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⚣ Take Care Of Me 🪢

⚣🪢 A/N → Another request from my first account is finished! Sorry for how long it took but I hope you enjoy it. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Alpha Jason Todd | Omega Male Reader | African-American Male Reader | Ruts | Rough Sex | Oral Sex | Fingering | Knotting | Bondage | ETC

⚣🪢 Summary → As a side effect of Jason being healed and resurrected in the Lazarus pits, his ruts have grown more intense. He's resigned to suffering through them alone until he realizes the longer he goes without knotting an Omega, the stronger they will get. So he decides to reach out to Y/N...

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Jason could be such an irresponsible, stubborn little shit sometimes.

“Y/N, chill out. I don’t need you to always take care of me,” Jason grumbled as the smaller male forced him to sit on the toilet in his bathroom while he patched and mended his wounds.

“Apparently, you do doofus, since you always end up showing up on my balcony a bloody and bruised mess. I swear, Jason, one of these days you’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t just start learning to ask for help,” Y/N scolded as he applied an anesthetic to a nasty blade wound on the vigilante’s arm. Any deeper and Jason wouldn’t have been lucky enough to make it to Y/N’s before he passed out from blood loss.

“Been there, done that sweetheart,” Jason smirked.

Y/N rolled his eyes at him while wrapping the gauze and bandage around his admittedly large bicep, “You’re insufferable.”

“But, you still love me,” Jason confidently stated, standing to his feet after Y/N put on the last bandage.

“Regretfully,” Y/N retorted as he packed away his medical supplies. Ever since that first night he and Jason met, the Omega kept his med kit stocked, even splurging on a few extra items he would need for certain wounds that only a trip to the ER would be able to treat.

Y/N's sight turned to the muscular Alpha standing beside him, watching from the corner of his eyes as he checked his wounds and grabbed his shirt and gear from the ground. Even though they were only friends, the Omega couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards the vigilante.

He didn’t know if it was romantic or just sexual, but it was something. But, seeing the life Jason had and his choice of career, he decided it’d be better if he didn’t indulge himself in that, no matter how badly he wanted to.

They’d met a couple of years prior when Y/N had first moved to Gotham. Since he was new to the city, he didn’t understand the dos and don’ts and would consistently go for walks late at night when most people would usually be inside by then with the doors and windows locked.

As one can imagine, this eventually led him to trouble when one random night, he got ambushed by some thugs. At first, they were going to just mug him, but when they realized he was an Omega, their intentions slightly changed with a very undesirable end for Y/N.

Thankfully, an angel came to his rescue in the form of the famous vigilante, Red Hood. He’d knocked out the two Alphas cornering the Omega against the wall and scaring off the one Beta before coming over to help the Omega off the ground.

Of course, there was the cliché moment where the rescued victim thanks their savior gleefully and they slowly glance at each other, feeling a deep connection before they fall in love and swoop off into the night. Well, at least it could’ve gone like that.

As Red Hood was checking to make sure the Omega was okay and escorting him out the alleyway, they both missed one of the other Alphas getting back to their feet and grabbing their weapon off the ground before charging at the vigilante. He was able to fight him off and knock him out, but not before taking some pretty nasty cuts that would’ve been lethal had he not reacted quickly.

When Y/N realized how badly he was injured, he helped him back to his apartment where he thankfully had barely enough supplies in his first-aid kit to stop the initial bleeding and patch him up enough. The Omega suggested taking him to the hospital, but Red Hood turned it down.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got some people who’ll take good care of me. But, you be careful out there. No more late-night walks in this city, got it?”

After that night, Y/N didn’t see Red Hood for some time until a few weeks later when he showed up on his balcony again, bruised and battered and in dire need of some medical aid. Why he didn’t go to his ‘people’ but rather going to a random Omega he’d only met some weeks prior was beyond him, but he didn’t complain.

Eventually, with enough visits, they went from random strangers to somewhat trusted acquaintances, until eventually, they were seeing each other so much, a lot of the time the vigilante not needing any medical attention, just checking in on the Omega that they became friends.

Now, just a couple of years later, Y/N knew not just Red Hood, but the man behind the hood and under the skin-tight gear which he did not ogle regularly. He didn’t! Stop looking at him like that!

“Ah, you don’t mean that,” Jason said while putting his shirt back on.

He turned to the Omega who’d just put away his med kit back under the sink before looking at him and placing his hands against the sink, leaning back for support.

“You can’t tell me what I mean,” Y/N replied.

“Yes, I can. You always say I'm insufferable, but never mean it. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so kind to let me into your apartment every time I need your delicate touch," Jason teased.

And for whatever reason, Jason saying that sparked a bit of arousal in Y/N's stomach, but he chose to ignore it.

"Whatever," Y/N replied with an eye roll while pressing himself against the sink as he noticed the sudden closeness between him and Jason, not even noticing that the Alpha had got closer, almost boxing him against the sink, "Um, sir? Why are you so close? This bathroom is already small enough, and you're not helping by taking up so much space here."

Y/N didn't even want to turn around and look in the mirror, knowing that Jason's towering and bulky frame shown in the mirror compared to his smaller and softer one would cause very sinful thoughts in his mind. Not that he hadn't had these thoughts before.

"I'm not taking up any more space than you are, shorty," Jason retorted.

"That's a bold-faced lie. We both know I'm a perfectly respectable height. You're just giant," Y/N replied.

Jason chuckled, his laugh making the Omega's body feel all tingly and warm. It didn't help that the sound seemed to resonate from the Alpha's chest, the vibrations from his laugh reaching Y/N's own, causing the smaller male to bite his bottom lip.

"Maybe there'd be more room if you got rid of the ridiculous number of lotions and creams you have in here," Jason spoke lowly, subtly getting closer to the Omega while leaning more into his space.

"You leave me and my lotions alone. Don't get mad at me because I don't allow myself to be ashy, which speaking of it, you probably need some help with. Then again, that could just be your caucasianess," Y/N said, gesturing a hand over Jason's body where his pale and ivory skin was exposed.

Jason chuckled, "Why do you always have to go and attack my skin color?"

"Because, unlike you, I'm not an enemy of the sun," Y/N replied.

"Okay, just because I lack melanin doesn't make you better than me."

"Hmm, I think it does," Y/N joked.

"You're an asshole."

"But, you still love me," Y/N replied, mocking Jason's earlier words.

Y/N noticed again the space becoming much smaller between him and the Alpha, and it was not doing much to help quell the growing arousal he was already feeling in his body. He and Jason already had a platonic bond, since Jason would constantly scent mark him on his wrists and leave clothes for the Omega to wear whenever he knew the smaller male was going out into the city by himself.

The gesture was appreciated, and Y/N was flattered that the vigilante was concerned for his well-being, but having his clothes filled with the Alpha's scent wasn't helping his already developing feelings for the Alpha.

"You're still getting closer," Y/N breathed.

"And you're still not stopping me," Jason replied, his voice a low and husky rumble, making the Omega's toes curl in his shoes.

"I...uh," Y/N tried to think of a response, his brain feeling fuzzy.

A few quiet seconds passed before something passed over Jason's eyes, seemingly like he was coming out of a trance. The Alpha took a step back, giving the Omega a little bit of breathing room, even despite his disappointment at his moving back.

"Sorry, I uh...sorry, I didn't mean to get so close," Jason apologized.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not upset," Y/N told him, gently placing his hand on the Alpha's wrist, jerking at the heat he felt underneath the ivory skin, "Jason, you're really hot."

"Well, thank you, sweetheart. Glad you noticed," Jason winked, trying to deflect the comment.

"No, no, I mean, you're burning up. Are you okay?" Y/N asked, removing his hand and using it to press the back of his palm against the Alpha's forehead, a worried look crossing his face. He didn't even realize it was him now closing the distance between them, stepping into the Alpha's space.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just running a bit of a fever, it's no big deal," Jason answered.

"You're literally sweating buckets, and your skin is red. This is more than just a 'bit of a fever'. Have you taken your temperature? How about a shower and some cold water? I'm sure I have some ice packs-"

"I'm fine, Y/N. Just drop it," Jason snapped, a little too harshly as the Omega immediately flinched and stepped back, looking away from the Alpha.

"Right, sorry. I didn't mean to bother," Y/N mumbled.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair, "No, don't apologize. I didn't mean to snap. Look, it's late, and I'm exhausted. I'll head home and sleep it off, alright?"

"You're welcome to stay the night if you want. It's no trouble. I'll even let you use my various lotions," Y/N joked, though his tone and face were still showing his worry for his friend.

"Thanks, but I'm not gonna intrude. I'll see you later, Y/N," Jason said, walking past the Omega.

Before he could say anything else, Jason grabbed the rest of his things and was out of the bathroom and his apartment within a couple of minutes. The sudden tense and awkward silence was a little unsettling for the Omega, especially after how close he and the Alpha had become in the past couple of years.

"Well, fuck," Y/N breathed, running a hand through his hair.

A couple of days had gone by and Y/N hadn't heard anything from Jason. It wasn't unusual for him to go radio silent for a few days, sometimes a couple of weeks if he was working on an important case.

But, this was different. After seeing how Jason left his apartment the other night, the Omega had been nothing other than an anxious and worried mess.

What was wrong with him? Why was he acting so weirdly the other night? Was he okay? Did Y/N accidentally make him mad about the Sun joke?

That wouldn't make sense though since Jason had the raunchiest sense of humor he'd ever known. The jokes Y/N made could be considered playground stuff compared to some of the stuff that came out of that man's mouth.

All these questions and more had been running through the Omega's mind for the past couple of days. He wanted to check on the Alpha but was afraid of what his reaction would be if he did.

He'd thought about asking reaching out to Dick or Bruce or someone from Jason's family to see if they'd heard from him, but quickly decided against it, not wanting to come off as a clingy or annoying Omega.

Jason would talk to him when he was ready, and he had no choice but to respect that.

Even though it didn't make the wait any less painful or worrying.

"Fuck it," Y/N cursed, grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Scrolling through his contacts, he found the name he was looking for and pressed the call button, lifting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Alfred. It's Y/N."

"Master Y/N. What a surprise. How are you, my dear boy?"

"I'm doing well, thank you," A smile spread across his face at the polished voice on the other end. The butler was always so nice and respectful to speak to. Jason always said it was impossible to talk to Alfred and not feel good or better about yourself.

"Wonderful to hear. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Actually, yes. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me where Jason is. I haven't heard from him in a couple of days, and I was just wondering if you knew where he was."

"Unfortunately, I am not aware of Master Jason's whereabouts, nor is anyone else in the manor. He has not contacted anyone within the family for some time, and we are all rather concerned."

That had Y/N even more worried.

He knew Jason didn't have the best relationship with Bruce, his adoptive father, but from what the Omega understood, that disdain didn't extend to his other family members. At least not completely.

Especially Alfred of all people. Jason always said how Alfred was his favorite out of everyone in that entire family, so the fact that the butler didn't know what was going on had him even more on edge.

"Is everything alright, Master Y/N?" Alfred asked, noticing the Omega's long silence.

"Oh, yes, sorry. Everything's fine. Just a bit distracted," Y/N lied.

"Of course, my dear boy. If there is anything else I can do, please let me know."

"Yes, sir. Thank you," Y/N replied, hearing the butler hang up the phone a second later.

"Fuck," the Omega cursed.

After putting his phone down, the Omega ran a hand down his face while doing a nervous scratch on his durag-covered head. It didn't make sense, and the Omega was beginning to worry something terrible had happened to the vigilante, knowing the life he led.

"Dammit Jay, where the hell are you?"

"Fucking shit," Jason groaned, sweat dripping down his body as his hands gripped the sheets.

His teeth were clenched tightly together, and his body was trembling slightly from the intense pain his lower region was feeling as he furiously moved the pocket sex toy furiously up and down his raging and hard dick, damn near close to breaking it which wouldn't be good considering it was his last one.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Jason growled, his hips arching off the bed.

This was the fourth night in a row that the Alpha had been suffering through the intense pain that was his rut. The pain was only getting worse the longer he ignored and attempted to suppress his instincts, which he wasn't doing a good job of doing if the state of his apartment was anything to go by.

His bedroom, living room, kitchen, and every other room in the apartment was in complete disarray. Broken pieces of furniture were scattered across the floor, his walls had multiple holes in them, and a few stains of his blood could be found in various spots around the place.

It was a good thing he paid rent up front and the building manager was never around, or they would've kicked him out and called the police.

"Ugh, aah," the Alpha grunted, his hips arching off the bed as the vibrations coursed through his dick, sending shivers throughout his body.

His knot was already swollen and pulsating, but it wasn't enough. He needed an actual hole to insert his knot into. A nice wet, tight, and pulsing hot hole that he could fuck and breed, pumping his cum and his seed inside.

He needed an Omega.

"Goddammit," Jason panted, tossing the small toy to the side and laying his head back on the pillow, a sheen layer of sweat covering his entire body.

The pain had gone away temporarily, but now the urge to fuck and knot an Omega was growing stronger, and it was making him lose his mind. If he could just find an Omega and breed them, the pain would go away. But, he couldn't just go and pick up a random Omega off the street and force them to spread their legs so the Alpha fuck their brains out even if that's what his body was calling him to do.

At least, not without being arrested and charged with rape.

It took everything in him to leave Y/N's apartment that night after he realized he was entering the early stages of his rut, hence his somewhat weird behavior towards the Omega. Knowing how intense and strong his ruts had gotten since he came back after being dipped in the Lazarus pits, Jason didn't want to take the chance of hurting anyone, especially the Omega he'd come to care for deeply.

Not that Y/N knew this.

And now, it was getting harder and harder to fight against the urge to do just that. To ignore his basic and natural instincts.

He figured it to be a side effect of the Lazarus pits, seeing as how other parts of his body and mind had become more enhanced after this little swim. It'd make sense that it would also affect his mating cycle, he just didn't think it would make them this intense and impossible to deal with.

As time passed and he went through his rut cycles, they slowly got more intense. He was way more aggressive than he was normally, he'd start to experience pain and literal freaking blue balls if he didn't get his knot out in enough time, and worst of all, his ruts were lasting longer and starting to occur more frequently. They used to come every 2 months, maybe one and a half if he was just unlucky. Now, they were damn near coming every month or few weeks.

And the last time he actually had someone with him through his rut, because of increased aggressiveness which made him much more brutal and rough than normal (and that was saying something), he nearly put that Omega in the hospital. Of course, they were understanding and didn't hold it against him, but he didn't want to risk hurting anyone else.

He started ignoring his ruts and locking himself away in his apartment. He'd buy a bunch of sex toys and other stuff that would help ease the pain and tension and would just tough it out until his rut was over, not caring that the pain would only get worse the longer he ignored his instincts.

"Augh," Jason moaned, the pain starting to come back and his arousal rising again.

He reached his hand down, his fingers wrapping around his large, throbbing, and rock-hard cock, his thumb rubbing the tip and smearing the precum leaking out of the slit. The Alpha groaned, his hips thrusting up into his hand, the movements rough and uncoordinated.

This is what it had been for the past almost week. Him alone in his apartment with nothing but his hand, rut-specific fleshlights that ended up torn apart after only a couple of uses because of his ridiculously enlarged knot, and an ever-consistent raging hard-on.

And the pain. Don't forget the pain.

The pain was the worst part. The need and desire to mate and breed an Omega was strong, but the physical and mental pain his body would be in due to not giving into those desires was the absolute fucking worst.

"Fuck, ugh," Jason groaned, his fist picking up speed.

His eyes closed the image of a beautiful and naked Omega underneath him, moaning his name and begging him to fuck him or her. The smell of their scent was the sweetest aroma he'd ever experienced, and their body was the softest and smoothest thing he'd ever touched.

While his hand furiously stroked up and down, so close to the edge but just not able to reach it, he could feel his anger growing more the longer it took for him to reach his release. Then, as he was imagining the body of some random Omega that was on top of him, that blurred image where their face should be suddenly had a face.

Y/N's face.

"Oh fuck Jason!"  Y/N screamed in his head, his hands pressing against the vigilante's hard chest while he bit his lips in painful pleasure as he bounced up and down on his dick.

A guttural sound left his throat, his hips thrusting up into his hand faster and harder as he imagined the smaller male on top of him, moaning and begging the Alpha to knot him, his body writhing in pleasure. His sweaty brown skin glistened in the light from the moon outside as his body moved up and down with the rattling bed from the force of Jason's thrusts inside him.

"Y/N, fu-fuck, baby, yes," Jason groaned, his body moving up and down as the imaginary Y/N bounced his body up and down the Alpha's massive cock, taking his knot so beautifully.

"Shit," the Alpha cursed, his hand gripping his cock tighter, his palm rubbing the head, a growl leaving his mouth.

He thrust into his hand even harder, his sore and throbbing cock leaking more and more pre-cum as he imagined Y/N screaming out on top of him, begging for his knot.

"Fuck, Jason, knot me! Please, I need it. Give me your knot!"

"I'm gonna, baby. Gonna knot you, give you my knot," Jason answered, his mind still deep in his fantasy.

Before he knew it, Jason had blown one of the biggest and most satisfying loads he's had this entire rut, possibly his entire life. His hips arched off the bed with his hand milking his dick for every drop of cum his balls could produce.

"Shit," Jason groaned, his hips falling back to the bed and his chest heaving up and down.

His heart was pounding, and his body was still covered in a thick layer of sweat, but the pain was subsiding. Not completely, but enough for the Alpha to at least catch his breath. His head was fuzzy, and his vision was blurry, but he was slowly coming back to reality.

"Fuck, I'm a goddamn mess."

Truthfully, this wasn't the first time this had happened. The Alpha had known for a long time that his feelings towards the Omega weren't strictly platonic. Hell, he'd immediately found the guy attractive since the first time he met him, but he had no idea when his feelings began developing into something deeper and more serious.

Even then, it wasn't like Jason was the best person to have a healthy relationship with. He wasn't exactly a people person, and he wasn't the best when it came to expressing his emotions. Plus, the fact that he had a very dangerous career choice didn't help.

But, despite all of that, Y/N was the first person he'd truly felt comfortable with in a very long time outside of Roy, and not just because he was a new Omega in the city who would always patch him up. Don't ask him why, but sometimes it was easy to talk to a complete stranger.

Plus, after getting to know him, Jason became protective of the Omega, wanting to keep him safe.

When they met, Y/N was a clueless and innocent little Omega who had no business being out at such a late hour, especially in Gotham. Jason couldn't have that. So, he made sure to check in on him regularly to make sure no harm had come to him, which didn't help with the growing attraction he was feeling towards him.

It also didn't help that Y/N and he seemed to banter back and forth and act like a couple, flirty undertones and all. Whenever they'd hang out outside of the Omega's apartment, people always assumed they were together. And it wasn't like Jason would mind that. Not at all. He just didn't know if Y/N would mind it.

He'd admit, there was a time when he thought about pursuing a romantic relationship with the Omega, but ultimately decided against it. Jason didn't think he deserved the happiness and warmth the smaller male brought him.

So, he chose to content himself with the friendship he had with him, not wanting to ruin one of the only good things he had in his life.

Now, however, the Alpha was beginning to reconsider.

Not even a few minutes went by before Jason felt his dick rising to attention again, his rut coming back with an even more demanding vengeance.

"Dammit, not again," Jason cursed, sitting up.

The pain was starting to come back, and his dick was already hardening again, the head a deep red and aching with need. His suppressants virtually did nothing for him anymore aside from giving him close to an hour of relief.

And he could feel that if he didn't knot someone soon and properly let his rut play out, he was going to kill someone. He'd already destroyed most of his apartment.

"I'm so fucked."

"Hey, Dick. Any word on Jason?" Y/N asked, leaning his elbows on the counter as he tried to resist biting his nails while holding the phone to his ear.

He'd become more of a nervous wreck the longer he didn't hear from Jason. He figured everything would be fine, thinking that Jason was just on a mission and couldn't respond, but when Bruce reached out to him to see if he knew where his adoptive son had been, the Omega's anxiety skyrocketed.

"No, sorry. We haven't heard anything from him. We checked his safehouse and his apartment and didn't find anything but we haven't stopped looking. How are you doing?"

Y/N ignored the feeling that Dick was holding back something, not telling him the entire truth. But, he was too worried to care.

"Yeah, I'm doing okay. Just a little stressed," the Omega replied.

"You're not the only one. We're all worried about him. This isn't the first time he's gone missing, and the fact that no one has seen him or heard anything from him is making us all anxious," Dick explained.

"I understand. If you guys need any help, just let me know," Y/N told him.

"Thanks, Y/N. We'll call if we need you. Just stay safe and relax, alright? Don't worry, I'm sure he'll turn up. He always does."

"Okay. Bye, Dick."

Y/N hung up the phone after hearing Dick say his goodbyes as well before starting to pace back and forth in his apartment. It'd been a week since the Omega last saw Jason.

Normally, he'd be completely fine, knowing Jason was probably doing some vigilante business and didn't want him getting involved. But, this was different.

The way Jason left his apartment, looking like he was sick or coming down with something, the fact that he hadn't heard from him, or anyone in his family for that matter, and the fact that Dick didn't seem like he was telling him the entire truth had the Omega in a near panic.

"Jason, I swear the next time I fucking see you," the Omega cursed.

"You'll do what, sweetheart?"

"Augh!"

Y/N screamed, jumping back and tripping over the corner of the couch, falling onto his back with his feet landing on the cushions in a very sitcom-like manner. The sudden voice nearly gave him a heart attack, and his brain was short-circuiting, unable to think straight.

When he looked up, he saw Jason standing in his balcony doorway, his frame taking up the entire space, and a smirk on his face. A smirk that he had very much missed seeing, but for right now, the mushy feeling stuff was going to have to wait as he had about a week's worth of anxiety, worries, and fury to unleash on him.

"Miss me?"

"You asshole! What the hell?!" Y/N yelled, grabbing the closest thing to him, a pillow, and throwing it at him before grabbing his shoe and running over to beat him with it, "Where the hell have you been?! I haven't heard from you in a week and no one in your family has either, and you show up here asking if I miss you?! You fucking wish!"

