#while Dream stays a Being (while trapped in the wrong body)

[orange-artblog]

Dream "What have you done to me? I'm a unicorn!" Dreamtale versus Nightmare "I'm no unicorn, no magical being.. I'm human, and I love you." Dreamtale

[cheftsunoda]

okay we need more kimi x reader because maggie just adorable and everyone needs her as a little sister

it’s maggie’s world, we just live in it ♡

blurbs

kimi antonelli x reader

moments with maggie, kimi and yn ˚.🎀༘⋆

(this one finally got edited and made it out of the drafts)

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!beach time ♡ ̆̈

If I could bottle this day up and keep it in my pocket forever, I would. The sun’s starting to melt into the horizon, spilling gold across the sand like someone up there knocked over a jar of light. The salty breeze whips little strands of hair into my face, and I don't even bother to fix them because Kimi’s laughing so hard next to me that I might cry from how much I love him.

We’ve been at the beach since noon. The three of us—Kimi, me, and Maggie, who insisted we pack “a real picnic” and not “just snacks like you weirdos always bring.”

Which is why our beach blanket looks like something out of an overly curated Instagram spread- fruits cut into little flowers (Maggie’s doing), three kinds of pasta (Kimi’s mom insisted), and the world’s most uneven sandwiches (mine—I got distracted halfway through because Kimi came in shirtless and asked if we had any grapes).

Now, Kimi is half-buried in sand, demanding we make him into a mermaid. Maggie is on her knees sculpting a seashell bikini top with a significant level of dedication.

“You are moving too much! It's lopsided!” Maggie shrieks, attempting to hold Kimi still.

I sit cross-legged beside them, laughing so hard I nearly choke on the lemonade I brought down from the cooler.

“Do not disrespect the ocean princess,” I warn, leaning over to adjust the ‘tail’ we built earlier, smoothing sand into elegant curves.

“I shall send you to the depths,” Maggie says in a dramatic, royal tone. Then she pauses, completely deadpan, and asks, “Is my hair still cute, though?”

“Very royal. Extremely majestic,” I say, brushing some of the sand out of her curls.

Kimi wiggles his way out of the sand and leans over and drops a kiss to my shoulder, quick and sun-warm. Maggie immediately sprints into the shallows, kicking up water and yelling something about being Poseidon's heir. I stay on the blanket, my head tilted back just enough to feel the sun on my face and the warmth still trapped in the fabric beneath me. Kimi flops down beside me a second later, his skin warm and damp from the sea.

“Should we be worried she’s building an army of crabs to overthrow us?” he murmurs, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“She already has. I saw her whispering to a hermit crab twenty minutes ago.”

Kimi laughs again—his real laugh, the unfiltered one that starts low in his chest and shakes his whole body. I love that sound more than I’ve ever loved anything. More than I can explain, even to myself. We lie there in silence for a bit, watching Maggie kick up water and chase a seagull like it personally offended her.

“She’s obsessed with you,” he says after a while, voice soft.

I glance over. His eyes are on me, not the sea.

“She’s my favorite girl in the world,” I reply honestly. “Well, second favorite.”

Kimi’s smile turns into something quieter, something that tugs on my chest like gravity.

“My mom said earlier this week that she thinks you’re more of an Antonelli than me.”

“She’s probably not wrong. I could out-cook you and beat you at Uno.”

“Okay, first of all—rude,” he says, nudging my knee with his. “Second of all… I hope you know how much it means. You being here. Always.”

I do. I feel it every time his mom texts me before races to ask if Kimi ate. Every time his dad saves the good corner seat for me at dinner. Every time Maggie crawls into bed with me at night when I sleep over because she had a bad dream and needs “her big sister.”

I feel it now, as Kimi pulls me into his arms, our backs against the sun-warmed sand and the sea rolling in and out in the background like a lullaby. Maggie is somewhere in the water shrieking about jellyfish (I’ll go check in a minute), but for now, it’s just us. Eighteen years old. Four years together. A thousand more ahead. And all I can think, as I press my face into his shoulder and feel his hand slide into mine, is— This is home.

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!the great jellycat hunt♡ ̆̈

It starts, as most important quests do, with Maggie kicking open Kimi's bedroom door and declaring, “Today is Jellycat Day!”

I barely look up from my phone. “Is it now?”

She nods solemnly, hugging her well-worn bunny against her chest. “I had a dream that the new one I want was calling to me. Calling, YN. Spiritually. Through the universe.”

“Did it leave a voicemail?” I tease, stretching.

“No,” she says seriously. “But I think it was pink.”

I laugh, rolling out of bed as she flops onto the mattress beside me. Her little legs kick in the air as she dramatically sprawls out, eyes wide like she’s already mentally preparing for the journey ahead. Kimi appears in the doorway a few seconds later, rubbing sleep from his eyes and already suspicious.

“Why do I feel like this is not going to be fun for me?"

“It probably won't be.” I say sweetly, tossing a his hoodie over my tank top.

“Put on your best shopping shoes, Kimi,” Maggie says, flipping onto her stomach. “The mission begins in thirty minutes.”

He groans, but twenty-nine minutes later, he’s in the driver seat of my car, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, and the deep sigh of a boyfriend and brother who knows he’s not getting out of this anytime soon.

We hit the Jellycat boutique first—one of those little shops tucked into the corner of the piazza that somehow smells like vanilla. Maggie practically sprints inside.

“Oh my God, look at the tiny shrimp!” I squeal, picking up the plushy pink prawn with little felt legs and beady eyes.

Kimi glances at it like it’s a threat. “I don’t trust it.”

Maggie, meanwhile, is holding what I think is a dragon wearing a tutu. Her face is reverent, like she just found the Holy Grail.

“Kimi,” she says, serious as ever, “feel this one’s ears.”

Kimi reaches out obediently, deadpan. “Yep. Very… ear-like.”

Maggie gasps. “You don’t respect the process.”

“It’s a stuffed animal,” he says. “I’m not supposed to.”

“Oh, you’re one of those,” I mutter dramatically, arms full of a watermelon slice, a raccoon, and something that might be a mushroom. “A Jellycat cynic.”

Maggie and I ignore him entirely as we dive into the rows, judging each plush on their cuddle-ability, aesthetic, and—most importantly—the vibe.

“Kimi,” Maggie says suddenly, holding up a tiny fuzzy croissant. “This is you.”

He looks at it. “Why?”

“Because you look like you’re done with the world, but you’re actually very soft inside.”

I absolutely lose it.

“That is so accurate,” I wheeze, almost dropping the watermelon.

Kimi just stares at both of us like he’s rethinking every decision that led to this moment. But five minutes later, I catch him gently adjusting a Jellycat octopus on the shelf like he doesn’t want it to be left out. He notices me watching and immediately frowns. “It was crooked. It bothered me.”

“Sure,” I say, smirking. “That’s all it was.”

We leave the store thirty minutes later with three new friends: Maggie’s tutu dragon, a Jellycat loaf of bread that I insisted on, and—surprisingly—an espresso cup plushie that Kimi picked up near the register.

He shrugs when I raise my eyebrow at him. “I named it. Don’t make it a thing.”

“Oh, it’s so a thing,” I grin.

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!birthday activities ♡ ̆̈

Maggie turns ten today. Double digits. A whole decade.

She told me this morning—at 6:48 a.m. exactly—that it means she’s basically “a grown woman now” and should be allowed to drink espresso, drive a Vespa, and “maybe get a tiny tattoo of a butterfly if Papa says yes.”

I told her she could have a cappuccino and one of those temporary tattoos that smells like bubblegum. She agreed, but only because it was me asking.

Truth is, Maggie’s been stuck to me like Velcro all day. She hasn’t left my side since I walked into the kitchen this morning with her favorite birthday pancakes—strawberry banana with chocolate chips shaped like a smiley face. Kimi had been yawning next to me, watching with fond, sleepy eyes while I squirted whipped cream into a heart on top.

“You know she’s going to lose it,” he murmured.

“Isn’t that the goal?”

And now, six hours later, party in full swing, Maggie’s fingers are still wrapped tightly around mine as she pulls me through a whirlwind of chaos—half a dozen kids from her class, family friends, balloons, glitter, noise, presents, the works.

“I want you with me when I open gifts,” she whispers like it’s a secret, tugging me down to the living room floor.

“You got it, birthday queen,” I say, sitting cross-legged beside her.

Kimi walks by holding two juice boxes, one of which he hands me with a tiny smile. “Surviving?”

“Barely,” I laugh. “She’s my little limpet today.”

“I know,” he says, fond and amused. “She told me you were the only one who understood her ‘birthday energy.’”

And honestly? I do. She’s buzzing like a sugar rush and a dream come true, all wrapped in sparkly tulle and butterfly clips. I sneak away only once—while Maggie’s distracted by her aunt and a new pair of glitter rollerblades—to set up her surprise in the backyard.

Kimi helps me carry it out, grinning when he sees what it is. “She’s going to explode.”

“Good. That’s what we’re going for.”

We drape a blanket over it for dramatic flair and return inside like nothing happened. I barely sit down before Maggie’s crawling back into my lap like she’s six again, holding my arm.

“I don’t want to open the last one unless you’re with me,” she says.

“The last one?” I blink, playing dumb. “I thought you opened everything already.”

“Nope.” She points to a big pink envelope sticking out of a gift bag. “That one says ‘final surprise.’”

“Ohhh,” I say, grinning. “That one.”

I help her up and lead her outside, where the sun is golden and warm over the Antonelli backyard. Kimi is already there, lounging casually on a bench like he didn’t just help me stage a full birthday miracle. The rest of the family is gathering, watching as Maggie skips across the grass with me.

“Wait,” she says, stopping in front of the blanket-covered object. “What is this?”

“Your final surprise,” I say, kneeling next to her. “Want to open it?”

Her eyes are wide. “It’s big.”

“It’s special.”

She pulls off the blanket with a little gasp—and then freezes.

Because underneath it is the miniature pastel pink Jellycat claw machine.

It’s handmade, custom, and filled with her favorite little plushies. The kind she’s dreamed about ever since we saw a video of one on Instagram months ago. I’d saved every spare bit of money and scoured the internet for someone who could build it. It even has her name on it—“MAGGIE’S KINGDOM” in sparkly letters across the top. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just… stares. And then she bursts into tears.

“Mags?” I panic, dropping to my knees again. “Are you okay?! Did I mess up—”

“No!” she sobs, throwing her arms around my neck with such force we almost both topple over. “It’s perfect! You’re perfect! I love you!”

I melt. Right there in the middle of the backyard, surrounded by balloons and streamers and ten-year-old chaos, I hold Maggie in my arms while she cries happy tears into my shoulder.

“Now you can win every Jellycat you want,” I whisper.

“You’re my favorite person,” she sniffles. “Even more than Taylor Swift.”

I gasp. “That’s serious.”

“I know.”

Kimi chuckles behind us, but even he looks a little choked up. I glance over at him as Maggie pulls away and runs to try the claw machine—her fingers already reaching for the joystick, face glowing with joy.

He mouths- You’re amazing.

I shrug, blinking back my own tears. “She’s worth it.”

And it hits me, like it always does when I look at her—that this little girl, with her messy curls and her giant heart, changed everything for me. She made me part of this family. She made me hers. And on her tenth birthday, there’s nothing I’m more proud to be.

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date night? ♡ ̆̈

Kimi and I were supposed to have a date night. And not just any date night. The date night. You know—the kind where you shave your legs, actually do your hair, and pick the fancy perfume. The kind where he shows up at the front door with flowers even though he’s been at your side for the past four hours. I had my dress picked. Kimi even made a reservation at that dreamy little rooftop spot in Modena, the one with string lights and lemon sorbet served in tiny glass cups. And then Maggie looked up from her coloring book.

She was cross-legged on the living room rug, wearing her dinosaur pajamas and her favorite bunny slippers, completely zoned out—until she heard me say, “We’ll be back by eleven, promise.”

That’s when she froze. Looked up. Blinked.

“Wait… you’re leaving?”

Kimi paused halfway through adjusting his jacket. “Just for dinner, Mags.”

“Without me?” she asked, like we’d just announced we were moving to Mars.

My heart did that annoying ping thing it always does when she sounds a little too small.

“You’ve got Nonna and a movie night,” I reminded her gently, kneeling in front of her. “And popcorn. And candy. And ‘High School Musical’—the one with the rooftop dance you like.”

“But I wanted to do movie night with you guys,” she said, her lip wobbling. “We were gonna make the popcorn shapes! Remember?”

Kimi and I locked eyes. One of those long, wordless stares we’ve perfected over the years. It was that are we really doing this look followed by the yep, we are kind of sigh.

He pulled out his phone, tapped something, and looked back at me.

“Reservation canceled.”

I smiled. “Dress code officially downgraded to dinosaur pajamas.”

Maggie gasped. “Are you serious?!”

Kimi ruffled her curls. “You better go grab the marshmallows."

Ten minutes later, we’re all in the kitchen like a tiny culinary tornado. Maggie stands on a stool next to me, wearing an apron that says Sous Chef Supreme, dunking handfuls of popcorn into a big bowl of melted white chocolate and sprinkles.

“Are these even legal?” Kimi asks, holding up one of the finished blobs. “They look like unicorns exploded.”

“That’s the point,” Maggie says, snatching it from his hand. “They’re pop-stars. Popcorn stars.”

“You’re raising a pun goblin,” Kimi mutters to me under his breath.

“You love it,” I say, handing him a warm cookie from the oven.

He kisses my cheek in response. “Unfortunately.”

We make a blanket fort in the living room big enough for a family of five. Maggie insists we bring in her entire Jellycat army. By the time she’s done arranging them, we’re surrounded by a croissant, two bunnies, a pineapple, a toast, and one very smug espresso plush named Beanie.

The movie starts, and Kimi lets Maggie use him as a pillow while she sprawls across both our laps. I stroke her hair without even thinking, and she hums, eyes already drooping after the first musical number.

“Can’t believe we ditched lemon sorbet for this,” I whisper to Kimi, smiling.

He glances over at me, arm stretched behind my shoulders, his thumb brushing lazy circles into my skin.

“I’d trade a hundred rooftop reservations for this,” he says quietly, looking down at Maggie.

“I know,” I say. “Me too.”

We fall into a soft silence. The TV glows, Maggie breathes slow and even between us, and for a moment, everything is still. This isn’t the night we planned. It’s messier. Stickier. Slightly more chaotic. But it’s also us.

Kimi nudges me gently, whispering, “Hey.”

I turn my head. He smiles.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives for date nights.”

I lean my head on his shoulder, hand still wrapped around Maggie’s tiny one.

“Exactly.”

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surprise? ♡ ̆̈

The thing about Kimi Antonelli is—he doesn’t ask for much. Even on race weekends, when pressure bubbles beneath every moment and tension cuts sharp behind every smile, he never demands. He’s focused. Calm. Quietly confident. The kind of person who keeps his world small, not because he doesn’t love—but because he loves so deeply that he guards it. Which is why I noticed the second he started missing them. He didn’t say anything. Of course not. He never would.

But I saw the way his eyes lingered on FaceTime calls longer than usual, how his fingers hovered over pictures Maggie drew and taped to his helmet bag, how he didn’t even joke when he walked past the empty guest paddock passes on the desk.

“They’ll come next time,” he said with a shrug last night, sitting beside me on the hotel balcony, gaze fixed on the stars.

“I know,” I’d said, squeezing his hand.

What I didn’t say was- They’re already on their way.

I spent two weeks planning this.

His mom and dad took some convincing—between his sister’s school schedule and his dad’s work—but when I told them the truth, that he missed them more than he’d admit, they didn’t hesitate.

“Anything for our boy,” his mother had said with a smile in her voice.

Maggie, naturally, was all in from the second I mentioned it.

“I’ll bring the Jellycats, but only the important ones,” she’d whispered on the phone, like it was a top-secret mission. “Tell Kimi I’m going to teleport. But don’t really tell him.”

Today, race day morning, I watch Kimi stand in the middle of the motorhome garage area, completely unaware of what’s about to happen. He’s stretching absently, one headphone in, hair slightly mussed, focus locked on his schedule like he’s trying to keep his head in the zone.

I walk over and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

He gives me a small smile. “Tired. Wish the race started already.”

“Still bummed about your parents?”

He shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “I mean, a little. But I get it. Maggie’s got school. Papà’s got that meeting. It’s fine. You’re here.”

My chest aches a little at that. Because I know exactly how much it means to him.

I glance at my watch. “Hey, will you come with me for a second?”

Kimi gives me a curious look but follows without question as I lead him out of the back garage area and into the small private team hospitality space. The early morning sunlight filters through the open doors, golden and soft.

And that’s when he hears it.

“KIMIIIIIIIIII!”

The sound is high-pitched, delighted, unmistakable. He freezes. Spins.

And Maggie barrels into view from behind the espresso bar, dressed in a mercedes shirt and wearing a sparkly pink hat with "Go Rocket Boy!" scrawled in glitter paint across the front.

Kimi stares for a second like his brain can't quite believe what he's seeing. Then he laughs—full-bodied, breathless, real—just as Maggie launches herself into his arms. He catches her easily, arms wrapping around her small frame, forehead resting against her hair.

“Maggie,” he breathes, still stunned. “What—? You’re here?”

“Duh. I teleported,” she says proudly. “With Mama and Papa.”

Kimi looks up, and sure enough, his parents are standing a few feet behind her, beaming like they’ve just won the lottery. His mom waves with a little mist in her eyes. His dad gives him a thumbs-up and says something in Italian that I don’t quite catch—but whatever it is, it makes Kimi laugh again. He turns to me next, eyes soft and warm, still holding Maggie like she’s something precious and rare.

“You did this?”

I shrug. “Well, I made the call. Maggie organized the operation.”

Maggie grins. “I’m the boss.”

Kimi sets her down gently and steps forward, pulling me into his arms before I can say another word. His hug is tight, strong, and full of something unspoken.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into my hair.

“For what?”

“For knowing,” he says. “And making it happen.”

Later, as he suits up and heads to the garage, Maggie walks beside him like a tiny bodyguard, proudly carrying his helmet in both arms.

“I’ll be on the radio in spirit,” she tells him.

“You better be,” he replies, ruffling her hair.

I watch from a few feet back, standing beside his parents, heart full. He walks toward the grid with his whole family behind him. He looks lighter. Brighter. Like someone who remembers exactly who he’s driving for.

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[musingsofheaven]

DREAMSTATE TRAP.

summary: You don’t know what’s wrong with you and don’t even remember how it started. You just know you sleep better when he’s near. That your body wants him close, that you need him there, pressed up against you. You said you’d leave him. More than once. But you didn’t, not when he made sure you will always come back to his arms.

pairings: divorced dilf!art donaldson x afab!reader

warnings: 2k words. mature themes. somnophilia. nonconsensual undertones. obsession. manipulation. covert drug use (nicotine patches / chemical dependency). emotional dependency. breeding kink. free use referenced. sleep sex. dubcon-adjacent tone. power imbalance. dumbification (sleep-drunk, emotionally conditioned, mentally pliant state). read & consume responsibly.

notes: actually scared to post this. :( but hi! this is post-divorce art donaldson and yeah… he’s rich. lonely. washed. pushing 40. still hot. still got those sad little eyes. i just know he’d lose his mind if a pretty lil thing started sleeping in his bed. so soft. so warm. he didn’t want to be left ever again. he’d do anything to keep you close. even if it’s twisted. even if it’s wrong. this is manipulative dilf art dick. he’s emotionally unavailable and physically unavoidable. yes it’s wrong. yes he’s crazy. ANYWAYYYYYYY enjoy and if u want more fics or have requests or want to throw something unhinged at me pls do. i’m taking requests. thanks love u 💗

You sleep like you trust him.

You do. That’s the case. You sleep like you will be comfortable in your dreams because he’s just beside you to hug you. Like your body’s never been hurt. He doesn’t hurt you. Never. He will kill himself first before he lands a hand on you. (Unless it’s for sex and you asked it, or not, maybe) Like no one’s ever lied to you or walked away. You know he’s not lying to you. At least in front of your face, no. Like you don’t know what he is. You don’t, honestly.

He likes staying up late than you. You never knew why. He just said he’s not tired. Or he can’t sleep. Insomnia, sometimes, is what he’s saying to you. But in reality? He likes watching you. Like tonight is the same as the others, he watches you wide-eyed in the dark.

The sheets are already wrapped around you from the movements. You are not a mover, but don’t stay in the same place. Your cotton sleep shirt riding high over your ass, too big for you, too comfy, the collar pulled half off your shoulder like it always ends up that way. You didn’t even wear panties tonight. You never do when you fall asleep in his bed. It’s comfortable, you say. More air or your cunt can breathe, or whatever bullshit you say. Art doesn’t mind. It’s a raging go signal for him. Well, that’s what he thinks. He could lift your shirt, nightgown, or whatever loose or comfortable you are wearing, and he’ll cup you over it, sometimes rub his fingers if he’s aiming for tame, or slide in if he’s so horny. You don’t complain. Said that it helps him sleep by touching you or fucking you. And you like to help him.

That used to scare him. That sweetness. That trust. Especially when you’re just letting him take it. He even joked about you being his free use doll when he was inside of you. You whine and giggle. It scared and excited him. The idea that maybe you didn’t think he was capable of anything ugly.

Well, at first, he’s like that. But now? It doesn’t scare him anymore.

His fingers gently run into the back of your hair, and he watches you shift. He makes those little expressions when you sleep. You look soft. You look like you are at peace. Your skin’s so warm there. Your pulse flutters when he presses. It’s slow, steady, alive.

Sometimes, he’s praying to God because you’re so alive. So young than him. He prayed that others wouldn’t take you away from him. The thing is, he won’t even let them do that. You’ve got no idea what kind of things a man like him can do, do you?

He slips the drawer open quietly while his other hand is still touching you like he’s scared to slip his hand away from you.

Finds the little box. Peels one patch from the back.

Your thigh shifts when he touches it. He gently caresses the flesh. Feels hot beneath his palm, your skin soft and bare. He sticks the nicotine patch just under the curve of your ass, just below your cheek, where the hem of your shirt won’t hide it, but you won’t notice it.

You don’t even move.

Art smooths a hand down your leg. Feeling its smoothness under his palm. Just once. Then, back up again, where his thumb grazes the patch, which warms under your skin. His heart thuds in his chest like he’s done something filthy. Maybe he has.

Because fuck it. Every time he puts one on you, especially when it’s your thighs, or your ass, or the soft dip of your hip... he gets hard from it like clockwork. Like some part of his brain associates the feel of your unconscious body under his hands.

He shouldn’t want it this much. He shouldn’t. This is fucked up, even for him.

But he does. He’s willing to bend his morals just for you. You’re his girl, after all.

Your breath is soft and slow. Your chest rises and falls like you’re dreaming something sweet. Maybe you are. Perhaps it’s about him. Maybe you’re dreaming something filthy. Maybe your cunt is as warm as your mouth gets when you’re half-asleep and draped over him, murmuring his name like it’s instinct.

His cock throbs.

He palms himself through his boxers.

