probably fanboys,,, i have a feeling that he would be a fan of her and her dramas,,, as well as the rest of bts

(they have each other’s numbers because ariana is a korean celebrity and they’ve attended events together on multiple occasions,,, ofc she and bts know each other lmao)

and i forgot to mention, but haruka would totally watch ariana’s birthday vlive if she didn’t have practice or something,,, probably sending as many messages as she can & aggressively hearting the live lmao,,, that girl really is ariana’s biggest fan SKJMNNFJMK

i also forgot to mention that JH entertainment (ariana’s agency) releases photos from a birthday photo shoot that they did with her !! they have different themes every year and they’re always so cute :((

they’re also taken prior to ariana’s actually birthday, especially since she’s always in japan now lol (but like,,, how do people not notice her going back and forth between korea & japan sometimes-)

(also, big verified accounts and celebrities on twitter & instagram wishing ariana a happy birthday >>>>>)

(celebrity tingz 🤪)

n e ways, now i’m done !! happy birthday, ari ilysm <3

(the character of haruka togami belongs to @raes-ramblings, btw !!)

#this took ALL FUCKING DAY #i started this when i was going to school & now school’s almost OVER #oh GAWD 🧎🏽‍♀️ #i’m so glad i finished this tho !! it was so fun to write :)) #once again happy birthday ari ily with all my heart !! #(and congrats on ur marriage 👀) #cece speaks :) #cece writes :) #danganronpa #danganronpa oc #headcanons #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #trigger happy havoc oc #oc headcanons #byakuya togami #byakuya x oc #oc x canon