"Whoa, okay. Calm down," Jason chuckled, stepping forward and grabbing the Omega's wrist.

"Don't tell me to calm down, you idiot," Y/N hissed, trying and failing to remove his arm from the Alpha's grasp, his grip like iron. He forgot how much he missed Jason's strong grip.

Get those dirty thoughts out of your head.

Y/N continued to beat him with his sandal until he heard a faint growl and felt himself being tackled roughly back onto the couch, the air leaving his lungs.

"Ahh," Y/N breathed, his eyes squeezing shut from the impact.

"Enough, Y/N," Jason growled, his tone low and husky, sending a shiver through the Omega's body. His larger body and hands effectively had him pinned down, the smell of his pheromones and his natural scent filling his nose.

"Uh, uh, mister! You don't get to be bossy Alpha after you've had me and everyone else worried sick for almost a week, you hear me? I oughta-"

Y/N was cut off as the Alpha leaned forward, his nose nuzzling against the skin of his neck and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent. The sudden closeness had the Omega's mind reeling, his hands instinctively gripping the Alpha's muscular arms.

"Uh- I... I oughta– Whoa, um...what are you doing?" Y/N stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest.

"God, you smell amazing," Jason purred, his voice a low rumble.

"Excuse me?"

"Your scent, it's amazing," Jason said, his teeth grazing the skin of the Omega's throat, his tongue licking a stripe across the pulse point.

Y/N let out a surprise gasp, his hands gripping the vigilante's biceps as the Alpha licked and kissed at his neck, breathing his scent in. While he was very shocked by this behavior and was still worried about him, he couldn't deny the extreme arousal he was feeling.

Jason was a big guy, not just height-wise but in terms of muscle mass and body size. So, the fact that he had him pressed underneath him on his couch, his large hands roaming his body, his mouth and nose kissing and sniffing at his neck was causing him a little issue with his underwear and the slick slowly starting to coat it.

"J-Jason, what are you doing?" Y/N breathed.

"I wanna fuck you," Jason said bluntly, pulling his head away from the Omega's neck and looking down at him, a feral look in his eyes.

"What?"

"I wanna fuck you, breed you. Need you," Jason growled, his hips grinding down onto the smaller males, the friction and the pressure of the Alpha's cock rubbing against his own Omega genitals pulling another gasp from him.

Then, a scent caught his nose. Jason's scent...

Y/N could smell the pheromones radiating off the Alpha, the scent of wood burning in a fire, leather, and hints of cinnamon filling his nose. He didn't even realize his hands were now pressed against the broad chest of the Alpha until he felt the toned muscles underneath his shirt.

"You're in your rut, aren't you?" Y/N realized.

Jason didn't make a sound, but if the way his head moved up and down as he ground himself into the Omega while still attacking his neck and scent glands, that was confirmation enough. He ran down Y/N's body, moving to grip his waist so he could force him to move back against him.

"Fuck, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't wanna hurt you," Jason grunted, his nose pressing into the crook of the Omega's neck and breathing deeply, his hands moving lower and gripping his thighs.

"Oh, Jason," Y/N gasped, the name slipping out as he felt the Alpha's large, rough hands move underneath his shirt, caressing his stomach and sides, "Come on, we gotta get you something to help you calm down."

"Can't wait. Need you now," Jason groaned, his hips thrusting faster.

"Jason, you can't. Not down here. Someone could see through the balcony door," Y/N argued, though the protest was weak as the Omega was losing the fight against his own arousal.

That was apparently enough to get the Alpha to see reason as he paused his movements over the Omega, but only for a moment.

"Fine, have it your way," Jason grumbled, standing up from the couch, grabbing the Omega, lifting him into his arms, and throwing him over his shoulder, his hand slapping his ass, the sting shooting straight to his core, "Let's go."

"H-Hey! Jason! Would you hold on for a second, you damn brute," Y/N cried, his arms and legs flailing.

Jason didn't listen, walking towards Y/N's bedroom instead of the bathroom where Y/N intended for them to go, not paying attention to the Omega's squirming and his hand slapping his ass again, pulling a yelp from the Omega.

It wasn't a long walk until Jason reached the Omega's bedroom and threw him on the bed, the smaller male bouncing as he landed, almost untying itself from the force.

"Shit, Jay," Y/N huffed, the air getting knocked out of him.

"Take your clothes off," Jason ordered, his voice deep and gruff.

"I'm sorry, what?" Y/N asked, not expecting that order.

"Take. Your. Clothes. Off," Jason repeated, his hands working on removing his jacket and his shirt.

Y/N could feel the small gush of slickness that came out of him as the Alpha removed his clothes, revealing his incredibly toned and muscular body, his abs rippling as his arms lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in the room. Y/N could see the sizable print of the Alpha's dick bulging in his pants, making him gulp.

"Jason, can we pause for like two seconds and talk about this," Y/N started, his eyes wide and staring at the man's naked torso, "We can't just-"

"Y/N, take your clothes off, or I'll do it myself," Jason growled, his eyes staring intensely at the Omega, the feral look and the slight glow of his green irises made the Omega shudder.

"You wouldn't dare," Y/N challenged.

"Try me."

Before Y/N could argue or say anything, the Alpha was on top of him, his fingers gripping his shirt and tearing the fabric, a rip echoing through the room. While Y/N was still shocked by the surprise move, he grabbed the ripped shirt and used it to tie the Omega's hands together, keeping him from pushing him away.

"Jason, what the absolute fuck?" Y/N asked, trying and failing to break free of the Alpha's restraints, his wrists and forearms tied tightly together, the shirt acting as a makeshift rope.

Any other person and Y/N would've been able to break out of that makeshift bondage before they could even blink. Jason on the other hand was trained by Batman. He'd doubt if he could get out of this shit by the time the sun came up.

"What? It's not like you're not gonna throw it out anyway," Jason answered, not stopping his movement as he removed the rest of the Omega's clothes, ripping his pants off and leaving him in just his underwear.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that, you bastard?" Y/N spat, not liking the feeling of him not being in control in this situation.

"So I've been told. Now, are you gonna be good and do what I tell you, or are you gonna fight me the whole time?" Jason asked, leaning over the Omega.

"You've got a lotta nerve coming in here and bossing me around, you little shit, especially after you ghosted and ignored me all this week," Y/N spat, glaring up at the Alpha.

"Yeah, I'll apologize for that later," Jason said, leaning his face down and burying his nose into the crook of the Omega's neck.

"You bet your ass you will. And, stop smelling me," Y/N protested, trying to pull his neck away.

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus," Jason grunted, his teeth biting the skin of the Omega's throat.

"Not until you explain what the hell is going on with you," Y/N responded his neck closing, preventing the Alpha from more access to his skin.

Jason's lips curled up into a snarl, the green in his eyes flashing before his tongue darted out, licking a stripe across the Omega's closed neck, the action pulling a gasp from him.

"Dammit, Y/N, just shut the fuck up and let me think," Jason growled, his hand running along the side of the Omega's body, his nails grazing the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Think?! Think about what, you big oaf? How you came in here after disappearing on me for a week and expecting me to just let you fuck me because you're in your rut? Or, how you're gonna get yourself arrested when someone hears the neighbors getting dicked down?" Y/N replied, trying and failing to ignore the shivers that were going down his spine.

"Would you stop worrying about stupid shit and focus on me," Jason demanded, his hand gripping the Omega's jaw, turning his head and forcing him to look at him, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room, "I've gone through a week of pure fucking hell, and I'm not about to have you ruin the one relief I have right now."

"Relief?! You're lucky you were smart enough to restrain me because if you didn't, I'd be tearing your ass a new one right now," Y/N sneered, his anger rising.

"Good luck with that," Jason chuckled, his knee rubbing the inside of the Omega's thigh.

"Don't touch me, you jerk," Y/N said, trying to close his legs.

"Don't fight me, Y/N," Jason growled, his nails digging into the skin of the smaller male's jaw, his teeth clenching, "I've been locked in my apartment for almost a week, jerking my dick and using a pocket pussy, and none of it's been satisfying. If you keep fighting me, I'm not gonna be so nice."

"You've been masturbating for a week and nothing is helping?" Y/N questioned, his eyes wide.

"It's not enough," Jason answered, his nose nuzzling the crook of the Omega's neck, his teeth grazing the skin, his hot breath hitting his pulse point, "Nothing is enough."

Y/N took a moment to pause, assessing everything around him and giving his anger and attitude a few seconds to simmer down before this got more out of control than it needed to. Jason never acted this aggressively towards him, and at first, he thought it was because he was rutting. But, thinking of some of his other friends who were Alphas, he never remembered them going this far, acting like a completely different person who didn't care about the other person's wishes. And he knew that was far from the Alpha in front of him and his regular behavior.

As far as he could ever think, Jason would never do anything to hurt Y/N or push him into something he didn't want to do. He could be a bit protective at times, not wanting the Omega to get hurt or come into contact with any danger. And, he could also be a bit of a flirt when he was comfortable, constantly teasing him and saying suggestive comments. But, the fact that he was currently holding him down and threatening him, even being in his rut was concerning.

"Jason, when was the last time you had a rut?"

"Almost a month ago," Jason murmured, nuzzling his face against the jaw and neck, making his way down to his chest while his hand softly caressed his body.

"And did you have someone to help you through it?" Y/N asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"No," Jason replied.

"Why not? Didn't you have anyone else who could help you through it?" Y/N probed further.

"Didn't want to risk it with anyone. So, I dealt with it on my own," Jason explained, his teeth biting and sucking the skin of the Omega's collarbone, leaving small hickeys.

"And how long have you been dealing with it on your own?"

There was a moment of silence as Y/N felt the kisses and bites to his skin pause for a second. Then, he heard a soft grunt, and the kisses and bites continued.

"How long, Jason?" Y/N pressed.

"A while."

"Be more specific."

"I don't fucking know, alright? Almost 3 years, maybe more," Jason snapped, his nails suddenly digging into the flesh of the Omega's sides, pulling him against the Alpha.

"Jason! Three years?! Do you know how dangerous that is?" Y/N cried, looking at the Alpha with wide eyes.

"Of course I do, idiot. But, it's not like there are many options for an Alpha vigilante who's supposed to be dead," Jason grumbled, his tone laced with a hint of sadness.

"Then, why didn't you ask Bruce for help? Couldn't he have gotten one of his doctor friends to prescribe you some Feromexin or Feromine-X to help with the ruts?" Y/N argued, not understanding the Alpha's decision.

Jason raised an eyebrow at the Omega's question, feeling a spike of anger at the implication of his words.

"How do you know about the suppressants for Alphas? You been fucking another Alpha or something, sweetheart?" Jason growled, the slight tint of green in his eyes seemingly flaring up.

"No, dumbass. I have friends and family who are Alphas, and I did some research on the internet," Y/N answered, not liking the tone the Alpha was using.

"Why were you doing research, huh?" Jason hummed, his grip on the Omega's waist loosening, his hands moving to grab the Omega's ass, his fingers kneading the cheeks, a moan escaping the Omega's mouth, "Did you find something you liked, baby?"

"Jason, for the love of God, focus damnit! Answer my question," Y/N almost snapped, which was very unlike him.

"Oh, my fucking god. I don't know, okay! They don't work for me anymore," Jason yelled, his voice rising.

"What do you mean they don't work for you anymore? What did you take?"

"Feromine-X. And, I mean, they've just stopped working. After I was resurrected, I guess, my ruts have just gotten stronger, and the suppressants don't do shit for me," Jason explained, his voice becoming more agitated.

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you go to Bruce for help? Or Dick, or Alfred, or anyone?"

"Because I don't want their damn pity, okay. It's bad enough I'm the 'dead Robin', but now I can't even handle my ruts like a normal Alpha and have to depend on everyone else for help. I don't want others having to take care of me, and I especially don't need it," Jason growled, his hands gripping the Omega's thighs, his nails digging into the skin, his teeth clenching as his anger rose.

"But, I like taking care of you," Y/N murmured.

Jason's gaze immediately softened, his eyes staring at the Omega's, his lips falling open.

"What?"

"I like taking care of you. Whenever you'd come to me, needing stitches or painkillers, or when you'd just show up and we'd hang out, I didn't mind. I always wanted to help. I like spending time with you, and I wanted to make sure you're okay and safe. You could've come to me for help if this was really affecting you so badly," Y/N answered.

"Y/N, I can't ask you to do that. This isn't your responsibility," Jason said, his grip on the Omega's wrists and his thighs loosening.

"Um, considering the way you kind of barged in here, basically abducted me to my room and how I'm sitting here tied up by the tattered remains of my own shirt, I'd kinda say you basically almost made it my responsibility so...I mean, I'm just saying," Y/N said.

Jason stared at him for a moment before chuckling, his shoulders shaking.

"Why do you always have to go and make me feel like an idiot?" Jason laughed, his hands gently rubbing the Omega's thighs.

"Because it's what I do best," Y/N teased, a small smile coming to his lips.

"God, I missed you," Jason said, his arms wrapping around the Omega and his face burying itself in the crook of his neck.

"Missed you too, pasty," Y/N cooed, his hands rubbing the Alpha's back.

"Why you gotta bring my skin color into this again," Jason grumbled, his fingers pinching at the Omega's side in retaliation.

"Hey, don't take it out on my melanin, white boy," Y/N giggled, squirming underneath him.

"You're such a brat," Jason growled, his teeth nipping at the Omega's throat.

"And you're a big jerk."

"I'll give you a big jerk," Jason muttered, his hips grinding against the Omega's, his cock pressing against the Omega's clothed and wet privates, "So, you still willing to help me through my rut?"

"Hmm, well, you're not exactly my type of white boy," Y/N joked, pretending to scan the Alpha up and down.

Jason gave him a warning growl, his teeth giving a harsh bite to the Omega's shoulder.

"Fuck, okay, yes, I'll help," Y/N whimpered, feeling his slick still wetting his underwear and now his sheets under him.

"That's what I thought," Jason smirked, his hands gripping the Omega's waist and bringing him into his grasp, his face diving back into the crook of his neck.

"Ah! On one condition, though," Y/N conceded.

Jason paused with an agitated huff, his aggressiveness returning slowly as he felt himself finally getting closer to getting what his body was craving, "Name it."

"You tell me when you're in trouble, and you don't keep things from me. You keep me in the loop and let me take care of you when needed," Y/N told him, his eyes serious.

"Fine. But, that goes both ways. You're not allowed to hide things from me, and you can't keep shit from me. Understand, brat?" Jason negotiated.

"Yes, massa," Y/N teased, leaning up and nuzzling the Alpha's cheek, a purr rumbling in his throat.

"Smartass. Now, can we please fuck?" Jason asked, his patience growing thin.

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Just remember, be gentle, okay," Y/N chuckled.

"Hah, after calling me white boy and massa? No, no. You deserve whatever you're gonna get," Jason grinned, his hands slipping between the Omega's thighs, spreading them, and rubbing the soaked spot of his underwear.

"Ah fuck. Well, can you at least untie me?" Y/N moaned, his head falling back onto the bed, his legs twitching.

"Nah, I kind of like having you helpless and unable to fight back," Jason smirked, his teeth biting the hem of the Omega's underwear and ripping it off him, leaving him bare.

"Asshole."

"But, you still love me," Jason cooed, his hand caressing the Omega's body.

"Maybe a little," Y/N admitted, his heart rate speeding up.

"Good. Now, shut up and don't move," Jason ordered.

Jason pressed his face between the Omega's legs, getting a full whiff of the natural scent that came off him, a deep, sweet but light musky scent. His tongue darted out, licking a stripe along the folds of the Omega's opening, the taste of his slick on his tongue making him groan.

Y/N moaned and tensed up, his hands moving up to grip the pillow behind him. He'd had sex plenty of times, but this was different. The number of times Y/N had woken up from a wet dream that detailed this kind of moment between him and the vigilante was countless, and the fact that it was now becoming a reality was adding to the euphoric feelings starting to overwhelm his mind and body

Jason's tongue circled around the Omega's entrance, teasing him. He felt a wave of possessiveness come over him as his hands grabbed beneath the bend of the smaller man's knees to push his legs up, further exposing his shiny. slick-covered hole to him.

Pressing his nose against the entrance again, he took a small whiff before attaching his lips to the wet organ and pushing his tongue inside. Both men released filthy noises as Jason all but devoured the smaller man in front of him, inside and out.

"Jason, fuck!" Y/N cursed, his hands flying down and his fingers tangling in the Alpha's hair.

Jason growled, his hand reaching up and grabbing the smaller man's wrists from his hair, pinning them down against his stomach. He pulled away to look at the Omega through the gap between his spread thighs.

"I told you to stay still," Jason growled.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be good, promise," Y/N whimpered, his chest heaving.

"You better," Jason warned, his grip tightening around the Omega's wrist before releasing and returning to his task, "Keep these here."

Jason's tongue plunged back into the Omega's core, his mouth sucking and slurping at the slick and its addictive taste. He continued eating out the sensitive and twitching hole, his tongue grazing across the hot walls and his pleasure crux.

He moved his hand up to where he was lapping at the hole, slick dripping from his chin as he prodded a finger around the entrance before slowly pushing the digit inside. Y/N squirmed at the tickling sensation while doing his best to remain still, even though another side of him desperately wanted to misbehave and poke at the Alpha's patience.

Jason pushed his finger inside, the wet muscle coating his finger and making it easy for him to press his middle finger inside. His tongue licked around his finger as he roughly pumped it in and out, barely giving any time for him to adjust before adding a second finger.

"Jason, oh, shit. Wait, wait, slow down," Y/N panted, his head tossing and turning, his fingers pulling at his own hair.

Jason ignored his pleas, his fingers stretching and curling inside the Omega, scissoring and opening him up. Y/N's whimpers and cries were going straight to his dick, the sound music to his ears.

"Shit, ah fuck! Jason, you're going too fast."

Y/N cried out as he felt a third finger enter him, the stretch burning slightly. Jason continued his movements, moving his mouth away completely as he opted to watch the Omega squirm on his fingers with a prideful look.

"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N whined, his face blushing red as he unconsciously tried to close his legs which did not go unnoticed by the vigilante. He didn't take kindly to the Omega giving him orders, curling his fingers inside and delivering some harsh movements that managed to hit his pleasure spot, causing him to cry out.

"I'll look at you any way I want to," Jason said, his eyes roaming the Omega's body before he suddenly paused his movements.

Y/N looked up in confusion before gasping at the suddenly empty feeling, Jason removing his fingers before grabbing at his still-tied wrists. He looked up to the Alpha who was staring down at him with an intense look that had him nervously fidgeting on the bed.

"Wanna keep acting like a brat, fine. I'll treat you like one then," Jason declared.

The vigilante untied the tattered shirts from around Y/N's arms, giving him only a split second of freedom before he flipped him over roughly, placing a harsh slap on his bottom that had him crying out. He grabbed the smaller male's arms again, this time folding them behind his back and tying the shirt around them in a tight hold while the Omega softly whimpered against the sheets from the rough manhandling.

He could feel his hole still dripping as he listened to the sounds of zippers and clothes rustling, his anticipation and anxiety rising.

"Jason, what are you–"

"Quiet," Jason ordered, his voice low.

"But-"

"I said, quiet dammit," Jason repeated, his hand landing another slap on his ass, the sting shooting straight through his spine.

Y/N gasped at the sting, doing his best to hold back the tears starting to pool in his eyes before he felt the Alpha grabbing him and pulling him off the bed, placing him on his knees on the floor in front of him.

Jason stood before him in his full naked glory, the sight causing his mouth to water. He wasn't a stranger to seeing the Alpha's body, considering he'd spent a considerable amount of time patching up his various wounds multiple nights in a row. But, this was the first time he'd been able to see his whole body. And, was it a sight to behold.

Jason was a big man, and his dick was no exception.

The enlarged organ definitely looked like it could do some damage, with a considerable length and a girth that had his insides fluttering in anticipation or fear. Possibly both. Actually, very likely it was both.

It was a wonder how the Alpha was able to hide that thing, especially underneath his skin-tight vigilante suit, or how anyone could handle having him inside. He knew Alphas' cocks tended to grow in size during ruts, but this was something else.

"Oh fuck–" Y/N muttered, his arousal spiking which the rutting Alpha picked up on if the jump in his throbbing dick was any indication.

"Open your mouth," Jason ordered, his hands running through the Omega's hair.

"Fuck, Jason. I don't think–"

"Did I ask what you think or did I tell you to open your mouth?" Jason gripped the Omega's hair that was now uncovered from the durag slipping off while Jason fingered him.

He pulled the Omega's head back, before grabbing his penis with his other hand, tapping it against the Omega's mouth, smearing the leaking pre-cum over his lips.

"I said, open up," Jason said, the tone in his voice signaling this was the Omega's last chance before the Alpha did it for him.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, looking up at the Alpha. He prayed that his past few experiences would be able to match up to this, but he didn't have much time to prepare himself before Jason took it upon himself to force the Omega's mouth open, giving the cockhead the opening it needed to enter the wet cavern.

"Fucking little brat, clearly we need to work on your ability to listen to orders," Jason grunted, his hips jerking forward and his dick pushing deeper into the Omega's mouth.

Y/N let out a muffled cry, his hands twitching and his fingers gripping his forearm, trying his hardest to ignore the tears that were now freely streaming down his face. Jason gave a few experimental thrusts while his hands held the Omega's head still, the tip of his penis already pressing against the back of his throat.

The Omega could feel how much his lips were stretched from just the little few inches he had inside. It was almost a wonder how his jaw wasn't aching. But, that wasn't a luxury he had as the Alpha started to pick up the pace, the force of his thrusts pushing more of his cock down the Omega's throat.

Y/N's eyes widened, his vision blurring from the tears, and his eyes rolling back into his skull, his mind focusing only on the thick cock currently fucking his throat and the lack of air entering his lungs. He could feel the pressure and pain in his jaw increasing, his mouth being used like a fleshlight for the Alpha's pleasure.