God, he thinks. He could slide right in like this. (It’s not like he didn’t try it already)

You wouldn’t wake up. Maybe you’d shift a little and let out one of those broken sighs, legs parting out of habit. And he’d be so gentle with you. He’s not even going to be full-on fucking you. He’ll just thrust slowly and deep. Just a little. Just enough. Feel you clench around him in your sleep like your body knows who you belong to.

He’d never forgive himself.

But he might still do it.

He strokes himself slowly, silently, teeth sinking into his lip.

It’s not just the patch. It’s the trust. It’s the faith you are giving him. You are devoted. The way your body gives without knowing. The way you turn into him when he touches you is like instinct. Like your body knows it’s bim. Like your whole system has rewired around him.

You always crawl to him. Literally. Or figuratively. Always coming back into his arms when you try to leave. Do you even dare to do that?

It makes him dizzy.

You’ve tried. Three times now. Bags packed, the door slammed, voice shaking. When he tries to text you, you’ll say that he should delete your number. He never really replied after that. He’s so comfortable with the idea of you coming back. Because you always do, every time, within days, you’re back. Pale and trembling. Clingy. Teary. Like you need him.

Like something inside you can’t bear the idea of being without him.

You don’t know why. But Art does.

You will bury and nuzzle your face into his chest. You will sob, your cries shake. Your shoulders are shaking, your fingers are holding tight to his clothes like you are apologizing for thinking about leaving, and you have it hard like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered. His palm slides up and down your spine, slow and calming, while you try to speak through the hiccuping wreck of your voice.

“I don’t know why...” your breath hitches and breaks. “But I- I can’t-” you inhale sharply, nearly gagging. Stuttering as always. “I can’t sleep without you. It’s like my skin itches. I feel vomiting every time. My skin feels scrawling. I feel sick. My head hurts all the time. I-” You clutch into him tighter. “I need you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

You sound so scared when you say it. You’re ashamed. It’s as if she’s the only one who wants to return, and he will continue to accept you as he does in a charity case.

But he’s not. He’s not ashamed.

Art hushes you, presses a kiss to your hair, and murmurs something like “Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” while his thumb circles just under the swell of your ass, right over where the patch had been the night before the day you left. He continuously removes them before you realize it’s there.

You don’t know what’s wrong with you.

But Art does.

He watches your breathing slow again. Thumb trailing down the back of your thigh, the spot just beneath the patch. His other hand is palming your ass, just gently, not groping it. You murmur something in your sleep, lashes fluttering, body arching slightly toward the touch.

His heart squeezes.

God, he wants to ruin you.

Wants to keep you this soft forever. He wants to be able to watch you sleep for hours. Keep you warm and drugged and fucked out and barely thinking, brain all mushy and just needing him, wrapped up in him like a koala that doesn’t know better. He wants to get you pregnant by accident. Watch you cry about it. Then he’ll comfort you into accepting it. Watch you stay.

You shift again, thighs pressing together. He watches the ripple of muscle, the heat in your skin, the spot where the shirt rides high enough to show the curve of your hip.

You’re not even awake, but he knows you’d let him.

If he touched you now, eased a hand between your legs, thumb soft against your clit, you’d whine for him. Quietly. Just enough to let out a sound. Maybe spread without waking. Let him finger you through your dream and wake up sore, aching, and full. God. He knows how easily you get wet.

Jesus.

He strokes his cock harder now. But not sloppy. Not the one who will make a sound. It’s just slow, desperate pulls, his other hand pressed to your hip like he’s steadying himself.

He comes quietly. Barely breathing. Fingers tight. Come sticky on his stomach, hips twitching. Your body shifts, barely, like it knows. His name almost falls from your mouth in your sleep. He quickly cleans it up, always having tissue beside the bed.

He watches you for a while longer.

You don’t wake.

You never do.

And he’s already up by the time the sun rises, turning the curtains lighter. Already cleaned up. But you’re still curled on your side. One leg is hooked over the blankets, patch warm, and pulsing on the soft meat of your thigh.

He peels it off gently.

Always before you wake. Always with a breath caught low in his throat.

God, you never notice how deep you sleep. That’s what he likes about you. The way you sleep early but even wake up later than him. Like you are enjoying your sleep, he loves how much warmer your body has run lately, how you turn into his touch before you’re even conscious of it. He knows your body better than you do now, how it reacts, clings and practically melts into the mattress when he moves behind you in the mornings.

He likes the morning the most. Sometimes, you’re still half-asleep when he fucks you. Sometimes, you sleep right through the first few strokes and mewling softly, legs parting, clit twitching under his fingers without thought. He’s not even rubbing it aggressively. Just slow flicks to make you more wet. To make you more slippery around him.

And sometimes you wake up in the middle of it. You are hazy and dazed and clingy as hell. Fuck he loves it. Already have you whimpering “Don’t stop,” like you’re the one who begged for it. Like it’s your idea. Like he’s not fucking you while you’re sleeping before you’re a whimpering mess. Like your cunt isn’t already dripping around him, greedy and fluttering and open for more.

It makes him crazy. The way you arch into him instinctively. You whine when he tries to slow down, like you’ll break apart if he leaves you empty. The way you cry into his neck with your face buried and say things like...

“Mmph… dunno why…” you breathes into his chest, lips barely moving, voice sticky with sleep. “Sleep so good when you’re here…”

A soft “ah-” slips out when he shifts, cock still half-hard, still pressed against the mess between your thighs. “Feels good… don’t go yet… don’t-” you mumbles, clinging tighter, legs tangled with his while he’s thrusting his cock slowly, just how you like.

A choked little “mmph, fuck-” when he moves again, just enough to press deeper. To find your spot.

“Hurts when you’re not- when you’re not touching me…” you sniffles hiccups. “You make it go away… I don’t know how… I just need-”

You trail off in a breathy whine like your words are too much. Like you’re overwhelmed just being near him. Your face always buries in his neck, damp and hot, tears cooling your cheeks. Your hips shift without meaning to. It made you whine.

You don’t even know what you’re saying. Doesn’t realize how deep it’s sunk. How wrecked you already are. How utterly, unconsciously, you’re his.

You don’t know what’s keeping you here.

But Art does.

And every morning, he gives her body another reason to stay.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓© 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[hellobykittys]

you write so well! i was wondering if you could write something sweet for oscar where we wake up in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare, but he’s there with us being all gentle and soothing to stop us from getting teary

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ✦ 𝐎𝐏⁸¹

SUMMARY: You wake up in the middle of the night after a nightmare, but it's okay because your boyfriend is there to comfort you. NOTES: Thank you so much for the compliment, it really means a lot! I’m so happy to have received and written this request; I’m obsessed with Oscar, and writing about him is such a joy. Just a reminder, English isn’t my first language, so there might be a few writing mistakes. Feel free to point them out and correct me! PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x Reader! Girlfriend. WARNING: Oscar being a great boyfriend; very sweet moments. WC: 0.8k

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The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of Oscar’s breathing beside you. But the stillness of the night wasn’t enough to drown out the suffocating feeling your nightmare had left behind. You woke up suddenly, heart racing, your mind still trapped in the confusion between what was a dream and what was real.

For a moment, you stayed there, lying in the dark, trying to calm yourself down. But the images from the dream still haunted your thoughts, and you unintentionally let out a shaky sigh.

“What’s wrong?” His voice, husky and drowsy, broke the silence. Oscar turned toward you, rubbing his eyes before focusing on you. The concern on his face was clear, even in the faint moonlight streaming through the window.

“N-nothing, just a nightmare,” you replied, trying to downplay it.

But he was already sitting up, his messy hair falling onto his forehead, his warm, slightly awkward body shifting in the covers. “Hey, that doesn’t sound like nothing. You’re shaking.” His hand gently brushed your arm, his touch light but comforting.

You exhaled slowly, realizing there was no point in trying to fool Oscar. “It was just a terrible dream… I don’t even know how to explain it.”

He didn’t push you. He didn’t ask what had happened or expect you to put into words something that was still so confusing to you. Instead, he carefully pulled you into his arms, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come here,” he murmured, adjusting the pillows so you could rest against him. “We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just breathe, okay?”

The warmth of his body was an instant relief. His slow, steady breathing helped guide yours, which had been erratic moments before. He began running his fingers softly through your hair while his other hand traced lazy circles on your back.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered against your forehead, planting a gentle kiss there.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax a little in his arms. Even without saying much, Oscar had this way of making you feel safe. He was the kind of person who carried peace in his eyes and actions.

“Sorry for waking you up,” you murmured, guilt mixing with the relief of having him close.

He chuckled softly, the sound like a melody that warmed your chest. “Are you kidding? This is literally what I’m here for. My priority is making sure you’re okay, always.”

You looked up to meet his eyes, which seemed a little brighter under the moonlight, reflecting an almost tangible tenderness. “You’re too good to be true,” you whispered, still slightly dazed from the shock of the dream.

He shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I know. But don’t worry, I’m not letting you get away from me anytime soon.”

The teasing tone brought a timid smile to your face, and he seemed pleased to see your expression softening.

“Want some tea or something?” he offered, but you shook your head.

“No. Just… stay here with me.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” He pulled the blanket up around both of you, tucking it snugly over your shoulders and keeping you close to his chest.

As you started to relax, he began chatting with you, sharing details about his day or telling silly stories to distract you. The sound of his voice was soft and soothing, acting like a balm, and you found yourself drifting off, wrapped in the comfort of the moment.

“Thank you, Osc,” you said in a faint voice, already feeling sleep creeping back in, this time peacefully.

He kissed the top of your head again. “Always, my love. Always.”

And just like that, the nightmare faded further and further away until it disappeared entirely. In Oscar’s arms, everything felt lighter, safer. After all, with him by your side, you knew you could face anything.

[cece693]

hihi! i luvv ur hannigram work, i rlly need to start reading some of ur other work! especially now that I know u write for twilight!!

can I please request hannigram x reader who has really bad trauma and it gives them awful nightmares? like reader wakes up after a nightmare and cannot fall back asleep, or be alone, so they just lay in bed beside them. or they go to the living room and stay with one of the dogs. when I was little I went through a lot of things and they caused rlly bad nightmares that I still have, and ive read fics abt reader dealing with nightmares but they all feel so wrong for some reason.

NIGHT MANAGEMENT PROTOCOL

pairing: hannigram x gender neutral reader With this being a sensitive topic, I didn't fully disclose the trauma reader went through and from the deepest part of myself, I tried to be as respectful in writing such a thing. However, I'm still human so please (politely) inform me if anything is incorrect or offensive in any manner. Thank You!

You surface hard from the nightmare—lungs dragging for air as though someone turned gravity off while you slept. Sweat sticks the sheet to your back; the cotton feels like gauze in a wound. At first you don’t even open your eyes. The darkness behind your lids is an echo of where the dream left you: concrete overhead, fluorescence buzzing, bleach biting your nose. Somewhere, metal ticked like coins in a dryer. You concentrate on identifying a single sound in the real bedroom—anything familiar enough to prove you’re home.

There.

The radiator ticks once. Wooden house, Wolf Trap, January. If the heat’s running it’s past two-thirty in the morning; Will always lowers the thermostat before he goes to bed. You catalogue the detail like a field note and shuffle for another: faint dog snores, different pitches. Buster’s warble; Winston’s whistling exhale; Max’s occasional “hmmph” when his feet twitch. No echo. No metal.

That should be enough—but the snapshot of the dream has burned afterimages across your vision. A length of chain swings in bright, vicious loops. You taste copper and realize your jaw’s locked so tight it’s bruising the inside of your cheek.

Next to you, Will and Hannibal breathe in opposite cadences—Will a coastal tide, Hannibal an old cathedral organ. You could stay. You want to stay. But your skin is buzzing, every nerve ending convinced you’re still horizontal on that metal.…If you lie down you’ll flinch and wake them both, and that would feel like losing the small victory of silence you’ve practiced for months.

You open your eyes and ease upright, peeling the damp tee from your chest. The room’s temperature feels Antarctic on your skin, a shock that breaks the dream’s static. You slip out from under the duvet, feet searching the braided wool rug. At the foot of the bed, Winston’s ear flips. He’s on early-warning duty—he perks whenever anyone leaves the bed after midnight. You stretch a hand, scratch behind the ear in apology.

“Stay,” you whisper, though your voice cracks on the single syllable.

You cross the hallway by touch, refusing to switch on lamps—light this early triggers headaches. The house creaks. Nothing predatory, just timber shrinking in the cold. But your chest tightens anyway. Your therapist calls the sensation “echo fear”—when the body acts like time hasn’t passed. You rub the heel of your palm under your ribs, convincing yourself it’s bone, not chain, pressing there.

The living-room hearth throws faint glow; embers from the dinner fire still pulse behind the grate. You squat, prod a charred log until sparks jump. Fire, dogs, blankets: the recipe printed on Will’s fridge under a magnet shaped like a stag’s head, labeled “Night Management Protocol.” You almost laugh—Will, emperor of insomnia, reduced the worst parts of your life to a checklist. But the pragmatism works.

You tug an Afghan throw from the sofa back and sink onto the rug. Ellie ambles over, claws clicking; she thumps her head into your chest and collapses half across your lap, deadweight of a dog who knows practice rounds by heart. You bury both hands in her coat—live warmth, dusk-sweet scent of cedar chips and dog shampoo.

Grounding: five things you can touch (fur, wool, hardwood under one knee, the knuckle ridge of your own hand, the tackiness of old sweat). Four you can see (embers, fireplace grate, Ellie's mismatched eyes, the crooked picture frame over the mantel). Three you can hear (wind through the eaves, Ellie's breathing, the fridge cycling). Two you can smell (burned oak, dog). One you can taste (copper on your tongue, real, not memory).

Heart rate lowers; you feel it like a gear downshifting. You stroke Ellie’s side until your fingers stop shaking.

A floorboard moans behind you. You don’t jolt—Will never calls your name abruptly if he senses you’re raw. He pads into the firelight wearing one of Hannibal’s robes, silk pooling at the cuffs, drawstring of Will’s sweatpants peeking underneath. Bed hair collapses over his eyes. He eyes the hearth, then Ellie, and finally you.

“Chasing ghosts again?” he asks roughly. He doesn’t mean the phrase as flippant; it’s the label you gave the nightmares in group therapy.

“They didn’t want to stop running tonight,” you admit.

Will sits cross-legged opposite you, mirroring posture. He waits until Ellie shifts enough to rest her head in Will’s lap, then drapes a palm over yours. Your pulse drums beneath tendon; Will doesn’t comment, just lets the warmth drain from him into you. He studied polygraph biofeedback in Quantico—he can sync breathing like a metronome.

“Want company or quiet?” he murmurs after a moment.

“Both,” you say, embarrassed by the contradiction.

Will’s mouth curves. “We can manage both.” He scoots closer until knees bump, then simply sits, eyes half-closed, breathing a steady 4-7-8 pattern. You follow—inhale four, hold seven, exhale eight—and the edges of the living room sharpen; no more tunnel vision.

A soft flick of a switch: the lamp on the sideboard glows amber. Hannibal stands in the threshold, one hand still on the toggle, head inclined as though he’s observing a nocturnal species newly discovered. Where Will looks half-drowned in sleep, Hannibal is maddeningly composed—robe cinched, hair smooth, expression neutrally concerned.

“I woke and found the bed missing two occupants,” he explains, voice pitched quiet enough not to break the hush. “I feared the dogs had stolen you both for their own.”

“We are communing with the pack,” Will answers, tone affectionate but wry.

Hannibal steps onto the rug, kneels with a surgeon’s elegance, and settles behind you so your backs touch. The contact is slight—linen brushing your skin—but it chains you to the present more effectively than any grounding trick. You feel the rise of his breath against your spine like a slow tide.

“What remained when you woke?” he asks. Hannibal never says “tell me the nightmare”; that frames it as narrative, something he could pick apart intellectually. Instead he focuses on residuals—scent, sound, body memory. Easier to translate without reliving.

“Bleach,” you say after a swallow. “Cold metal table. Chain on tile. And…fluorescent hum. I hate that buzz.”

“Which sense feels safest to load first?” he prompts.

“Smell, maybe.”

Hannibal reaches, plucks a half-burned cedar log from the basket, nudges it onto the embers. Turpentine-sweet smoke unfurls. “Cedar counters bleach,” he says. “A softer antiseptic, one humanity has used for preservation, not erasure.”

You breathe in until lungs ache pleasantly. Ellie sneezes once in protest, then settles.

“Sound?” Will offers, glancing up. He reaches to the bookshelf under the window, retrieves an old wind-up metronome. He sets it to sixty beats per minute—average resting heart rate—and starts the pendulum. A gentle tick-tock over the fire’s crackle replaces the fluorescent drone in your head.

“Touch,” you murmur. Hannibal’s hand comes round, palm flat to your sternum, thumb stroking the dip above the xiphoid process. Will covers your hands where they drum a nervous tattoo on your thigh. Two points of warmth—front and back—like brackets sewn around a wound.

“Anything left?” Will asks, gaze steady.

You hesitate—taste of copper still lingers. Hannibal’s eyes narrow imperceptibly—he smells blood when no one else can. You lift your thumb to your mouth, wipe the inner cheek, show the faint red. “Bit myself.”

Hannibal rises, returns with the small first-aid tin kept on the mantel. Instead of antiseptic swabs he produces a square of dark chocolate—the emergency stash he pretends is for low blood sugar, though you know it’s for nights exactly like this. “Let us replace the flavor.”

You accept, let the chocolate soften on your tongue until bitter gives way to caramel notes. The tension between your shoulders loosens another centimeter. Will glances at the clock—3:07 a.m. “We could stay up,” he offers. “Hot milk, scrambled eggs, bore ourselves back to sleep.”

“Or,” Hannibal counters, voice the verbal equivalent of a down pillow, “we could attempt rest again, now that the worst has been named.”

A month ago you’d have chosen wakefulness, afraid the second sleep would reopen the wound. Tonight the room feels survivable. You nod. Hannibal’s fingers squeeze once in acknowledgment; Will stands, joints popping, and whistles for Ellie to go back to her bed.

The walk back to the bedroom is still a corridor of potential darkness, but Will’s shoulder brushes yours every other step, Hannibal’s palm rests between your shoulder blades, guiding. When you pause at the doorway, lungs hitching, Hannibal flips the hall light off himself—removing the choice that paralyzed you. Inside the room, moonlight paints silver stripes across the foot of the bed. Normal. Familiar.

Will crawls in first; you slide after him, and Hannibal takes the outermost edge, creating a human enclosure. Will tugs the duvet over your hips, then threads his fingers through yours and settles them on his chest so you can feel respiration without needing to check visually. Hannibal curls against your back, knees bracketing yours, his breath a warm tide at the nape of your neck.

“Five senses,” Hannibal murmurs against your skin, a reminder rather than instruction. You breathe in cedar, chocolate, clean cotton, dog. Will’s heartbeat thrums under your ear. The metal table dissolves.

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part: 9

Click here to read the first part.

Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18!(MINORS DNI), heavy angst, hurt, male masturbation, language, Soldier Boy is an asshole, PTSD, mention of drugs, mention of torture

Word Count: 4290

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

Ben's chest began to feel colder beneath your fingertips, and the intense glow gradually subsided. Ben continued to stare at you in a way that defied explanation. It amazed you both that you were able to prevent the dangerous warmth in his chest, or perhaps he was controlling it subconsciously. But you knew you were the one who diverted his attention. While the heat beneath his body seemed under control, one of his gloved hands held yours on his chest, giving you an intimate look.

You muttered, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. “What happened to you?” Until you were certain he was indeed alright, you ignored the firm grip he had on your hand. You realized that he was probably not the one who intentionally exploded New York and that there was something very wrong with him. 

“Well, baby, I'm not sure.” He gently put his palm closer to yours and remarked, “It's probably just a side effect of the things that happened to me in that fucking lab in Russia.”

You persisted by stating, “This looks dangerous, Ben,” despite his attempts to downplay his predicament and his continuous holding of your hands as if you were going to push him at any moment. “You might continue harming innocent people if you don't find a way to stop.”

Ben felt a wave of uneasiness pass over him, and his fingers tightened around yours. Because he was unsure of how to use his newfound abilities, he felt like a freshly empowered teenager, and you treated him as though you were a parent cautioning a careless youngster, which disturbed him and caused a sense of insecurity to take over.

“It's not a big deal,” Ben muttered in a harsh voice, trying to give the impression that he was stronger than this—even though at the moment he didn't feel like it. “As you can see, nothing happened. I suppose you were able to handle this for me in some way.”

You pushed his hands away and withdrew immediately when you verified that his body temperature had returned to normal. Ben scowled at the fact that, in contrast to him, you weren't very excited to be near since you two met again, but he felt as though his body would explode if he didn't get to touch you right away. His balls felt particularly heavy under his supe suit, and he didn't jerk off

for days—actually, years. Maybe you just needed to be alone with him to make a step.

“I think it's best that we remain together for the time being,” you stated in a serious tone. “Ben, it won't be good if you blow up again and can't control yourself.”

When you finally agreed to stay with Ben, he felt a sense of satisfaction that kept him smiling nefariously. He reasoned that maybe his newfound abilities weren't all that useless after all. 

Ben grinned slyly and replied, “Course, sweetheart, since you're persisting in being with me that much. It would be better if I didn't stay alone.”

As he scanned your upper body expectantly and dismissed the situation with humor, you rolled your eyes.

“I believe there's a problem with his powers,” you turned to Butcher after you pushed Ben aside before he trapped you again and you sat down on the coach. “It is better if I stay with him.”

“If that's what you want, of course. Because of the situation going on in his chest, his ass gave us all enough trouble.”

Sitting on a coach with a coke in his hands, Ben followed you while you had a small talk with Butcher, his jaw clenching with jealousy, but he didn’t say a thing to make you feel uncomfortable.

Ben said, “It's not a big deal,” with an unkind glare in Butcher's direction.

Butcher said irritably, “It might not be for you, but it's a fucking big deal for us and all the people out there. In addition, I was wondering if the two of you could convince your former buddies to kill Homelander.”

“What?” you exclaimed, stunned. He spoke as though your guys had not always held hostility toward Ben. When he abruptly vanished, they most likely celebrated his absence. “Why do you believe they would offer Ben any kind of support at all? Everyone despised him.”

“Are you able to track them down?” Ben asked abruptly.

“They would hate to see you,” you murmured, your eyes widening in disbelief.

“When I find them, they fucking better piss in their suits,” Ben stated in a stern tone. “Noir will be the first person I'll fucking slaughter out of all of them.”

You cut him off, glaring at him, saying, “You stay away from Earving. You caused enough suffering for them all.”

“Why do you defend those who betray pathetic losers with such devotion?”

Since you've already been through a lot, Ben tried not to lose his temper when he was speaking with you, but he couldn't help but become enraged when he saw you standing up for betraying shitheads over him. He had great intentions for the two of you and was the only one who truly cared about you. 

“Not them, Ben, but Vought was the one who betrayed both of us.”

You sighed and tried to seem empathetic and nice so as not to get on Ben's nerves too much because his new powers were already causing difficulties. 

“Where were Noir or others when you were in that lab while the doctors were torturing you?” Ben pointed a finger in your face and demanded furiously. “You continue to defend those bitches against me, even though I am the only one who fucking saved you.”

“Ben, I won't argue with you.” With a wink, you teased him, saying, “You seem too sensitive for a proper conversation right now.”

Ben responded, “You are not making me angry, sweetie,” glancing at your body as your smile vanished and your cheeks turned crimson. “I want to take my meat off and jerk off at the moment because of you.”

Butcher replied, “Not on my fucking coach,” as you crossed your arms over your chest and averted your gaze from Ben's keen gaze.

Ben stated, “You tell me,” in a serious manner. “Where am I going to spend a week with Y/N?”

Ben was kind of relieved that he and you were both saved, even though he had not trusted Butcher and the others at all. He would have the opportunity to express how much he missed you in every way and would definitely help you start a second time by spending an entire week with you. You could speak, fuck, and do all of that for an entire week.

Feeling his balls getting tighter under his suit, he shifted on the coach, thinking of you in nasty positions, just like in the good old days. 

“The location is arranged. Despite the little place to stay, I believe the two of you can get by for a week without needing any extra care.”

“What about Homelander?” Ben confidently inquired, widening his legs and placing his arm up to the coach, his hardness visible through his supe suit. 

He saw you glancing at him and smiling mischievously. You wanted to say something offensive, but you knew that he was utterly without shame right then and there and that he would say something nasty as soon as you talked about his bulge. 

Butcher sighed. “He's probably scared the shit out of his pants. Let's give him and you two a short break until the thing that happened in New York and Ohio is forgotten completely.”

You said, uncomfortable, “I don't think it will ever be forgotten, Butcher. Vought will try their hardest to capture us once more since the harm is too immense. They may even be looking for us at this very moment.”

It concerned you that Vought wouldn't just let you and Ben live on your own, unaccountably. It was not what you wanted to return to the lab to be tormented and examined for the future of other supes. But you had no idea how to get out of this difficult dilemma. Ben and the rest of Butcher's squad were not people you would trust with your life, so you realized you needed a plan to protect yourself from what was happening.

You also didn't want Ben to be tortured in Russia again like you were, but his main goal was to take revenge and murder Homelander. Despite never having laid eyes on the man, he was prepared to slaughter him. They would never allow Ben to touch Homelander if Vought was that supportive of him. That meant you had to first convince Ben to cease his collaboration with Butcher.

“People in the modern world are easy to forget, I promise you. Also, they could've already found you two if they had wanted to,” Butcher mumbled, trying to soothe you. “Remember, a week is full of possibilities, so try not to dwell on it too much. They won't remember for very long, and Vought is currently dealing with its own issues.” 

When Ben realized how terrified you were of having to deal with the fallout from his actions and everything that transpired, his heart began to melt with regret. He was aware of your constant need for a house, a place where you could feel secure and at home, so it disturbed you to know that you had nowhere to go while Vought looked for you and that you might fall prisoner once more. 

Ben understood that it was his responsibility as a man to ensure that you were protected and to keep you away from danger. You needed to spend time together before he could help you forget the unpleasant and harsh things he had done to you. He intended to start over with you, and whatever happened was all in the past. Homelander and Vought weren't that big of a concern, and things would be considerably simpler if he learned to use his new abilities. You were needed by him for both. 

You leaned back toward the coach and questioned, curiously, “Why do you want to kill Homelander that much?” placing one hand under your head. 

Butcher's heart clenched as a mixture of regret and affection overtook his body as his thoughts were filled with Becca's memories. Not that he even knew if he would survive. 

He quickly cleared his throat and replied, “He hurt my wife,” cutting it short. 

You understood, judging by her voice, that she had passed away, and you were at a loss for words. Homelander must be Vought's newest evil toy, as they have a history of hurting people and getting away with it. Somehow, you wanted to soothe Butcher, but all you said was, “I'm sorry to hear that.” 

Butcher turned to face you, perhaps trying to persuade you, saying, “She is not the only one he hurt and won't be the last. He must die.”

“Even if he dies and you take your revenge, there will always be a new one, and you know this,” you insisted. “When it came to supes, Vought always had a backup plan. In the same way that they treated Ben and me. Not even the power worries them. All they want is a toy that they can play with that is practical as well as obeyant.”

“And they'll fucking pay for it,” Ben exclaimed with hatred. 

“Ben, this is not going to end well for us. We are unable simply to overthrow the government or whomever in charge.” 

“We'll see about that, sweetheart.”

You sighed, realizing that Ben had already made up his mind and that you two would have to talk about it at another time. He would hurt you once more if he carried on acting recklessly, but based on his actions, it didn't appear like he gave a damn. Even though you knew he was always self-centered, you were disappointed to find that he didn't give a damn about what would happen to you if he kept acting like an enemy of the state. 

“Everyone had been told that you were a traitor and that you would be placed in a lab to be tested for potential superpowers. How were you treated by them? What did they do to you?” Frenchie narrowed his eyes and asked with curiosity. 

You moved in the coach, pushing back the images in your head as you recalled the horrible memories. But you didn't let others see you as powerless or fragile.

You wanted to smile at him, but the traumatic images were just too overwhelming.

“I guess they kind of wanted to take off my womb to create a natural supe baby, but they simply couldn't as they couldn't go through my skin with their needles and everything,” you said.

While Frenchie was obviously at a loss for words while attempting to comprehend the years of agony you had endured, his face turned white.

Ben tried to dismiss the images in his mind, which ranged from vicious hands on you to someone trying to rip your body apart and kill you, while his heart was filled with hate and fury. He vowed to kill anyone who even slightly assisted in your torture, regardless of whether they were Homelander or Vought.

“Every single of them will die,” he declared with assurance, as if guaranteeing you, his compassionate green eyes locked on yours. “I promise it to you.”

You were briefly stunned, speechless, by the intense expression on his face, but you soon gathered yourself and joked, “It's better if you just do nothing,” attempting to break off the seriousness of the moment.

After glancing at the supe woman next to him, Frenchie remarked, “It's getting late. Will they be staying here tonight?” He asked Butcher. 

Butcher grumbled as he looked at his watch. “Yes, this is where we'll all spend the night. There are probably enough rooms for them.”

“How about Annie and Hughie?” Frenchie asked again, observing the supe woman make her way to the nearest room; she seemed weary and exhausted.

She said nothing since you entered the house, which confused you. Although you were eager to start up a conversation with the new supe women, it's possible that she felt unsafe in the same room as Ben. It wouldn't surprise you. Even though you felt a little uncomfortable, you decided to try talking to her later. They might realize that you were no different from them in this situation if they truly wanted to take down Homelander's tyranny and those people weren't supporting the Vought like you were.

“They'll stay too,” Butcher cut it short.

Frenchie shot you a hesitant glance as his hand ran through the top of his head. “Is it possible for you and your friend to share a room? It seems like Annie and Hughie appear to be staying. There would be enough rooms if they didn't.”

“Yeah,” Ben responded abruptly, getting up before you could reply. As it turned out, you just gave Frenchie a brief nod. 

Butcher responded, “Perfect,” and stood up. “Good night, ladies.”

You thanked Frenchie when he showed you the room you'll be staying with Ben and took a quick look at the cramped, dim room filled with old pieces of furniture. 

Ben slowly unfastened his belt while he observed you searching inside the wardrobe for something to wear. His blood had been burning in his veins for an hour now, and he just wouldn't stop coming toward you. He was about to go crazy from his desire to touch you. You were alone for the first time in a very long time, so it's been a fucking long time since you've fucked properly. Ben's balls hurt from missing your gentle moans and seeing you beneath his body. You were finally alone to speak, fuck, and discuss things tonight about your future and all.

You turned your back to Ben to change after finding a pink t-shirt. Just after removing it, anxiety and the chill in the room caused your nipples to harden, and you felt Ben's eyes on your back.

Ben turned you quickly, crushed his warm lips on yours, and began to kiss you frantically before you had even put on your shirt. He was moving too fast for you to react, and you were too shocked and perplexed to do anything. He urged you to kiss him back by pushing your back against the bed and climbing on top of you, aggressively using his tongue in your mouth. The moment the chilly material of his suit touched your bare chest, you shivered.

Ben kept kissing you, getting lost in his pleasure, not able to understand if you were responding to him or not. His hardness was hurting beneath his supe suit. He put his hands around one of your tits and gave it a firm squeeze, pressing his shaft firmly between your legs. 

You were in shock at how quickly everything was escalating. Only when you heard Ben unzipping his pants as his mouth filled yours with low growling did you come to your senses. 

You stopped his tough hands from reaching your underwear and saved your burning lips from his. As you struggled to catch your breath, his lips slid quickly over your body, finding one of your nipples and aggressively sucking it until you forgot how to breathe.

You finally managed to say, “Ben,” in a trembling voice. “Stop it.”

When you forced his mouth away from your tits, he continued to press his firm shaft between your legs. He irritably asked, “What the fuck? It's been fucking so long.”

Ben placed his strong arms over your head and stared at your nipples that were covered with his spit through darkened eyes for a long moment until you finally gasped out and exclaimed, “I can't fucking believe you.”

“What now?” he asked, speaking as though nothing was wrong between you and that everything was normal. 

“Are you a fucking rabbit in heat?” 

He questioned incredulously, “Why are you so mad?” as he continued to delicately rub against your pussy with his shaft through your sweatpants. 

“Ben, it has been practically decades since our breakup. We didn't even end our relationship properly because you remained silent and basically cheated on me by dating Crimson.”

Ben frowned as you mentioned the past, stopping his motions on you and trying to maintain his composure.

He just stated “We can talk about such things later,” sounding displeased to hearing his relationship with the Countess. “Let us get off some steam first.”

You whispered, “No,” and used all of your effort to push him away from you. “There is nothing left to talk.”

Ben watched your tits disappear from sight while you took the pink t-shirt he threw onto the floor, and you hastily took it on from your head with trembling hands. As soon as you moved away from him, he eventually stood up.

“It's all in the past now,” he remarked, regretfully glancing at your fragile appearance. “We can fuck first and then talk it out.”

“I don't want you to ever touch me again.” You were enraged at how he continued to neglect everything else in favor of only wanting to fuck you and added, “I mean it.”

Ben said, “I know you don't mean this,” as he approached you with confidence. “You and I both have the same desires for this. We both want each other so badly. The way your body reacts to me even now makes it very clear to me.” 

You glared at him angrily and ignored his idiotic, enormous ego, saying, “I don't want you in my life ever again.”

He touched your arms and asked, his voice annoyed, “Why have you suddenly gotten angry?”

Observing his continued blindness to you, you sighed. Though it didn't seem to be as essential as you anticipated for him, you hoped that at least he talked about all that happened. But he was the same selfish man who acted like he cared about you, then betrayed you and hurt you. There was no need to make your hopes up. 

You said with an irritated tone, “I can't believe I'm so blind when it comes to you. You don't even care how much you cause me pain in every way possible, and all you want is to have fun. Am I just a fucking toy for you to play with as you like it?”

Ben abruptly interrupted you, saying in a serious tone, “Of course not,” as his powerful arms moved slowly over your shoulders. “I want to discuss and work out everything that went wrong between us. I simply..missed you so much.”

Even though you wanted to believe his sincerity, you felt nothing at all moved by it. It was difficult for you to believe him at all since he had so many lies to tell you and so much sorrow in his words. It was difficult for you to remember the joyful emotions you had for him in the past, but though you tried to recall the wonderful times you had together, they felt like memories belonging to someone else now. Something had died in your heart for him. 

You softly pulled his hands off your arms and murmured in a solemn tone, “I wish I could believe you, but I don't.”

His voice was low as he questioned, “What do you mean?”

With a heavy heart, you stated, “Everything that happened between us is in the past. It is no longer there. You only want me by your side now because I was faithful to you the day I came to help you, even though you have really hurt me.”

Although it was difficult to acknowledge his selfishness, it was best to face the facts straight away and prevent him from hurting or abusing you in the future.

“It's not like that,” Ben cut you off right away in a harsh voice.

He felt confused, not knowing how to convince you of his seriousness. You were right to hold such low expectations of him; he would not deny it, but he also understood that nothing would change if you hadn't been there to save him that day. 

You said, “I'm tired, Ben,” indicating that you didn't want to talk about it more. “I really need to sleep.”

He let it go and sighed, realizing you weren't all that keen on talking at the moment. After all, this was your first day in the modern world, so it was understandable that you were a little lost.

Ben muttered, “Okay, but this isn't the end. We'll discuss it afterwards. For now, you take a rest.”

As he watched you turn your back on him and slip under the sheets, you remained silent. Ben began removing his supe suit with a growl. The way you felt excited and moist at his slight touch told him you didn't mean any of it. He knew that you were nonetheless deeply in love with him. Every part of his body

felt the presence of it. However, he realized that before he fucked you, he had to convince you that he cared about you.

He went into the bathroom, growling angrily as he felt his bulge kicking his suit. Ben could finally touch himself because you were safe now. Knowing that you would find out what he was doing in the bathroom caused his lips to twist into a smile.

You tried to fall asleep, shifting on the bed to a more comfortable position as you heard Ben turn on the water. But as soon as you closed your eyes, you heard him growling low as he stroked himself under the water. He was touching himself furiously because he knew you would hear anything he was doing, even if you weren't trying to listen.

Ben was moaning your name and moving faster as you cursed your supe hearing. As you moved into the bed, your cheeks flushed, yet you kept quiet. 

Ben noticed that you were pressing your legs together as though your body were trying to find relief, so he growled and beat his cock more.

Feeling closer, he passionately exclaimed, “Fucking touch yourself. I fucking missed you and your little pussy so much.”

As he continued to talk dirty about how hard he would fuck and how many times he would come inside of you if you let him, your cheeks grew red, and you finally muttered, “Stop it.”

He trembled and whispered while wet sounds filled the bathroom, “Almost there, sweetheart,” as if hearing your voice were to give him pleasure.

Ben groaned and began to cum while murmuring your name. Your walls were tightening around nothing, and even though your body was screaming for you to touch yourself, you ignored the aching between your legs as he kept spilling his thick white ropes in between his powerful strokes that filled the bathroom. It took him long to empty his heavy balls. It was only when he let out a satisfied moan that you realized you were holding your breath.

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Ben knew you still cared and desired him as much as he did, and he would fucking do everything to show to you that you and he were meant to be together.

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[yuri-is-online]

Jade falling in love for the first time and being an absolute loser simp about it.

Yuu lives in his head and fantasies rent free; he can't get enough of them. He wrote about them in his diary (one with a lock on it because floyd likes to snoop). He needs them so bad. It's like that one meme where the girl is like "I need him in a way that's concerning to feminism". He's so desperate someone help him.

Bro has innocent little fantasies of them together, like Yuu waking up beside him and peppering his face in sweet little kisses while he tries to hold them closer and convince them to stay in bed for 5 more minutes (it never really does just end up being 5 minutes though), and then his thoughts just take a sharp turn and what was a sweet little daydream has turned into thoughts of him softly and sleepily fucking Yuu into his mattress. He didn't get to go back to sleep but he's not complaining about it if this is the cost he's paying. The world us cold and hard but you're soft and warm and if fantasies are the closest he's getting to that peace then so be it

He is one jealous eel (he is in deep denial about this but us slowly starting to realize just how far deep into this he us and he really doesn't want to acknowledge that), and he get the most jealous over the most innocent shit too. One day he sees Yuu and Epel talking in a language he doesn't recognize and he's like ???, and it turns out it's their native language but it doesn't exist here so he can't learn it dammit. He sees them struggling to do something and look around the library for help, skipping right over him and asking Ace ir Deuce for help. They've even picked Leona for help before him! Seriously he is RIGHT HERE! what can any of them do for Yuu that he can't?!

Jade has to be careful with his merform around them. Partially because everytime Yuu walks into the room his body suddenly decides to cosplay a laser rave, but also because he's been overthinking shit recently. Yuu is a human, painfully so. They're expecting a human courtship and a human marriage and a human family and a human life and. He can't give that to them. Not unless he stays on land forever, which he might be able to do, but realistically he wouldn't want to. So that leaves Yuu coming to the coral sea where it's cold and dark and he just can't see Yuu doing something like that (he's wrong you've wanted to be a mermaid ever since your cousin made you watch H2O when you were like 7), so now he just trys to be as human as possible around you so he doesn't scare you off.

Also there's the fact that every time spring transitions into summer and he's stuck in his merfirm for the next week and a half and now you really can't see him like this because if he sees you then you're going to be dragged into the water so fast with an 12 foot long eel wrapped around you while he desperately tries to stop himself from being too desperate and start rutting against you and- Oh great seven he's so sorry-

Oh, you like that? Your bringing his face to your neck and fuck you smell so nice and he's biting down and tearing your clothes apart with his claws before he knows what's going on and your legs are wrapping around his tail and-

... Grotto. Where's the grotto he had picked out? He was just in it where is it?

Jade asks you for art supplies in one of his birthday lines so he can draw while he hikes. His "diary" is something Floyd took an interest in once upon a time until he saw it full of mushrooms, rocks, and mountains. Jade still puts a lock on it because he finds it funny looking, but there's more than just mushrooms in there now. Need he's not merely in love he's in need of you and it's affecting his ability to function.

If he wakes up alone in his dreams he will find you in the kitchen, trying to hurry up and make your tea so you can so you can surprise him for once. It never works as he's able to trap you against the counter and breathe down your neck, winding himself around you as you laugh the pure music that he thinks your laugh would sound like as he presses into you so you can feel how much he wanted to to be next to you this morning. How troublesome that he had to go find you and draw out his suffering, not to fret. He loves you so, there's no reason to worry that he won't be gentle with how he lowers you down onto the counter, he'll still prepare you softly but he won't be slow in how he takes you-

He's slow to return to wakefulness, he doesn't mind the cold because it makes him feel at home but he does not like being alone. Loving you is a lot like losing you because he becomes so aware of how he is alone. Jade sees himself as a good person to ask for help, he does not think he is wrong in his benevolence but perhaps that's exactly the problem. Perhaps you know what trifling thing he is working towards obtaining and find him unworthy, Epel can speak to you in ways he can't (to ask you to teach him your speech is an option of course but he knows it's too intimate a thing to ask of you now), those fools found you first and treasured you when he made the awful, idiotic mistake of thinking you boring so of course you would see him in the same way. Of course you would feel safer asking things of Leona, he's the one who saved you while Jade was helping Azul drown you and it's not like he did much to make you see him when you stumbled into the Lounge running away from Jamil. You asked Leona for help, you came to them by accident, and Floyd was the one who got to carry you. Something he definitely didn't make fun of him of him for being jealous about. "Ya got to wake your mate up and see what they looked like sleepin' wasn't that nice?" Oh how he hard he wanted to punch his brother for that. So he did. It made him feel much better.

It takes time but he manages to weave his way into your orbit. He gets to see more of you, and he feels conflicted. The octotrio has gotten to see a lot of humanity, and they feel like they have enough of a grasp on them to conduct their business. That's something that certainly contributed to his thinking of you as boring of course but well. The more he sees of you now the more he realizes how little he really knows about humanity and the surface, he might not see the appeal of the surface world but he sees the appeal of you. Still he knows he wouldn't be happy if he stayed on it forever, how could he possibly ask the same of you? There's barely any sunlight under the water and humans need that to survive... he's done his research on corners of the internet he would have just laughed at before he fell for you and he knows what they say. That humans and merfolk only seldom stay together in the way that he wants, that they find his sort of merfolk to be terrifying. It can't help that he was your enemy at first can it...

I sort of like the idea that Yuu's interest in the less than human looking boys would be considered weird. The concept of a monsterfucker isn't foreign exactly but a monster-marry-and-raise-a-family-er is. There is a difference between a relationship and a sexual fantasy and Yuu sees no reason they can't have both, to the chagrin of damn near everyone around them. So it makes you sad to see him hide himself away from you and wonder why he hates his own beauty so much. He keeps his teeth from you, tries to hide his merform too and you just don't understand why. His bioluminescence takes your breath away and fills you with such soft stirrings of attraction you cry into your pillows and write 10 more pages about how desperately you want to drown yourself for just one chance with him! But he's running away from you and now Azul tells you he's going to be out of commission for a solid week with a sigh that you know is theatrical but still worries you. So you confront Jade about it and he seems almost sick, unable to control his transformation as he displays for you winding around the bubble that keeps you breathing outside of Octavinelle's dorm. The lights take your breath away long before he breeches the bubble to press up against you and moans somewhere deep into his throat letting his instincts guide him for just a few blissful seconds before he flops back with a stammer because oh no, not like this never like this please forgive him and run back to-

He's not expecting to be pulled back, you look as hungry as he feels as you guide him to your neck and whine something about how you need him when he's the one supposed to be saying that and scream in radiant joy when he bites. You are trying to wrap around him, to grind into him, babbling in frustration trying to scratch at his shoulders for a grip so you can wind your legs tighter around him-

He pushes the bubble away from the entrance and steers it haphazardly back, there's a place for this. Safe, secluded, and warm he made sure to pick one where a bit of sunlight could still reach the sandy floors and fuel you as he finally takes what you were always willing to give. Slowly and softly until he has you relaxed into his trap and then oh so gently for all the time after.

[bachiras-toaster]

our girlfriend : ̗̀➛

RYOMEN SUKUNA x f!reader x YUJI ITADORI

wc: 2.4k

cw: somnophilia, sukuna and itadori fighting over control of itadori’s body, voyeurism? sukuna fucks the reader while itadori watches, sukuna’s dirty, dirty thoughts… yuji is of age

Yuji had been fighting a demon. A literal demon.

Yuji was never afraid to admit how much he loved you. He adored being close to you and never wanted to spend a single second outside of your presence, and this included during times like sleeping. He had completely lucked out when it came to his relationship with you and loved it when you stayed the night in his room to simply watch movies before dozing off in his arms. In the purest of ways, Yuji Itadori loved sleeping with you.

However, tonight seemed to be a little different. The atmosphere was warmer, the room was quieter, and all in all, it just left someone with the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation that they were in.

Being the big spoon, Yuji had always slept with your back facing his stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist. It made him feel closer to you and it meant that he could bury his face in the gap between the back of your head and your spine. Although, it seemed that you had gotten a little too close for comfort tonight with your body shifting minor amounts in your sleep, causing your ass to grind gently against his crotch as your snored softly through your pleasant dreams. This had usually never been a problem for Yuji and he never ever minded whenever you moved against him, but tonight, it was someone else who took the initiative to make the move.

He tried to fight back, really fight back, to prevent Sukuna from taking over his form, but it was no use. He felt weaker in his tired state, yet awake enough to want to keep Sukuna from doing anything stupid, especially to his girlfriend. It was like he was battling the worst of his nightmares, all while he was still very wide awake.

He tried his best not to shift against you, praying that you wouldn’t wake up, as he screamed at Sukuna in his own mind for even thinking of doing something so wrong ans perverted. Although, the taboo of it all was what enticed Sukuna in the first place. That, and the fact that you just felt so good when you grinded up against him like that. He couldn’t help but think these awful thoughts, after all, he had never been able to take over Yuji while the two of you… Did anything.