Jason's animalistic grunts along with Y/N's choking and gagging noise filled up the room as the vigilante had his way with the smaller man. Y/N's instincts were to try and push back against the muscular hips thrusting into his mouth, but, once again the Alpha was a few steps ahead of him as his arms struggled in their binds behind his back, leaving him no other choice but to sit there and receive the aggressive and brutal treatment.

Jason was losing himself in the pleasure, the Omega's tight and wet mouth and throat feeling heavenly around his cock. He'd been dreaming about this for so long, and he wasn't going to hold back.

After a week of hell alone in his room with his hand and cheap fleshlights, he was finally getting the relief he needed. Now, all that was left was for him to get his knot inside the Omega and truly relieve his pain.

The Alpha looked over into the large mirror the Omega kept in his room, watching the bound smaller man sitting on his knees for his body, helpless against the Alpha's stronghold and cock. His Alpha pride was skyrocketing through the roof.

After just a few more minutes, he removed his dick from the Omega's mouth, the puffy, swollen red state of his lips leaving a satisfied and smug smirk on the Alpha. He leaned down and grabbed the Omega under his shoulder before throwing and slamming him down on the bed, forcing his legs apart again.

Y/N let out a choked gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. His face was a mess, with tear tracks running down his face, his jaw aching from the rough mouth-fucking he just received.

He heard the Alpha rummaging through the bedside table, his hands blindly searching the contents before finding the packet he was looking for, before suddenly giving an accusing look.

"Why do you have a knot condom?" Jason asked, his voice gruff.

Y/N recognized the possessive and slightly angry look that was common in all Alphas, cursing on the inside of his head. He'd forgotten that was in his nightstand.

"Um...that's, uh, a funny story," Y/N chuckled nervously, his heart rate speeding up.

"You fucked another Alpha during his rut?" Jason growled.

"Yes, but it was with one of my past flings," Y/N admitted with a nervous tone, "We were never serious, but he asked me to help and I agreed."

It was silent for a moment as the vigilante stared him down, his gaze dark and dangerous, his eyes narrowed on the Omega. Y/N's mind raced, hoping the Alpha wouldn't get too angry, knowing how much their ruts could drive up their territorial attitudes.

"How many times?"

"Huh?" Y/N replied, confused.

"How many times did you let him knot you," Jason repeated his grip on the condom's package tightening.

"I don't know. It was a rut! How am I supposed to remember how many times we did it," Y/N responded, his own irritation starting to grow.

"Were they his condoms or did you buy them?" Jason questioned, his eyes narrowing.

"His. I made him buy extra in case we ran out."

Jason was silent for another moment, taking another look at the open drawer before turning back to Y/N with a daunting expression.

"This is the only one left, so it looks like you went at it a few times. Guess that means I've got a lot of work cut out for me," Jason tore the package open and slipped the latex rubber over his penis, "And since it's the last one and only one you have, well, I hope you're suppressants have the added birth control," He said before getting on the bed and pulling the Omega towards him by his legs.

"Jason, you better be fucking joking. You didn't bring any extra condoms?" Y/N demanded, his eyes widening.

"Most don't fit me anymore since my dick grew a little more, let's hope this one is up for the job," Jason smirked while positioning himself at the Omega's entrance.

"Jason Peter Todd, I fucking swear if you knock me up–"

"Ah, quit your whining," Jason interrupted, pushing the head of his dick against the Omega's fluttering hole, the slick already coating the covered organ, "It's not like we don't have other options. Accidents happen all the time."

"Screw you, asshole," Y/N groaned, his teeth clenched.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm gonna do so much more than that," Jason grinned, his hands gripping the Omega's waist and his hips shoving forward.

Y/N cried out, his arms straining and his legs tensing as his body flailed underneath the Alpha's massive frame from the intense stretching he felt as his hole and walls tried to adjust and push out the intruding cock. His body arched into Jason's chest as the Alpha's dark head of hair nudged its way into the Omega's neck, his lips kissing at the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

Jason wasn't that quiet or still either, his body shaking and his breath stuttering from the euphoric feeling of the Omega's hot, tight walls wrapped around his cock. Even through the rubber, the wet heat around him had him desperately wanting to rip the condom off so he could feel the full flesh surrounding him.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight. Gonna ruin you for anyone else," Jason growled, his hips slowly pushing more into the Omega's while biting and sucking the sensitive skin.

"Ah, ah, J-Jason, wait," Y/N gasped, his head tossed back, his chest heaving, his body squirming from the uncomfortable and painful stretch.

"Fuck, just shut up," Jason grumbled, his hands wrapping around the Omega's neck and gripping his hair while moving to press his lips against Y/N's in a rough kiss.

He pushed himself more into the Omega, the latex-covered tip of his cock grazing past the Y/N's prostate as he whimpered and cried into the kiss, his feet pressing into the bed as the intense feeling of his body stretching around the Alpha started to overwhelm him.

Whoever once tried to say the big and massive guys had small penises clearly had not met Jason before, or just didn't understand body proportions and anatomy. Either way, the throbbing and large organ currently trying to park itself inside the Omega was a strong testament to how wrong they were.

There was no possible way Y/N was going to be able to walk properly on his own legs after this. Jason was going to have to carry him for the next few days, which judging by earlier, he probably wouldn't have any issues with it.

"Oh god, fuck. You're so big, I can't," Y/N whined, his back arching as his arms and hands struggled against the binds.

"So I've been told," Jason whispered, his lips kissing the side of the Omega's head, "Am I bigger than him? Better?"

"Fuck yes," Y/N moaned, his eyes squeezing shut.

Jason held a cocky grin at this, feeling himself getting closer to bottoming out inside the Omega, "Good, 'cause you're not letting him or anyone else near you again. This belongs to me," He growled, flexing his dick inside the Omega pulling another whine from the smaller male.

"Ah, ah, no. Please, please," Y/N pleaded, his toes curling.

"Say it," Jason growled in his ear, jerking the hold he still had around his neck and in his hair.

"Belongs to you. No one else's, only you." Y/N babbled, his body twitching.

"Good boy," Jason cooed, his lips attaching themselves to the Omega's neck and sucking a hickey.

When Jason fully bottomed out, he paused his movements, his forehead resting against the Omega's shoulder. He took a deep breath, the scent of the Omega's sweat and natural pheromones overwhelming him.

Both had a light sheen of sweat over their bodies, Jason's from his spiking body temperatures and Y/N from the Alpha's body over him and the slight physical exertion he was going through. The Alpha's breathing was harsh, and his grip on the Omega tightened as he tried to keep himself in control.

Before long, Jason was pulling himself out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting back in, earning a cry from the Omega beneath him.

"No, stop! Just, ah, give me a second," Y/N begged, his eyes shut tightly, his nails scratching and digging into the palms of his hands.

"Shut up," Jason growled, his nose nuzzling the crook of the Omega's neck.

The Alpha continued his movements, only increasing his pace and intensity, his hands squeezing around the Omega's neck as his hips snapped into him. Jason's grunts and Y/N's moans and cries filled the room, along with the sound of skin slapping against each other and the rattling of Y/N's bed frame.

Jason stared into Y/N's eyes with an intense focus as he pounded into him, the sight of the Omega's tear-stained face and pouty red lips increasing his drive even more. They hadn't been fucking more than five minutes, yet Y/N looked like his soul was ready to depart his body.

Jason knew his size and stamina could be a lot to take in, and the fact that Y/N was already a mess had him feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. His eyes broke their hold with Y/N's raking down the rest of the Omega's body.

The Omega's smaller pecs were moving up and down with his body as Jason pressed more into him. He could tell the Omega was getting antsy by not being able to move his arms while being fucked within an inch of his life, adding even more to the Alpha's dominant ego.

A few minutes passed as Jason continuously rutted into the Omega, his fingers pressing into the Omega's neck more, slowly taking away his breath, which put the Alpha on a power high. After another few seconds, he paused his movements, taking a moment to catch his breath and release his hold so that the Omega could also have the chance to breathe in new air while pulling himself out.

"Turn your ass over," Jason instructed with a pat to the Omega's thigh.

"Geez, can you give me a sec," Y/N wheezed, his head tossing from side to side.

"Nope." Jason grabbed him by his waist and flipped him onto his stomach, forcing him on his hands and knees to present himself before the Alpha.

"Asswipe," Y/N mumbled into the sheets.

The Omega yelped when he received another slap on his sore ass, loud and sharp, the sting and burn shooting through his entire body.

"What was that?" Jason asked.

"Nothing," Y/N muttered, his voice low.

"That's what I thought," Jason said, his finger brushing down the curve of the Omega's spine, before positioning himself at the Omega's hole and showing himself back inside.

Y/N's face fell onto the bed with a scream at the force, the strength leaving his body as he moaned sheets as Jason pounded him from behind. His hole was spasming around the Alpha's cock, preparing itself for the inevitable knot that was going to enter into him soon.

Jason grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them so he could better see his cock entering in and out of the Omega's wet and stretched hole. The sight of it gives him another ego boost, slapping the Omega's ass to signal his satisfaction while continuing to plow his insides.

Y/N continued crying and moaning into the bed, which Jason didn't quite appreciate. His mind was suddenly filled with the image of another random Alpha making his Omega scream and cry on their dick and knot in this very room for the neighbors and anyone else nearby to listen.

With that thought in mind, he leaned down to grab the Omega's hair, pulling him off the bed and against his body while keeping his thrusting in a steady rhythm. His other hands rubbed down the Omega's sweaty body before reaching down to stimulate him from the front, adding to his pleasure and increased cries.

"No hiding those sweet sounds from me, baby. In fact, you better scream louder so the whole damn neighborhood knows who you belong to," Jason growled, his hand tightening its hold on the Omega's hair.

Damn Alphas and their possessive ass attitudes. Y/N didn't even want to imagine the looks he was going to get from his neighbors if any of them could hear the two. The walls weren't that thick.

"You're gonna be my good little cum dump, aren't you," Jason grunted, his hand rubbing against the Omega's front while his hips slammed against his ass, "Gonna take my knot and everything else I got."

"Yes, Jason... oh fuck," Y/N gasped, his head thrown back.

They'd fucked like rabbits in that position for some time, Jason's stamina being no joke. But, as his knot started to grow, he was forced to flip the Omega back over onto his back, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper.

Y/N had begun to squirm once again under the large Alpha, feeling the dick inside him start to swell even more. He could only hope it wouldn't actually tear him in half as so many other people liked to play around and say.

Careful what you wish for folks.

"Jason, oh fuck, for the love of– please, slow down," Y/N begged, his head tossing and turning, his bound arms straining.

"Can't, too close," Jason groaned, his thrusts picking up speed.

"I can't, fuck, please!" Y/N cried.

"Quiet," Jason's hand smacked against the Omega's mouth, muffling his voice, "Stop squirming. Stay the fuck still," He growled.

Y/N whined underneath the Alpha's palm, his body still twisting and struggling. Jason's body was covered in sweat as he pistoned in and out of the Omega rapidly, slowly losing his rhythm as he could feel his knot forming.

"You're gonna be all mine from now on, brat. Hope you were really serious about earlier, 'cause you're only gonna be taking care of me from now on," Jason declared, his teeth biting and nipping at the Omega's earlobe.

The harder Jason's thrusts became, the closer both he and the Omega began to near their release. The Alpha's hand once again found its way around the Omega's neck as he continued to muffle his noises while now taking his breath away.

"Take it, dammit," Jason grunted, his hand pushing the Omega's body further down into the bed.

Y/N's body shook and trembled, his legs shaking and his toes curled. A few seconds later, he was letting out a muffled scream as his body shook with release, slick mixed with his cum squirting from his body and around the Alpha's cock that was now just rutting into him as his knot was about to pop.

"Yeah, there you go," Jason groaned, his own hips stuttering as the Omega's orgasm brought him over the edge, "Shit, here it comes, baby. Take it, fuck, take it all," He growled, his hips slamming all the way in him.

Jason's body stilled, his knot fully expanded and his dick released a massive load of cum, filling the condom inside the Omega's body. His arms wrapped around the smaller male's waist, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm.

Y/N whimpered, his body shaking and twitching from the sensation of the knot filling him, his body feeling utterly exhausted but also saturated from the hard fuck he'd just received.

Jason held him still, his chest heaving and his forehead resting on the Omega's shoulder. Their bodies were a mess, their skin glistening in sweat, their limbs tangled, and their heavy breathing the only sounds heard in the room.

The vigilante felt slight exhaustion, but also an overwhelming amount of relief. The pain of his rut subsided after finally getting to knot an Omega.

Not just any Omega though, the Omega of his dreams.

It was crazy that after one crazy and rough fuck, your feelings could become so obvious. Jason was in love with Y/N and had been for a while. Just needed a little push to realize that.

Of course, this could also be the high amount of endorphins running through his body but let's go with the first one since it's more romantic.

The Alpha rolled the two of them onto their sides, careful not to cause any pain or discomfort, their bodies still tied together.

"How are you feeling?" Jason asked, his tone much softer and calmer compared to his previous demeanor.

"Sore," Y/N said, his voice hoarse.

"Sorry, guess I got a little carried away," Jason smiled sheepishly, his hand rubbing the Omega's cheek.

"Maybe just a tad bit," Y/N teased

"Shut up. Don't act like you didn't like it," Jason chuckled.

"Mmm, I never said I didn't like it," Y/N smirked, his eyes looking down to the swollen knot still firmly plugged inside him.

"Brat," Jason scoffed, his hand swiping at the Omega's side.

"Asshole," Y/N replied.

The two sat in silence, taking the moment to breathe and collect their thoughts, Jason's hands the smaller male's body.

"Jason," Y/N called, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Hmm?" The Alpha hummed.

"I think the condom broke," Y/N informed, his eyes glancing toward the Alpha.

Jason's eyes widened, his hand moving down to the base of his penis where the knot was starting to shrink. The latex did not seem to have held up against the pressure of his knot, as he could see some unsettling stretches and tears at the base of the rubber around his dick.

"Fuck," Jason cursed.

"Yeah...welp, no better time to test the effectiveness of Omega birth control than now," Y/N commented.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I should've–"

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay. We're not exactly virgins here. I've had a few flings and I'm sure you have too. Accidents happen," Y/N reassured, paraphrasing Jason's words from earlier

"I guess," Jason muttered, still feeling slightly guilty.

"Jay, stop worrying. Like you said, there are other options. And besides, we've got more pressing things to be worried about," Y/N stated.

Jason gave the Omega a curious look, "Like what?"

"Like me having to draft a formal response to the black collective of how I let myself be colonized by a white man," Y/N deadpanned.

"Fuck off," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Are you, a white man, trying to silence a black voice? During Black History Month? I thought black lives mattered."

Jason gave the Omega an unimpressed look, "Y/N, it's April."

"Oh, so black history is only contained to one month?"

"You know, I really can't stand you sometimes," Jason said.

"But, you still love me," Y/N responded, once again mocking the Alpha's words.

Jason felt a smile coming over his face, leaning down to place a kiss against the smaller male's lips, "That I do."

Y/N smiled, not realizing the implication of Jason's words before both of their attentions were pulled to the jerking feeling down below. The Alpha's knot had released, but Jaon's dick was once again standing at attention, clearly ready for another round.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Y/N groaned.

Jason smiled sheepishly at him, "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm in a rut, and I've got some makeup to do for lost time if I want to get it back to normal. Hope you didn't have any plans for tonight...or tomorrow."

"Fucking hell," Y/N huffed, his head falling back against the pillow.

"Well, can you at least untie me?" Y/N asked, gesturing to his still-bound arms.

"Hmm, nope," Jason denied.

"Fuck you," Y/N scowled.

"That's the plan."

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[prael]

Touch

Kinktember Day 9: Spa

Newjeans Danielle x male reader smut

words: 7,422 Kinktember Masterlist

"My client, did you see her come in?" you ask.

"No, why? Is she famous or something?"

"Well, that would explain the secrecy, and it would also explain a woman barely twenty having cash to burn at a place like this," you whisper to the colleague who is far too jealous of how you just got requested by name because that usually means big tips for a good service.

"Did you get her name?"

"Supposed to be a secret." Your answer dissatisfies her, and she throws you a side-eye. "Okay. Okay. Danielle something... Marsh?"

"Shut up!" She hits you on the shoulder. "No fucking way. Let me take this one and you can have my next ten VIP bookings."

"Sorry, but she asked for me by name," you tell her. She mutters an obscenity under her breath. "Want to tell me what I'm getting into here?"

And then the girl spews out a jumble of ramblings about K-pop this and K-pop that—the kind of reaction that only the truly obsessed can have. Millions of views on this, charting on that, really fucking popular is the gist of it. So basically the whole planet Earth knows who this Danielle is. Well, shit. No pressure or anything. "Get in there already, do your best work and maybe get me an autograph."

A few forceful pushes out of the staff room and you find Danielle where you left her, her cleansing mask still on her face, sitting in that long white robe. You step barefoot over the soft wood, heat rising from underneath it.

As you draw near, you ask, "Miss Marsh, are we ready to begin?"

"Dani, please," her voice says from beneath the mask. It's hard not to be intimated after being hit with the fact that the woman before you is world-renowned. Though from here, she looks like any other delicate young woman. Her feet are small. Bare, tiny and arched, they hang just a few inches from the floor, and they are as perfectly still as the rest of her. "No need to be formal, I'm here to relax."

"Then let me start by offering you a drink." The bottle pops as you twist it. The label is adorned in cursive. "Bottled at source, premium mineral water." Your arm raises the bottle so she can see the brand clearly.

"Is it magical water?" There is a playful lilt in her voice, "Maybe it has some healing powers?"

"Guaranteed to nourish the soul and unclog those emotional pores," you deadpan.

The facemask stretches with Dani's wide smile, and she lightly chuckles. "That's good, laughter is good for the soul."

"Right." You pour from a height and a theatrical stream flows. When the flute is halfway, you stop the flow and pass it to her hands, which take it gently.

"What? You don't even hold the glass for me? Put it to my lips and tilt?" It's another tease, the joke stretching on her grin, but now it is her hands holding the flute, her fingers long and smooth around the stem.

"I serve, not control."

"Those don't have to always be exclusive." She laughs, and the sound makes you feel something. "But I appreciate the intention. I hear you're the best in the business."

"I'll let you be the judge, Miss Marsh. Now, allow me to remove that mask. I have raised the temperature in here to help open the pores, and I would like to begin with a facial."

"I do love a facial." Danielle smiles to herself. "And again, please, just Dani is fine."

You step over behind her, where her head tilts back against the chair, her long hair cascading below, shimmering in the moist air. Lightly, you place the tips of your fingers along her jawline, finding the edge of the mask and gently lifting it upwards. She doesn't flinch at all, and you watch the wet mask give way to her face. Even upside down, Danielle is indeed beautiful.

With her sun-kissed hair, radiant skin, and effortless, elegant beauty. She is, in summation of all her parts: perfect. The image the word calls up has always been fuzzy around the edges, an abstract idea more than a specific concrete thing, because real people aren't like this. That's what you believed until you laid eyes on her.

"You take good care of your skin, Miss—Sorry—Dani."

"Thank you," she says simply, no joke this time. Your fingers ghost over her chin and then trace to her cheekbones, moving lightly to test her texture, all so smooth.

"First, I shall cleanse away any impurities," you say and lean down to examine her face. Even when you are so close, there is nothing for your scrutiny—no visible crevice, no blemishes, despite there being not a trace of make-up. It's all-natural.

There's a light whisper on her lips, one that you barely make out, "Good luck with that."

You tilt your head as you reach over for a fresh sponge, run it under hot water until it is filled, squeeze out the excess, and slowly drag a path of heat across her forehead. As your other hand holds the sheet over her neck to catch stray water, your first-hand works in large strokes from above, rinsing her skin with each successive pass.

As you focus, she leans back into the chair, and a soft hum escapes her lips. "Feels nice already," she murmurs.

You say nothing, working her in silence. Her eyelids are closed, her lips slightly parted, and she remains so still that, if not for the sound of her breaths, she could be easily mistaken as unconscious. This silence has a tranquillity and familiarity to it, one that feels like home, and without thinking, you are smiling.

She stays just the same as you begin to exfoliate her, brushing across her face in ever-widening circles. It's with such tenderness that her cheeks take a pink tint as she grows hotter and she smiles as you rub in gentle swirls, one spot, then the next.

Time passes in silence as you finish the exfoliation and apply all manner of natural, topical lotions, toners, and peels to Dani. When her skin is primed, you press your fingers against her skin and, starting at her forehead, you massage her face to a rhythm of long, soothing strokes. You enjoy touching her, you admit, which isn't exactly right for a professional, but since you have no outward reaction from her, you assume it isn't the end of the world.

Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes shut. Over time you move around her face, applying more pressure in some spots than others. She shifts and sighs, soft exhalations of her warm breath tickling your arm, yet otherwise doesn't move an inch. Her shoulders relax against the leather of the seat. "You really know what you're doing," she says, with a smirk. You pull her skin with your fingertips, moving them in large circles as it comes to an end. Finally, you tap your fingers gently over her skin to soothe.

"Now, your body, Dani."

Her eyes crack open, but slowly. "Are we moving?"

"I'll wash your skin over there, but the massage will be in the next room. Now, I'll need you to—"

Dani doesn't let you finish your sentence before she rocks forward in her seat and pushes herself to a stand. She's facing away from you and puts her hands in front of her, then she throws the robe back off her shoulders and lets it slide off her arms to the floor in one quick motion.

"Good," she says. "I was for too hot in that thing anyway."

Of course, as a professional, you would never gasp in surprise, yet, at the sight of her ass, the muscles tight, small, and round, the curves of her waist so thin, hair over her shoulders threatening to hide her slender back and those long slim legs, you manage to just barely gulp.

Too hot, she certainly is, you want to tell her and not just in the sense that perspiration coats her skin. Tiny beads of sweat that, as your eyes crawl over her, are in the process of running downwards. This glistening on her flesh is hypnotic. The curve of her ass, the slight tilt of her hips forward, the way the base of her spine leads downward, right down to a crack between her—

Focus. You remind yourself you have a job to do.