Eventually, Yuji had lost the fight against Sukuna, which allowed him full control over his body. Though tonight, he had no murderous intention on his mind, no thought to kill or slaughter any woman or child. No. This time, his head was caught up with feelings of pure lust, which was arguably even worse to Yuji as it meant that he was surrendering his body to allow some monster to violate his girlfriend without her knowing. It didn’t stop him from yelling at Sukuna from the back of his mind, but king of curses was surprisingly good at ignoring all cries for attention and pleas from the man of the body in which he had stolen.

Sukuna, still laying behind you, slowly ran his hand up your shirt until his palm was able to cup a handful of your breast in his palms. The wicked smile that appeared on his lips as he steadily shifted up from his position to look over your slumber form was one that displayed pure evil. Yuji couldn’t help but watch from his own eyes as Sukuna’s fingernails gently tugged at the hem of your shirt to pull it over your chest to reveal you soft tits to his lustful eyes.

“We have such a pretty girlfriend, don’t we, Itadori?” Sukuna grinned as he settled his hands on your plush thighs, which had barely been covered by your short pyjama bottoms. The sound of Sukuna addressing you as their shared girlfriend was enough to make Yuji’s blood run cold with anger and frustration at the fact that he was still trapped behind the screen of his eyes, not being able to so anything but watch.

“If you don’t stop touching her I’ll drag you back here and kick your ass myself!” Yuji yelled inside his own head, causing Sukuna to chuckle softly.

“I’d like to see you try that.” He simply let out as he began dragging your shorts down, your panties going down with them. “It’d give me some entertainment seeing you try to fight back as I have my turn with our girlfriend.”

“Stop calling her ‘our’ girlfriend! She’s mine, not yours!” Yuji shouted, almost breathlessly as he fought endlessly for control again, to no avail.

“Stop being so selfish. Just give me twenty minutes, at least.” Sukuna’s grin had faded and his eyes darkened at the sight of your pussy on display to him after he had dragged your shorts and panties down to your ankles. “You’ve had her to yourself all this time. It’s time you learn how to share.”

Sukuna promptly ignored Yuji’s helpless and frustrated cries as he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers just slightly to allow his erection to spring forward. Unfortunately, even though Yuji himself felt no lustful thoughts, Sukuna had control over his body, which meant that his dick was now hardened just at the sight of his girlfriend’s sleeping beauty.

As he held your legs slightly further apart, he watched the space between your cunt and his cock with extreme focus as he lined himself up between your thighs before pushing himself in slowly, forcing a short grunt to fall off of his lips. His eyebrows widened as he felt himself push further inside of you and his eyes quickly darted to your face to see that you were still sound asleep- No reaction whatsoever. Seeing that you could still snore through the situation, that dark smirk creeped up onto Sukuna’s lips.

“Fast asleep and she still takes us so well.” He groaned in a humoured tone as he began to shift his hips back and forth, drawing his cock in and out of your pussy. “Never before did I think that it would feel this good to be inside our girlfriend while I’m in control.”

His hips began to buck into you at a steady pace now, the sound of the bed creaking and skin slapping against each other as well as Sukuna’s low grunts filled the room. He was admittedly a little disappointed that he wasn’t able to hear the same loud moans and calls for his name the same way he could hear them when you had sex with Yuji, but it was still just as good to be in this position. There were faint whimpers that danced into his ear as his cock found your g-spot every time- Must’ve been from you subconsciously feeling the sensation in your dream.

Sukuna’s hands greedily gripped at your thighs, your waist- Wherever he could see that he could touch. He was really taking advantage of the moment where he saw fit and pawing at any bit of plush skin that he could find as he drove his cock into you.

The clenching of your gummy walls around his veiny cock was enough to make Sukuna go wild. Although he was technically fucking you with Yuji’s dick inside his body, it was all the same to him. He could still feel that pleasurable sensation, the feeling of his climax building up after about fifteen minutes of pure euphoria as he pounded into your sweet pussy.

“If this is how it feels, it makes me question why you’re so reluctant to touch her this way more often.” Sukuna growled hungrily as his thrusting began to grow even more violent as his palms squeezed both of your thighs on either side of his hips. “Doesn’t she look so helpless? I know you have the strength to pin her down and fuck her whenever you want to, so why don’t you?” His eyes trailed your stomach before going back up to your silent face. “If it were me in control 24/7, then she wouldn’t even get a chance to say no before I have her underneath me.”

That one line caused Yuji to let out another mental scream of anguish as he felt like punching a hole in his own mind. He couldn’t believe that this was really a situation that he was watching right now. It was like watching another man having his way with the person he loved.

“Fuck…” Sukuna laughed out as he lifted his head a little rewards the ceiling, chuckling huskily as the feeling of adrenaline washed over him. “It’s even better when she doesn’t fight back.”

“You’ve had enough time, now let her go!” Yuji pleaded.

“You’re too gentle with her.” Sukuna interrupted, once again ignoring Yuji’s attempts at trying to reason with the disgraced one. “Asking her if ‘this is okay’ and being overall really soft with her like she’s a piece of glass. How does it not drive you wild? How have you never had the urge to just do whatever you liked with her without asking if she’s okay with it first?”

“Because consent is important and I care about how she feels!” Yuji spat out. “Surrender your body back to me now!”

“I haven’t even gotten to the good bit yet though…” Sukuna smirked, obviously referring to the opportunity he’s about to get to cum inside of you. There was a sort of madness that sparked within Yuji after hearing that, now even more than there had been since this whole thing started.

Wanting to reach that high even quicker, Sukuna picked up the pace and pounded himself now even more desperately into you. Watching your breasts bounce up and down as his cock slid easily in and out of your soaking cunt, it made him wish that the moment could last forever. He felt at a pure high in the situation he was in and it made him genuinely consider forcibly switching out with Yuji whenever he liked simply to have his way with you more often without being fought on it.

You probably wouldn’t understand what was going on if it happened, and you would just think that Yuji was a little more hornier and touchier than usual if Sukuna felt like fucking you, but that made the idea sound even better to him. If Sukuna could simply swap out with Yuji and get to fuck you while you simply complied thinking it was your loving boyfriend, then that practically gave Sukuna all of the freedom in the world— And it excited him. He never truly understood how beneficial it was to him that Yuji had a girlfriend until now.

Sukuna could feel the sensation building up in his balls, and he was just seconds away from release. He gripped onto your hips tightly and licked his lips in anticipation, waiting for the graceful moment to arrive.

However, he was eventually met with disappointment as Yuji had finally won his body back from Sukuna.

As soon as the mental marks of Sukuna’s presence over his body had faded away, Yuji immediately pulled out of your body. Unfortunately though, he immediately felt the effects of being denied his own orgasm, which admittedly caused his to whine at the fact that he couldn’t cum. Though, it was more of a loss to Sukuna who had been so close to releasing his cum inside of your pussy and admiring you as you slept soundly with your cunt leaking with his seed.

But Yuji spared no moment to try and go back as if nothing happened, trying desperately to suppress the memory of that moment and the view of Sukuna forcefully fucking you in your sleep.

He swiftly grabbed at your shorts and panties to pull them back up the where they were before and lower your shirt once again in a gentle manner to cover the parts of you that had been exposed to Sukuna just moments prior. As he also tried tried to stuff his erection back into his pants, he felt himself groan with frustration as he saw that he was still hard, despite having his body taken over by the lustful one. He supposed it was because he was feeling the after effects of orgasm denial and the fact that he was still knelt hovering above his girlfriend, but there was no way that he was going to take advantage of you the same way that Sukuna did.

Though, as he shifted slowly to make his way off the bed with the intention to go to the bathroom and get rid of his boner himself, he felt your palm latch onto his wrist and prevent him from leaving. It had seemed that you had just woken up, completely unaware of the fact that Yuji and Sukuna had just previously been fighting for control over your body and just knowing that you had woken up to see your boyfriend with a tent at his crotch.

“Yuji, if you felt that way, why didn’t you wake me up?” You softly smiled at him, your eyelids still half-closed from just waking up as you gestured towards his erection.

He gasped and stared back at you with surprised and widened eyes as he saw that he had woken you up with all the moving. His face flushed with a bit of embarrassment.

“I just… Didn’t want to disturb you.” Yuji gulped.

“So you were just going to leave and take care of it yourself?” You pretended to frown as you pulled him back against the pillows of the bed. “That’s what I’m here for, right?” You hummed softly against his ear as you very steadily went to climb on top of his lap, straddling him.

Although it was completely consensual now and Yuji did at least want his boner to be taken care of, he hated that Sukuna could still watch from behind his eyes, especially after what he had done to you.

As your hands slowly roamed his hips and stomach before grabbing at the waistband of his sweatpants to pull them down once again to free his pulsing cock, Sukuna watched with clear, dirty intent from the back of Yuji’s mind, wondering if there was ever another perfect time to jump in again and take the pleasurable moment all for himself.

[beenbaanbuun]

warm w/ choi jongho

“sometimes i don’t feel real,” you whisper, voice only just loud enough to hear over the dialogue of the film. perhaps it isn’t a coincidence that you mention it now, as the two main characters argue about something that is no doubt incredibly important to the plot; perhaps you’re hoping that jongho will be far too invested in the false argument to hear your admission. maybe it’s easier to let the help pass you by all while claiming that you tried than to actually let yourself be helped. being helped takes energy and unfortunately you’re using all of that up trying desperately to stay afloat.

“in what way,” jongho hums, not once taking his eyes away from the screen. if you didn’t know him so well you’d be offended that your problems don’t seem to be worth his time. having spent years by his side, however, you can’t help but be grateful as he seemingly ignores you in favour of the film. it makes it so much easier to say what’s wrong when he seems like he isn’t laying attention. no judgement, or pressure—it’s like yelling into the void except this time there’s someone there to listen.

“nothing feels real,” you say, a little louder this time now that you know you can’t hide behind the film. “i’m a person with a life and a boyfriend and that just… i don’t get it.”

jongho leans forward to grab the glass of water he’d placed on the coffee table earlier. your eyes hone on on the ring of condensation left on the coaster, studying the clear water droplets as if they hold all the secrets to the universe. it gives you something to focus on instead of the contemplative silence of your boyfriend. it’s daunting to think about the fact that you don’t know what’s running through his mind; you don’t know whether what’s coming next is good or bad, and while you have a strong inclining that it’s the former, you just can’t be sure.

its then that something cold hits your leg, smearing icy water across the skin exposed by the shorts you wear. it pulls a squeak out of your mouth and your body moves quick to escape whatever if it that’s touching you. your eyes flick down just in time to see jongho retracting his hand back into his lap, fingers wrapping around the glass that he’d shoved between his thighs for safe keeping. he picks it up like nothing has happened, taking a sip of the ice cold water before letting out a grunt of satisfaction as how smooth it trickles down his throat. it’s like nothing happened; like he didn’t just touch you with his icy fingers.

“did you feel that?” his eyes finally meet yours as he asks his question. you nod with furrowed brows, confused and baffled as to why he paused your discussion just to mess with you. “good,” he smiles, “if you felt it then it’s real, right? it’s like when you punch yourself in a dream”

you can’t help but scoff, “i’m not sure that’s how it works, jongho,” a strange new liveliness makes its way into you as you shuffle across the sofa to get closer to him. you work quickly to take the cup of water from him and set it back on the table, not quite expecting to be met with two large hands on your waist the second it taps against the small mat. they tug at you until your spine is pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his arms moving quick to wrap around your waist and trap you there. you wriggle experimentally, only for his grip to get tighter.

“no escape baby,” he pressed his lips into your neck and kisses your soft skin, “i’m busy proving to you that i’m real.” his voice vibrates through you in a way that has you squirming ticklishly in his lap.

“get off, you big baby,” he doesn’t. he just snickers against your throat, his bared teeth rubbing softly against your sensitive skin. “it tickles, jongho!” you squeal as he presses a series of kisses against your soft skin. they make your way up your neck, the final one landing just beneath your earlobe. the rhythmic pace of his breathing rings through your ear as he brings his lips up past your ear and kisses your temple.

“that’s the point,” he whispers so quiet that it almost isn’t there. but it is, and you lean into it, letting his voice wash over you like the ocean over the shore. right now, it doesn’t really matter whether this is real or not—though you’re pretty sure your brain wouldn’t be able to come up with a scene so perfect—what matters is that it feels good. sitting in the warm embrace of the man you love feels heavenly, and until the next time he so effortlessly tugs you into his lap, you’re sure that nothing will ever beat this feeling.

[mymoodwriting]

Request for @lareina2501 (Fantasy Leaders) 13k, thunder storms, lightning strikes, kidnapping, fantasy setting, royal setting, body swapping, lucid dreaming, magic, werewolves, sirens, weapons, smut, fingering, eating out, penetration, hickeys, cream pie, breeding kink, implied violence, implied death, blood, claws, potions (@starillusion13)

“Why can’t that be me?”

You sighed dreamily and let the open book rest on your chest. It was a habit of yours to stay up late, lie in bed, and read some fantasy romance novels. The female protagonist always seemed to have a way more exciting life than your own, and you couldn’t help but fantasize about being whisked away to such a world. As you laid there, staring up at the ceiling and daydreaming, the crack of thunder and lightning snapped you back to reality. You sat up and stared out the window, seeing that a storm had suddenly appeared. 

Soon enough it was pouring and a rhythmic pitter patter of rain was striking the window. This was the perfect weather for late night reading. You got cozy under your blankets and returned to your book. Time just slipped away as you got so invested, but at some point you needed to sleep. You were slowly drifting off as your eyes passed over the words on the page, barely registering anything. This wouldn’t be the first time you fell asleep while reading, and you doubt it would be the last.

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Another loud roar of thunder woke you, and you opened your eyes to darkness. The initial shock wore off and as you tried to get up you realized something was wrong. You weren’t in your usual bed, instead wrapped up tightly in blankets and swaying to the sides. It took a moment to figure out you were in a hammock, which just added to the confusion. With that realization you soon managed to free yourself, getting out of the hammock and stepping onto the wooden floorboards below. The swaying motion continued despite being on your feet, and you noticed the only light here came from a few candle lanterns. Despite the insane notion, you believed you were on a ship.

“How the hell did I end up here…?”

Thunder and lighting struck again, making you jump. You needed to know what was going on, so you grabbed the nearest lantern and started looking for a way out. It didn’t take long to find a door, carefully peeking out to see a corridor stretching off in either direction. You chose to go down the path where natural light was peeking in among the darkness, and soon you began to hear shouting. You couldn’t make anything out, but you moved cautiously, finding some stairs leading up. You had woken up below deck, and this would surely take you to the main deck. You crept up the stairs and slowly pushed up the trap door, peeking around first and seeing no one around. With the coast clear you stepped onto the main deck, and your theory was confirmed.

You were aboard this huge vessel, and it seemed you were in the middle of a storm. The skies above you were cloudy, flashes of lightning appearing every now and then. The waves around you looked rough, although they weren’t crashing against the ship. The only water getting on board was from the rain, and you were getting soaked just standing around. Although that was the least of your worries right now. The ship was out in the middle of the sea, so getting off was not an option. You were trapped on this vessel until further notice. Before you could process anything more you stumbled as the ship rocked.

“Love! Get below deck!!!”

You heard a voice shout and turned around to see someone at the helm on the upper deck. They must be the captain of the ship, and you were stunned by their beauty. Even though they were far more soaked than you, they still looked ethereal. You could see they were shouting again, but at the moment you didn’t hear anything. Then lightning struck right beside you, making you jump and yell. You wound up stumbling to the edge of the ship, nearly falling but catching yourself on the ledge and dropping the lantern. As you stared down you realized things were not as simple as they seemed. This ship was sailing above the water.

“… am… am I… dreaming…?”

This whole situation was insane, but a flying ship was enough to get you thinking about a real possibility. The last thing you remembered was lying in bed and reading while a storm raged on outside. Perhaps the storm was seeping into your dream, but this was way too vivid and felt way too real. You wanted out, so you shut your eyes tightly, wishing to wake up back in your bed. Instead you were grabbed and pulled back onto the ship properly, flipped around and when you opened your eyes you were face to face with a beautiful stranger.

“Why is it so difficult for you to listen to me, love?”

Before you could think of an answer his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. Your eyes were wide with surprise, everything in your mind coming to a halt because of this. You didn’t kiss back, but he was certainly out of breath when he pulled away.

“Let’s go.”

He took your hand in his and led you below deck. You didn’t return to where you had woken up, but were instead taken to a rather lavish room. There was a proper bed, a huge desk, a multitude of maps, and many treasures. This was likely the captain’s quarters, meaning the gentleman who brought you here was the captain himself.

“Stay here, please.”

It wasn’t a question, but a command given his tone of voice. You merely nodded and then the captain was gone once more. You needed to think, but right now your only focus was on your shivering from the cold. You looked around for a towel and luckily found the bathroom, wrapping yourself up and trying to dry yourself off before remembering this was a dream. You kept the towel on you and stared at your reflection. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, focusing on waking up and returning home, only for a bunch of memories to come flooding in. All of a sudden you put names to faces, understanding your circumstances and the life you were living. It felt odd, making you more of a stranger in your own body, but it at least put you at ease.

Even in dreams, you always seem to have context for the world around you although you were only living a moment. Maybe you didn’t want to wake up just yet. You took in a deep breath and properly dried yourself, stepping back out into the room with a towel wrapped around you. This place was familiar to you, so you reached for a chest under the bed, opening it up and grabbing a change of clothes. Your original plan was to get a good night’s sleep, but the sudden storm had interrupted all of that. Of course there was a big comfy bed you could have slept in, but you really wanted to be lulled to sleep by the gentle sway of Destiny. 

You’d certainly question Hongjoong when he returned, getting out his trunk of clothes and placing an outfit on the bed. While you waited and dried your hair, you stared out the window, seeing the roaring waves and raging storm, although they seemed further away than what you had originally seen. Perhaps the worst of it was over. A moment later you heard the door open, followed by the sounds of dripping water. You chuckled and turned around to see Hongjoong, walking up to him and wrapping the towel you had around his neck, yanking him closer. The familiarity you felt was warm and inviting, but there was something else at the forefront of your mind.

“What happened?”

“A sudden storm appeared, you know I can’t control the weather.”

“Shouldn’t that be the basic abilities of a Pirate King?”

“The basics is to be able to navigate through a storm, which I did so to perfection. I’m sorry your sleep was interrupted.”

“How do you plan to make it up to me?”

“Make it up to you?” Hongjoong chuckled. “I should be reprimanding you for disobeying orders. I told you to go below deck, and you nearly got hurt and fell overboard.”

“A little danger doesn’t scare me. Besides, you were there to save me.”

“My beautiful Queen, I cannot have you question my authority in the middle of a serious situation. What will the crew think of me?”

“That you’re a faithful husband, and good captain.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“What if I do?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“Of course… but first… is everything alright?” You stepped away, going over to look at the map on the desk. “The storm was strong, but we’re still on course, correct?”

“We should be.” Hongjoong dried his hair as he came to your side. “We’ve passed the storm and Yunho is up on the crows nest making sure.”

“Good. I don’t want any delays.”

“Well, aren’t you eager to meet the Great King? Should I be worried?”

“You should be. This banquet is very important, if we’re late, or miss it, what would the other Kings think of us?”

“That is not something you need to worry about.”

“But I do. I am the Pirate Queen, I also have a title to uphold.”

“Before that you are my Queen, and my Queen alone.”

Hongjoong hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling lowly. It tickled you and you giggled a bit.

“You’re gonna get me all wet.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m talking about my clothes.”

“I’m not.”

“Hongjoong.”

“Hm… you need to be disciplined.”

“I just washed up.”

“You can do it again, or we can do so together.”

“Hongjoong-”

“Sh… you’re the only one who can question my authority, but I still can’t let your actions slide. So, what to do with you?”

“Forgive me?”

“My mercy does not come easily.”

“I know what else doesn’t come easily.”

“Ah, now you’re just playing a dangerous game.”

“I told you I’m not afraid of a little danger.”

“A little danger?” Hongjoong chuckled. “You underestimate me.”

He pressed soft kisses against your neck before he swiped the map off the desk. In a swift motion he flipped you around to face him and pushed you back against the desk. You could see a dark hunger in his eyes.

“You’ve been such a good girl thus far, and now I have to punish you.”

“As if you don’t want to.”

Hongjoong dove in for a kiss, stealing your breath, drops of water dripping onto you and making you shiver. You couldn’t escape him even if you wanted to, so you just happily leaned into his kiss, matching his hunger. You didn’t want to wake from this dream any time soon. As you attempted to devour each other Hongjoong’s hands landed on your thighs, lightly massaging them before pushing your legs apart and getting in between them. When you pulled away you were both breathless, but Hongjoong wasted no time undressing you and getting out of his own clothes. Next thing you knew hands were kneading your breasts and you were pushed back onto the desk. Hungry lips met yours once more.

Your hands traveled up along Hongjoong’s chest, feeling his muscles and then wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt something poking you between your legs, your mind already knowing what it was. You groaned into the kiss, pulling away to meet Hongjoong’s predatory gaze. One of his hands found their way between your legs, his fingers rubbing against your folds. He chuckled, glad to discover you were already wet and eager for him. He teased you for a while, making you whimper in need until he decided to slip a finger into you. As much as he wanted you, he would make sure not to hurt you. So he worked diligently to prep you, adding a second finger and finding your sweet spot to abuse.

You were melting under his touch, and he enjoyed the show. A third finger really stretched you out for him, and he considered getting his tongue between your folds, but he knew you wanted something bigger. He also wouldn’t be able to wait any longer. When he pulled his fingers out of your cunt he gave them a quick lick before shoving his digits into your mouth. He didn’t need to say anything and you instinctively cleaned him up, getting a taste of yourself in the process. While you were distracted he reached down to stroke himself, getting hard at the sight of you alone. Once he was ready he moved himself into position, rubbing the head of his cock against your sweet lips before pushing himself in.

You moaned against his fingers, and he removed them with a loud pop, leaving a trail of saliva behind. You threw your head back as Hongjoong made himself comfortable, getting himself all the way in before stealing a kiss. For a moment you could just feel him inside you, mewling into the kiss as he was so big and felt so good. When he started moving your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped his arms tightly, holding on as he got into a good rhythm. Your body shook beneath him, following his movements. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to kiss him, hands slipping under his shirt and trailing along his back. Your nails dug in against skin, making Hongjoong groan into your ear.

Despite the chill of water you felt warm in Hongjoong’s embrace, and a heat was slowly building beneath your skin. Hongjoong seemed to know your body better than you, hitting all the right places and making you putty in his hands. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he drove you past your limits, but just as you were on the edge you heard the door open. Hongjoong groaned against your lips, throwing his gaze up to see who had entered the captain’s quarters without permission. You whimpered at the sudden stop, resting back on the desk, looking up to see a blurry figure in the doorway. Even if the situation was awkward, the crew member didn’t seem phased at all by the situation.

“Captain.”

“What is it, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong growled. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“Apologies, but I have your report.”

“Go on then.”

Hongjoong chuckled breathlessly and leaned down to kiss at your neck, leaving a few hickeys as Seonghwa gave his report.

“The storm did cause some minor damage to the ship, but nothing detrimental. We’ll need to stop for supplies in order to make repairs, and restock on other necessities.”

“Will that delay us? My Queen is eager to arrive on time.”

“A slight detour won’t delay us. Repairs can be made as we continue on course.”

“Good. If that’s all, get out.”

“Yes, captain.”

You heard the door shut, but Hongjoong continued peppering your skin with kisses. You wanted to get back to things but after a moment he pulled away, grabbing your face so your eyes would meet.

“Aren’t you a little whore? Another man walks in and you don’t get shy? You’re just gonna let someone else look at you when you belong to me?”

“I… I’m sorry… I… just…”

“What? Too fucked out on my cock to think properly?”

“… hm…”

“Now you’re definitely getting punished.”

Hongjoong’s hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing ever so gently as he began to move again. He moved slowly, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back into you. His pacing had been rough before, but now it was brutal. He was clearly taking out his frustrations on you, and you welcomed him. You grabbed his arm, moans spilling out of your mouth as he rubbed against your sweet spot. Even if you had been interrupted before he quickly got you back up to the edge. You cried out for him when he pushed you past your limits, every part of you holding on tightly.

“There’s a good girl.”

Hongjoong praised you as he kept thrusting, enjoying the feel of your walls hugging him tightly. It wasn’t long before he reached his own high, desperately moving his hips as he spilled his seed inside you, holding you tightly. As you both came down you held each other, breathing heavily. Hongjoong began placing sloppy kisses on your skin once more.

“We definitely need to wash up now.”

“Hm…”

This was such a fantastical dream that you never wanted to wake from. Perhaps you should stay up reading fantasy books more often. Even the quick shower was relaxing, Hongjoong washing you up and whispering words of comfort, telling you how good of a wife you were to him. After drying you up he pulled you into bed with him. He knew you enjoyed sleeping in a hammock, but after the stunt you pulled he needed you close to him. As you got under the bed sheets with him you figured this was the end of the dream, but to your surprise you opened your eyes a while later still aboard Destiny.

You dressed and went to the main deck, seeing clear skies and a beautiful sun. While you enjoyed the view you heard Hongjoong calling for everyone to brace themselves as the ship would be hitting the water shortly. It was easier to get Destiny into the air than return her to the sea. Although the crew had done it many times before, besides some minor turbulence, it was a smooth transition. Moments later you could see land on the horizon and before you knew it you were docking. This was meant to be a quick stop but you insisted on getting off to see what the local merchants had. It wasn’t a bad idea to get a gift or two for the Great King. Hongjoong ultimately agreed, but only if he went with you and the trip was quick.

The two of you walked with your arms linked together, seeing what beautiful gems were out on display. You picked out the pretty ones that caught our eye, Hongjoong not denying you anything. Of course there was so much more to see, but you had a schedule to keep. You returned aboard Destiny, the captain doing a headcount before you set sail. From there it wasn’t long before you took to the skies and headed up into the clouds. This ship was truly amazing. You went to Hongjoong’s side on the upper deck, placing your hands over his, playfully steering the ship. You knew how to, but right now you just wanted to be close to him. He watched your for a while before leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek.

“We’re still on course, so we won’t be late.”

“Good. I should probably prepare the gifts we bought.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

“I won’t, just a gift or two.”

“Go on then. You should get started before dinner.”

“Alright. I won’t distract you any longer.”

You happily skipped down to the main deck, although the sudden crack of thunder startled you. All of a sudden the bright sky had turned grey, storm clouds rolling in followed by rain. In a matter of seconds you were soaked, but that was the least of your worries. The wind was strong, and Hongjoong was already shouting orders. You weren’t just a freeloader on this ship, so you quickly reached for the rope to get the sails under control. Although you underestimated how powerful this storm was. Next thing you knew you were flying across the deck as the strength from the sails pulled you forward. You had to let go of the rope but in doing so it wrapped around your leg. 

You couldn’t regain your footing and instead wound up hanging over the edge of the ship. The rope began to tighten around your leg and you attempted to free yourself, but if you did that you’d plummet into the rough waters below. Your only option was to get yourself back onto the ship, which meant pulling yourself up. You yelled and made an attempt to grab the rope, trying to pull yourself up, only to see Hongjoong looking over the edge at you. He was yelling, but you couldn’t make anything out in the storm. You couldn’t imagine his worries, but then a lightning strike hit just the right place to throw Hongjoong back, and cause the rope to snap. In the blink of an eye you were falling, and then your world cut to black.

🖤

You gasped awake as your mind raced with panic. You frantically looked around only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place, then you realized you were surrounded by water. Immediately your hands went to your throat, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. Yet it was strangely all in your head. Once your hands were on your neck you felt some slits along either side, not to mention feeling the webbing between your fingers. You pulled one of your hands back, seeing for yourself something odd, and noticing the scales along your arm, as well as some fins. Now you were focused on something else, realizing you could breathe just fine. You were barely processing your situation when a rush of memories suddenly overtook you.

The dream had changed. You were no longer a Pirate Queen, but a siren living in an underwater kingdom. This wasn’t just any kingdom either, but yours. Once again you found yourself being a queen, and in the moment you wanted to find your king. You got out of bed, remembering how to move about in the water and swimming out of the room. The place around you felt familiar and a bit foreign all at once. It was honestly kind of amazing. A whole underwater world, and you could traverse it with ease. You swam down the halls, admiring your surroundings until you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Y/n, I was just about to go wake you.”

“Sangyeon.”

Before you knew it Sangyeon had pulled you into a hug, the two of you spinning around a bit. You hadn’t really noticed how the water engulfing you was cold, not until you were in Sangyeon’s embrace and feeling his warmth. You nuzzled against him as his voice spoke in your mind, telepathy being your main form of communication.

“Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good. How about some sun before breakfast?”

Sangyeon took your hand in his, leading you to another room where the sunlight was shining in. You swam to meet it, breaking the surface and taking in a breath of fresh air. This place you called home was mostly deep underwater, but a room or two opened up to allow sunlight. It was always nice to feel the warm sun on your skin and breathe in the morning air, but there were plenty of things to do today. Sangyeon kept his arms wrapped around you, enjoying the sounds of nature.

“Is everything ready for tomorrow?”

“My love, this day has only just begun, and you’re already worried about tomorrow?”

“It’s important we leave on time in order to make it to the Great King’s banquet. This event is meant to garner peace, if we’re late, it won’t look good on us.”

“I’m aware, but let’s not worry about that just yet. As you know, all essentials are packed, and our guards are prepared to leave at daybreak.” Sangyeon pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I would prefer you stay in the palace, but I don’t think I can change your mind.”

“As your Queen I should accompany you, as this matter pertains to our people, to our entire species. I don’t want you going alone to such an important event.”

“I wouldn’t be alone.”

“Your guards don’t count. Besides, I trust your brother Jacob to watch over the kingdom in our absence. We won’t be gone long anyway.”

“Precisely, I don’t intend for us to stay any longer than necessary. The sooner we return home, the better.”

“And why might that be?” You teased. “There must be something very important here for you.”

“Of course.” Sangyeon began pressing kisses along your neck and shoulder. “My Queen has promised me an heir, and I am eager to fulfill her desires.”

“Shall you indulge me now? I doubt you’d have time later.”

“If you’d allow me to have you.”

“Hm… you’re such a good boy for asking, and you should be rewarded for that.”

Those words were enough for Sangyeon. He leaned in for a kiss before pulling you to the water’s edge. Despite your home being down into the depths of the sea, you had a little place on land where you could relax and partake in other activities. With ease Sangyeon got you out of the water and onto the dock nearby. The two of you wrapped in each other’s arms, dancing into the building and kissing along the way. You both knew this place well, but Sangyeon was the one leading you to the bedroom. Neither one of you cared about the water trail, or the fact you’d end up soaking the bed sheets. His warm lips were welcomed on every inch of your skin. It wasn’t long before Sangyeon pinned you to the bed. His kisses were trailing down your body as he pushed aside your clothes, but you stopped him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Sing for me. Make me lose my mind in love.”

“Anything for you.”

Sangyeon stole a deep kiss from you before a beautiful melody filled your ears. An indescribable warmth spread across you as if you were being embraced by love itself. You knew Sangyeon had such a beautiful voice, and every time you got to hear it was a blessing. As you melted into his song your hands reached to undress him, wanting to run your fingers along his skin. You don’t know when Sangyeon stopped singing, but soon enough he was kissing you once more, removing your clothes and letting his hands explore the familiar shape of your body. He’d knead your breasts for a moment before going down further, hands on your hips guiding you accordingly before massaging your thighs and pushing your legs apart.

You mewled under his touch, eager to feel him inside of you. His hands dipped between your legs, fingers running along your folds, and rubbing circles against your clit. He knew just what you liked and how to make you feel good, except this time around he had an incentive to do things right. The promise of an heir wasn’t just about his bloodline, but the opportunity to see you filled up with his seed, to see your belly swell with the product of his love. He wanted to see his beautiful queen carry life itself, and he wanted to do right by you. Yet his own instincts could still override his good intentions. Whenever he had you splayed out like this before him, he just became so infatuated with everything about you.

His fingers worked you over fast and well, stretching you out and preparing you for him. You just had to lay back and enjoy yourself. Let the sounds of pleasure spill out of your mouth as encouragement and affirmation that he was doing well. Although you had a moment of clarity as you felt something big rubbing along the folds of your center. Sangyeon wasn’t human, despite his anatomy being similar, there were some differences, and his cock was no exception. It was big, with ridges along his length, and you began drooling at the thought. You’d get to feel all of him soon enough and you couldn’t wait. Desperate whimpers coaxed him to just get in you, and he was happy to comply. Your hands clawed at his back as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head..

“Fuck, Sangyeon… good… so good…”

“I only put it in, love, you’re so happy with me already?”

“… hm…”

“You ready?”

“… yes, please…”

Sangyeon pressed a gentle kiss against your lips as he slowly started rocking into you. He loved to build up your orgasm, slowly getting you to the edge and driving you insane. As he moved you could feel every bit of him, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. He gradually picked up the pace, getting rougher in the process. You didn’t mind it at all, just wanting to give him everything you had. A heat overtook your body, but it was burning down below. Your nails dug into his back as you felt yourself on edge, moaning and trying to let him know you were so close. Once he got the message he pulled your arms away and pinned them over your head, wanting to watch your expressions as he made you cum.

His piercing gaze was all you could make out as you climaxed, desperately wanting to touch him, but unable to. He happily watched you squirm beneath him, thrusting his hips to take advantage of your sensitive state. Since you were squeezing him so nicely it wasn’t long before he reached his own high, leaning over you to hold you as he desperately tried to fill you up to the brim. You kissed him deeply while in your own haze, loving the faces he made too. While you both came down you remained connected, lying against the messy bed sheets. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming happily. Sangyeon placed lazy kisses on your chest, getting up a bit so he could kiss your belly.

“Shall I continue?”

“Hm… I’d love that, but we have a banquet to prepare for.”

“I already told you-”

“I’m talking about ours, love. The banquet to send us off and make sure the kingdom is in good hands while we’re away.”

“Right… can’t it wait?”

“Another round will turn into two, into three, let’s be responsible while we’re both still in our right minds.”

“Fine, but when we return…”

“Oh, yes, I’ll look forward to it.”

The two of you shared one last kiss before Sangyeon got off of you, going to wash up a bit before going back. You stayed in bed for a while longer, moving your limbs and mentally preparing yourself for what came next. Being a queen was quite a lot of work. After cleaning up, Sangyeon placed a kiss on your head and excused himself first. You’d need more time and also planned to clean up your little getaway place. When you had finished that you dove back into the water, feeling refreshed. Thankfully this banquet wasn’t any major celebration or tradition, just a gathering of the people to wish you well and see you off. The Great King’s banquet would surely be more extravagant, and you were honestly quite excited.

There was no need to go to the mainland, but a trip like this would be one to remember. Sangyeon had his own duties to attend to, and you went to perform yours. It was already noon by the time you got to the banquet hall, seeing that the last of the decor was being set up. Satisfied with that you went to check on the food, seeing the beautiful display before you, and stealing a few bites. You wanted to check on other things, but someone reminded you that guests would be arriving soon and you needed to change. You didn’t want to wear anything too fancy, but there were still plenty of things to wear and look good. The night was going to be long, so you wanted to be comfortable as well. Once you were ready you went to greet guests, and eventually Sangyeon joined you.

He assured you things were all ready on his end, and told you to just enjoy the evening. That’s exactly what you planned to do. After a majority of guests were present, you and Sangyeon mingled with them. You shared drinks and tales, making a toast later into the night, thanking everyone for their presence and talking about what came next. It was an honor to be invited by the Great King, and it was your duty to accept his invitation. The king and queen would only be away from home for a while, and prince Jacob would watch over things in your absence. No one seemed worried, the princes did well to uphold their own duties, so any of them could be trusted with this, although the responsibility did fall onto the oldest.

When things go quiet, the festivities winding down, you found yourself slow dancing with Sangyeon. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, resting your head on his chest. Socializing could be quite exhausting, and you were feeling it now. You were somewhat falling asleep which didn’t go unnoticed. Sangyeon placed soft kisses on your cheek, tickling you and getting your attention. It was late and you both had an early morning, so it was probably best to turn in for the night. Sangyeon took the initiative to say good night and carry you back to the bedroom. You tried to stay awake, but you were already slipping into slumber. You couldn’t even undress yourself properly, Sangyeon helping you out.

“Alright, love, you can rest easy now.”

You cuddled Sangyeon as you fell asleep, hoping to rest well. Once again this was where you thought the dream would end, yet it wasn’t. You closed your eyes, and within seconds you felt someone shaking you awake. You groggily opened your eyes, slowly making out Sangyeon’s face at your side. He had such a warm smile on his face, looking at you lovingly. You couldn’t help but return the smile even in your drowsy state.

“Is it morning already?”

“Yes. I let you sleep in, but it’s about time we get going.”

“You should have just woken me sooner.”

“But you look so cute in bed.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re more than welcome to rest some more while we’re on the move.”

“No, no. I’d rather not fall asleep in the water and wake up on land. It’d be quite jarring.”

“Alright then, up you go.”

Sangyeon helped you out of bed. Everything had been prepared and packed beforehand so you just needed to dress and get on the move. The journey to the mainland wasn’t a long one, so by the time the sun was at its highest peak you surfaced. Immediately you could sense a difference in the air. You welcomed it and saw to shore, getting your feet onto the sandy beach. 

“This is very nice. I can’t remember the last time I came to the mainland.”

“Just be careful, this world is different from ours.”

“I know.”

Only certain guards could come with as not all of your kind can actually survive on the mainland. You basked in the sun for a while before helping your items, even if Sangyeon insisted you didn’t need to do such things.

“It’s alright, I can-”

The sudden roar of thunder interrupted your words. In an instant the clear skies were gone, replaced by storm clouds. The peaceful atmosphere was blown away by the strong winds, and you could see rough waves forming. A storm like this had no real effect when you were underwater, but that wasn’t the case for time.

“Sangyeon!”

You had to scream his name to be heard, but even then it was faint. The crashing waves were making it difficult to stand, but you wanted to get to Sangyeon. Yet the nearest guard grabbed you, pulling you along to the mainland. It wasn’t safe to go into the water. They had good intentions, but fate had other plans. Lightning struck the water near you, sending a shock through your body and the guard, the two of you collapsing. Next thing you knew a wave came crashing over you with enough force to slam your head against the ground, snapping your world to black.

🖤

You woke with a cry, immediately grabbing your head and trying to catch your breath. Despite everything you didn’t feel any pain, but then you began to realize something was off. You looked down at your hand, seeing that it was normal, no webbed fingers or scales. Not to mention your senses were all over the place. The smells in the room were strong, and you could hear noises just beyond the door. As you were processing all of this you felt the bed shift beneath you, finally becoming aware of the body lying next to you.

“… hm… what’s wrong, little one? Bad dream?”

“I… I…”

“Sh, it’s okay, it’s okay, alpha’s got you.”

The person next to you got up, and for a moment you could see their face before they pulled you in for a hug. You were still processing so you didn’t react much, not until you picked up on their scent. The soothing smells of summer filled your nostrils, helping you ease your worries. Instinctively you snuggled against this person, wanting more of this wonderful scent, and that was enough to trigger the memories. The dream had changed once more. You were no longer a siren queen living deep in the sea, but a werewolf, mated and living with an amazing pack. That wasn’t all though, every wolf had its own status, and you were an omega. The person hugging you and helping you calm down was Chan, your mate.

“You’re safe here, everything’s okay.”

You whimpered and cuddled against Chan, your previous panic and confusion fading away. He was half awake when he first pulled you close, but now that he properly picked up on your scent he was properly awake. He kissed your head, rubbing circles on your back. Once he felt you were better he pulled back a bit, cupping your face so he could meet your eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No…” You shook your head. “It’s already faded…”

“It’s for the best. My little one has nothing to be afraid of.”

Chan kissed your head and laid back down with you, although you didn’t want to go back to sleep. He wasn’t gonna sleep if you didn’t, so you both stayed awake while cuddling. Chan’s arms were wrapped around you, and you focused on his heartbeat, letting it sooth you.

“Are you stressed out about the banquet?” Chan asked. “Since I’ll be gone for a while?”

“Hm… why can’t I just go with you?”

“I want my omega to be safe, and the safest place for you is with the pack.”

“… I don’t want you going alone…”

“I won’t be alone. You know Changbin and Jeongin are coming with me.”

“Then why not me?”

“We’ve been over this before my little one, there will be lots of people, from all walks of life. All those scents mingling together would end up overwhelming you. I don’t want you getting scared and going through a hard time.” Chan kissed your head again. “I promise to take good care of  you before I leave.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Chan leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek, reaching over to the nightstand to check his phone. By now the sun was up and it was probably best to start the day. Even though he told you to stay in bed and rest some more you wanted to get up as well. So you followed him to the kitchen, helping prepare breakfast. One by one the rest of the pack members woke up and came to the kitchen. Some helped prepare the table, and others just lounged around. By the time food was served everyone was present and wide awake. You of course sat next to Chan, having Jisung on your other side.

“We’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t we?” Changbin asked.

“Yes, but let’s not talk about that.” Chan answered. “Let’s focus on something else.”

“Aren’t you intrigued by this whole thing?” Hyunjin added. “The Great King is holding a banquet and inviting all the other kings. Supposedly to make a peace deal.”

“I don’t get what’s so great about him.” Seungmin commented. “He’s only human. Compared to the rest of us, he’s pretty weak.”

“No wonder he wants to talk peace.” Minho said. “If conflict breaks out, he wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Things have been peaceful anyway.” Felix continued. “Why hold a banquet about it?”

“Probably to discuss things and make sure it lasts.” Jisung stated. “All the kings will likely sign a peace treaty. It’s not a bad idea.”

“I’m with Hyunjin though.” Jeongin mentioned. “This whole banquet is still weird, but I’m not the alpha here.”

You were only half listening to the conversation going on around you. Truth was your mind was wandering to other things. You swear you’ve never had a dream this long, or this dirty, but the fact this is where you were now, it made you shiver. You’ve read plenty of stories about pack dynamics, and as an omega you had quite the stamina, not to mention you were mated too. You gave a side glance to Chan, who was throwing glares at his pack to stop talking about the banquet, just wondering what he was like in bed. Usually you could have these thoughts in peace and keep them to yourself, but you had forgotten just how sensitive an omega really was, and how scents worked. So it wasn’t long before Chan turned to you with a cocky look on his face, raising his brows.

“Is my little one suddenly in a mood?”

“… huh? Oh! No, no, I’m fine…”

You felt your face burning and turned away, feeling the other knowing eyes on you. This was insanely embarrassing, and all you wanted to do was get up and run, but Chan put a hand on your leg.

“I need you to eat first little one, then we can get to other things.”

“… okay…”

You kept your head down, quietly eating and trying to focus your mind on other things, even though you had already been exposed.

“Cute.”

After breakfast you quickly retreated to the bedroom, wanting to hide in the bathroom and scold yourself for thinking such things in their presence. If Chan wasn’t the way he was you’d probably be pinned to the breakfast table by now, taking on the whole pack. You decided to run a bath, warming up the water before getting in. This was really soothing and nice, you nearly fell asleep until a knock at the door interrupted you.

“Do you want some company?”

Chan peeked his head in, a big smile on his face. You held out your hand to him and he happily stepped in, getting out of his clothes. The tub was big enough for two so there was no issue with him getting in. Soon enough he had you resting between your legs, the both of you just relaxing.

“Feeling better?”

“Don’t talk about that…”

“Come on, don’t be shy, you know it’s perfectly normal.”

“But the others-”

“They won’t do anything. They know you’re my mate, and I’m not sharing.”

Chan placed soft kisses on your cheek, trailing down your neck. You didn’t stop him, instead leaning away so he had access to more of you. He chuckled over your actions, nibbling at your ear. Eventually his lips found yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. Then he was getting up, trying to get you both out of the tub.

“We were taking a bath…”

“I know, and we can take one again later. I promised to take care of you before I leave.”

“Is this what you meant?”

“Of course. My little one needs to know she’s well loved before her alpha goes off to fulfill his duties.”

“Or he could just not go…”

“You really don’t want me leaving, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Well, guess I have to love you lots… maybe even make you bedridden.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“Let’s find out.”

Chan did take some time to dry you off a bit before pinning you to the bed. You were already naked so he didn’t have to worry about clothes. His lips trailed down your body, sparking a fire inside you for the night that was to come. You couldn’t help but get excited by his touch and actions alone. Big strong hands explored your body, stimulating you in all the right places. Before you knew it Chan had his face buried between your legs, his tongue working you over and getting in deep. You ran your fingers along his hair, moaning and moving your hips gently. He indulged you for a while before pulling back and grabbing your hips. You whimpered over the lack of touch, but you met his eyes, his predatory gaze making you nervous. 

He pressed wet, sloppy, kisses along your belly, moving up before pushing your legs apart and moving you closer to him. You could already see his erection bouncing around, and you wanted it inside you. For a moment you thought to reach down and help, but Chan quickly caught your hand, letting out a low growl. He was in charge, he was the alpha, so all you had to do was take what was given to you. Although he knew what you wanted and wouldn’t keep you waiting much longer. He ran his fingers along your folds, teasing your clit as well before sliding two fingers inside. You were already pretty wet thanks to his cunnilingus earlier, and he was just making sure you could take him.

Chan added a third finger with ease, figuring that was enough prep. He only left you empty for a moment before rubbing the tip of his cock against your center, teasing you a bit more pushing himself. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he split you open for him. He always seemed like too much for you, but you could manage. He moved slowly at first, making sure not to overwhelm you and let you adjust once he was all the way in. You felt like he might tear you apart, but then he started moving, a nice and calm rhythm to let you adjust. Although you were more focused on the waves of pleasure washing over you and making you feel dizzy. It wasn’t just the way you felt, but the scent in the air.