"In the far corner. The stone pool. Please, stand by the edge." It takes a second before Dani's head bobs, and then she slinks forward, slow and catlike. Her stride, and every motion of her muscles beneath her flesh that accompanies it, are mesmerising. And with every sway of her hips, you love her tight body more.

She pauses, a foot by the edge, and looks down into the water. Steam rises and envelops her form in a pale white that hugs her curves.

"Please, step in," you say as you walk over to her side and take her hand. Now, you catch a glimpse of her profile, and her chest, small, round and perky, and as you avert your eyes to guide her down the step, you tell her, "Watch your step now, go from stone to stone until you stand in the middle just there."

"Got it," Dani says. She steps with confidence and the hot water reaches quickly above her ankles and then halfway up her calves. With each careful move down the next step she gasps, soft and light. The water splashes with her movement and then swallows her up to the upper thigh.

"Please, take a seat there, on the wide stone." You reach to help steady her as she sinks down, her knees bending as she perches down so the water is at her hips as she sits.

"I just sit?"

"Yes, Dani, and I will bathe you." You step into the pool until the hot flowing water covers your knees, and then you stand behind her. You reach for a sponge, submerge it, and watch it fill, then draw it out and over her lower back and drag a large circle across her soft skin. "How's the water? Feel okay?"

"Great. Wow." She goes quiet as you work up and down her back, long, relaxing, soothing strokes until all the tension has left her shoulders. "That's wonderful," she says.

You clean her shoulders and then down her arms, the sponge dipping under the surface, and caressing her in a movement that feels like worship. With a slow rhythm, you run the sponge over her shoulders and around her neck, and finally, reaching over her, down to her chest. She shifts back as you do, resting herself against your legs. You run it over her chest a few times before coming up again to her shoulders.

"So soft..." her voice says, almost a breathy moan, and you catch a hint of it. Maybe she realises how it sounds because she soon goes quiet. Next, you work downwards, to her tight, toned stomach. Slowly you make sure you cleanse every part of her body. All while her back rests on you and her breathing is warm and pleasant.

"Miss, I mean Dani, can you stand now? We need to get you clean." You prompt, a hand on her shoulder.

"Sure." Dani snaps out of it. She stretches and cracks her neck before rising, leaning forward for a moment. When she rises, ripples run out in all directions and your eyes drift over her ass. It looks plump, perky, perfect. Then you sponge it, giving purpose to your stare. You push it down, over her cheeks and Dani shivers.

You repeat your slow, languid movements. Wipe away any trace of imperfection from her hips and thighs and then when you make her slowly step out of the pool, you work down her bit by bit. Finally, she stands on the edge of the pool, looking down at you, towering over you in her naked glory. She presents to you her foot and you hold her ankle to steady it and clean each digit, scrubbing between the toes.

"You can take the towel, on the peg, Dani."

"You do it." Dani doesn't move at all, keeping her eyes on you, staring into your eyes and through you.

You cautiously nod and then climb from the pool. You keep eye contact and wrap the towel around her small, wet frame. In your arms, she feels so fragile. You rub her down, first her legs. Long strokes, left and right. Each, in turn, both legs. Then you bring the towel up. When you wrap it over her hip and move upwards along her torso, Dani presses herself to you.

"You really know how to put someone at ease," she mutters.

You nod silently in return, and finish drying her shoulders, down her arms, back up, and down her back. You remain stoic as the heat between you builds, and she turns around without prompting. You wrap her again and bring the towel all the way down. Then over her rear. Soft, short circular motions with your palm.

"The table in the next room, Dani. Start by lying on your front, you can use the towel on the table to cover yourself. Once I see you settled in, I'll join you."

She laughs quietly and starts her slow walk to the door. You take your own towel, drying your legs, the water has soaked into the front of your shorts from where she leant against you.

She's on the bed. The towel, provided for her decency, is in a pile on the floor.

"Dani, the towel..."

"I'm fine, I want it off. I want everything off. Is that a problem for you?" There's this undeniably confident quality to her like the universe just has to be as it is because she likes it that way.

"Not a problem," you tell her. "It does tend to get in the way."

You're close to the bed now, looking down at her, still so perfectly nude. So vulnerable and relaxed, and not a drop of shame in her eyes. She gives you a look that says she's in charge, and that she's been waiting for this, and now it's finally going to happen. And that smile is impossible to refuse. "You could join me if it helps. Make it feel more like an equal partnership."

"Miss— I—"

"I'm joking," she winks. Danielle bunches her hair by her head and turns her head to the side as she rests.

The first of your oils, imported, rich and infused, drip with a consistency thick as honey over her. You watch it roll from the top of her back and run down her spine. Its warmth makes her twitch gently.

Slowly you reach out, press your hands into her skin and drag them from top to bottom, following the oil, making sure you cover her.

She hums in delight.

With great care, you begin your work. Fingers sink in, and your thumbs feel her muscles. Stroking and rubbing, from the top of her back, your fingers coax and prod at the flesh beneath. Pressing it back and forth, at times as gentle as a summer breeze and then as hard as a hammer.

There are knots in her back, beneath the tender surface. You find them easily and work at them to relax, coax them into submission, untying the muscles until they go soft. She gasps at your touch as you release them. Her body responds to you in the sweetest ways. With the smallest of whispers, the little fluttering breaths, and with her skin taking on a pink glow.

When the last knot goes soft, she writhes in response, and a content, relaxed murmur comes out of her.

"Oh god, that's it, don't stop," she says, the first words to come from her for a while.

"You were very tight." You reach across, add a small amount of more oil and start working back upwards. One stroke at a time. Up her neck. Over her shoulders. She trembles when you go deep into her flesh and reaches out to grasp at something, anything, and finds the edge of the table, holding herself steady. Her arms now, you lift them one by one, prying them from her grip and then holding and rubbing and pulling to coax the stiffness out.

Oil over her legs, next. Slowly you run your hands over the outside and inside and rub them into her skin, kneading it into her. Danielle keeps her mouth firmly shut the whole time. No jokes. Nothing funny. You lean down to her, focusing on her thigh that refuses to let go. Bending down, you push into her. As you feel her tension drain, you are rewarded with another quiet hiss.

You place the oil upon her feet and work it into her soles with a finger, an instant trigger, she cackles as her foot recoils at your touch. "Sorry, that's a bit ticklish," she tells you, apologetically.

Her feet go still and she inhales deeply as you set back to your task, much to the quiet amusement of Danielle. It's the slowest you have ever worked on a client, with long, dragging strokes to make sure she really enjoys it. Each is careful, so careful, to pull and tease. "Keep working it all the way up, all the way up my legs," she orders, quietly. "Nice and slow. Can you do that?"

You agree.

You hear Danielle sigh as you move your hands slowly up her calf. So soft and firm at the same time as she breathes so gently. A trace of laughter, an easy smile. You work her in the same manner, up her thigh, as slow and relaxing as before, massaging deep and heavy. Danielle begins to roll her hips as you grip the flesh at the top of her thighs and dig in.

"Higher, please, just for me." Danielle makes a little hum to accompany the instruction. You obey, knowing where this is leading. You take the oil, and let it pour lightly onto the peak of her cheek, it threatens to roll away so you capture it in your palm, a firm squeeze of her rear, a spread of oily warmth. She shivers and pushes up her hips in silent encouragement.

Your hands trail along, smooth and oily, each touch brings more shivers. Her legs part slightly, a slow squirm of her hips. Your fingers glide on her tight, round cheeks; running across, back and forth as she breathes deep. You press deeper with each sweep and listen as her gasps become a little louder, and her body moves a little more. She bends her arm, reaching back, as you watch it shake. Her nails claw onto the side of the bed.

The more you tease her with your touch, the harder she grips and the more she parts her legs. You've known the perfection of her body, just by seeing it, but this feeling confirms it.

Your hand wanders with long, oily strokes as you glide up her back, tracing the curves of her slim back up, all the way to her neck. There, you hold her as you lean in. "You can turn over now. Let's work out your front," you say, and Dani nods in agreement.

She smiles, though she remains silent, slowly, with such care, turning onto her side, then twisting to face you, her face flush, eyes drowsy, her mouth agape. She rests upon her back, arms by her sides, legs flat against the bed, open, as you gaze into her eyes.

You apply the oil with long slow strokes down her stomach, feeling her as she flinches, watching the dimples at her waist appear then vanish with her body's twists, with every flexing of her muscles. When you trace up, her flat, beautiful chest, and slowly slide a finger beneath her small pert breast, Dani takes a deep, quick, raspy breath, then says, "They didn't lie when the reviews said you have the best hands in the world."

Your oil-covered thumbs graze upon her nipple, soft at first, gentle in pressure, but this becomes firmer, building and rising, faster. Round and round it swirls, and this delight sends Danielle's breath to hitches and sharp, shallow pants. As she squirms in delight, her legs twist, rubbing and clenching. Her teeth bite down on her lips. The flesh of her body glistens.

One hand reaches, down a thigh then back up, across her stomach and down the other. Repeated in pattern as the other thumb never ceases on her pert nipple. Dani's eyes go blank as your touch continues, circling, teasing, stroking and grabbing. Her body responds and you are delighted to witness every tremor and gasp as it arches. And finally, for the first time, a full-blooded moan rings free.

Your hand goes lower. Deeper into the pit of her thigh as she spreads her legs wide. You seek out the inevitable and when you reach her crotch, you watch her tense up. And when the touch slides between her pussy's folds, and against her clit, there's an immediate reaction, her body jumping as you make the slightest flick of motion with your middle finger. You lift and let a trail of oil roll down her slit and back down to her rear.

"I wasn't really joking before," she gasps. "You should be naked. It would make this whole experience better." Dani tilts her head, fixes her drowsy gaze onto you, and holds the stare for what feels like a hundred heartbeats. "Don't you think that's fair? The way things are going?"

You hold the eye contact and consider this, a sudden lump in your throat making any immediate reply a struggle. Her eyes don't move from yours. Even her chest barely heaves with her short, fast panting.

"Go on, I want you naked. I'm going to feel so, so empty otherwise..."

That's all it takes.

How could you deny her?

Your hands, still covered in the hot oil, reach for the buttons at your collar. You slip them in order from the top and release one after another. Danielle's lips twitch, and her teeth rake them to a shine. Your clothing drops to the floor. Bared. It feels so wrong, and unprofessional, yet Dani looks on and gapes with a hungry, dark delight.

"Nervous now?" Her eyebrow twitches up.

"Never," you bluff.

Danielle's mouth stays open wide, and her breaths get caught and flicker as your touch returns to the same spot as before. Gentle, light touches flutter with your fingertips, drawing the tips of your fingers back and forth, back and forth, over her clit. You watch as her eyes widen, how her legs straighten out and she starts to kick her feet with the faintest hint of frustration as you tease.

"I paid for a deep massage." She emphasises the adjective, dragging the syllable out like a whine. "This teasing is bad for my heart," she whispers.

Her arm rises, then reaches for your chest and trails its way downward. The pressure of her finger, nails lightly scratching at your skin, trailing down to the waistline and then she wraps her slender fingers around you. It's hard. Incredibly so.

"And I'll show you how generous I can be with a tip."

She licks her lips slowly and sensually as her eyes meet yours with a mischievous gleam.

You grunt, pressing down with your fingertip, and then without a second thought, push it inside of her. Danielle throws her head back in silent bliss.

"Holy shit," she mumbles in a muffled, muted moan. "Don't hold back." You circle inside her slowly with one finger, letting the oil's moisture guide you. Then, adding a second digit, you delve back into her, pushing in deep and making sure she can feel it all the way inside as the palm of your hand pushes against her crotch.

Dani rolls her head to one side as you work, staring you right in the eyes and biting down on her lip as she throbs and you press down inside of her, moving in all sorts of subtle directions that are impossible for her to guess. With that, she moans again and there's a little grunt from deep within her. Her fist twists around you and she gets bolder with her touch.

You build it into some sort of rhythm and she moves, each time, reacting so well with your own thrusts. When she's relaxed enough for it, you introduce another finger.

"I— You can— Go a little bit faster," she pleas. Stretched wider, Dani starts to grow even more restless. This time, instead of small, languid strokes, your whole hand works, fingers rubbing and swirling, thumb finding her clit to massage it with purpose, building, always building, until she is shuddering under you, every single time, tensing and twitching with every change in direction.

"Come on—more," she pleads, bucking up against your hand, so slick with arousal.

She's barely jerking your cock, not even intentionally, just the jolts through her body causing the occasional twist of her grip or slide of her palm. You let it just rest in the loose curl of her grip and focus on doing what she commands, twisting your hand, gripping and stroking, tugging in circles and holding inside. The quivering gets worse and worse. And her breath grows heavier.

You keep working her relentlessly, as she squeals a drawn-out curse. Dani nearly loses control. She grips you hard, tightens her fist around you in spasm, a pained wince on her face, as she curls her toes so hard.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." It's the only thing she says, no jokes, no banter, as her eyes roll back, mouth agape as if the wind's been knocked from her, and a final, body-length spasm overtakes her. Her whole body. Back arched off the table, eyes pinched shut. It lasts for the longest time, almost impossible to sustain, you watch with an odd mix of terror and wonder. Her hair is a mess. Her naked, stretched-out limbs, glisten in the warm light.

It takes her a good half minute to fall back down, her lungs now sucking in the air as if there were none at all. One leg quivers. Her breaths slow, her eyes open again and you're holding her stare, her cheeks a faint scarlet, strands of hair plastered across her forehead.

More oil. More rubbing. From tension to relaxation again. Slowly she softens and you turn her whole body limp beneath your hands. All while you barely manage to hold yourself back from ravishing her. She keeps her eyes fixed upon you, so you force a smile, ignoring the ache clenched in her fist. You could kiss those lips, right now. Taste them. How soft and smooth would she feel pressed against you? What noises would come out of her?

You'd be forgiven for letting your imagination run wild with desire, but not forgiven for taking this service in any direction that Danielle didn't command.

She watches your thoughts as they float by, and seems to be considering the same. Then she smirks, and just with a look, reassures you that it's going to happen, and it's going to happen just exactly the way she wants it.

You're working your slick hands over her midriff, and have been for a minute or two, waiting for instruction. You work slightly up her body, perilously close to taking some initiative, but then she speaks, "That was... unexpected."

"Was it? Seemed to be your plan all along."

"Planned to tease. Planned to be touched. But did not expect it to be that good." She shakes her head softly, her cheek touching her shoulder as she stares with a fuzzy, dreamy look that is impossible to decipher. She has a cute, beautiful way of pouting her lips that's fascinating, you're struck still, hypnotised by the sight and the motion. "A few more would be perfect."

"You have me booked for another hour, and the client gets what the client wants."

Dani laughs. A light, melodious chime. "I know what I want," she tells you, gently rocking her palm over your cock. "I'm incredibly hard to fully satisfy, you better get to work."

Dani releases you from her grasp, and turns back over to her front, stretching out once more and looking back at you over her shoulder, holding a stare as she parts her legs. This stare could kill a man if his heart were too weak, and though your heartbeat quickens, your mind focuses on your purpose.

Your hands glide over her oil-coated thighs, wet and glistening. Dani rests her head back down and you are unable to stop your gaze from wandering along her spine, the gentle dimple above her ass, the two tight round cheeks below and the line bisecting between them. Up over her ass, you caress, then you slip and stroke in the valley, this, she clearly enjoys, judging from how her butt rises to greet your touch, her hips rolling once more.

Lower now. Lower and lower, until once again, your finger meets her lower lips and she hisses an inwards breath and tenses. Her body is so reactive to every touch. It makes this so easy, so rewarding, so deeply arousing. You are confident you can build her up, high, and crash her down in waves, for hours, until the sun breaks.

Two fingers again, to begin, that same twist and swirl to coax her towards delirium. Her quiet huffs and suppressed moans fill the air. With a heavy push, you dive in deeper, to watch as her whole body, muscle by muscle, starts to become lost in the sensation. And when you curl your fingers down and grind the heel of your hand over her clit, Dani absolutely loses it. She bites the sheets, body tight, hands trying to grab the far edge of the bed to give something to hold onto.

Her feet kick uselessly and a series of incomprehensible phrases fill her breath and break apart on the way out of her. Though you don't quite understand them, you grasp the meaning. This is what she wants you to do right now, to see how high you can bring her.

Her whole body starts trembling again. Tingling, quivering, shivering. It's one constant shake and her moans are louder, and longer. She struggles to breathe out a scream. Sweat begins to mix in the oil, and she lets out another unintelligible mess of words as you pull away. Dani collapses back into a quivering heap, gasping for air and stretching her hands out as if reaching out to the void, reaching out, grasping for something in the dark.

She lies there, spent, breathing deep. Her entire body is hot and burning as her muscles relax. Each breath is a moan, and her thighs clamp tightly together as if the feeling of nothing after being so worked up is torturous to endure.

Your fingers are soaked in her creamy fluids, it drips down onto the bed below. Yet somehow, this isn't over. No. There's a single goal, right in the back of your mind, that's never stopped clawing. If only you could taste her. Sink your face between her firm ass cheeks and tease her with your tongue and suck and devour her, the entirety of her.

Maybe you could ask. Or maybe you could just start kissing her lower back, your nose rubbing against her tailbone, working to the left, towards her hip and tease, trailing your lips ever lower to a spot just over the peak of her butt, until she wants your tongue to dive right in.

The thought is interrupted by her blessing, "Again. Another. However you want," her words stumble upon each other, a raspy, spent quality to her. "Whatever you want."

You kneel at the very end of the bed, lean over and take her hips and you lift them up with an abrupt strength that earns her immediate interest, judging by her sudden gasp. You put her on her knees, ass in the air. Beneath it, her lips shine and spread. You're going to drown in her. You lean over, planting kisses along her body until they land right where your fingers had been, right along her soaked pussy.

The taste is so sweet. Dani whimpers as her body twitches. Your lips part her, and your tongue stretches and laps her up with an unshakeable excitement. Dani tastes amazing, like every inch of her, hot and rich and so unbelievably delicate. She is desire—concentrated and distilled into the female form. Your mouth descends, kissing every tiny spot you can reach, your lips closing, sucking the sticky warmth into your mouth. You might spend the rest of eternity here, savouring her juices.

Each rough lick gives Dani a small burst of pleasure. This is perhaps not the most elegant approach, but you wouldn't dream of stopping and so you continue, over and over, eager to return Dani to her previous, tranced bliss. So wet and sweet and smooth as velvet, your tongue flattens over her clit.

Dani cums twice like this. Ass in the air, your face in her cunt, two more delicious releases and you lap up both. They come accompanied by Dani's musical screams and moans and swearing and mumbles and complete incoherence. Every part of her body tenses. Every movement becomes forced, with less control, until every part of her, quivering and shaking, is taken by a rapture. Her throat chokes off her moans and breathy whimpers, and then she becomes lost for a time, struggling to remember to breathe, caught up in the overwhelming, and unstoppable waves.

"Enough, enough," Dani chokes out, and so you stand back, watching as she twists back into a flat position on her back again, her hips shaking with the effort. She trembles for a while longer before lying perfectly still on the table. As you gaze at her, she still appears ethereal, unattainable. She gazes up at you with lidded eyes and the drowsy content smile that rests upon her lips—she is a goddess. Even after all those body-racking orgasms, she settles into that same elegant grace that makes you question what makes her mortal.

Dani raises a hand and curls a beckoning finger, "Come here."

And you come to her, to her smile that draws you in, a moth to a flame and the moth will burn, not the flame, it will never tire, it will consume anything. She takes you in her hand, hard and throbbing under her delicate touch, and yet so helpless against it. With a pull, Dani draws you in—to consume.

She parts those pretty, pink, curled lips and then looks up into your eyes and sighs as her warm breath runs across your length. Danielle curls her tongue to the underside of your head and engulfs it. She doesn't raise her head from where it rests, instead making you clamber up to her, so you put a knee on the wooden frame and a hand next to her shoulder. The heat grows, and Dani is swirling her tongue over your tip, making you twitch and throb in her grasp, a slave to her touch.

You're pushing forward, leaning over her, as her mouth opens wide and lets you in, then, all at once, tightens. Her tongue and lips stretch around your thickness and then enclose you, sealing tight. She makes a point of looking you in the eye, holding your stare, a curl at the corner of her mouth that only further sets a tremble to your loins. She pulls, slow, agonising and without hurry, her mouth holds tight and sucks back.

You pull out of her, an inch, and she stays clamped tight and as she draws away, she uses the time to slowly slide her tongue along and around your crown and against the sensitive underside. Once Danielle has pulled right off with a wet smack, the warmth of her breath covers your cock once more. She flicks her tongue against your tip, first as a long, sweeping, lingering brush, then a rapid flick that teases.

"Dani, fuck," you groan.

"That's the idea," she whispers, right against you, her warm, panting breath driving you crazy, her own burning desire barely contained. "Get down there and do me. Right now."

Then, in one fluid movement, her hands find her legs. She grips behind her knees and pulls her thighs up and back. She spreads her legs wide, with her feet in the air.

"Fuck me. I mean it," she states firmly, fixing you with that stern gaze. Her words send a flaming arrow directly to light the most basic of your instincts.

She has presented everything to you and wants to give even more. You can think of nothing else but ploughing her into the table until your vision fades to white. It takes only seconds and you find yourself over her, between those slim legs. You put a hand on each thigh and spread her.

Cock bearing down on her leaking cunt, you lower your body until she has all of your weight on top of her. Her hips squirm under your pressure, and she drags your arm tighter around herself until she finds exactly what she's been looking for. A rub between her folds as your length slips against her, up and down.

"Mmm, yes," she giggles, "put it in, all of it."

In an almost unconscious action, you place the head of your cock against her opening. Her wetness provides no friction, and Dani uses her nails to scratch your back impatiently. Slowly you flex forward. Every inch. So warm, so fucking hot. Tighter than anything.