Everything about his being was heightened and you were picking up on all the little things. He was overwhelming and making it so the only thing you were aware of was him, and how good he made you feel. Each thrust rubbed against your sweet spot, only making you all the more crazy. You had moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back with dull nails. You were already out of breath, vision a blur, and Chan pulled you in  for a kiss, stealing what little air you had left. Your body was a raging inferno and you just wanted release, begging and whimpering into the kiss with need. He understood your message very well, moving faster until he pushed you over the edge. You squeezed him so tightly, your entire body shaking in pleasure and ultimately pushing him to climax as well. You could feel something warm inside you, and soon enough it was spilling out of you. In your haze you placed desperate kisses on Chan’s face, practically wanting to bite and eat him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Chan, you’re so good.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Like you so much.”

“Good, good.” Chan laid you back down, resting his head on your chest, placing soft kisses on your breasts. “When are you gonna give me pups, hm?”

“Pups… it’s not up to me…”

“Is it not?”

“I can’t get myself pregnant.”

“Easy now, little one.” Chan growled. “If you say things like that… I might just breed you all night, fill you up so good there’s no doubt you’d get pregnant.”

“I like the sound of that…”

“Do you? Can you really handle your alpha so easily?”

“The question is if you can handle me.”

Chan chuckled. “How can you be so cocky when you don’t even have one?”

“I have one inside me.”

“True. So I might as well show you how it works.”

Before you knew it Chan was moving again, making you whimper and grab onto him again. You were still recovering from the last orgasm, but Chan was already working you over to the next one. Your whole body was shaking beneath him, wanting more and more. With every thrust you felt his seed spilling out of you and staining the bed. Things were going to get so messy. Chan kept moving, hands gripping your hips tightly and watching how he moved in and out of you. He wanted to fill you up again and again and really breed you properly. Of course such desire would come through and soon enough he was climaxing again with something more. When you felt it you grabbed Chan’s arms, but he held you still.

“Calm down, didn’t you say you wanted me to breed you?”

“Yeah… but… fuck…”

“You’ve taken my knot before, what’s different this time?”

“… nu… nothing… just so full…”

“You want me to move?” Chan gently rocked back and forth, making you whine. “See, you like it.”

“Chan… fuck… you’re gonna break me…”

“I thought my omega could handle it, was I wrong?”

“No… no… I’m good.”

“Yes you are.”

The two of you kept at it for hours and hours, but eventually had to call it a night. Come morning Chan needed to leave, so he needed to make sure you were clean and resting. He ran another warm bath and washed you up properly, changing the bedsheets and getting you into some clean clothes. He made sure to put a towel over your pillow so your wet hair didn’t make you cold. All you could really remember was blacking out at some point and then slipping in and out of consciousness while he took care of you. Once you were finally situated in bed you cuddled up against him, happily breathing in his scent and listening to his heartbeat. You figured the two of you could sleep peacefully through the night, but something snapped Chan awake.

“Hm… what is it?”

You sleepily rubbed your eyes, seeing that Chan was out of bed and staring out the window. There was some tension in the air, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Chan, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Stay here.”

Without another word Chan left you alone. You weren’t sure what had woken him, but you trusted everything would be alright. That is until the crack of thunder and lightning made you jump. Soon enough rain was pouring down. Now you were starting to worry. You knew a werewolf’s sense got messed up in the rain, and if something was going on Chan could be in trouble. Despite being told to stay you got up and went to look for the others. It didn’t take long to realize they were all out in the storm. Something bad must be happening. You didn’t think twice and grabbed a jacket, going out to search for Chan, for your pack.

“Chan!”

They wouldn’t be able to tell in this weather, but you were scared. Things had been too quiet lately, and Chan had plenty of rivals and enemies. You ran and screamed, hoping to find someone. Instead it was all cut short as lightning struck right where you were. Everything went a bright white before fading to black.

🖤

You screamed awake as the pain of fire igniting on your skin overtook you. Although the sensation was only monetary as you realized you were fine. There were no burn marks on you, and you certainly weren’t out in the woods. You took in some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself and figure out where you were cause this was certainly not home. You didn’t have to wonder for long as a fresh wave of memories took over. You were still dreaming, and now you were a witch living in a castle with her coven, betrothed to the coven leader, Seungcheol. As all this settled in, the door to your chambers opened, a familiar face stepping in.

“Are you alright? I sensed something was off?”

“Not really… just a nightmare…”

“Hm, you usually sleep peacefully through a storm.”

“Storm?”

“There was one last night. Perhaps that disturbed you.”

“Perhaps… I’m fine.”

You got out of bed and went over to hug Seungcheol, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He chuckled, but that wasn’t satisfying for him. So he pressed his lips to yours.

“Morning, my beloved.”

“Morning. Since you didn’t bring me breakfast I suppose we have to head down.”

“Would you prefer breakfast in bed?”

“I like eating with the coven as well. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Very well.”

Seungcheol let you freshen up and once you were good you made your way down to the dining hall. The smell of food filled the air and your stomach growled in response. When you walked in, all the others in the room greeted you. The atmosphere was always like this, happy and cheerful. You took your seat next to Seungcheol and started serving yourself.

“You two aren’t seriously going to that banquet, are you?” Dino asked.

“What makes you think we aren’t?” You wondered. “I’m pretty sure we’ve told you before that we are attending. Is there a problem?”

“You know humans are untrustworthy.” Minghao added. “Especially the Great King. This banquet is for some supposed peace talks, yet doesn’t it all seem strange?”

“Talking of peace is strange? This type of mentality is precisely why such a banquet should be held. All the other kings are invited, and we’re not truly enemies.”

Your mind couldn’t but wander as you said that. You knew the other kings, images came to mind although you hadn’t truly met them, or at least the matter was complicated in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes.” Seungcheol snapped you out of your head. “I’m fine. Let’s just eat. We can talk about the important matters la-”

“You shouldn’t go.” Hoshi added. “I have a bad feeling about it.”

“We already agreed.” Seungcheol stated. “So enough about this. Only y/n and I are attending.”

“I say y/n should stay.” Wonwoo mentioned. “We don’t need both our coven leaders away from home.”

“It’s important we go together.” You said. “All the other kings will be doing the same, except for the wolf king.”

“Hm? How would you know that?” Seungcheol questioned. 

“Oh… well, the wolf king’s mate is an omega… I don’t think he’d bring them along given the drastic change in atmosphere. Which is of course understandable.”

“I suppose. Regardless, the discussion ends here. If this comes up again you’ll be muted for a week.”

That seemed to silence everyone so the rest of breakfast could move forward in peace. After that you focused on packing for the journey tomorrow. It would be a short trip to the Great King’s palace, but it was still best to be prepared. Mingyu was helping you, as was Jun until Seungcheol found you, deciding to take over. You were nearly finished and he knew that, so you figured there was an ulterior motive.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“What makes you say that?”

“My beloved we’re witches. Nightmares aren’t just that. What did you dream about?”

“I’m not certain. Things were hazy, but I do recall a powerful storm. I get images of rough waves, a cloudy beach, and drenched woods, but I don’t know if it means anything. Like you said we had a storm last night. The sounds of nature could have merely influenced my dreams. Do you think this is some sort of ominous sign?”

“It would be foolish to completely dismiss the idea. Even if I didn’t allow the conversation to continue, the coven is right to worry about this banquet. The Great King hasn’t always been merciful to inhuman individuals.”

“You think this is some sort of trap?”

“I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. There hasn’t been a war here, and for him to invite all the kings to his home, it leaves him vulnerable. So far I see this all as a gesture of good will, but if we truly let our guard down, we could be in real trouble.”

“Then let’s not worry about the what-ifs for now, and just go with open minds and thoughts of securing peace. This is a big step for the kingdoms.”

“Indeed.” Seungcheol pulled you close for a kiss. “Perhaps I just need to relax. Do you think you can help me with that?”

“Hm, is this really a good idea?”

“Better to let it all out now before we’re in foreign land. It might be disrespectful, and dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“Magic runs wild when you lose control of your emotions. Our home is built to handle that.”

“True.”

In the blink of an eye you were back in your bedroom, Seungcheol pinning you to the wall as his lips devoured yours and then moved down your neck. His hands were already helping you undress, wanting to get all this fabric out of the way. You returned the favor, reaching for his pants and unbuttoning them, then focusing on his shirt. You could probably snap away each other’s clothes, or rip them up with ease, but this was always more fun. You got to see how eager the other one was. Once exposed his kisses kept trailing down until he was down on his knees pushing your legs apart. You yelled as you felt him lapping at your core, sucking on your clit and making you desperate with need. You held on to fistsfull of his hair, grinding your hips down on his face.

“Fuck, Seungcheol… I… I don’t…”

“Don’t? What does that mean?”

“I want you inside me, this is just foreplay, right?”

You looked down to meet Seungcheol’s eyes, reaching over to cup his cheek and rub your thumb along his lips, smearing the shine that was your juices from his face. He smiled, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking on it. He teased you for a bit before grabbing your arm and kissing it, moving up and standing and giving you a taste of yourself. Then his hands were on your hips, lifting off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and feeling his erection rubbing against your center. He wasn’t going to keep you waiting much longer, positioning himself properly before slowly rocking into you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he made you feel every inch of him. He held you in place for a moment before he started thrusting, shoving you against the wall over and over again. 

You didn’t mind the pain, more focused on the good stuff at the moment. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him in between moans, and fumbling out words of praise. He always treated you right and indulged you in such creative ways. He also knew just how to move in order to hit your sweet spot everytime. You held out as you felt the heat building, pressing your head against Seungcheol and watching his expressions as he took care of you. He stole a few kisses from you before pushing you over the edge, making your mouth hang open in ecstasy as you rode him through your high. He kept going even as you shook, achieving his own orgasm and holding you tightly.

You both stayed put for a moment before Seungcheol moved you to the bed, laying you down and stealing your breath. He placed lazy kisses on your neck, leaving a few hickeys along the way. You knew that was only the start of your games, running your hands along Seungcheol’s sweaty hair. The others knew better than to interrupt you, and probably figured out what was going on real quick. Although you two couldn’t keep busy all day as there were still things to do. For you, the trip to the Great King’s palace would be a short one, so you had no intention of leaving until tomorrow morning. So this day would be relatively normal and it ended with you and Seungcheol in bed together.

The next day you woke first, having these jitters that didn’t really let you sleep. Still, there were more important things to focus on right now. You were careful not to wake Seungcheol and went to check on everything. You both had packed a few bags to take with you, something you could both easily carry. There was no plan to make a grand entrance, so you kept things simple. Around breakfast time Seungcheol was up and making sure you were ready to go. You stayed to eat with the coven before they saw you off. You and Seungcheol went away from the castle to one of the clearings near you. The two of you held hands and Seungcheol cast the teleportation spell. In seconds your surroundings changed, and you were elsewhere. 

“Let’s go, the palace is this way.”

You walked inland, soon enough coming to the area surroundings the palace. It was a beautiful town, and since it was still early there weren’t that many people present.

“I forgot how wonderful this place was.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Back when I believed I was human, I would visit this place often. I can’t really remember how long it’s been.”

“We could stay a while longer. After the banquet that is.”

“It’s alright. I’d rather return to the coven. They’d certainly cause trouble if we were away for too long.”

You made your way through the town and arrived at the palace doors. The guards greeted you and checked you in, servants assisting you with your bags. You were shown to your rooms, and were informed that you were the last of the guests to arrive. You already knew that would be the case, but were glad to know the other kings had made it. The servants let you settle into the room. You had a nice view, and the bed seemed soft, but you two had already promised to behave on this trip. A while later some drinks and snacks were delivered, although Seungcheol was informed that the Great King wishes to speak with him, alone.

“I’ll be back shortly. Stay out of trouble.”

“I should be saying that.”

Seungcheol pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before leaving. You powered yourself a drink and took a bite of the snacks, heading over to the window with your glass in hand. Being away from home was nice in a sense, so you should enjoy these quiet moments. You drank as you stared down at the courtyard, but after a moment your vision got hazy. You thought maybe it was momentary, but it didn’t seem to be getting better. Your legs suddenly felt weak, and you didn’t feel good at all. You dropped the glass in your hand, grabbing your head and trying to move while the world was spinning. You needed to find Seungcheol, but when you took a step you collapsed to your knees. You thought to yell but you weren’t sure your voice was working. What you wanted to do was cast a spell to summon Seungcheol, but you had no strength and your magic wasn’t working right. Instead you collapsed to the ground, everything slowly growing dark.

🖤

When you regained consciousness you found yourself somewhere rather grim. It wasn’t hard to realize you were chained up and locked in a cell. Your first instinct was to use magic, but you couldn’t access it at the moment. You noticed the cuffs on your wrist had markings that prevented you from using magic. So whoever had done this to you knew what they were doing. You thought you were alone until you heard other chains rattling. You crawled towards the cell door, seeing others in cages, and that’s when everything started to hurt. You saw three other girls in chains just like you. They were familiar, they were you, yet they weren’t, and all this made your head spin. You screamed and tried to make sense of the pressure building in your head, but your actions alerted the guards. Before you knew it two individuals were in your cell, and one of them was forcing some kind of potion down your throat. Once again darkness was creeping in, and you could do nothing to fight it.

🖤

Seungcheol followed the servant down to what he presumed to be the main hall. When he arrived the servant opened the door and gestured for him to enter. Seungcheol thanked them and headed inside. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but what he found was intriguing. The Great King sat upon his throne, and before him at a table three others were sat with one chair empty. It only took a moment for Seungcheol to realize they were the other kings, and none of them looked happy. It seemed that talks of peace were going to be difficult.

“Apologies for arriving late.”

“Don’t say stupid shit like that.” Hongjoong snapped under his breath.

“Do have a seat.” The Great King spoke. “We have much to discuss.”

Seungcheol didn’t like the tension in the air, but such a thing was to be expected. All five kings gathered like this, it was a first.

“As you all know, I’ve invited you here to talk about peace. I know we’ve been on good terms as of late, but we need something more. A proper pact to be honored. So let us discuss what we can all do to contribute and maintain peace among our kingdoms.”

The room fell silent, and Seungcheol was starting to pick up on some negative energy. There was something he was missing here.

“I see we all understand the situation.” The Great King stated. “That’s good. I have a peace treaty for you all to sign that outlines our terms of agreement.”

“Sign?” Seungcheol questioned. “We’re here to discuss, aren’t we?”

“Shut up and sit down.” Sangyeon hissed. 

“Are you all seriously just going to agree to whatever he wants?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course not! If we want peace in our kingdoms then-”

“Where is she!?” Chan suddenly roared, slamming his fists on the table and glaring at the Great King. “I want to see her before I sign anything!”

“What… what are you talking about?” Seungcheol questioned. 

“You really are late to the party, aren’t you?” Chan scoffed. “Where’s your girl, huh? You think she’s safe and sound somewhere?”

“What-”

“Calm down, everyone.” The Great King interrupted. “Perhaps a demonstration as a show of good will.”

Seungcheol still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he soon got answers. Another door in the hall opened up, and the sounds of chains filled the room. Four girls were dragged in and Seungcheol quickly recognized you. It wasn’t difficult to figure out who the other three were, and now he understood what was really going on.

“What is the meaning of this!”

“It’s simple, I assure you.” The Great King said. “You agree to my terms, and I won’t kill your queens. If you refuse, you can watch them die today.”

“If you dare to harm my queen I’ll shoot your brains out.” Hongjoong yelled.

“Showing your cards like this isn’t in your best interest.” Sangyeon added. “If you kill them, you’d start a war, a war you’d lose as we’re all right here.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have much power here. I took all the necessary precautions thanks to my consulting witch. My palace has plenty of devices in place to weaken you, so trying to kill me won’t be as easy as you think.” The Great King smiled. “Shall we discuss how you all walk away from this without shedding blood?”

“What do you want?” Chan spat.

“Not too much. For starters, in such a world, there should only be one true king.”

“Let me guess, that’s gonna be you?”

“Precisely. As the only king you all serve under me. You each have exemplary abilities which can be put to good use for the benefit of the people.”

“You mean humans?” Sangyeon mentioned. “You want to be all high and mighty, claiming your people are better?”

“I want peace, and this is a great way to guarantee it.”

“What about the girls?” Hongjoong questioned. “What happens to them?”

“They shall stay with me, as guests and collateral. I need to be certain you’ll fall in line, but don’t worry, you will be allowed visitations.”

“You’re so dead for this, fucker!”

🖤

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, unable to make sense of anything before a bunch of images flashed before your eyes. All of a sudden you were on a boat, then a beach, then out in the woods, a terrible storm raging across all the scenery. Then a strike of lightning revealed a hidden figure. You knew nothing about them, but you could see the magic they were performing. This all came to you at once, making your head feel like it was splitting open, then clarity hit you. The convulsing had stopped and you could calm your breathing, slowly returning to the present and being able to take in your surroundings. You heard your name being called out over and over, searching for the source and seeing a blurry figure being held back by more guards.

“… seungcheol…”

“What did you do to her!?”

“I’ve done nothing to harm your little witch.” The Great King informed. “This has nothing to do with me.”

You slowly sat up, looking around and seeing the other girls. They were chained up and somewhat out of it, similar to you. As your gaze shifted around the room you noticed someone by a throne, then Seungcheol with three other boys. In an instant you put names to faces, and then everything clicked in your mind. You couldn’t help it and started laughing. Silence fell and all eyes were on you.

“… you’re so stupid… oh Great King…”

“You wretched witch! Watch your tongue!”

“… you hate those who aren’t human, yet you seek a witch out to help you with this… this plan of yours…?” You giggled. “You should have found someone better…”

“Shut-”

“You think just any witch can pull off such a spell!? To command mother nature and kidnap people! There are too many variables outside your control!”

“It worked just fine, don’t you think?”

“Did it? Sure you may have gotten the other girls, but me? No, you dared to use magic on another witch and failed miserably, do you know what that leads to?”

“You still wound up right where you were supposed to be. I don’t see a problem.”

“Yet there is one. A poor innocent soul plucked from who knows where and dragged into the spell and consequently brought into this world! These aren’t visions… I’m seeing what she had seen after body jumping…”

“Now you’re speaking nonsense, but this doesn’t pertain to you.”

As you put all the pieces together you looked down at yourself. You were you, but there was someone else too, someone who didn’t belong, and someone who had experienced a lot more than just one life. Although that wasn’t your priority right now. Even if your magic was blocked, you’d still be able to sense it. That’s when you realized one of the guards keeping an eye on you was actually a magic user. The king’s witch just pretending to blend in. If you could get to them you could deal with this whole mess, but you needed power first. You took a look at your chains once more, the marks were textbook, but the caster was still an amateur. With enough power you could break yourself free, but the question was how would you get it. You tried to think when the idea finally hit you, and you looked at the other girls.

Even though you had not met prior to this, there was now something that connected you all. The lingering soul had been with all of you, so it tied you together. Through this bond it was possible to harness power. Every living creature had magic, some more than others. You met the eyes of the other girls, pleading and mouthing help. They seemed to understand what you were asking, and they all nodded their heads. You glanced back at the boys, seeing them arguing and being held back by guards. This was going to take a lot out of you and the girls, but something had to be done. You shut your eyes tightly and began muttering a spell under your breath. Now that you knew what was going on you focused inward, to the soul sharing your body, and from them reaching out to the others.

Such a spell wasn’t easy, nor was it kind. As the spell began to work the other girls collapsed, whimpering and thrashing around, drawing attention. You wouldn’t stop though, feeling your power surging, and then the chains that held you shattered. You quickly jumped into action and attacked the fake guard, pinning them to the ground. You ripped through their armor with ease and plunged your hand into their chest, grabbing hold of their heart and ripping it out. Among witches it was looked down to use your magic against one another, and such a transgression was best met with death. With the treacherous witch dying by your hands you absorbed their power, sensing all the markings that decorated the castle and destroying them all in one swift motion. 

Now there were no limitations, and only death would follow. Of course performing all this magic wasn’t without consequence. You noticed blood dripping down your nose, and you felt yourself grow weary. You collapsed next to the corpse you had created, hearing roars and gunshots in the air. You trusted Seungcheol and the others to handle things, hoping that when you opened your eyes again things would be alright.

🖤

“… y/n… y/n… can you hear me…?”

You groaned as you began to regain consciousness, a metallic smell catching your attention first. As you opened your eyes you were met with a familiar face, offering a lazy smile.

“… seungcheol… did… did we win…?”

Seungcheol chuckled. “Yeah, yeah we won.”

“… good…”

“What you did… how did you do it? What happened?”

“It’s complicated… but everything’s alright now…”

“Yes, yes it is.” Seungcheol looked out at the mess. “Peace has certainly been achieved here. Nothing like coming together to battle a monster to create strong ties.”

“Right…”

Your vision had cleared up a bit and you looked around. There was certainly a mess of bodies and blood, a broken crown among it all. Yet a rather wholesome scene was also before you. The other kings were holding their queens, also having been worried about them. The wolf king was holding his shaking omega, trying to soothe them while assuring them everything was alright and over. The pirate king kept a hand around the waist of his queen, enthusiastically retelling the story of what had just transpired while waving around his weapon. The king of the seas was resting his head against his queen’s chest, her hand petting him softly, words of comfort likely being exchanged. You were in pretty bad shape, but thankfully the effects on them were minimal in comparison. You’d still apologize later.

“Seungcheol… what about the humans?”

“Not our concern right now, but I hope the prince, now king, is more open to an actual discussion of peace.”

There would be a lot to repair after such an ordeal, but for now everyone wanted to go back home. You did as well, but there was something else that needed to be done first. When you had enough strength you went up to each pair of kings and queens, offering an apology for your actions, as well as thanks. Despite it all you had another favor to ask of the girls, and they all seemed to know what you meant without explaining. The four of you gathered outside the palace, out in the woods away from prying eyes. The boys were around, watching, but they made it very clear if something bad happened they would act.

“This time of magic requires a lot of power, but I need you all because this soul connects us and we need to send them home.”

You all held hands, and then you began the incantation. You could feel this power coursing through all of you, flowing perfectly and moving away from your bodies. Things had been quiet, but as the spell began the sky changed. Storm clouds rolled in followed by thunder and lightning. In a matter of moments rain poured down, but it was all according to plan.

“Thank you.”

🖤

You jumped up in bed, hands on your chest as you tried to steady your breathing. You looked around and finally found yourself back in your room, back in the real world. You grabbed your head, wondering what had just happened to you. Then you noticed the book next to you, picking it up. The last thing you remembered was reading while a storm raged on outside. You looked out the window and saw that the storm had passed, daylight creeping in.

“… was it all just a dream…?”

You really couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened, but you didn’t want it to fade. You quickly got up and found a notebook and pen, starting to write. Dream or not, such a story had to be told.

[gliphyartfan]

So I accidentally sent my ask before I was done typing it….. Good thing I copied it and was able to paste most of it! So let’s try again!

Hello, this is my first ask, so I hope this looks good. I was wondering how the chain would act with a reader who gets sleep paralysis?

I get it once in a while and sometimes I can feel the paralysis settling in, so I have to breakout of it over and over, making me loose sleep. But if I'm fully in paralysis, I see those scary hallucinations and I wake up/breakout breathing heavily, kinda like waking up from a nightmare. Overall, not the best experience since you loose sleep and/or see freaky stuff sometimes.