"Oh, yes," is all Dani has to say as her breath cuts short. You feel the intense squeeze, you have no doubt this is a step beyond the pleasure your fingers gave her, and her entire body tightens, and she pulls you in, deep and full. Her eyes grow wide and her fingers dig into you as you draw back and drive in once more.

Another moan, her pitch gets deeper, this one drawn out from her very core. You hear it right in her chest, from the depth of her lungs, before it squeals free, right into your ear. "Worth every penny." Her words are thick and drawled, hard to make out, she can't seem to decide whether she wants to open her mouth or close it and keep it shut.

She wraps her arms tight around your neck and pulls you in deeper, you push her legs higher, folding her body up and it only makes things tighter, a thrill she clearly relishes.

You roll forward, holding her close to you, giving you a better purchase with her feet held up so high. Dani groans as you bite and suck at the soft skin along her neck. Your thrusts are still slow, so damnably slow. You push, and fill, and wait. Over and over, it's a cruel torment to both of you.

"Ah, come on. Give it to me, hard," Dani says, raking nails on your neck. She turns her head. Finds your mouth. Seals her lips against yours. Teeth nibble and then her tongue penetrates your mouth. Her hips start to rise and drop. Her sex grabs at you, pleading to pound her.

So you let go of your iron self-restraint and fuck her. Fuck her good.

Your tempo grows more powerful. Her walls squeeze and pull and writhe with a desperate need. It's tight, so, so tight, the way she envelops you, the slick warmth around you. Each stroke sends a shudder through her. Another ripple follows and with it, her high, pitchy wails. Dani's never been so loud, so demanding that her pleasure be delivered.

Number five is close, you can feel her body going rigid, the quivering, twitching, curling of her toes, the growing tension, you go faster, a force building within, trying to rush her to the inevitable. Dani screams, moaning incoherently, her eyes screw tight as you throw yourself into her with such ferocity, like an animal, with no regard for pace, or rhythm. Pure, unrelenting pleasure.

She grips so hard on your shoulder, and then her other hand goes back, over her head, gripping the edge of the table in white-knuckled desperation. "I'm... cumming," Dani spits through a clenched jaw, unable to even form her tongue around the word.

Her orgasm feels more powerful this time, so much more; it flows through her and you can't help but stare. Watching the way the pink blossom blooms on her face and how the rest of her pales. One orgasm into another, you think, it's difficult to discern. You're in no rush. No race. Instead, you delight in the absolute loss of control you see in Danielle's face and you feed off it.

Her mouth forms a soundless scream and she reaches up and sinks her nails into your chest and drags them across, not breaking the skin, but hard enough to leave marks. It feels amazing. All the more so watching Danielle break herself, willingly.

"Holy shit..." Danielle pants then sucks air into her empty lungs.

Her little, flexible body, pinned beneath yours, seems incapable of even the tiniest motion, save the trembles.

Through gritted teeth, she says, "I want— I want a facial. My face. Cum."

This is the single sexiest thing she could have possibly said at that moment. For all the time you've spent watching that pretty doll-like face contort in a hundred different ways, you want nothing more than to see it coated with your lust. To paint every last bit of that sweetness on her lips, on her cheeks—everywhere. To witness that brief moment, after climax where she is confused and awash with bliss and trying to remember how to breathe, and it's interrupted by a load of your cum. You want it.

You round the table, standing over her head, lowering down and watching her eyes spark with anticipation. Danielle knows how bad you want it, how close it is, and you watch, enraptured by the way she tilts her head up and licks her lips. Her little, eager tongue.

Dani wraps her fingers around you and strokes and pumps fast, pulling, urging you to completion, teasing you to spill over her, onto those pretty, dainty features. Your skin feels alive, like static and pinpricks and pure lightning, like your nerves have come to the surface. Pent-up energy coils low, threatening to snap. You cannot resist her anymore.

It all unfurls in a glorious, explosive instant. Blinding. A shiver climbs up your spine, spreading to every limb in one long spasm. A long, raw growl in your throat as you shoot thick and hard, some on her face, and some overshooting onto her chest. Dani gasps a cute little "Oh" and then starts to giggle as the second rope lands right over her perfect little features. And then another, this time across the bridge of her nose and her cheek and down her lips. Her tongue collects whatever it can.

Dani's small hand keeps a hard grip and keeps coaxing, even as you feel like you have nothing to give, with it all painting her face, still, she jerks up and down, until you are empty, trembling and drained. Still, she goes, forcing you through painful shivers, laughing the whole time until the pain becomes too much, and your hands take hers and pull.

You prop yourself against the table, looking down at the mess you made. Dani's happily laughing to herself, licking up what she can. "You'll need to clean me again now, won't you? Sponge away all your dirty filth," she giggles.

Her giggle is intoxicating. Loving. It warms you right through. You wish you could bottle up her laughter.

"Need a minute," you grunt, and there's so much pride on her cum-strewn face.

"Aw, need time for recovery?" Dani quips. "I'll just lay here, all messy and defiled. Waiting to be tended to. Enjoy the sight of me, of your filthy cum all over my sweet, innocent face, until you get the strength to lift me. Really, don't rush, I love this feeling."

[bunnyrafe]

i need to smoke with stoner!rafe oh my god 😭😭😭 both of us high and horny that’s the dream

here’s the deal— i genuinely blacked out while writing this so apologies if it's all over the place. anyway, stoner!rafe is a bit of a fuckboy and also so mean sometimes… so basically just regular rafe but make him a burnout !!! toodles xoxo

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. stoner!rafe AU. f!reader, a touch of crybaby!reader, drug use, male masturbation, mentions of f. receiving oral / fingering, cum eating.

it always starts the same— rafe calls and practically begs you to come over no matter what you may be up to, and then he's rolling up a blunt within twenty minutes of you being at his place.

you'd be stupid to turn down a free smoke session, but you know what he's doing. you know his game, and you've been playing along with him for quite some time now. you wonder how many girls are on his roster. how many of them probably stay the night and go to sleep tucked in his arms and adorned in one of his hoodies just like you do...

"you're doin' that thing again," rafe grumbles before pulling a hit from the blunt, inhaling with a sharp sound and watching you pluck it from between his deft fingers.

your feet are resting in his lap while his large hand rubs up and down your legs, clearly savoring the feeling of your smooth skin against his palm. with each leisurely pass, his hand gets higher and higher up your plush thighs. his fingers could creep right into your shorts, and you wish he would just go for it because your cunt has been throbbing in your panties from the moment you saw him close the seam of the blunt with his tongue.

"doing what?" you ask rather dumbly as you come to your senses.

you barely recognize your own voice and you can’t help but wonder where the fuck rafe even managed to get weed this good.

"getting lost in your head—" he snorts, "is it the weed? can't keep up with me anymore?"

you roll your eyes, exhaling your last hit. seconds before your lips part to speak once again, “shut the fuck up.”

rafe grabs your face. the tips of his fingers dig into the pudge of your cheeks, almost making you whimper in pain but it's quickly numbed out thanks to the drugs in your system. his eyes flicker to your jutted lips, shaking your face that's in his grip— “you should watch that pretty mouth of yours…”

"or what?" you blubber out.

your famous last words.

you can barely remember how rafe managed to get you on your knees. your whole body is buzzing. from your lips to the soles of your feet, all while your knees ache as they press into the floor. you blink slow, watching rafe get his heavy cock out.

he squeezes his fist around his length and the tip nearly drools pre-cum all over his hoodie before he strokes himself slowly. the way your eyes follow the movement is nothing short of pathetic. along with the saliva that pools in your mouth— so eager to get another taste of him after so long.

“‘m not even sure if you deserve to have your throat fucked,” rafe huffs out. his voice has a rasp to it, the kind that sets off a fever in your already melting brain, “seems like more of a reward for nasty girls like you, hm?”

at that, you smush your face against his thigh, putting on your best pout. you don’t have to try very hard— “please, rafey…”

“nah— you’re gonna watch me get m’self off, and maybe if you’re good you’ll get somethin’ from me.”

you’re crushed. your eyes well up with tears, your tiny voice gets caught up in your throat, and you sniffle so loudly that rafe laughs down at you— he continues on, jerking himself off in the process. a groan crawls up his throat between his words, making your heart beat faster in both your chest and your cunt as he drawls on between puffy breaths. his heavy-lidded eyes trail down your trembling form, watching your thighs squeeze together, “bet that lil’ pussy’s so needy, too… coulda ate you out for hours if you jus’ watched your mouth.”

in the back of your mind you know he’ll take care of you later.

he’ll probably put on one of your favorite movies and finger you until you’re squealing and creaming in his lap as an apology for being so mean, but you can’t say that you’re hating it.

especially when he’s panting and whining about how he’s gonna cum a few moments later, right over your heated face. he’s so wound up just from watching you be needy for him, watching you cry and whine over not having his cock brutalizing your throat. and when he commands you to open your mouth so he can shoot his load on the soft, pink pad of your tongue you don’t hesitate for a single second, proving that you can be good for him…

“that’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he practically snarls the words out, milking every last drop out of his cock with a firm grip and sloppy strokes.

you mewl happily, reveling in both the praise and the taste of him.

yeah— you can’t be too upset.

[mouwrites]

Hi can I request male reader X the ninja (not nya sorry) headcanons jsut the reader being protective of his boyfriend

Please and thank you 💖💖

Sure thing, friend! :D

Ninjago - Ninjas When You're Being Protective

Kai

You guys were out on a date at a noodle parlor, just minding your business

You stepped away for a moment to refill your drink, and Kai managed to get himself in an argument with another customer while you were gone

To be fair, the other guy initiated it

He recognized the famous ninja and decided to be a degenerate

He was talking down to Kai pretty harshly, and Kai was struggling to defend his honor

It was getting more and more difficult to come up with comebacks as his anger rose and his pride deflated

You just about dropped your drink when you came back to see the two going at it

You stepped in immediately, barely stopping to think

"This your boyfriend? Way out of your league, fire boy-"

"Sorry, do we know you? I think I'd remember a stench like that—yeesh, by the way—but it'd be impolite not to at least ask."

Both Kai and his assailant's jaws dropped open

The guy turned bright red with anger, trying to stutter out a response before giving up with a frustrated grunt and storming off

You watched him leave, scowling bitterly

When he was finally gone, you turned to Kai to check on him

You expected him to be upset, but he was smiling

"Are you okay, Kai?"

"Am I okay? Are you kidding? That was awesome! Did you see his face?"

You blushed a little, joining in his hysterical laughter

Kai wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in to kiss your cheek, telling you how lucky he felt to have someone like you on his side

Jay

Jay had just finished fixing up a vintage motorcycle, a project he'd been working on for a long time

You didn't really trust the janky contraption; no matter how much Jay insisted that it was safe, you swore it looked like it was about to collapse

But you hated to stomp on his sandcastle, so you just watched while he poured gas into the tank for a test drive

Tapping your foot nervously, you decided that you couldn't just stand there

You wandered around the garage, gathering protective gear

You had a helmet, some shin guards, elbow pads, and a biking jacket when you approached Jay

He glanced at you once, then did a double-take when he saw what was in your arms

"Y/n, I am not wearing all that."

"And I am not letting you ride that timebomb without any protection."

Seeing that firm look in your eyes (which he not-so-secretly loved), Jay knew there was no winning

Though he'd never admit it, he actually liked when you were stern, even when it was directed at him

He sighed, letting you put the gear on him

You felt a lot better, but you still insisted on following behind on your own motorbike

As it turned out, you were right; you got about 100 feet out of the garage before the old bike's tire went flying, sending Jay straight to the asphalt

You ran to Jay's side, letting your own bike fall in your haste

He just smiled awkwardly up at you

"Uh... oops? Good thing you made me wear the gear, haha..."

You laughed, kissing the top of his head; you were just glad he was safe

And he was glad that you, like always, were looking out for him :)

Cole

This was way back when Cole still had a rough relationship with his dad

You managed to convince him to let you meet his father, though you could tell that he wasn't exactly excited

But you made sure to let him know how much you appreciated it

At first, you didn't see the problem

His dad seemed totally cordial and pleasant, if not a little rigid

The issue presented itself pretty quickly, however

You were sitting on the couch, catching up and getting to know each other

Cole was being weirdly cagey about his own life, so his father took the lead in the conversation

"You know, Cole used to be a really good dancer. Of course, there was a lot of room for improvement, haha! Oh, you should've seen his tumbling skills... the boy could hardly land a cartwheel."

You didn't like the way he was looking at Cole when he said it; you knew you had to do something, but you still wanted to respect Cole's privacy

"You don't know what you're talking about. Cole does flips, backflips, twists, turns—you should see him now."

Cole blinked at you, as did his father

The latter tried to laugh it off awkwardly, making some vague comment about Cole's continuance in dancing school

But, quite frankly, you'd seen enough

You ended the visit as politely as you could

Cole was still staring at you as you walked away

"What? I didn't like how he was talking about you, so I retaliated. Was that so wrong?"

Cole just smiled, draping an arm around you with a satisfied sigh

"No, it was actually kind of funny. And brave. I'm glad you said it."

He was more than glad; no way he would've stood up for himself in front of his father, so he was grateful that you were there

Zane

You guys were on a mission in an extremely remote town

The place barely had street lamps; needless to say, it was far from technologically advanced

You made a pit-stop for snacks at a run down little convenience store

You walked in first, looking ahead at the handful of aisles filled with dusty (probably expired) snacks you didn't recognize

You almost didn't notice the man at the counter by the door, but he spoke up rather loudly

He pointed to Zane, who was following close behind you

He said something about not serving "his kind"

That almost did it for you, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt

"What do you mean 'his kind'?"

"Robots, buddy. Beep-boops. You know, the things with no souls that take over every town and household they come into? Not. Welcome. Here."

You turned to face him, your expression hardening

Zane tried to stop you, insisting that he could just wait outside

"They're smart, I'll give 'em that. Say, while you're at it, why don't you go back to whatever evil over-industrialized decrepit city you came from!"

"Okay, that's it. I'm not going to stand here and let you insult a person who's got ten times more intellect and twenty times more soul than you'll ever have. Come on, Zane, our business is clearly not wanted here."

You held up the cash for him to see as you left, and the man behind the counter opened his mouth to try and get you to stay

Zane let you cool off a little, following silently while you stormed down the street

When you finally calmed down enough to ask if he was okay, he told you that he was just proud that you handled the situation civilly

He doesn't like violence, so he particularly admired your gentleness (he knew you could've been a lot meaner, and he's glad you weren't)

And that, though he hadn't really been offended, he found it endearing that you stood up for him

He squeezed your hand affectionately as you both continued down the dusty sidewalk

Lloyd

It was almost impossible to go anywhere with Lloyd without being stopped by a fan

You'd grown used to it; if anything, you were happy that so many people appreciated Lloyd

So you'd stand on the sidelines, smiling patiently while they got a photo and an autograph

But every now and again you'd get stopped by someone who wasn't a fan

You were just out for a walk when one such person stopped you

Actually, it was a group of men, hatred twinkling in their eyes

They came so close that the one at the front was just about nose-to-nose with Lloyd

"You think you're all that, huh? Just because you've got some fancy powers and you've 'saved the city,' you think you're so much better than everyone else?"

"Uh... no?"

"Tch, sure, play dumb. I miss the days when the police would take care of us. You didn't see us parading cops down the street and selling action figures of them! That's because they were humble!"

The men behind him were nodding aggressively, shouting their agreement and praise for cops

Your face twitched distastefully, and you wedged yourself between the front man and Lloyd

"I'd speak a little more respectfully to the guy who saved you from the literal personification of evil. Multiple times, mind you."

The guy's eyes narrowed; he clearly hadn't expected any pushback

He scoffed, making sure to step on your toe as he turned to storm off

Lloyd grabbed your shoulder groundingly, giving you a look that begged you to let them go

He thanked you for your support though, sliding his hand down your arm to hold your hand

He never really knew how to deal with haters, so he truly did appreciate you stepping in

(and he's lowkey hoping you will in the future too...)

Aaa I hope this was okay!! Thank you so much for this request, I had fun writing it! And thanks for reading, take care cuddle bears <33

(divider by saradika)

[redbleedingrose]

Bat Boys x Reader Part 2

uhhh, just for you @augustinerose

18+ but its fluff and unedited and not very good 

but Rhysand x reader x Cassian x Azriel 

and a possible part 3.......

It isn’t the rays of light from the morning sunrise that barely peak in through the sheer curtains that flutter into the bedroom by the push of the remnants of the night breeze that wake me, but the low creek in the door that is pulled open. Standing in the doorway, Rhysand leans into the wooden siding, violet eyes sweeping over the tangled mess of his three mates' naked bodies. The poor male had been kept away from our… activities due to trouble down the southern border related to the uprising in Autumn Court, working with Eris to overthrow the very last supporters of Beron, who had died due to “unknown” causes. Rumors in the Autumn Court pointed towards the devastating plague of faes or a tragic accident. No one knew, really, that it was by order of Rhys that Azriel had worked with Eris to ambush Beron during one of his famous solo hunting trips to end his long, tyrannic life.  My sleep-addled eyes ran over his form, he looked tired, exhausted even, but content. His usually perfect midnight hair was tousled, no doubt from his hands running through it all night, violet eyes glinting with starlight with a couple of dark circles standing out against his tan skin. He was beautiful. 

Finally, his eyes caught mine, a tired smile pulled at his face. His tattooed hands were hidden deep in his pockets when he left his position against the doorframe, strolling over to the bed in a slow, unhurried pace, feet padding against the marble floors that were probably freezing from the night before, “Good morning Darling,” a gentle voice rasped in my mind, allowing for Az and Cass to continue to sleep in, the later softly snoring into my hair. It was rare they chose to, opting to get their early morning training in despite my pleading to keep me warm. Azriel’s shadows swirled around us, curling around Rhysand trousers up his firm trunk and corded shoulders, urging the male towards the tangled cocoon we had formed late last night after Cassian took my cunt, spilling into me with a warm flood at the same time the spymaster rooted his hand around my throat, feeling me swallow his climax as he used my throat. 

I hummed back, too tired to respond verbally, eyes fluttering shut when he finally reached the bed. Azriel's eyes shot open at the sudden rustling of the bed sheets, Cass continuing to snore in a deep sleep, visibly relaxing when he saw that it was his missing mate finally joining us. He raised his arm, wing spreading out so Rhys could snuggle into the side of his chest that wasn’t occupied by me, wrapping his arm around the high lords shoulder, stroking his marred skin up and down the heavily tattooed arm, pulling him closer to us and sighing when Rhys brought his hand up to my hand that had been resting on Az’s chest, interlocking digits together while his violet eyes glimmered with the obvious display of love. Eventually, Cassian, still fast asleep, had brought his wing up, covering all four of us beneath the warm leather, lulling the two most stressed males in the night court into a sleepy daze at the very beginning of the day. It didn’t take Az as long as it took Rhys, who fought a valiant battle to stay awake, but eventually, both of their breathing slowed into a beautiful rhythm that matched between all four mates, limbs entangling even further before their eyes fluttered shut, hiding away the deepest amethysts and burning embers that I so loved till we would wake.

[2h3llandb4ck]

Good morning Tri State Area! I took on Carmilla Carmine’s design for today

Since they didn’t really give us a backstory to her, here’s my take on Carmilla’s lore.

Carmilla (or in her life, Camilla) was a famous ballerina in the 2010s. She was a skilled dancer who crushed on Alessia, one of the dancers she worked alongside with. Camilla got extremely fond of Alessia, desiring to have her and willing to take down anyone who got in the way of their bond. Unfortunately, a backup male dancer named Timothy got caught in the crossfire and proposed to Alessia. Camilla’s heart broke, and she couldn’t let that slide. The three were in a production of the show Swan Lake, and Camilla killed Timothy in a blind rage after he got off stage. Alessia got a bit sick and couldn’t go on for the Black Swan section of the show. Without a moment to lose, Camilla hid the knives she used to take Timothy’s life with in her shoes, and she knocked the performance of the Black Swan out of the park.

One could even say she killed it.

As soon as she finished her dance, a floorboard in the stage broke, and Camilla fell through. The knives dug into her feet, and some equipment fell onto her arms. She tried to lift them off with her bare hands, but grew weak and died.

She later reincarnated into Hell for her sins (lust, envy, wrath, and pride), and turned into a ballerina doll that would always wear her Black Swan dress. The knives that dug into her feet became her new pointe shoes, and her hands grew larger to give her more strength.

She later worked her way to the top, becoming an Overlord that would sell extremely valuable weapons on the black market for assassins, outlaws, mob families, etc. She would send out her top subordinates into the brimstone mines of Hell to find extremely valuable materials for the weaponry. And if they were especially careful during an extermination, Carmilla would grab a weapon from an Exorcist and use the steel for more expensive weapons.

And that’s all! I took inspiration from her ballerina aesthetic and tried to incorporate it more into the design. I really didn’t like the top half of her body in the original design 😭

That’s all for now, here’s some bonus doodles of me trying to figure out Velvette’s redesign (I took some inspiration from one of my wrestling show friends!)

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Hello my dear friend, I cordially come to ask for an Ask. As you can imagine from my requests I'm not a big fan of the famous Yae Miko, so I wanted a M!Reader that has a problem with Yae Miko and doesn't hide it, when she arrives he leaves, when she tries to talk he just ignores her. And the explanation for this would be why she provoked him (We all know that she has a certain hobby of teasing others) in a horrible situation (Like the death of a loved one or the end of a relationship) and he took it to heart . And he always looked like a normal person with no vision, but when Yae was teasing a younger person (Above 18 of course) she witnessed the sword art of M!Reader who is currently the best swordsman in the world, and that he would attack to kill because the person she was teasing was his younger brother, and he would hate for her to break his heart with her teasing. And would he keep attacking and tearing everything in two on the way, electricity? redirected, outside interference? Just balancing combat, raiden shogun itself? Two swords and pray you don't get hit by either blade. And he completely dominates the fight, pressing Yae to a point where she really thought it would be her end, but the Brother of M!Reader stopped him explaining that he knew about Yae's provocations but he wasn't taking it seriously, narrowly saving his life. from Yokai. And the M!Reader wouldn't care if Sara or Raiden had gotten in the way, he would just hold his brother's hand and walk away as if nothing had happened, what would be the reaction of both Yae and the ''Powers'' of inazuma with such an event? And I got a little carried away, sorry

The Shrine Incident Imagines

A/N: Hello! Cordially it indeed was. So extensive, in fact, that I decided to try out a new format - this time more true to its core idea - imagines! First time doing the real thing, so I hope everyone likes it.

CW: Male!Reader.

Miko would be surprised to say the least. 

Yes, she indeed knew that annoying the army's second in command, just after his unit suffered heavy losses in the war, wasn't right. But she never expected to face actual consequences for her actions. She never did. The most Sara usually did was huff, flap her wings a bunch and leave when Miko amused herself at the Tengu's expense. 

And to think a human could have a worse temper than a Tengu… 

Miko never expected him to have a Vision. Unlike many others, he chose to hide it instead of showcasing it to the world, as a surprise element, Miko thought. And she suffered quite the shock one day indeed. 

She was just minding her own business, or rather making others uncomfortable and miserable for fun. A young soldier came to the shrine to pray. As he was leaving, Miko did her thing - caught his attention and marveled at his shy and uncomfortable reactions when she got too close and personal, both physically and in conversation. And then… 

Leave the boy alone, the man said. She looked at him with a mocking smile. Or what? 

He approached closer, standing barely a few inches away. He repeated his order. Leave. Him. Alone. 

Miko then huffed, annoyed at his rough tone. Ordering Kitsune, are we? You are either bold, or just not that gifted in the mind. 

What Miko didn't expect was him drawing his blade. He repeated the words one more time, but Miko summoned her weapon in response. Before she could give him a scolding speech, he already moved towards her. She summoned her shield, but it was shattered with a Pyro-infused strike, throwing her back. She quickly got to her feet, shaking the shock of the resistance she has not experienced from a mortal in hundreds of years. 

She moved on to attack, but the resonance between their visions made anything she threw at him next to useless. Even worse, he seemed to have a great deal of experience in using his vision in combat, as would be expected from a warrior of such high standing. Miko had to push down her pride and call for the shrine guards to help. 

The Kitsune expected them to be cut to pieces, but instead, the general stunned and disabled them without lethal blows. A strike with the flat side of the sword to the head was enough to knock down many guards, coupled with vicious kicks and punches. A few minutes were enough to turn a group of trained professionals into a mumbling mess on the floor, clutching their hurt heads and broken limbs. Miko growled in frustration - those humans were useless… 

Just as she was about to call Sara, a new face appeared on the mountain top. A younger man, dressed in uniform as well. Quite similar to the general, who was now holding Miko against a wall in his iron grasp. He stretched out his arm at the general. "Y/N! Don't hurt her!"

Y/N eased his grasp, letting Miko get a few gasps of air in. 

"I'm sure she didn't know!" 

"Know about what exactly?" Miko responded. 

Y/N turned at her, and practically growled out the words. "That man has lost his parents in the war, and came here to pray for their souls. And you, Yokai, have the nerve to strike at him in such a grim situation?"

Miko looked down, and for the first time in a hundred years, felt ashamed of herself. 

"Forgive me, general. I didn't know."

"You should ask him for forgiveness, Miko." Y/N dropped her to the ground, and left with his brother. 

Sara arrived shortly after the incident, and was understandably angry at Y/N. She was going to call him into court, until she learned all the details. The Tengu gladly crumpled up and discarded the file. She whipped up a new sheet of paper, and began writing a call for payment to the Guuji. It was her fault, and so it should be her wallet that covers the medical bills. 

The story was… honestly amusing to Ei. She had known Miko for quite a long time, and the moments when she got her due were always fun to hear about, even if the Archon didn't admit it openly. 

Both women, however, agreed on keeping a closer watch on Y/N. It was fine, as long as the small disagreement remained a one-off event. 

Thanks for reading!

[geddy-leesbian]

draft of the chapter where Luis wins his first award because it's cute and I'm impatient

Best Rock Vocal Male Performance – 1981

“When I started this album, I was so close to just giving up on music entirely. I'm only standing here because of one person.”

Leon is now the boyfriend of a Grammy winner. What the fuck.

Two sentences into Luis's award speech, and Leon is running off to the bathroom because he knows he will cry his makeup off if he listens to Leon gush and praise him up there.

Leon comes out of the bathroom to see a panicking Luis, who immediately rushes to him.

“You're okay? You need to go home now?”

“No, no. Just the shit you were saying. I knew I wouldn't have been able to listen without crying.”

“Well, can I show you off at the after party without you crying? I know lots of people want to see my muse after the speech… But your needs are much more important. If you need to go home, that's okay.”

“Think I can handle that.”

“Just remember you can always change your mind. You feel like you're going to start crying, or feel too tired, or for any other reason you want to leave, squeeze my hand and I'll say I need to go early because you're not feeling well. I'll make some unfunny joke about takeout and food poisoning, everyone will laugh anyway because I'm famous, and then we'll leave.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Leon doesn't talk much, just hangs on Luis's arm. He can do social functions like this with the assistance of alcohol. If he wasn't sober he'd be talking more, jumping in while Luis talks about their relationship to crack jokes and tease him a bit. But without the social lubricant, he just smiles and looks pretty while Luis does all the talking. Smiling and looking pretty is his job here. Luis has a literal trophy, a pretty gold-plated gramophone, in his hand, but Leon is the real trophy he wants to show off.

Leon doesn't mind not talking. He doesn't feel awkward or out of place at all. He doesn't mind that his feet are starting to kill him. Of course Luis is the focus, but occasionally Leon catches some eyes too. Particularly the eyes of the musicians who had asked Leon out in the past. Every time Luis notices, he untangles their arms so he can wrap his arm around Leon's waist, then kisses the top of his head for good measure. Just to make it even more abundantly clear that Leon is his.

The possessiveness should piss him off. He should hate that he's being shown off like a prized possession. He had an ex boyfriend who was the jealous type and loved doing shit like this, and it always annoyed the hell out of him. But it's different with Luis. He likes it. All of it.

Luis is also more in tune with Leon's needs than he was during their last outing. He makes a conscious effort to slow down his pace enough that Leon can keep up without having to catch his breath. Occasionally he starts walking a little too fast like before, but now he always catches himself and slows back down even before Leon can say anything.

Luis smoothly deals with the peer pressure to drink too. There's so much alcohol, so there's constantly people noticing Leon isn't drinking, and shoving glasses of champagne into his hand. Luis handles it. To most people, he says that Leon prefers beer, and all the champagne and wine is just too fancy for him. He lets the people who are too tipsy to listen to reason hand him the drinks, and then takes it from Leon and drinks it himself when they walk away. 

“There's the dance floor…” Luis states playfully. “Dance with me, Prince Charming?”

“Sure, princess,” Leon rolls his eyes, but smiles. “But just junior high slow dance swaying type of shit. Nothing fancy. Don't try to twirl or dip me or anything like that.”

“Deal!”

Luis slips his suit jacket off, and finds someone to hold it and his trophy while they dance. Luis takes one of Leon's hands and sets his other on his waist. Leon puts his free hand on Leon's chest. All Luis had under the jacket was a mesh tank top, so Leon is almost touching bare skin when he puts his hand on his chest. While Leon wouldn't say he knows how to dance, he can do the basic swaying without embarrassing himself.

Leon notices a photographer prowling the dance floor, and gets excited. They don't have many romantic pictures.

“Hey, Luis?”

“Done? It's okay, thank you for dancing at all.”

“No, not done! Just changed my mind. You should dip me or something.”

“Seriously..?”

“Yes.”

“Why the sudden change in heart? You were very adamant that I not do that,” Luis's eyes wander, and then he gets a knowing smile. “You want to show off for the camera! You're not just tolerating all this, you like it!”

“Just shut up and do something dramatic.”

“I will. But not until you admit why you want me to.”

“God. You're annoying,” Leon rolls his eyes. “But fine. I love all of this. I love that you keep making it clear that I'm yours. Makes me feel special. Want you to do something that'll get the whole dance floor looking at us, and a picture to remember it.”

“Wow. I just thought you liked the attention, didn't realize you were that into the possessive stuff too. You are mine. You are special,” Luis's smile is almost blinding. “As soon as the photographer is looking our direction, I'll dip kiss you, give him a really good picture, okay?”

“Do I need to do anything?”

“Just hold on and trust me to not drop you.”

Luis wraps his arms around Leon's waist, and then waits. When he sees they caught the photographer's eye, he leans forward and dips Leon. Leon clings to his neck desperately. It's scarier than he anticipated, giving up all control and relying on Luis to support all of his weight. But he doesn't regret anything. He trusts Luis. He knows Luis wouldn't have indulged the request if he wasn't 100% certain that he wouldn't drop him. The clapping and whistling from others on the dance floor and Luis's mouth on his (he's kissing with tongue, which is definitely unnecessary for the the picture) also make it easier to ignore the fear.

Luis holds him like that for a few seconds, waiting for the camera flash before pulling Leon back up. Leon rests his head on Luis's shoulder to hide his face. He's a blushing, giggling mess. He hasn't had a drop of alcohol, but he feels wasted. Drunk on Luis and the attention. Luis keeps his arms around his waist and they sway like that for a couple more songs.

Then Luis goes to take his trophy and suit jacket back, and then he's dragging Leon off god knows where. Down a maze of back hallways. He's half convinced Luis wants to find somewhere for a quickie, and, well, he certainly won't object to that.

“Thank you for the dance. We take a break now,” Luis whispers, after finally finding a secluded bench to park Leon. “You and babies are still holding up okay?”

So this isn't a sex thing. Luis is just concerned. Which warms his heart a little bit, but he still manages to roll his eyes. “Darling, I'm fine. Don't even need to sit down yet.”

“You're still going to take a break now! An ounce of prevention, a pound of cure. Better to rest before you feel like you need to,” Luis insists. He kisses his forehead and gently pats his belly. “I'll be right back.”

Leon fidgets with the trophy while he waits for Luis to come back, running his fingers over the engraving. Then he looks around, making sure there still isn't anyone around.

“Hey. Your other dad just won a Grammy. It's a big deal,” While Luis was already pretty obsessed with talking to the babies, Leon felt awkward. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that it wouldn't be him talking to his own stomach like a crazy person, it's talking to his babies. But at the most recent appointment he was told they'd be able to hear soon, so he's trying to bury the awkward feelings and make an effort. He smiles when he gets a response. Not quite a kick yet, but a little flutter of movement. “But he's way more excited about you than any award. Bet he'll lose his shit when you get big enough that he can feel you moving too. You're really lucky, he's gonna be such a good dad to you.”

“Leon! Swearing while talking to my babies!” Luis scolds, with over dramatic faux outrage. Leon jumps, startled because he didn't realize Luis was already back. “Sorry I snuck up on you. But I brought you food!”

He sets a couple plates down on the bench. One piled with fruit, cheese and crackers on the other. His stomach is definitely the way to his heart, and Luis knows it.

“I gave up my movie star abs, alcohol, and my motorcycle,” Leon happily devours the plate of cheese and crackers in between words. Luis eats some of the fruit. “I am not giving up my favorite words too. Their first words being 'fuck' and 'shit' is a price I'm willing to pay.”

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Twelve

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

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The crowd had gathered; each participant hidden behind lace or leather masks and hoods that kept their faces well in shadow. Despite the cloaks and masquerade, most were known to each other. The townsfolk had been there before, watching the rituals, bathing in the blood of the male offering, soaking up the potions Bronwyn brewed from the victim’s love. It was old hat by now, just something that had to be done for the good of the town. A few of the new supplicants still found it shameful, and they kept to the back of the room, skirting the edges and holding their breaths as the sacrificial lambs were manipulated and used up.

A newcomer stood in their midst that night, a petite woman draped in a charcoal cape that hid her bright red hair and porcelain skin. She wore a mask of intricate sapphire lace that matched her sparkling gown, and walked through the crowd with the air of royalty. Whispers erupted in wake as she moved to the center of the congregation and approached the altar.

Bronwyn met her there, smiling in greeting and nodding. “So glad you could join us.”

The stranger smiled and thanked her host, a thick accent rippling through the air. “The pleasure is all mine, Bronwyn. Very excited to see what you’ve been working on.”

Pride swelled in Bronwyn’s chest and she tried to hide it behind a tight smile. “Then let’s begin, shall we?”

She turned and spread her arms wide, welcoming her followers.

“Tonight, we have an extraordinary surprise. As many of you came to realize, two hunters stumbled into our town recently, and I was fortunate enough to capture their… attention. Now, the very thing they came to destroy, will destroy them!”

A low, rumbling laugh filled the room and the candles flickered as the new waves of air struck the flames.

Bronwyn held up a hand and the crowd silenced immediately.

“Beautiful though this couple is, they are even more special. Not only are they deeply in love, one of them… is famous.” Her eyes widened beneath the mask and the room rang with anticipation. “Allow me to introduce our honored guest tonight… Dean Winchester.”

With a snap of her fingers, Dean moved into the room. He walked as if in sleep, his body mobile but his mind empty. Naked and shining with a glaze of sweat, he stood in the center of the room, his bare toes edging the runes carved into the ancient stone. They formed a circle around him, seven feet around, and he stopped at the edge, locked by the magic and Bronwyn’s command.

The audience exclaimed at his beauty and the novelty of having such a prolific hunter in their circle. The sapphire witch took a step back, fading into the throng, watching, hiding.

Bronwyn grinned and continued with a wave of her hand “Let us not forget his lover and our vessel… Y/N Y/L/N.”

Y/N entered just as Dean had, naked and entranced. She stood next to him, toes touching the arch of the magical circle, waiting, empty.

With everything in place, Bronwyn began the first part of the spell. She worked at the altar, mixing the tincture of her own design and anointing Dean and Y/N in turn. The oils ran down the faces, dripped onto their chests, puddled at their feet. The scents of damiana and rose filled the room, and their bodies weakened, growing more pliant with each word Bronwyn spoke.

“Esse simul!”

The followers replied, chanting the spell along with Bronwyn and the magic took hold. Dean turned to Y/N and laid his hands on her shoulders, spinning her to him. They kissed, heavy and wet. His hands dragged down her body, her fingers clawed at the nape of his neck.

With more than a dozen pairs of eyes upon them, they fell to the ground within the circle, biting and licking, scratching and pinching. She rolled onto her back and rode him hard, her arousal in control of everything.

He groaned beneath her, body crushed into the stone. His eyes were wide and fixed on her flesh but he was unable to wake, too trapped inside himself.

The room roared with cheers when he came and the essence of his orgasm was trapped in another jar, locked away to be used for the main spell.

Two hours went by and their bodies were tired. Their backs were scraped by the stone, their sex aching and raw from constant use, lips swollen and bright ruby red. Close to breaking down, they lay in each other’s arms, driven to keep touching by the spell until one more orgasm was ripped from Y/N’s throbbing cunt.

Satisfied so far, Bronwyn clapped her hands and addressed the room. Y/N and Dean went still, afforded a small break to catch their breaths.

“Please help yourselves to supper upstairs while we give our guests a rest. The altar must be prepared for the second part.” Her gaze swept over the hooded company and she pointed at the steps. “I shall be with you shortly.”

As the coven ascended the stairs up into the main house, Bronwyn tended to Y/N and Dean. She got them up from the cold floor and let them sleep in each other’s arms against the wall.

She cleared the altar and set up a new cloth of plush purple velvet and a small pillow for Y/N’s head. A sharp knife of pure silver laid at the head of the altar and she blessed each piece as she laid it in place.

Finally, she took her leave, following her supplicants up the long stairs and shutting the door behind her.

The sapphire witch slid out of the darkness beneath the staircase and rushed to Dean and Y/N. She slapped his cheek hard, mostly for fun, as she knew he was too far gone to react. She eyed him for a long moment before speaking, taking in the view of his nakedness and shrugging.

“Not bad…” She smirked. “But I’ve seen bigger.”

Moving closer to Y/N, she laid her hands on both their foreheads and bent between them to whisper. “Surgere.”

Y/N gasped as a jolt of energy struck her heart and she sprang up, nearly knocking their savior over.

“Holy fucking motherfucking hell!”

The witch shushed her with a harsh hiss and a finger over her lips. “Be quiet!”

Dean shuddered as he woke and shook himself, too fatigued to yet stand. “Fuck. Y/N?”

She went back to him, crouching down to check on him before jumping back and into a fighting stance, weary of their helper.

“Who are you!”

Dean waved at her to lower her voice and back down. “Shh. Friendly,” he croaked.

The witch dropped her hood and tugged the mask from her eyes. Rowena smiled flirtatiously. “You recognized me behind all this?”

Dean rolled his eyes and sat up. His muscles were aching, bones near to breaking. “Only you would wear a glittery get up like that.” He stood, wincing at the pain and quickly covered his manhood. “What the hell?”

Rowena looked down at his hand and smirked. “Don’t worry. I took a wee peek before I woke you up.”

Y/N gagged. “OK. What the hell is going on?” She tried to hide herself behind Dean, but it was no use, so she slung an arm over her chest. “And, thank you, Rowena. Sorry I tried to punch you.”

Rowena batted incredibly painted lashes and shrugged her cloak off, handing it to a grateful Y/N. “Don’t worry about all that. Let’s just get you out of here before they come back.” She turned towards the steps and the tunnel carved behind.

Dean grabbed her shoulder. “Wait. We can’t just leave. We gotta-”

“Have to what, Dean?” Rowena snapped. “In case you’ve not noticed, you’re naked as a newborn babe, unarmed and half dead. You need to get out of here before Bronwyn and her folk come back for part two.”

Y/N shivered. “Part two?”

“Aye. First, they wring every possible ounce of orgasmic magic from your bodies, and then-” She paused and looked over her shoulder at the altar.

Y/N swallowed hard. “They sacrifice us.”

“No.” Rowena shook her head solemnly. “Much worse.”

Dean balked. “Worse?”

“Well, you, they sacrifice. But not after they have Y/N carve you up. And… well-”

Y/N leaned in, wide eyed and concerned. “And?”

Rowena sighed. “Dean must impregnate you before they drain him and dispose of his corpse. Then they keep you, magically accelerate the gestation, and… eventually… kill you and the fetus after stealing the birth magic.”

Dean and Y/N stood stark still, staring at Rowena with jaws too tight with nerves to actually drop.

Y/N trembled inside. “What!”

“It’s very complicated, very dark magic.”

Dean blinked himself back into the moment. “Sex magic?”

Rowena nodded. “Aye. Usually, it’s not used to this extent, and normally no one dies, but Bronwyn is a truly evil bitch.”

Dean laughed. “Witch,” he corrected.

“Bitch,” she asserted.

Y/N shrugged in agreement and stepped away from the other two. She grabbed the silver blade from the altar and chucked it against the wall as anger swelled in her gut. “Ain’t nobody getting me pregnant,” she hissed, ripping the cloth from the stone and tossing it at Dean. “Cover that dick and let’s get out of here. We need about two cases of Gatorade and some red meat.”

Still quite dazed, Dean wrapped the cloth around his waist and hobbled towards her. “Burgers?” His stomach growled.

Y/N sighed and pressed her palm to his cheek. “Of course, baby.”

Annoyed, Rowena clicked her tongue and tapped a jewel-studded shoe. “Shall we hurry please?”

The tunnel was long and short, and only Rowena made it through without ducking. She lead them down into the darkness and back out the other side, all the while, answering their questions in careful whispers.

“How many of them were there?” Dean asked, nearly cracking his head on the roughly carved ceiling for the tenth time.

“I counted fourteen aside from myself.”

“Including Bronwyn?”

“Aye.”

Y/N groaned. “That’s a lot. Recognize anyone?”

Rowena tripped over a rock and huffed. “A few. That horrible John Willard was one of them. Tried to sneak his hand under my cloak.”

“The sheriff.” Y/N grit her teeth. “Yeah. Figures. Handsy dick…”

Finally, they hit moonlight and breathed fresh air for the first time in days. The Impala was still stashed in the woods half a mile down the road and they ran to it as fast as their exhausted legs could carry them.

Dean’s naked ass squeaked on the leather as he slid into the driver’s seat and revved the engine.

Rowena hung back, unsure of what to do.

Y/N yanked her door open and paused, squinting at Rowena. “What’re you doing? Come on.”

“I have to go back in or they’ll know it was me who helped you escape.” The taste of fear bathed her tongue and she cringed, hating it.

“No.” Y/N opened the back door and tugged on Rowena’s arm. “You can’t go back in there. If they know we’re gone, they already know it was you. You’d be walking into an execution.”

Dean threw his arm over the seat and looked back at them. “Yeah. Besides, we still need you. Now, get in. I’m freezing.”

Sequins sparkled in the moonlight as she climbed into the backseat.

[prgayfootluvr77]

Luke Evans

[allycat75]

For anyone who actually wants, or needs, a successful business, here are some basics.

Of course, if you are rich, white, male, mildly attractive and tenuously famous, you can ignore it because all you have to do is the bare minimum (less, even) and the masses will worship at your feet.

You can even take an arrogant, selfish, immature, vapid, racist, antisemtic, fat-shaming clout chaser as a "bride" and no one will call you out on your bullshit lies and manipulation. Afterall, you are just stoned as fuck and Mecurial.

[nayialovecat]

Mushrooms and poisons (fragment)

Hey, folks… Because you liked my sketches with Helob and Sozo so much, and for my own pleasure, I decided to translate and publish an excerpt from one of the chapters with these two loved dumbs. To be exact - an excerpt from their first meeting.

Title: Mushrooms and poisons Script: Helob, on the advice of the Lamb, went to the Spore Grotto, where he wants to get a recipe to make even the most unhappy and scared creature happy. However, the famous king Sozo… well, he's different than he expected, ha, ha.