I’m not sure if the chain would know what sleep paralysis is, but I can imagine they would be worried if they see you loosing sleep or having what seems like nightmares.

Hmm, I’ve had it. It’s been years thankfully but it isn’t a thing one can ever forget.

I hope you don’t get them too often Anon, and I hope they stop eventually.

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While I have no doubt they’d assume Reader is getting nightmares or something (cause they aren’t technically wrong.) it’s still not enough to really explain what Reader is going through.

But it does inevitably rear its head late one night. When one of the others is on watch and chooses to check on Reader.

At first they’d think it’s fine. But then they look at their face, and they see them lying there, completely still. But their eyes were open.

Unblinking yes, but Reader’s eyes are definitely moving around.

It’s when they lock eyes that said hero moves closer, asking if they are ok.

Reader saying nothing despite their eyes seeming to be saying something.

Eyes open.

Breathing shallow.

But their body won’t move.

They want to scream, but nothing comes out.

And then the hallucinations start.

Figures in the shadows. A weight pressing on their chest. Distorted faces lurking in the corners of their vision. They’re seeing things that aren’t there, and it’s horrible because they can’t blink and go they just wanted to sleep.

So when someone touches them, it’s so sudden that Reader gasps like they’ve been drowning, body jerking violently as the paralysis shatters.

and suddenly they’re moving again.

Whoever shook them would be kneeling right next to them in a second. Reader is panting, trembling, disoriented. But they are moving and no longer trapped in their body and they prefer that so much more thank you.

Maybe they mention it to them at that moment, or maybe Reader asks them to sleep close to them once their shift ends and they can explain in the morning. But! an explanation does happen.

Yeah still that conversation is kinda a mess. First, they don’t want quiteunderstand. .

Some assume it’s simply intense nightmare.

And Reader corrects them and explains that it’s like their mind wakes up but their body simply…doesn’t.

A few others would assume it’s a rather heft curse.

And honestly? Yeah. It sure feels like one.

Then, they explain the hallucinations.

They…see things? Things that frighten their Reader? Their faces wouod darken.

It’s not real, but it feels real. Which is still a terrible thing. (Legend knows how real pain from any dreams can be.)

While they hesitate at first, they eventually they explain how they see figures, faces, sometimes something… sitting on their chest.

The silence after that? Uncomfortable.

….

“…I’m gonna kill it.” Warriors mutters.

“It’s not real,” Reader reminds him.

“I don’t care.”

(It does lighten the mood a tad.)

They’re all still upset.

Not just because Reader sees horrible things, but because the chain can’t fight it.

They can’t stab sleep paralysis. They can’t kill hallucinations.

It makes them feel helpless.

And if there’s one thing they hate, it’s not being able to protect Reader.

Oh, Reader is never sleeping alone again.

Twilight sleeps closest. He doesn’t care about personal space. Sky stays on the other side. In case they try to roll away from Twilight.

Wind will wiggle into the pile if there’s space.

Time? Always nearby. They wake up, he’s there placing a gentle hand on them. Always.

Warriors is just outside the tent.

Wild is basically a cat, curling up wherever he pleases.

Legend pretends he wasn’t currently awake and checking in Reader, but he’s close enough to hear if something happens. (Closer than when Reader had first fallen asleep.) Four and Hyrule are the ones who suggest protective charms. Anything to help. (It might not help but it makes Reader feel better.)

And if they wake up paralyzed again?

Someone is already there, shaking their shoulder.

“You’re fine.” Their voice murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Reader would blink, breath shuddering, and the hallucinations fading.

It certainly doesn’t stop the sleep paralysis from happening, but it does certainly make it easier for Reader to feel safe enough to fall back to sleep.

[emmitaaa4]

“Elriel is too predictable! It’s boring & lazy writing!”

… 🧍‍♂️

My sibling in Christ. You call SJM the fated mates author. Through 15+ books and 3 series she hasn’t diverged from that trope. Elain has a “mate”.

If an Elriel outcome is predictable, it’s because the author willed it so and therefore ✨wrote scenes✨ to ✨develop their relationship✨.

and by that i mean…

(long post ahead…. bare with me)

SJM wrote that despite how different they may look, Elain does not balk from Az. She never has: from their 1st meeting she finds comfort in him, and he in turn notices her—she’s never been afraid of him, he has always seen her.

SJM wrote Mr. “I don’t need to resort to poetry” going all Azriel Allan Poe, flustered as he tells Elain “we are born hearing the song of the wind”. She wrote him uncharacteristically open, while when he 1st met Feyre he deferred all her questions to others.

SJM wrote the 1st coherent thing to come out of Elain’s mouth in WaR to be “beautiful” as she beholds Azriel’s scarred hands. In turn, she wrote our gardener not minding imperfections on hers, for despite her lady-like conditioning, she prefers to get her hands dirty.

SJM wrote Az spending time with her in the sunshine: no forced conversation, no one hEaLinG anyone, just them both doing their own thing as a relaxed Az suns his wings. Just two pals comfortable with one another… which SJM foreshadowed in MaF through Feyre’s “Elain would likely cling to Az for some peace and quiet”.

SJM wrote Az and Cass both stilling at the sight of El & Nes, she wrote Az cutting in to set Elain up in her garden even as Feyre was about to do it, she wrote the mention that Elain was safe after the twin raven’s attack bc Az had stayed with her at the townhouse.

SJM wrote Azriel’s eyes churning as he looks at Elain and her too-thin body, before abruptly winnowing away, and we’re left with Mor looking at the spot where he left. Wonder what that was about (it certainly did not remind me of Rhys in TaR).

You know, Elriels are not just making stuff up and theorizing about the E/ucien bond cause we’re desperately pulling at straws…

SJM had Madja say “a mate would know if something is amiss”, then wrote a scene juxtaposing both Lucien’s and Azriel’s reactions/assessments of what was going on with Elain… and she had Azriel be the one to know nothing was “wrong” with her—no, she just had rare powers and needed to be heard, to be taken seriously. He didn't let her be misunderstood, for he was the ONLY one that listened to her, that took her visions/ramblings seriously right from the get go. And so he gave Elain the understanding she needed to free herself from the dream-like murky realm she was trapped in. Through it all, SJM emphasizes that Azriel also understands what it is like to struggle with rare, strange, prized powers in silence; what it’s like to be othered by them. I’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: she sees everything and he hears everything.

SJM wrote that “Elain had hoped that love would trump even a mating bond” and had her characters question the Cauldron in relation to Elucien *twice* (years apart!).

…

SJM wrote Az being the only one—in a room full of Made beings speaking of being Made—to notice that Elain was missing. A reassuring but empty statement by Cass to Nesta that they’d get her back….but then it was Azriel that stated, eyes glowing golden, that HE would be getting her back, despite the girl’s own sister discouraging him & telling him he’d die. Hell, Feyre had this whole deliberation on whether she’d join him only after he’d say he’d go. His initiative.

The Hybern scene is too long to add, but this post and this theory break it all down brilliantly.

Yes, Az has sacrificial tendencies. Yes, he’d risk his life for loved ones in general. But we have never seen him this affected, and it is because SJM purposely used language to emphasize Elain and Azriel’s meaningful reactions to the other… despite it being wholly “unnecessary”

It is all intentional… lazy’s antonym.

SJM wrote the Truthteller scene. She emphasized the exchange, which left Cassian gasping and Rhys flabbergasted; it also left Feyre with a significant painting in her mind, that Rhys urges her to paint after the war. It lead to Elain, aka “my God has answered me,” stepping out of a shadow to save her sister. Azriel, aka “God is my help”, indeed helped armed Elain so she could answer her sisters prayers.

SJM ended WaR with Elain’s smile literally lighting up Az’s shadows.

SJM had Elain’s thoughtful gift to him make his eyes the brightest we’ve seen—and by doing so gave us the most beautiful description of his earthy eyes, “the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald.” We have never seen Az so joyful & carefree throughout the entire series—he literally throws his head back and laughs, and "Feyre had never heard such a sound, so deep and joyous."

SJM wrote that Azriel beat Feyre to Elain’s side as she was looking out into the night. She wrote Elain stilling at the sight of a dashing Azriel—her throat bobbing—while Az “just moved towards her”.

SJM wrote the potato scene—“sit i’ll take care of it”—Azriel again being the one to respect Elain’s presence & contribution as he makes a room full of his “superiors” wait until Elain finishes tidying herself up (cause girlie wanted to look put together for a certain shadowsinger). Mor gapes, Amren smirks, Rhys talks of Az’s mom… all because of that surprising, singular behaviour from him.

SJM wrote Az making a joke at Amren’s expense upon noticing Elain’s discomfort; our girl’s shoulders indeed relax in relief. THE LIGHT RETURNS IN HER EYES.

SJM has Azriel staying up past 3am with Elain, listening to her speak of something she is passionate of.

SJM wrote Azriel spending an entire convo with his brothers looking out into the garden from the window (SJM mentioned it 4 times yet some still missed it).

SJM wrote Rhys goading Az for a reaction as he quizzes him on Lucien and Grayson; wrote Rhys realizing that Azriel did not want to know what Elain did with Lucien (in the case she did anything). She wrote Azriel nervously stuttering as he asks risks if they need to get the sisters a present… I wonder why.

And Rosehall… SJM wrote ROSEhall: cracktheory this cracktheory that, to the gwonriels I’d say we both know you wouldn’t say it’s irrelevant had SJM chosen to call his estate Tealhall.

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Keep in mind: SJM could have written those significant scenes and ultimately kept it PG: she could have chosen language that built up a profound platonic relationship.

Yet… in MaF she has Feyre comment that they would be good together—as in make a good *couple*. WaR roles in and they’re both dealing with the very public rejections they went through—but SJM had them build a quiet companionship in the background, while giving them a wealth of scenes of great significance for both their characters, and while using language like “she DEVOURED the sight of him” “he CRADLED her to his chest”. In FaS they are slowly but surely getting over their last loves, and SJM continues developing their connection.

And in ACOSF, in the book that supposedly “ended” Elriel…

SJM wrote Az following the sound of her laugh (😭). “ It’s just lust” PLEASE BFFR.

SJM chose to remind us—THREE times—of the Hybern rescue scene... then had Az tell Cass that he’d know, in his chest, if something happened to Nesta.

SJM had Az longingly stare at the gift Elain gave him every night for a YEAR—mind plagued by thoughts of her—made him so affected by her that he had reactions to every mention of her name in SF, so affected that it took Nes one look at them to notice his feelings, to reach out in comfort upon noticing the pain that keeping himself apart from to her caused him. As SJM said she would, Nes saw through his secret in ACOSF, still it is “his secret to tell, never hers”. After Solstice we are met with a grumpy Azriel, who lost the snowball fight for the 1st time in centuries (i wonder why…).

SJM chose to link his every secret back to his feelings for Elain, as per the bonus . Why does he stay up so late and wake up so early? He longs for Elain so much he can’t sleep. Why is he staying in the HoW? It is too hard to be close to Elain given their circumstances; he must physically distance himself from her. Why has he moved on from Mor after centuries? Elain. Why is he grumpy post Solstice? The argument with Rhys concerning Elain.

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Ultimately, SJM wrote for Elriel:

- Complementary imagery (flowers and death? light and dark blending together to form something new… DUSK, anyone?)

- AND plot altering scenes

- AND chose to liken them to one another multiple times

- AND genuine moments of companionship that slowly bloomed into something more…

… Is it so insane to believe that maybe SJM spent so much page time and effort building connections & common ground between them because she intends for elain & az to find peace and quiet within one another?

Or idk, maybe it was all for shits and giggles… and if it was i salute her commitment to the shits and the giggles🫡

Either way, it is the opposite of lazy writing…

It’s SJM’s world & words, and we are just reading them.

P.S: This was all just typed on my cell phone from the top of my head… yes remembering all this is probs concerning, yes I am obsessed. Please correct me if I got anything wrong.

[oakbuggy]

Liar, Liar chapter 1

Recom!Neteyam x female OC

Summary : Tala of the Tawkami gets captured by a familiar face and to both of their misfortune, they are trapped together due to circumstance. They are extremely vexed by this and each other and also very horny.

Warnings: Minors DNI, non-con+dub-con, explicit smut, dirty talk, authority, power struggle, mentions+depictions of blood, minor violence, character death, marking, biting, scenting

!! Each chapter will have images throughout the chapter, only the AO3 will have the NSFW-uncensored versions. Please keep this in mind as you read !!

Chapter 1 (NSFW) ~5.2k words

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Tala grimaced every time a bullet was fired, noisily ripping through the greenery no matter where it was aimed.

She stayed huddled in a thicket, eyes darting through the leaves and flowers and rain.

Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. They were supposed to be the scouting party, that’s it, it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. But the tawtute sterile and foul scents proved otherwise.

The sudden downpour helped to mask all individual Navi scents, but it also made it harder to know where anyone was. Seeing a cluster of roots with just enough space for her smaller body to fit, Tala slid into the safety of the crevice, disturbing only blades of grass.

At least, that’s what she hoped.

And she was glad her years of alchemy training didn’t fail her because through the blood, ash, and mist, she smelled a much less offensive sterile scent. The rain was dampening it, but the odor of tawtute fabric stuck to their skin. Just her luck to have a dream walker hovering so close to her, but better her than another. She was technically a warrior, as all alchemists of the Tawkami went through the same rites of passage, but she honestly barely qualified as a fighter. Tala would’ve wildly preferred being someone’s pretty mate and just experiment all day for new recipes and poultices.

Tala stayed absolutely still, her green eyes glued to the entrance of the roots. She looked down at her hands, her entire body folded into the smallest ball she could be, frowning a bit at the scars and scuffles. She could imagine her friend scolding her for paying attention to such things when she was being actively pursued-

A gun’s barrel burst through the entrance of the roots and shot through her hair.

Tala screamed and thrashed, kicking the gun out of the way she forced her body outside of the root’s crevice. She reached into her satchel on her hip and flung coarse powder into the assailant’s face. The rain solidified on the soldier’s face and she scrambled away through the jungle.

The RDA soldier coughed and hissed behind her, empty-handed save for one of the pink flowers that were decorated throughout Tala’s hair. He crushed it and gave chase, abandoning the gun. He didn’t need it.

Tala jumped through all manner of branches and foliage. If she had time to think, Tala would be praying to Eywa now to save her, air burning her lungs.

The dream walker was insufferably graceful, talented at keeping his eyes on her. Tala dared a look back and gasped. She didn’t realize until too late that her foot stepped on only air beyond the edge of a steep glade.

“N-Netey-OOf!” The soldier fully pounced on Tala, which only sent them toppling. Large hands clawed into her sides as the two of them rolled down, slowly coming to a painful stop of groans and blooming bruises on their heads and limbs. Immediately the soldier got to his feet while his target was violently backing away, clawing through the grass. It couldn’t be him, he’s been dead for years now. It was a trick of the light, the rain entered her eye, she was being delusional, desperate.

As if a cruel trick of Eywa’s, Tala found herself back in the start, she had burrowed into a large and hollow tree trunk and was again trapped inside it. From the darkness outside, a hand burst through the entrance and clawed at her hair, impartial as to whether it wanted to pull her out or claw its way inside.

She was slapping, thrashing, the soldier’s large gloved hands were searching for her neck through her thick, loose curls. Her nails caught on the soldier’s green military headband, ripping it off to reveal a large, star-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead. He snarled but now so close, Tala froze.

Sunlillies and tree bark. A nostalgic smell.

She stopped, letting the soldier squeeze her neck, as her wide green eyes blinked upwards, staring at his face.

“Neteyam? Is it really…?” Tala started to whisper, she felt around at his hands. Four fingers, not a dream walker. She kept trembling eyes on his face, it looked so much like him. Even the way his forehead wrinkled when his brow raised in perplexity, now a large scar resting right above it. Yellow eyes met green and all the terror-induced adrenaline Tala had pumping through her was now going straight to her heart.

The soldier had also long stopped, stunned. Stunned by her scent, of spiced honey and rose, scents that he attributed to the environment than to her. The hammering pain he felt in his skull, from his scar, had dissipated drastically. He realized who he was holding.

“Tala.” His voice was low, uncharacteristically unsure.

She wanted to open her mouth and ask all the right questions, the smartest ones, but her mouth stayed silent. The soldier slowly loosened his grip. She looked at the name tag on his uniform. ’T. Sully’.

He allowed some minute bit of space between them, their breaths warming each other up from the cold of the constant rainfall. Tala eyed his scar, blackened and old.

“You’ve been poisoned.” Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding. As if simply saying something was enough, the RDA soldier lunged back into her, his face in her hair and arms encompassing her. She made a strangled, distressed noise.

“N-Neteyam! What are you-“

“Shut up.” It felt like a shadow covered her body, snuffing Eywa’s light on her. The voice, low, husked into the shell of her ears. Cold. It was very cold. The usual comfort she’d feel hearing his voice was missing.

When Tala tried to pull back, Neteyam’s hands tightened painfully around her body, squeezing her impossibly closer. His head hasn’t felt this at peace since he ‘awoke’. The headache was mercifully lessened each time he breathed in the Tawkami girl’s scent. Months felt like decades of torture, something for him to shoulder with each waking moment. Everything hurt his head, it was constant and numbing but somehow, with her…

A whine cried out of her throat, her breath felt constricted. Tala tried to scramble her fingers around the sleeves of his black shirt, clawing at the fabric and trying to push him away but to no avail. His tactical harnesses, both on his chest and around his legs, dug into her skin painfully.

“Let go of me.” Tala weakly hissed into his hair even though her arms, though tense, felt so weak. Brittle.

Neteyam hissed.

“Just stay still. Don’t you understand how easy it is for me to kill you?” 

Tala stilled, confused. She was used to being admonished, by many people, yet she’s never known the Omaticayan to waste time for a kill. She noticed though the shallow pressure of his broad chest against hers, the lowest and quietest inhale. 

He was smelling her.

This na’vi may no longer be Neteyam, a shadow that shared his name, but still, something stirred in Tala when she realized this. Stupid feelings she thought were buried and dead.

“Killing me by smelling me then, are you?” She mumbled, taking the gamble. No matter how overpoweringly soothing her scent was, Neteyam felt irritation rise at her words. That’s right, she’s always been sort of a pain to talk to… They’ve met twice before and both times left him feeling embarrassment and indignation. For what exactly, he couldn’t recall.

Still, his tail swished irritably now. He sat up to see her face to catch a glimpse of those green eyes that constantly taunted whoever had their attention.

Great mother, he wished he didn’t remember her so the thought that she’d only gotten prettier wouldn’t enter his head.

“Don’t push me, Tawkami. How haven’t you changed at all?” He snarled, venom dripping from his maw. Tala frowned and sunk her claws into his uncovered bicep, earning a small hiss. His hands curled again around the column of her neck, lightly squeezing.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she started seeing spots in her vision. Somehow, the universe both gave her a gift and a curse. Eywa returned his body to her, but not his mind. No more gentle hands, no kind eyes, no bashful expressions, or the comfort of his silhouette. She felt so entirely bitter to have hoped at all.

“Maybe I’ve not changed at all…” Tala felt like the headband in her hand was suddenly too heavy, she didn’t want it.

“But you’ve changed too much.” She finished, her stare was acidic.

“I died. And now I’m back and I’m forced to bear the consequences of it.” His voice was stern but quiet. Tala’s brows furrowed. Then her eyes went back to his large scar. From her studies, it truly looked poisoned, festering, and painful but the skin on top was healed. She was confused, na’vi were not the type to hide scars.

Tala reached around and placed his headband slowly back around his forehead. Delicate fingertips felt like burns along his skin and Neteyam was ready to crack her neck at any sign of force.

“The poison?”

No response. She scowled.

“Poison’s made you a bore too?” Tala let out a loud gag when his large thumbs momentarily dug into her throat.

“Still so foolish and mouthy.” The soldier growled. ‘Poisoned’ was a strange way to call his ever-present migraine, but seemed close enough. Unfortunately, the cure to that headache was another one in the form of an incredibly annoying woman. His patience was thinning.

“But you still find me so pretty, don’t you? Otherwise, what’s taking so long, hmm?” Her tone and smile were sickly sweet, just the way he always hated it.

The consequences were immediate, Neteyam nearly buried Tala into the ground, knocking whatever little breath she had left. He forced her legs around him in the struggle and went for her neck to suck and bite. She yelped when rough fingers clenched at her hair and pulled her closer to him.

Her words incensed him and now he knew that Eywa cursed him, why did this loathsome woman have to smell so good, and have to smile so lovely and be so soft?

“You’ve always been so fucking-“

She could feel Neteyam’s tongue and fangs scrape over her neck. Her strangled yelps stopped when Neteyam roughly pushed the stiff tent of his pants against her thigh.

“Annoying, so fucking full of yourself-“

She saw only a flash of golden eyes glaring at her before she felt lips crash onto hers. Fangs clashed against each other and Neteyam stuck his tongue into her mouth. Tala was mortified when she could immediately feel a heat pool in her belly. The musk of his arousal was so dizzying even through the thick camo fabric.

She wanted to say she struggled heroically but in shame, Tala’s will crumbled quickly. The kiss was just so bruising, so angry, she stopped struggling to focus on twisting his tongue and stealing his air.

Neteyam didn’t break the kiss as he ripped the gloves off his calloused hands, now feeling desperate to lose himself in her smell and her softness. He groped at her waist and squeezed the roundness of her hips, now her smell was intoxicating, tinged with her desire. He moaned at the contact, practically rutting his clothed cock against her. Tala could feel slick gather underneath her tewng, she knew for sure a wet spot was already leaking through it.

His hand stilled and Tala could finally look at him, tense. Neteyam seemed only to revel in it, his pupils enlarging further, brows furrowed, he looked near enraged. With him or with her, Tala figured it was probably both. 

“What are you doing, Neteyam?” She rasped, conflicted and now hot and bothered. Her only answer was him sucking her clavicle hard, hands now groping at her tits wantonly.

Sense returned to Tala’s head and she started kicking at him, kicking around his much larger, muscular waist.

“Get away-oh!” She screeched when suddenly he was picking her up, making her back bend uncomfortably around the roof of the hollow tree, she was practically sitting on his shoulders now. His head was between her thighs and the wet muscle of his tongue was digging through her tewng, getting her wetter and wetter. She smelled divine here and he licked a long strip over the thin cloth, he could feel her heat on his tongue.

Unable to keep her balance she gripped the back of his head, his neck, the slope of his back, just anything so she wouldn’t topple over. Squeezing her thighs around his face only seemed to goad him on further.

“Neteyam!” Tala said, choking on her drool as the heat of her core rose exponentially with Neteyam’s sudden worshipping.

“I’m going to taste you. Don’t stop me.” 

The announcement makes her cunt clench around nothing and she stills. Her face is on fire, she is so conflicted by the way he was squeezing her ass and how completely and uncomfortably drenched her cunt was- Neteyam pushed the tight fabric of her tewng to the side and started lapping at her pussy lips.