A little explanation: Helob thinks with his belly. Literally everyones are food for him, and he can see no one another way but as delicious morsels. Sozo, on the other hand… well… is more drugged than he has ever been in the game. And he mixes various stimulants very dangerously. This is a very bad idea.

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chapter: Mushroms and poisons (fragment)

He entered a new grotto. He looked around with interest at the little cavern, quite nicely decorated. He recognized the crystals from Anchordeep that cast a rainbow of light on the floor. He saw the sculpture to the right and walked over to it - it represented... a being, an insect, as far as he could tell by the number of limbs, with a mushroom on its head. Helob tilted his head... He was never very familiar with art, he didn't quite understand it - but he could admit that the sculpture was very pretty. He heard a noise, turned around.

Someone came out of the tent on the other side of the cave. Helob blinked intrigued. The thing was covered in something yellow, it was trembling all over. It had its head bowed, so he could see the hat of the great red mushroom most of all - but all mushroom-people had something like that, in different colors, yes. But this creature was larger than the mushroom-people.

"Who the hell... YOUR KING SOZO SAID THAT HE WANTS NOT TO SEE ANYONE WHEN HE IS ON ACID!" the creature roared towards the entrance to the grotto and staggered. The yellow blanket or coat fell off them, and they straightened in all their glory, swaying slightly and unable to stand on their feet. And Helob opened his mouth from the impression, after a while feeling the flow of saliva to it again.

The creature was a slender ant, as far as he could judge, yes, yes, giant ants lived far beyond the reach of the Old Faith. Their face and limbs were gray, but their abdomen was red, slightly covered, as was their chest, the middle segment of their body with a pink, tattered robe with short sleeves, and their neck was surrounded by white fluff like fur. Helob had never seen an ant with fur, and he saw a few ants, his trades were a long reach, yes, but they were never fluffy, no... Big eyes with dark pupils cast dispersed glances before they focused on Helob, and he felt his legs soften under him, as he involuntarily crouches to pounce. Ah, to hunt for such an appetizing morsel, yes... this craving was strong in him. He barely fought it off.

"What do you want? Someone sent you? These traitors sent you, right? They want to kill Sozo, but it's impossible... DAMNED TRAITORS EVERYWHERE" a growl came from the ant's mouth, and then he grabbed his head with the first, thicker pair of limbs. "Ouch... don't scream... Sozo's head can't stand it... Poor, poor head..."

They groaned and dropped to their knees. They looked like they wanted to throw up. Helob approached them as if in a trance, his saliva dripping onto the cave floor, marking his trail. He stood close, almost a step. He smelled the smell and realized... it's a male ant, yeah, a giant ant... but not just an ant... There was something, something else, mmm, the smell of mushrooms, so appetizing... Helob tried mushrooms, sometimes he added to the soup, gave flavor... but here... here was a mushroom and a meat in one, mmm, so appetizing, yes... yes...

He shook his head. No, no, he promised Lamb. Helob won't break a word. He can't...

"How long will you be standing over me and dripping saliva?" he heard a snarl.

He directed his three eyes down. He cocked his head curiously. The other was looking at him from under the red mushroom hat on his head. His dark circled eyes showed fury. The spider noticed so closely that thin, long mushrooms grew out of the ant's fur.And that the ant's pupils almost completely filled the iris in the colour of rot, green mold. The ant had nice eyes, nice colour, too bad so little colour.

"What are you looking for?" he added, trying to get up. Helob even didn't know when he offered him help with one of his arms and put the ant on his feet. "King Sozo didn't invite guests today... someone sent you? You look like a killer..."

"Thank you," Helob beamed, then touched the chest. "Helob... hunter and seller of... food. Yes, yes, food. Helob came to this king Sozo, yes, Lamb said... Where's the king?" he looked around curiously.

The ant looked at him doubtfully. And then he stepped back, almost yanked his arm out of the spider's grasp, and lifted the first pair of arms up. From the other pair of hands, he put one on his stomach, the other stretched down. Then he made a deep bow, staggered and nearly flew forward.

"King Sozo welcomes you to his doorstep," he mumbled. "Bad time to visit... Today... there was acid... and was bad..." After these words, king Sozo closed his mouth and staggered towards the large vessel standing in the corner of the cave. Helob heard vomiting sounds. "Uh... I shouldn't drink every thing that makes funny bubbles when mixed with mushroom juice..."

"Helob... a bit confused... Beautiful mister is... Sozo?"

"KING Sozo, if you please," the ant stammered, then vomited again.

After a while, he seems to have finished. He managed to straighten himself and walked over to the spider. The spider, slouching a little, didn't take his delighted gaze away from the king. Saliva was still dripping from his mouth.

"You know... that you're leaking, right?" Sozo observed and looked down.

"It's your majesty's appetizing smell that affects Helob so much, yes, yes... but Helob will not eat, Helob promised Lamb... but yet... one little bite..." He licked his lips, staring longingly at the ant king's shoulder.

The other only raised an eyebrow a little, then reached out one arm from the middle pair toward him.

"Feel free to."

"W-what?" Helob went dumb. In front of his face, he had the king's hand outstretched in a gesture as if he was giving it for Helob to a kiss. Sozo looked to the side so as not to look in his direction.

"Come on... do it quickly... Now I don't feel anything, my nerves paralyzed... ha, ha, this strong stuff is Plimbo selling, I have to buy more next time... just for the future - to do not mix with mushroom juice. I don't feel anything. So enjoy."

Helob trembled excitiment. He touched the arm and moved closer, licking his lips again. He practically got drooling. He swallowed loudly, still glancing at Sozo, but Sozo didn't seem to be joking. Will... will Lamb be angry? Formally... formally the snack was offered to Helob, it isn't proper to refuse the king, right? No, no, Helob doesn't want to be tactlessness, by any means, Helob knows his place and respects crowned heads...

Crunched. Sozo squeezed his eyes and teeth together for a moment, then took a deep breath as he lowered his arm. It now ended just below the shirt sleeve, on the second segment. He took what looked like a tube filled with something like grass from the pocket of his robe, then lifted it to his mouth and lit one end after a while. Helob, on the other hand, eagerly devoured his limb, closing his eyes in delight. Yes... yes, yes, it was as delicious as he thought... no, better, more perfect... the delicate meat he dreamed of, immediately seasoned with mushrooms, tender, crispy, crunchy...

He was breathing hard, overwhelmed by this otherworldly dining experience. King Sozo, meanwhile, blew out a puff of smoke, never taking his eyes off him. Helob licked his lips.

"It tasted?" the ant king asked politely after a moment.

Helob nodded. After a moment he looked embarrassed. "Now Helob has remorse..." he muttered uncertainly. "Stupid, stupid..."

"Do not worry. It will grow back in a few days."

Helob cocked his head. "He didn't know ants like starfish..." he remarked.

King Sozo laughed, exhaling another puff of smoke. He only smoked for a moment, and his eyes slowly took on a new hue as his pupils narrowed a little, revealing more of their greenness. Helob couldn't take his eyes off those eyes, so beautiful, so green, like the lichen on the mossy skulls in his hideout, like the mold on the undigested debris...

"King Sozo is eternal, long live the king, this king will not die!" Sozo intoned unawares, then laughed, and then his laughter turned into a short cough. He cleared his throat and looked at Helob with unexpectedly sharp eyes. "So Lamb sent you? What does he want from pathetic, piteous Sozo?"

"Helob does not find the king pathetic," the spider observed pleasantly. "Helob sees Sozo great king, gracious... yes, yes, not pathetic..."

King Sozo raised an eyebrow slightly. "You're probably the only one," he grunted. "Even his subjects, they treat King Sozo like a fool... like a little child... They put him to sleep, tell him to rest, so that he doesn't worry about anything, that everything will be taken care of, ha, ha... THE LITTLE TRAITORS... Not scream... head..." he groaned, then took a deep drag from the smoke tube and stared glumly into space for a moment. He blew smoke twice before speaking again. "We were talking about Lamb, right?"

"Oh yeah! Helob remembered." He reached on his back. "Helob a gift for the great king, yes... The gift is ready earlier, but now Helob wants to give it more, yes, yes... Helob wants nothing, yes, he wants nothing, the great king has already made Helob happy, yes..."

He handed over the silk package. Sozo wiped his hands on his robes, then took the package in them. He looked at its suspiciously and partially helplessly.

"Oh, Helob forgot... yes... packed too tight, yes... I'll unpack, your magnificence will wait, yes, yes... Good king, patient..." Helob took the package back, then deftly working with all three of his arms, he quickly unraveled his own thread. He handed the ant king the box and folded his hands in anxiety and anticipation.

King Sozo looked a little suspicious. But he took the box, and then, tilting his head slightly, opened it. And then his eyes lit up. He bent over the package. "Perfect..." he whispered, pulling out one of the small, luscious purple mushrooms.

"Helob collected them himself... Lamb said, king Sozo likes mushrooms, rare varieties, yes... Helob knows where corpse mushrooms grow, he picked, yes... Corpse mushrooms inedible, no, poisonous, yes, but they give a spicy flavor, Helob sometimes season the soup, yes..."

"Hmm... are you eating these mushrooms? You're not dying from poison?" The king put the mushroom back in the box.

"Helob himself venomous," he noted, pointing to his abdomen. In his soft, woolly fur, apart from the gland with which he made his silk nets, there was a venom spike right next to him. "No harm poisons. Even a deadly venom. Useful when you are hungry and you can't hunt. Rotten meat is not a problem for Helob, yes... But guests shouldn't eat anything from his pot, ha, ha, yes, yes... unless they want to land in it themselves, yeeeeesss..."

King Sozo watched him closely. Helob began to feel strange. Slightly embarrassed, a little ashamed... he put two pairs of his hands on his stomach, the third hesitantly began to clean his fur, just to take care of something.

"You are... an interesting person, Helob," the king remarked after a moment, then took out one mushroom, sniffed it, and dropped it in his mouth. Helob got scared all at once.

"Poison kills giant ants like a great king!" he cried desperately. Sozo chewed the mushroom calmly, closing his eyes with obvious satisfaction. The spider watched him uncertainly, then began to rub his own fur in his hands. "When the beautiful mister, the good king dies of poison, can Helob snatch another piece? The whole maybe?"

"Not that kind of stuff tried to kill me," Sozo remarked as he swallowed. He smiled. Then his pupils filled the entire irises again. "Oh yes! EXCELLENT. FRIEND!" he said, then hugged the spider tightly. The other was amazed at this sudden closeness. But King Sozo still wasn't dead, so he guessed that - perhaps through the fungus in his body - he was partially immune to the poison of the violet ones. "FRIEND! REQUEST WHAT YOU WANT! ONE MORE ARM MAYBE?"

Helob swallowed the saliva that was already pouring into his mouth. He liked the acquaintance more and more, and the ant king smelled so beautiful, so delicious. He was already opening his jaws, ready to take the offer, but then shook his head. He slipped out of the dazed Sozo's grip, then bowed slightly.

"Your appetizing favors me, but no, no... that's enough, yes... Helob don't want to abuse his hospitality..." After a moment he remembered why he had come here. "But there is a thing... yes, yes, there is a thing..."

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I dla moich ewentualnych polskich czytelników, oryginalna polska wersja:

rozdział: Grzyby i trucizny (fragment)

Wszedł do nowej groty. Z zainteresowaniem rozglądał się po niewielkiej kawernie, całkiem ładnie przystrojonej. Rozpoznawał w niej kryształy z Anchordeep, które rzucały tęczowe światło na podłogę. Dostrzegł rzeźbę stojącą na prawo i podszedł do niej - przedstawiała... istotę, owada, na ile mógł stwierdzić po ilości kończyn, z grzybem na głowie. Helob przekrzywił głowę... Nigdy nie był specjalnie zaznajomiony ze sztuką, nie do końca ją rozumiał - ale mógł przyznać, że rzeźba była bardzo ładna. Usłyszał hałas, obrócił się.

Z namiotu po drugiej stronie jaskini wyszedł... ktoś. Helob zamrugał zaintrygowany. Istota była okryta czymś żółtym, cała dygotała. Miała pochyloną głowę, więc widział przede wszystkim kapelusz wielkiego czerwonego grzyba - ale wszyscy grzybowi ludzie takie mieli, w różnych kolorach, tak. Lecz ta istota była większa od grzybowych ludzi.

- Kogo do licha... WASZ KRÓL SOZO MÓWIŁ, ŻE NIE CHCE NIKOGO WIDZIEĆ, KIEDY JEST NA KWASIE! - ryknęła ta istota w stronę wejścia do groty i zatoczyła się. Żółty koc czy płaszcz opadł z niej, wyprostowała się w pełnej krasie, lekko zataczając się i nie mogąc ustać na nogach. A Helob z wrażenia aż otworzył usta, po chwili czując znów napływ śliny do nich.

Stworzenie było smukłą mrówką, na ile mógł ocenić, tak, tak, gigantyczne mrówki, żyły daleko poza zasięgiem Starej Wiary. Jego twarz i kończyny były szare, ale odwłok czerwony, okryty nieco, podobnie jak pierś, jak środkowy segment ciała różową, postrzępioną szatą z krótkimi rękawami, jego szyję zaś otaczał biały puch, niby futro. Helob nigdy nie widział mrówki z futrem, a widział kilka mrówek, jego handel sięgał daleko, tak, lecz nigdy nie były puchate, nie... Wielkie oczy o ciemnych źrenicach rzucały rozbiegane spojrzenia, nim zogniskowały je na Helobie, a ten poczuł, jak miękną pod nim nogi, jak mimowolnie przyczaja się do skoku. Ach, upolować taki apetyczny kąsek, tak... to pragnienie było w nim silne. Ledwie je zwalczał.

- Czego chcesz? Ktoś cię przysłał? Ci zdrajcy cię nasłali, tak? Chcą zabić Sozo, ale się nie da... WSZĘDZIE CI PRZEKLĘCI ZDRAJCY - z ust mrówki wydobyło się warczenie, a potem złapał się za głowę pierwszą, grubszą parą parą kończyn. - Aj... nie krzycz... głowa Sozo tego nie zniesie... Biedna, biedna głowa...

Jęknął i opadł na kolana. Wyglądał, jakby chciał zwymiotować. Helob podszedł do niego jak w transie, a jego cieknąca ślina kapała na podłogę jaskini, znaczyła jego ślad. Stanął blisko, niemal o krok. Czuł zapach i zdał sobie sprawę... to samiec mrówki, tak, gigantyczna mrówka... ale nie tylko mrówka... Było coś, coś jeszcze, mmm, zapach grzybów, taki apetyczny... Helob próbował grzybów, czasem dodawał do zupy, nadawały smak... ale tutaj... tutaj był grzyb i mięsko w jednym, mmm, tak apetyczne, tak... tak...

Potrząsnął głową. Nie, nie, obiecał Jagnięciu. Helob nie złamie słowa. Nie może...

- Długo będziesz tak nade mną stał i kapał śliną? - usłyszał warknięcie.

Skierował spojrzenie swoich trojga oczu w dół. Przekrzywił głowę z zaciekawieniem. Tamten patrzył na niego spod czerwonego kapelusza grzyba, który znajdował się na jego głowie. Jego podkrążone oczy wyrażały wściekłość. Pająk zauważył z tak bliska, że z futerka mrówki wyrastają cienkie, długie grzyby. I że źrenice mrówki niemal w całości wypełniały tęczówkę w kolorze zgnilizny, zielonej pleśni. Mrówka miała ładne oczy, ładny kolor, szkoda, że tak mało koloru.

- Czego tu szukasz? - dorzuciła, usiłując się podnieść. Helob sam nie wiedział kiedy, zaoferował jej pomoc, jedno ze swoich ramion i postawił mrówkę na nogi. - Król Sozo nie zapraszał dzisiaj gości... ktoś cię nasłał? Wyglądasz na zabójcę...

- Dziękuję - rozpromienił się Helob, a potem dotknął swojej piersi. - Helob... łowca i sprzedawca... jedzenia. Tak, tak, jedzenia. Helob przybył do tego króla Sozo, tak, Jagnię powiedziało... Gdzie król? - rozglądał się z zaciekawieniem.

Mrówka popatrzyła na niego z powątpiewaniem. A potem odsunęła się od krok, niemal wyszarpnęła swoje ramię z uścisku pająka i uniosła pierwszą parę ramion w górę. Z drugiej pary rąk, jedną położyła na brzuchu, drugą wyciągnęła w dół. A potem oddała głęboki pokłon, po którym się zachwiała i niemal poleciała do przodu.

- Król Sozo wita w swoich progach - wybełkotała. - Zły moment na odwiedziny... Dzisiaj... był kwas... i był zły... - Po tych słowach król Sozo zatkał usta i zatoczył się w stronę wielkiego naczynia stojącego w kącie jaskini. Helob usłyszał odgłosy wymiotowania. - Uch... nie powinienem pić każdej rzeczy, która po zmieszaniu z sokiem z grzyba wypuszcza fajne bąbelki...

- Helob... nieco skonfundowany... Piękny pan to... Sozo?

- KRÓL Sozo, jeśli łaska - wybełkotała mrówka, a potem ponownie zwymiotowała.

Po chwili chyba skończyła. Zdołała się wyprostować i podeszła do pająka. Ten, lekko się garbiąc, nie odrywał zachwyconego wzroku od króla. Z jego ust ciągle kapała ślina.

- Wiesz... że przeciekasz, tak? - zauważył Sozo i spojrzał w dół.

- To apetyczny zapach waszej królewskiej mości tak wpływa na Heloba, tak, tak... ale Helob nie zje, Helob obiecał Jagnięciu... chociaż... jeden mały gryzek... - Oblizał się, spoglądając tęsknie na ramię mrówczego króla.

Tamten tylko uniósł lekko brew, a potem wyciągnął rekę ze środkowej pary swoich kończyn w jego stronę.

- Nie krępuj się.

- C-co? - Helob zgłupiał. Przed samą twarzą miał dłoń króla wyciągniętą w takim geście, jakby tamten podawał ją do pocałunku. Sozo skierował wzrok w bok, aby nie patrzyć w jego stronę.

- No, dalej... rób to szybko... I tak chwilowo nic nie czuję, sparaliżowało mi nerwy... ha, ha, mocny towar ten Plimbo sprzedaje, muszę kupić więcej następnym razem... tylko na przyszłość - nie mieszać z sokiem z grzyba. Nic nie czuję. Więc korzystaj.

Helob zadrżał. Dotknął ramienia i przesunął się bliżej, oblizując znów wargi. Praktycznie dostał ślinotoku. Przełknął głośno, zerkając jeszcze na Sozo, ale ten nie wyglądał, jakby żartował. Czy... czy Jagnię będzie złe? Formalnie... formalnie poczęstunek został zaproponowany Helobowi, nie wypada odmówić królowi, prawda? Nie, nie, Helob nie chce popełnić nietaktu, w żadnym razie, Helob zna swoje miejsce i szanuje koronowane głowy...

Chrupnęło. Sozo zacisnął na chwilę oczy i zęby, a potem odetchnął głęboko, opuszczając ramię. Kończyło się teraz nieco poniżej rękawa koszuli, na drugim segmencie. Wydobył z kieszeni swojej szaty coś, co przypominało rurkę wypełnioną czymś, jakby trawą, po czym uniósł do ust i po chwili zapalił jeden koniec. Helob tymczasem z zapałem pochłaniał jego kończynę, przymykając oczy z rozkoszy. Tak... tak, tak, to było tak wyśmienite, jak sądził... nie, lepsze, doskonalsze... delikatne mięsko, o jakim marzył, od razu doprawione grzybami, delikatne, kruche, chrupiące...

Oddychał z trudem, przytłoczony tym nieziemskim doświadczeniem kulinarnym. Król Sozo tymczasem wydmuchał kłąb dymu, nie spuszczając z niego oczu. Helob oblizał wargi.

- Smakowało? - zapytał po chwili uprzejmie mrówczy król.

Helob pokiwał głową. Po chwili zrobił zakłopotaną minę.

- Teraz Helob ma wyrzuty sumienia... - bąknął niepewnie. - Głupi, głupi...

- Nie przejmuj się. Odrośnie za kilka dni.

Helob przekrzywił głowę.

- Nie wiedział, że mrówki jak rozgwiazdy... - zauważył.

Król Sozo roześmiał się, wypuszczając kolejny kłąb dymu. Przez chwilę tylko palił, a jego oczy powoli zyskiwały nowej barwy, gdy źrenice odrobinę zmniejszały się, odsłaniając więcej swojej zieloności. Helob nie mógł oderwać wzroku od tych oczu, takie piękne, takie zielone, jak porosty na omszałych czaszkach w jego kryjówce, jak pleśń na niestrawionych resztkach...

- Król Sozo jest wieczny, niech żyje król, nie umrze ten król! - zaintonował nieoczekiwanie Sozo, a potem zaśmiał się, a po chwili jego śmiech przeszedł w krótki kaszel. Ochrząknął i spojrzał na Heloba nieoczekiwanie bystro. - Więc przysłało cię Jagnię? Czego chce od żałosnego, budzącego litość Sozo?

- Helob nie znajduje króla żałosnym - zauważył przymilnie pająk. - Helob widzi, Sozo wielki król, łaskawy... tak, tak, nie żałosny...

Król Sozo uniósł lekko brew.

- To chyba jako jedyny - burknął. - Nawet jego poddani, traktują króla Sozo jak głupca... jak małe dziecko... Układają do snu, mówią, żeby odpoczął, żeby nie przejmował się niczym, że wszystkim się zajmą, ha, ha... MALI ZDRADLIWI... Nie krzyczeć... głowa... - jęknął, a potem zaciągnął się głęboko z palonej rurki i przez chwilę ponuro patrzył w przestrzeń. Dwa razy wydmuchnął dym, nim ponownie przemówił. - Mówiliśmy o Jagnięciu, tak?