“Ooohh, oh, fuck!” She moaned, feeling just so filthy. His rough and wet tongue pressed against her hole, licked long strips against it and he dug for deeper, more of her juices. The more those juices dripped down his face, the more he lapped it up hungrily. He was just fucking gone, nothing hurt anymore and only extreme pleasure was left in his wake. His ego preened as he listened to her muffled whimpers like a favored song, she was not so annoying when his tongue was deep in her cunt like this. He thinks he prefers her like this, hanging onto him desperately, legs wide for him.

Neteyam felt like he could cum from just the sound of her desperate whines alone. 

“Net-Nete…” She whispered his name harshly but could barely form it. The coil of heat in her belly was tightening oh so much, and when Neteyam’s nose burrowed further onto her clit, her eyes glazed over in pure ecstasy.

He sucked at her clit and groaned at the sweetness that exploded on his tongue. In his mind, it was his private feast and the satisfaction he got from making this irritable woman melt in his hands was simply an appetizer.

Her eyes rolled back, the spring snapped and she closed her legs impossibly tight around his face as she came so hard she saw white. Her body stiffened, even her tail squeezed tightly around Neteyam’s bicep, and after agonizingly long seconds, her body went limp.

To her vague surprise, he was still completely supporting her despite her relaxing her whole weight over him.

To the extreme surprise of her nerves, he was still swallowing all her excess liquids, now sucking over her reddened and puffy cunt for just a bit more savory sweetness.

“N-nete- I-came…” She said in broken mewls and weakly pawed at his back, eyes starting to water from the overstimulation. He, of course, didn’t stop, he didn’t even hear her. “It’s too much, stop…” She said a bit louder and dug her nails deeper into his back, but still Neteyam didn’t budge.

He basked in massaging her twitching, sticky cunt, the way it pulsated around his tongue, and flinched at every light scrape of his teeth. He only wished he had enough space to soak his fingers in her until she was hiccuping and the pads of his fingers were pruney.

Tala felt another orgasm crash through her and this time she wailed, body staying limp, hair cascading over her and over Neteyam’s back. Her cunt was now hurting and she was struggling to keep conscious.

She blinked at the distance, seeing the flash of yellow plastic. The Compass. She had pressed random buttons in the struggle, trying to get the dog tags or his uniform name as she knew the device could record nature, likenesses. Tala continued trying to blink away tears but before she knew it, her eyes clamped shut and everything went dark to the constantly stinging and tingling texture of Neteyam’s tongue.

It was maybe 20 minutes before the RDA na’vi noticed her noises were considerably muted and her body felt boneless. He swallowed the rest of his fill, he had practically licked her clean before he let her body completely relax on the jungle floor.

He stared down at her figure and took another deep breath, his migraines truly were gone.

She had said that he was poisoned. Neteyam clicked his tongue as he readjusted her coverings and hoisted her over his shoulder.

To the detriment of both of them, she seemed to be the only cure he had for now.

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When Tala came to, it was as violent as she had never hoped it to be.

She screamed, static coursing through her entire body and when an RDA soldier shut it off, her whole body felt numb. She could barely see the bright white linoleum floor as two combat boots came into view.

A large hand forcefully tilted her head up and she grimaced.

“Well, outta all the biters you could’ve brought back, you chose a pretty one.” The dream walker said, his face was aged and his hair was cut extremely short. He had a square jaw and aged features, along with thick eyebrows. He let Tala’s face fall carelessly as he stood back up straight.

“That better not be the only reason you chose her, Corporal Tom.” His voice was hard. Tala was vaguely aware of her body being strapped vertically onto a table and only able to move around her neck, though she barely had the energy to lift it anyway.

“No, sir, Colonel Quaritch, sir.” It was Neteyam. Voice cold and unfeeling, just like how he had first talked to her. No sunlight, no warmth. “She is of the Tawkami clan and has knowledge of all of Pandora’s natural resources as an alchemist and healer. She will be of use in identifying plants still undiscovered.”

Quaritch simply stared hard at Neteyam, or, Corporal Tom, and grumbled quietly. The Phoenix II reconditioning program had worked almost miraculously well, but the older soldier still had his suspicions. He was somewhat aware of the change he himself was facing since the Skirmish at the Three Brothers years ago, so he had to keep a close eye on the former Sully boy.

It’s been a fast year since his reawakening, and to Quaritch’s knowledge, he was pretty sure the kid spent his ruts alone and barely interacted with those outside of the Recombinant Squad if even them. The… experience left him angry, which was great on the battlefield. Not for making sure his head was all there even in downtime though.

The colonel kneeled low to look at Tala’s face clearly, her head still hanging. Easy on the eyes at least, would it be so bad for him to have his own little fucktoy? It wasn’t regulated, but some prisoners became favored partners of the Recoms or other reawakened Na’vi, if at least to help with their monthly biological needs.

“I know you can understand me doll face, most of the Tawkami does by now.” He started with a cold hostility in his tone. Tala kept silent, trying to steel herself. She didn’t want to die, but she’d welcome any return to Eywa with open arms before helping these demons.

“To make everything crystal clear, I’m going to say this once. You make a peep of trouble, we shoot you. You fuck up, we shoot you. We’re not animals mind you, you play by our rules and you can live a reasonable life of use to us. Just don’t give us a reason to kill, and we won’t, sweetheart.” His seethe ended in a cruelly humored smile and Tala was feeling her blood run cold looking at him.

Quaritch rolled his eyes emphatically when she stayed silent.

“Gonna need to hear that you understand, doll face.” He rumbled and she pursed her lips. She nodded.

“…yes. I do.” Tala said, English heavily accented but understandable all the same. Quaritch stood to his full height, carelessly letting go of her face.

He turned to Neteyam with a scowl.

“Well, you got your fucktoy, Corporal Tom. Enjoy it.” He meanly snarled, getting close to Neteyam. The younger didn’t flinch, both of them staring intensely into the other’s glowing eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Quaritch waved his hand and another blast of shock scorched Tala’s body, making her scream in pain. Tala balled her hands and felt tears burn down her face as pain shocked through every bone in her spine.

Quaritch searched Neteyam’s face for any ounce of care, even the faintest inclination to help her. The colonel didn’t want any emotional bullshit conflict, he had his own to deal with.

Not even a flicker towards her figure, despite her screams getting shriller. Quaritch sent the operator a glance and finally, Tala was given a break from the torture. Her whole body sunk, the restraints digging into her skin, though she couldn’t feel it. Tala breathed hard, her body still twitching from the pain. It felt like her eyes and ears were bleeding, she wanted to vomit.

The older soldier smiled lightheartedly.

“Just a little welcome present,” Quaritch said, then passed by the younger and clapped his shoulder. “Look alive, soldier. Get her ready and cuffed. I’ll ask the eggheads which lab needs a hand. Don’t take too long.

When he left the room, Neteyam nodded his head at the operator to also make his exit.

Now they were alone. His footsteps towards her were silent, she only knew he was so close because his shoes came into view.

Tala twisted her head to at least be able to peer up at his face. She was aching thoroughly, but the soreness of her crotch especially made her sport quite a mirthful smile.

“Did you like the taste enough to keep me?”

Neteyam scowled then smirked.

“Almost as much as you liked creaming on my tongue.” He taunted back and his smirk grew as he saw Tala’s pretty smile get wiped off her face instantly.

A surprisingly soft grip supported her chin, and she raised her head to meet his eyes. While he still wore the harness and cargo pants, he was no longer wearing his tactical vest. She could clearly see the broadness of his shoulders, how sculpted and wide his chest was under the tight black shirt. Eywa really picked favorites.

Neteyam’s nose twitched, as it usually did with irritation.

“Be thankful I didn’t kill you. At least now you can be of use.” His voice had a sharper edge that made Tala glare at him. The stale light of fluorescent bulbs didn’t seem to suit either of them.

“Of use? Like you are to the vrrteps(demons), kavukte(traitor)?” Tala hissed, green eyes flashing with indignation. She wanted to bite his fingers off. Neteyam’s jaw tensed.

“What are you planning, Neteyam? What do you want?” She pushed, her voice much more hoarse than she thought it would be.

“I’m saving this planet by ending the Na’vi people’s resistance, Tawkami. They are being manipulated by Eywa, it’s not their fault, but they refuse to listen. Eywa keeps the People from growing, and she is the reason they suffer now. The humans will save us.” Neteyam said with such finality and clarity that it unsettled her, like lines practiced over and over again.

“Eywa keeps the balance, Neteyam, the vrrteps are selfish, they take and take. You know this, I know you do.” Her voice was pleading now, nerves heightened. She wanted desperately for him to listen to her and see reason.

“Then even this is part of Eywa’s plan, no? To let the sky people take and take. It was the sky people that saved me, not Her.” He said with a growl.

Tala couldn’t bear to listen anymore and ripped her face away from his grip, squeezing her eyes shut.

Wretched words, cruel thoughts that didn’t sound truly like his.

“The vrrteps did not save you, Neteyam. They were the ones that killed you! Lo’ak-.” Four fingers clamped her mouth shut and the amber pool of his eyes seared into hers.

“I remember everything. And my life was over far before Lo’ak’s stupidity got me shot.” He seethed, pupils in threatening and aggressive slits. Tala scowled, ears pinned to the side of her head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jake. He ended my life long before that battle. Then replaced me before my body even turned cold, and now I live every single day in torture!” His words suddenly erupted in anger, violently surfacing above. Resentment emanated from every word and his hurt was suffocating. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get through to him, she was not the person he needed now. He needed Kiri or Tuk, he needed his family.

Tala was suddenly reminded of how small a part of his life she really embodied. At most a week’s worth of memories, years stretched in between. Barely any history. 

She wanted to entertain that maybe it was her good looks and charming personality that made her memorable, but Tala wasn’t completely dumb. Neteyam had always been surrounded by attractive, talented navi, better yet, members of his own clan he could court.

Those infuriatingly beautiful eyes, making her think unnecessary things right then. Because that time was over, and these feelings didn’t matter. They never have.

“So your life is over, and now you’re ‘Corporal Tom’. Why does the Corporal want me?” Tala wondered out loud, biding for time as she scanned the room. White, eye-achingly so, metallic, plastic, unnatural, sterile, cold.

His waw tensed as he didn’t answer.

“Honestly, it’s looking like you’re obsessed with me.” Tala said with an entirely syrupy sweet and contemptuous smile. A fire started growing in her mind.

He lived every day in pain. And the scar looked blackened; poisoned and now hidden. Navi don’t hide scars. And suddenly he’s smelling her and eating her out as if she was his ambrosia. 

Tala crinkled her eyes and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, does being around me help with the hurt, poor sky demon warrior?”

When Tala saw his tail swishing in angry large strokes, she knew her answer, unable to contain how pleased she was now. It was laughable, for both of them, truly! She went through her mental alchemy compendium, considering what and how effected him. Relief through her scent, then arousal? Or minor dosage of comfort through scent then a substantial through oral consumption?

Tala sighed internally, this would have been a wonderful opportunity to experiment with the effects of this mind poison if it wasn’t for all the guns and threats and torture.

Neteyam suddenly and wordlessly stripped off her floral top.

“Neteyam!” She screeched, though his eyes just wandered along her chest, tits soft and dotted with dark pink nipples. Tala flinched violently away when large fingers pinched at her flesh, but still they continued to play and bruise the sensitive buds without care. Tala strangled a mewl in her throat, mortified. He had stayed too silent all this time, she should have known something was boiling in him.

And indeed there was, he hated her insolence and her overactive brain, how she pieced things together so damningly quickly.

“Nothing will get you to shut up, will it.” Neteyam mused out loud, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pinched it hard and Tala yelped.

“Remind yourself that you have no power here, Tawkami. At most, you’re a stress toy.” He said in a deceptively simplistic manner. As if to make the point stick he stuck thick gloved fingers in her mouth, pushing teeth and tongue. Neteyam stared, daring her to bite him. She didn’t.

“Smart toy, good toy.” He mumbled then, eyes narrowing in self-satisfaction. Tala’s face went hot but she kept compliant.

“Stay good, and I won’t break that thin neck.” Neteyam said, pushing his fingers in her mouth deeper. She gagged and Neteyam felt a familiar throbbing in his pants.

He stopped and then leaned over her like a predator, almost growling.

“I can smell how bad you want me. If you’re good, I’ll fuck the brat out of you until you’ve had your fill.”

Tala closed her eyes, just so completely humiliated yet so aroused, it made her fume. Neteyam smiled smugly when he saw her expression. He liked seeing her when she was too frustrated to do anything else but let her face turn red.

Tala grumbled something under her breath. His ears caught something about him being a horny psychotic asshole. So he proved her point.

“AH!” Sharp fangs sunk into the crook of her neck. He was-he was biting her, marking her! Neteyam was nearly crushing her small shoulders still as he bit down, blood beading and staining her skin.

“Great Mother, what is wrong with you?!” Tala was screaming, now jerking her body this way and that. She didn’t care that it made it more painful, she didn’t care that flecks of her blood were landing on his face and the rest of her body.

But neither did he, he let his fangs stay sunk into her skin, he seemed to be enjoying her struggling, the fucking asshole-

When Neteyam finally stood up, there were thin dribbles of saliva and blood running down his chin and he wiped it off with the heel of his glove carelessly.

Tala was breathing hard, confused and so horribly aroused, she didn’t even want to know how much of a mess she looked then. Her skin was on fire, she was barely aware of the tears running down her cheeks, tears of anger.

Her green eyes shined brighter in her shock, pink lips parted in terrible confusion. Her hair was a mess, braids no longer neat and curls in her face, sticking to her cheeks with her tears. And now the side of her neck, bitten into and punctured, like a pearl necklace of blood.

Neteyam thought it was the prettiest he’d ever seen her. And by Eywa his head felt the most relieved it’s been by far.

“A horny, psychotic asshole, right?” He said smugly, daring any more rebellion from her in his tone and she glared viciously at him. Neteyam merely kept his head raised and roughly pulled up her top.

He turned away and left once the doors slid open, whispering something to the tawtute waiting outside. He didn’t take any look back, he didn’t need to.

Tala felt hostility bubble in her gut, marking was for mates, not whatever the hell this was. Not from whatever he was!

The scientist walked in and pulled out a needle, making her ears pin to the back of her head. The injection went in so quickly, Tala could only remember those yellow eyes, searing into her.

It made her want to gag.

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I hope this isn’t too much, but could you do picke telling Isaac about an abusive ex they had, and Isaac comforting them? (Btw I love your work!!)

Remnants Of The Past

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Warnings: talk of abusive relationships

“This smells delicious, dear,” Isaac said, looking over your shoulder as you ground the basil leaves into a paste. He had lingered behind you since you had cut the stems, humming in contentment as the smell of fresh basil hit him and he tilted his head to place a kiss against your nape. 

You shivered, feeling the warmth in your chest at the gesture of affection. “I hope it tastes delicious, too,” you said, a smile spreading across your face as he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you enough room to work comfortably as he held you close.

“I’m sure it will,” he said, resting his forehead against your shoulder and inhaling your scent. 

Isaac was so soft. You could see his unveiled affection for you in the littlest things — from the way he brought you water throughout the day to make sure you drank enough, to the way his lips moved delicately against yours when you kissed, savoring every moment as his hands held you securely, tight enough to make you feel wanted but never enough to make you feel trapped. 

“I love you,” he murmured behind you, placing another kiss on your neck before leaning over your shoulder and pressing another against your cheek. 

He was so gentle, so affectionate, so loving — it made tears gather in your eyes that this was the relationship you had always dreamed of having, being with someone with whom you felt safe and looked after and loved.

Abandoning the basil, you reached up a hand to tangle it in his hair, hoping he had missed the hitch in your breath and the wetness accumulating in your eyes. “I love you, too,” you said hoarsely. 

Isaac tensed. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, turning you around gently to cup your cheeks and brush your tears away with his thumb. “Talk to me. What are you thinking about? How can I help?”

His concern only made you cry harder, the distraught look in his eyes as he saw you cry filling your heart with guilt. “I—” you began, wondering how you could express the whirlwind of emotion in your chest coherently. “I love you so much. You’re— you’re the perfect partner, Isaac. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, and— and I’m just so thankful to have you. Having ended up with you makes me feel like every other bad experience was worth it.”

The soft look in his eyes vanished as you finished your confession. “Bad experience?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What kind of bad experience?”

You looked at him for a moment, eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. You had not meant to tell him.

Your previous relationship had been a burning trainwreck that you escaped much, much too late, the misfortune of your circumstances urging you to give him chance after chance. Walking away from his constant screaming, stinging accusations, and looming presence that seemed to suck the air out of the room you were in had been one of the best decisions you had made in your life. 

“Hey,” Isaac said gently, wiping the tears away that escaped you unconsciously at the reminder of your past — the reminder of him. “You don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to. I— We can talk whenever you’re ready. Do you want to change the subject?”

You began crying in earnest, shoulders shaking as sobs wracked your body and you buried your face in Isaac’s shoulder, gripping handfuls of his shirt as you released all the sorrow, disappointment, and anger that had simmered for a long time. 

He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you against him while slowly rocking back and forth, trying to soothe you. 

“I— I had a bad ex,” you choked out, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. “Very bad. He was an asshole, but— but I couldn’t leave.”

Isaac stayed silent, listening intently while rubbing circles into your lower back to ground you to the present. 

“It was stupid. I was so fucking stupid to— to start something with him, but he seemed like such a nice guy at first. We went on walks around the park, and he took me out to dinner, but one day he just changed and— I mean the signs were there, but I was so happy to have finally found someone to spend time with, who seemed to like me back, so I just ignored them. 

“I don’t know what I did. Suddenly everything was wrong, suddenly I was annoying and he was too good for me. Suddenly I was this— this broke, deserted little charity case he took on and he wanted me to be grateful for it. 

“I— I stayed with him longer than I should have. The passive aggression turned to screaming insults at me, threats.” You shook your head, swallowing down the bitterness at the reminder. “I knew starting something with my past landlord’s son was a mistake, I just didn’t think it would turn out that bad.”

Isaac’s ears perked up, filing that crucial detail of information away for later. “I’m sorry,” he said sympathetically, squeezing you tighter. “I’m so sorry this happened to you — I’m sorry he took advantage of your misfortune like that. I’m sorry I—”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, raising your head to meet his compassionate gaze. “And before you ask, you’re nothing like him. You make my heart melt, and I feel” — you hesitated, every word on your tongue falling short of expressing how Isaac made you feel — “I feel good with you.”

He smiled at that. “Good?” he teased, making you chuckle. He understood. 

You did not need to explain yourself; Isaac had a gift of seeing into your eyes and your heart. 

Once you slipped into dreamland that night, Isaac found himself characteristically lying awake, unable to fall asleep yet. He sat up, leaning over to place a lingering kiss against your forehead before getting out of bed and disappearing into the study. 

If your ex made front-page headlines getting arrested for embezzlement, you were not surprised, glancing up from the paper to look at Isaac, sipping his black coffee with his hair still in disarray.

He gave you a warm smile and blew you a kiss. 

[jellycreamjammedart]

Considering Cassie is deep down in the factory, you think her father will be aware of their daughter missing and went out to search for her?

IF Cassie's dad is available, he most certainly would be trying to find her, yes.

It's debatable at best if he'd ever be able to find her in the Playtime factory though, as I doubt he'd ever dream of the underbelly of that company (besides he works for Fazbear Entertainment which he might or might not know about its own underbelly, why would he pay attention to Playtime.) Besides if he knew about Fazbear's underbelly he'd be certain she went missing because of that (which is only partly true as she was at the Ruined PizzaPlex but her ending up at Playtime factory from there is something literally no one would've predictated or imagine as a possibility,) which would probably lead him to keep looking at the wrong places.

Also there's that thing that apparently the chances of finding someone missing still alive great plummets after the first 24 hours (or was it 48? 72? Don't remember.) That isn't to say he'd give up, but whatever help he'd enlisted would stop actively looking after some time leaving him to keep looking on his own, making things only the more difficult for him.

Unless Cassie made it out of Playtime co. it's unlikely he'd find her or find out where she was.

But... a lot of things suggest he might not be available. Especially HW2 where it's believed he's the playable character. There's been hints of him being away from home often likely to work and/or being involved with something Fazbear-related and leaving Cassie to look after herself at home (leaving money for her to buy groceries, leaving emergency numbers for her to call just in case while he's not around etc.)

And if he is HW2's playable character, it would suggest he went missing before RUIN because one of the endings has the playable character's mind/soul ending up in Map/Mask Bot who then can only give Cassie the VANNI mask before shutting down- the other ending is more vague but looks like they just stayed trapped in AR-limbo. Both ends likely suggest the character's physical body eventually dying or getting possessed by something else.

There's also a theory he became Glamrock Bonnie instead, and is likely stuck in the broken rabbit's body unable to reach out.

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Showing a little love

Ray x Reader (doing another one hehe, I’m taking a bit of a break, I need ideas for the next chapter)

Summary: Ray has a nightmare, but not his usual nightmare, it’s losing you. Losing his only tie, his only reason for this rotten excuse of a world to exist. However with you by his side… you show your not going anywhere.

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It was a typical nightmare he thought, however it was more different than normal, Ray usually had nightmares about the past but this… this was different….

You were in his arms. He felt the warmth of your body against his. It was comforting, he didn’t think dreams like this were possible for him. He thought it would be a trap, however… how could he see you as a threat now? You were his and he was yours after all…

Ray let his guard down…. Something he was never able to to do when he was asleep… his nightmare grew less scary when growing up with them. So why waste a perfectly good dream?…

He closes his eyes, enjoying this… he liked this, he wanted this to stay as it was….

He then felt something wet..

Ray’s eyes while half lidded lifted his hand a bit.

…

Blood.

His eyes widened as he looked closer at you, a bit of blood came out the side of your mouth, you were bleeding out, he tried desperately to wake you up, screaming, yelling, shaking, trying to get you to open your eyes.

You never did…

He let his guard down… was this… his fault? All he did was close his eyes and enjoy your company… was it really a crime to want peace?

Why does life hate him so much?

He would usually not care for people dying because of him… however… the tears meant more now… he lost his star…

He lost you…

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“Ray”

“Ray! Please wake up.”

With that he got up in a cold sweat, looking around making sure where he was, was not a dream. Felt real, it looked real. Was it all really a nightmare?

“Ray, you we’re shifting a bit… mumbling… if there’s something wrong you can tell-“

Without a second thought he held you close, was he shaking?

You decided to just let him hold you, slowly yet surely you wrapped your arms around him. A comforting gesture.

“Ray-“

“You’re real right?”

With that you gave him a gentle smile. Giving a small kiss.

“Of course I’m real. I wouldn’t be able to kiss you otherwise.”

Ray rested his head in the crook of you neck. Relief falls over him like a blanket. He was so glad you were here, safe, unharmed no blood in sight.

“I love you, you know that…”

“I know.”

“You mean more than the world itself.”

“I know.”

Ray enjoys the embrace of his star. Soon falling asleep again, this time… Ray has a pleasant dream. Him and his Star simply being together. The feelings they give him, prove he is capable of being human. That’s he is no monster.

He was simply… Ray.

The end.