- A, tak! - Helob sobie przypomniał. Sięgnął na swoje plecy. - Helob prezent dla wielki król, tak... Prezent gotowy wcześniej, ale teraz Helob bardziej pragnie go podarować, tak, tak... Niczego Helob nie chce, tak, nie chce nic, wielki król już uszczęśliwił Heloba, tak...

Podał jedwabny pakunek. Sozo otarł ręce o swoją szatę, a potem wziął w nie paczkę. Przyjrzał jej się podejrzliwie, a po części bezradnie.

- Och, Helob zapomniał... tak... za mocno zapakowane, tak... Zaraz rozpakuję, wasza wspaniałość poczeka, tak, tak... Dobry król, cierpliwy... - Helob przejął z powrotem pakunek, a potem zręcznie pracując wszystkimi trzema parami swoich rąk, błyskawicznie rozplątał własną nić. Podał mrówczemu królowi pudełko i złożył ręce w niepokoju i oczekiwaniu.

Król Sozo wyglądał lekko podejrzliwie. Ale wziął pudełko, a potem, nieco odchylając głowę uchylił je. A potem jego oczy zaświeciły się. Pochylił się nad paczką.

- Doskonałe... - szepnął, wyciągając jeden z niewielkich, soczyście fioletowych grzybów.

- Helob sam zbierał... Jagnię powiedziało, król Sozo lubi grzyby, rzadkie odmiany, tak... Helob wie, gdzie rosną trupie grzyby, nazbierał, tak... Trupie grzyby niejadalne, nie, trujące, tak, ale nadają ostry smak, Helob czasem doprawia zupę, tak...

- Hmm... jadasz te grzyby? Nie umierasz od trucizny? - Król odłożył grzyba do pudełka.

- Helob sam jadowity - zauważył, wskazując na swój odwłok. W jego miękkim, wełniastym futrze poza gruczołem z pomocą którego produkował swe jedwabne sieci, tuż obok niego krył się kolec jadowy. - Nie szkodzą trucizny. Nawet trupi jad. Przydatne, gdy czas głodu i nie da się polować. Zgniłe mięso nie problem dla Heloba, tak... Za to goście nie powinni jadać nic z jego garnka, ha, ha, tak, tak... chyba, że sami chcą w nim wylądować, taaaaaak...

Król Sozo obserwował go uważnie. Helob zaczął czuć się dziwnie. Lekko zakłopotany, lekko zawstydzony... złożył na brzuchu dwie pary swoich rąk, trzecią niepewnie zaczął czyścić swoje futro, byleby czymś się zająć.

- Jesteś... interesującą osobą, Helob - zauważył po chwili król, a potem wyjął jednego grzyba, powąchał i wrzucił sobie do ust. Helob naraz przestraszył się.

- Trucizna zabija gigantyczne mrówki, jak wielki król! - zawołał rozpaczliwie. Sozo ze spokojem przeżuwał grzyba, przymykając oczy z wyraźnym zadowoleniem. Pająk obserwował go niepewnie, a potem zaczął miętosić własne futro w rękach. - Gdy już piękny pan, dobry król umrze od trucizny, Helob może sobie jeszcze uszczknąć kawałek? Całego może?

- Nie takie rzeczy próbowały mnie zabić - zauważył Sozo, kiedy przełknął. Uśmiechnął się. A potem jego źrenice znów wypełniły całe tęczówki. - O tak! DOSKONAŁE. PRZYJACIELU! - rzucił, a potem objął mocno pająka. Ten zdumiał się tą nagłą zażyłością. Ale król Sozo nadal nie padał trupem, więc domyślał się, że - być może przez grzyby w swoim ciele - był częściowo odporny na truciznę tych fioletowych. - PRZYJACIELU! ŻĄDAJ CZEGO CHCESZ! JESZCZE JEDNĄ RĘKĘ MOŻE?

Helob przełknął ślinę, która już napływała mu do ust. Coraz bardziej podobała mu się ta znajomość, a mrówczy król pachniał tak ładnie, tak apetycznie. Już rozwierał szczękoczułki, gotów skorzystać z oferty, ale zaraz potrząsnął głową. Wyślizgnął się z uścisku otumanionego Sozo, a potem lekko skłonił.

- Jego apetyczność zaszczyca mnie, ale nie, nie... już wystarczy, tak... Helob nie chce nadużywać gościnności... - Po chwili przypomniał sobie, po co tu przyszedł. - Ale jest rzecz... tak, tak, jest rzecz...

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Jaeden Lieberher/Martell X afab!Reader

Synopsis: MC hadn't experienced happiness as often in recent years. The only sanctuary that she had was that one time she watched a movie and fell in love with the main character. And after a fateful meeting with that actor, reality finally dawned on her.

Word Count: 2,690

I groaned as the sun's rays invaded my room through the windows. I really hate it when the light shines down my closed eyes, it makes it harder to sleep. Though I know that I have to wake up and do my usual shit. I rubbed my eyes and tried to remove the sleep while I propped my elbows on the mattress to lift my upper body. I can hear the birds singing and the noisy people outside. It's just another usual day in my hometown. 

After stretching my body, I got off the bed. I went over to my closet to pick my clothes for today which were white, long-sleeved, off-shoulder, cropped top with a black bunny design, a black sleeveless shirt underneath it, a high-waist, black, flared skirt, and lastly, black heels. I planned on eating breakfast outside since I'm too lazy to make something to eat for today. My parents are very busy this week and are barely home. I didn't let it get to me though, considering how distant I am from them, I'm already used to being alone most of the time. 

I closed my closet and with the clothes in my arms, I went to the bath to do my usual stuff. After 30 minutes of preparation, I then went out of my house and walked towards the nearest Starbucks in town. My eyes scanned over my usual surroundings and admired nature. Every time I decided to take a walk outside, I always brought my journal and sketchbook. It is my only way to escape from reality, after all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowed my steps, letting my gaze fall onto the concrete sidewalk. I don't usually let loneliness get to me, but there are really times that I can't help but feel depressed. I let my mind wander off for a bit as I continued my walk down the town, my legs automatically moved to where Starbucks is. I was pretty sure that I was nearing the cafe so I returned my gaze up, only to have my eyes widen in shock.

I am utterly surprised by what I saw — or rather, who I saw. That brown hair. Those green eyes. He is here. Exiting the same Starbucks that I was about to go in. Unconsciously, my feet dragged my body towards him. He was about to leave and I practically ran towards him.

"Excuse me," I gently tapped the male on his shoulder.

The boy turned around to look at me. Shit, he is too handsome. I saw that he was surprised but nevertheless smiled at me.

"Hi, what can I help you with?"

Honestly speaking, I can't believe why I haven't fainted yet. My heart was rapidly beating against my ribcage, my face was flushed due to nervousness and I could feel my whole body heating up. You could even say that I'm blushing right now. I mean, who wouldn't? The one and only Jaeden Lieberher is here, standing in front of my very eyes. His gentle smile sent butterflies fluttering in the pits of my stomach and I could literally melt from his gaze.

"U-um..."

Shit. I can't believe I stuttered in front of my idol.

"You're Jaeden Lieberher, right?" I asked, even though I already knew it.

Call me crazy but I just wanted to make sure my crush and idol was really standing in front of me, not just any person looking similar to him.

Jaeden nodded. Thank god it's really him.

"Um... I'm a fan and I was wondering if I could have a picture with you?" I let my gaze downwards, feeling embarrassed to even ask him such a request.

I was pretty sure that he would decline my request. I mean, he is a famous actor and thousands of thousands of fans out there also want to take a picture with him. A lot of people wanted to meet their favorite idols in real life and I am lucky enough to be able to spot him here in my hometown. Even though it is just a simple request, I'm pretty sure that he is too busy to fulfill my stupid request.

Ugh! I'm so annoyed with myself! Geez, [Name]! You're already lucky to even spot Jaeden in your hometown, yet you still took the liberty to disturb him in his daily life. He has better things to do rather than entertain you, you stupid! I was so busy reprimanding myself that I didn't realize that Jaeden was speaking to me. I snapped out of my short trance and glanced back at him, my cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

"Huh? I'm sorry, can you repeat what you said?" I feel so awkward. If Jaeden wasn't here I would face-palm due to my stupidity.

The brunette just chuckled. "I said, sure. I won't mind having a picture with you."

My heart skipped a beat yet again. I can feel myself smiling a bit despite being in such a confounded state. My hand instantly fished out my phone from my small sling bag. I opened the device and switched to the camera. While I held the phone up, Jaeden scooted a bit at my side, making our arms brush against each other. This unexpected outcome made me even more flustered. And that's not all! Jaeden offered to take the picture instead!

I pursed my lips, trying to fight the urge to hug the boy and calm myself down. I know that I'm being a bit unsettled, but who wouldn't be when in the presence of their favorite idol? Anyways, Jaeden lifted the phone up and adjusted himself so that we could fit in the screen properly. He rested his hand on my other shoulder as he neared his face to mine, our cheeks almost touching. I tried to contain my huge smile and retain a calm exterior, despite having internal chaos within me.

I clenched my heart, hoping that it would somehow make my heartbeat slow down. After three consecutive shots, Jaeden returned my phone and I instantly thanked him for fulfilling my request. Even though I knew that this meeting was purely coincidental, I still believed that it was fate that made us meet.

I scanned the pictures Jaeden took and a smile etched on my face. "These photos are great... Thanks again."

"It's no problem."

Though, as soon as he said that, my smile turned into a frown. I can't help but think about today. Sure, I meet my idol and have a picture with him. A part of me says that this interaction is enough, however, the other argues that I should spend more time with him. You know, cherish the moment. After all, don't let an opportunity slip past you. If you don't take the chances given to you, it might never return and you might regret it.

I stood there for a while, staring at the screen and clenching my sketchpad with my other hand. I can see my reflection through the glass screen. My eyes contained sadness that I never once knew I had. My lips sported that same frown I always wear every day. It just... hurts.

"Hey," a soft voice broke my trance.

"Huh?" I whipped my head back to the speaker, and surprisingly, it was still Jaeden.

I thought that he would leave by now. But recalling our last conversation, I really didn't bid him goodbye. He must've waited for me to say it so he could go. Though I thought he would be the one to initiate that, especially if he's busy and wanted to avoid another fan. Maybe he's too shy to do so, who knows...

"I realized that you were holding a sketchbook earlier. If you want, I can give you an autograph," he offered, sending me a shy smile as he scratched his temple a bit.

Jaeden really does melt my heart. Not only he was good-looking and talented, but he also had a sweet personality. This is one reason why I started to admire the boy.

I nodded to his reply, handing him the sketchbook in my right hand. My eyes watched as the brunette opened the pages and stopped at a blank one. He got out a black marker from his pocket and started writing his autograph. As I waited, my eyes were subconsciously stealing glances at the boy. I can't help it. He's just... something.

"Here you go," the male handed me back the sketchbook.

I smiled. "Thanks again, Jaeden. It's really kind of you to offer an autograph and answer my humble request. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he returned the smile with his own. "It's nice meeting you here. I hope your day will be great. I'll be going now. Goodbye."

"Bye," I waved as the figure of my idol walked away.

I remained in my spot. My hand clenched the sketchbook on my quick beating heart which eventually slowed down. My whole face was regaining back its normal color and my temperature wasn't that warm anymore. My eyes were glued to the direction Jaeden left. Another minute had passed and I let out a tired sigh.

I scolded myself for wasting my time outside the cafe and decided to return back to the routine. The bells chimed as I entered Starbucks. The female behind the cashier greeted me and even told me a great job. I just politely smiled at her. I knew that she was observing us from the inside. It was kind of awkward when I realized it. But nevertheless, what is done is done. I can't contemplate it any longer.

I went to the counter and ordered my usual breakfast, paid for it, and seated myself next to the windows. I placed my sketchpad down and fished out my journal from my bag. My eyes scanned the cover, glossing over the leather with my favorite color in it. With a defeated sigh, I opened the journal. I’ve gone through each written page, each containing my thoughts, troubles, and desperation.

Desperation is mostly brought by my secluded fantasy for a specific male. I was never a fan of any idols, to be honest, however, Jaeden was the only exception. There was something about that boy that drove me crazy. It’s funny, actually, since I’ve only seen him two times. The first was in the movie The Book of Henry and the second was the best-selling movie IT. Other than that, I’ve never seen him almost anywhere. And ever since watching those movies, I’ve started to gain interest in him.

“Ugh…” an annoyed groan escaped my lips. I clicked my tongue in annoyance and slowly brought my head down on the wooden table, closing my eyes as I did so. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Here’s your order, miss,” I heard the clank of a cup against the table followed by a plate.

I quickly regained my composure and smiled at the same lady from earlier before she went back to her spot behind the counter. Maybe some nice beverage would calm my nerves down. I picked the cup up and put it in front of my lips. With a few air blows on the hot liquid, I took a sip from it. I felt the liquid travel down my throat and it calmed me down. After placing the cup back on the saucer, I proceeded to write down today’s journal entry.

March 13, 20xx

When was the last time I felt happy? I actually can’t remember anymore… With this life of mine, there was nothing else really happening. Everything is just monotonous. My routine, my environment, my school… heck! I can’t even seem to remember when I last bonded with my parents! They were always so busy with their work that they completely forgot about me. I don’t know anymore. I’m not particularly sad, I’m just…what do you call it? Yeah, right. Empty. It’s like there was something incomplete in my life. There was no excitement, no sparks. This had gone on for many years now, and I would admit that I was used to it.

I smiled bitterly at the memories of when I was always alone at home, my parents rarely came home for dinner or family time together. It was just only me in our house. Nothing more.

However, despite the darkness, there was light. It was dim and distant, but still… it’s light. After many years, I felt somehow…alive. Hopeful. Call me stupid, but… he was my hope. I found sanctuary in Jaeden. I know that I’ve only seen him in movies, but still…! Ugh! Explaining my feelings before wasn’t that difficult. Why is it difficult to express myself now?! Of all times, why now? Ugh… anyways…

My lips were pursed together in annoyance. I paused for a while, letting my pen down on the paper. My feelings were completely jumbled. I don't want to continue writing like an idiot without any proper idea after all. I took a moment to observe the surroundings outside before continuing on. It works for me to think straight.

Jaeden…he… He’s kind and friendly, albeit shy. I felt like I was in a whole new world when I was with him. Meeting him was fate. I wouldn’t admit that it was just a coincidence. No. I wouldn’t accept that. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast when speaking to him. My body was sweating bullets when near him. My face was blushing when we were seeing eye to eye. It was just…wonderful. It was like I was in a fantasy. My fantasy.

Not only that, when I first saw him, I felt like I had a purpose in life. His acting skills inspired me. It was like I was drawn to him. I know that I’m a loner and only good at drawing, but…it doesn’t hurt to try…right? After watching him in movies and observing him on his blogs, I had this sudden urge to experience being with him. He had made friends. Great friends. While I… I’m just a loner. Whenever I think about him, my life seems to become better. My spirits were lifted like he was the cure. 

I didn't realize the smile etched on my face as I wrote this. 

I was so ecstatic that I didn’t want to wake up. It felt like a dream. A wondrous dream. But…dreams don’t last. Just like always, we have to wake up. Despite having him as an inspiration, my insecurities are still killing me. I had no talent for acting. I’m not good with people. I am shy. I am awkward. I’m…. helpless. Just by looking at us, the answer was very obvious.

Though, as soon as it was, my smile transformed again into a frown. 

There is no way for me to stand in the same podium as he is. I have no rights. I’m just a petty commoner. He’s a great actor. I have no friends. He had tons. I am talent-less. He is brilliant. And so on and so forth. The differences are just many. Our gap is too big. While he shines in the light, I am here, watching him from the darkness. He is so far away that all I can do is look up to him. I can’t seem to reach him at all.

I let out a defeated sigh, pausing for a bit. I twirled the pen in between my fingers as I let my gaze fall onto the scenery outside. It was such a wonderful day today. The skies were blue, there were some white, fluffy clouds drifting through the horizon, the trees were swaying softly, the fallen leaves were floating, and the citizens were going on their daily tasks. My eyes gradually softened and tears quietly cascaded down my cheeks.

Maybe it’s better if I should give up… After all, we live in opposite worlds.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

A Description of Jerusalem’s Sins

1 YAHWEH spoke his word to me. He said, 2 “Son of man, make known to the people of Jerusalem the disgusting things they have done. 3 Tell them, ‘This is what ADONAY YAHWEH says to the people of Jerusalem: Your birthplace and your ancestors were in the land of the Canaanites. Your father was an Amorite, and your mother was a Hittite. 4 When you were born, your umbilical cord wasn’t cut. You weren’t washed with water to make you clean. You weren’t rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloth. 5 No one who saw you felt sorry enough for you to do any of these things. But you were thrown into an open field. You were rejected when you were born.

6 “‘Then I went by you and saw you kicking around in your own blood. I said to you, “Live.” 7 I made you grow like a plant in the field. You grew up, matured, and became a young woman. Your breasts developed, and your hair grew. Yet, you were naked and bare.

8 “‘I went by you again and looked at you. You were old enough to make love to. So I spread my robe over you, and covered your naked body. I promised to love you, and I exchanged marriage vows with you. You became mine, declares ADONAY YAHWEH.

9 “‘Then I bathed you with water, and I washed off your blood. I poured olive oil over you. 10 I put an embroidered dress on you and fine leather sandals on your feet. I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with silk. 11 I gave you jewelry. I put bracelets on your wrists and a necklace around your neck. 12 I put a ring in your nose, earrings on your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head. 13 So you wore gold and silver jewelry. You were dressed in fine linen, silk, and embroidered clothes. Your food was flour, honey, and olive oil. You were very beautiful, and eventually you became a queen. 14 You became famous in every nation because of your beauty. Your beauty was perfect because I gave you my glory, declares ADONAY YAHWEH.

15 “‘But you trusted your beauty, and you used your fame to become a prostitute. You had sex with everyone who walked by. 16 You took some of your clothes and made your worship sites colorful. This is where you acted like a prostitute. Such things shouldn’t happen. They shouldn’t occur. 17 You took your beautiful gold and silver jewelry that I had given you and made male idols for yourself. Then you committed adultery with them. 18 You took off your embroidered clothes and covered the idols with them. You offered my olive oil and incense in their presence. 19 You also offered them sweet and fragrant sacrifices. You gave flour, olive oil, and honey—all the food that I gave you to eat. This is what happened, declares ADONAY YAHWEH.

20 “‘You took your sons and daughters, who belonged to me, and you sacrificed them as food to idols. Wasn’t your prostitution enough? 21 You slaughtered my children and presented them as burnt offerings to idols. 22 With all the disgusting things that you did and all your acts of prostitution, you didn’t remember the time when you were young. You didn’t remember when you were naked and bare, kicking around in your own blood.

23 “‘How horrible! How horrible it will be for you! declares ADONAY YAHWEH. After all your wickedness, 24 you built yourself platforms and illegal worship sites in every city square. 25 You also built worship sites at the head of every street. You used your beauty to seduce people there. You offered your body to everyone who passed by. You increased your acts of prostitution. 26 You had sex with your lustful neighbors, the Egyptians. You used your prostitution to make me angry.

27 “‘So I used my power against you. I took away some of your land, and I handed you over to your greedy enemies, the Philistines, who were ashamed of what you had done.

28 “‘You had sex with the Assyrians because you weren’t satisfied. You still weren’t satisfied. 29 So you increased your acts of prostitution to include the land of the merchants, the Babylonians. Even after that, you weren’t satisfied.

30 “‘You have no will power! declares Adonay Yahweh. You do everything a shameless prostitute does. 31 You build your platforms at the head of every street and place your illegal worship sites in every square. Yet, you aren’t like other prostitutes, because you don’t want to be paid. 32 You are an adulterous wife who prefers strangers to her husband. 33 All prostitutes get paid. But you give gifts to all your lovers and bribe them to come to you from all directions to have sex with you. 34 You are a different kind of prostitute. No one goes after you for favors. You are the opposite. You pay them, and you don’t accept payment. — Ezekiel 16:1-34 | Names of God Bible (NOG) The Names of God Bible (without notes) © 2011 by Baker Publishing Group. Cross References: Genesis 22:16; Genesis 24:22; Genesis 24:47; Genesis 38:24; Exodus 1:7; Exodus 13:2; Exodus 26:36; Deuteronomy 32:10; Joshua 13:4; Ruth 3:3; 1 Samuel 10:1; 1 Kings 10:1; 1 Kings 14:23; 2 Kings 16:7; 2 Kings 17:17; 2 Kings 23:7; Psalm 129:1; Proverbs 9:13-14; Isaiah 9:12; Isaiah 52:3; Isaiah 57:8-9; Isaiah 58:1; Jeremiah 3:1; Ezekiel 14:14; Ezekiel 15:8; Hosea 2:3; Hosea 2:8; Hosea 2:13; Hosea 8:9; James 4:4

[ficklecat]

My OCs, aka Axel’s Brainpals

I have many hyperfixations, my friends. Some of them I even create myself, as a treat, that way there is truly no escape nor end to my suffering 😌

These three are OCs of mine that are very dear to my heart, who I have crafted lovingly and who are currently running amok in my google docs. I’ve dubbed them/their story “Epiphytes” for now. They are set in modern day (2010s) and are continuously evolving to become more unique and fleshed out as I write them. I hope you enjoy learning about them and please feel free to send me any questions if you’re interested in knowing more!!

Phineas “Finn” Morgan

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: February 25 (Pisces)

Appearance: about 5’ 10”, but looks taller due to his long limbs, swimmer’s build, white hair/skin and violet-red eyes due to albinism, androgynous features especially in face and hands, doesn’t wear glasses often but has them (prefers contacts), very poor vision, loppish wavy hair that can often be unruly/windswept looking

Personality: subdued but friendly, a little socially awkward at times but often endearing, tendency for skittishness which he can overcompensate for by being overly sincere, fiercely loyal and protective, a little codependent, fretful nature but is earnest in his attempt to trust people and remain calm, anxiety/PTSD which manifests in periodic insomnia that makes him forgetful/emotional, intelligent and bookish but worldly as well with a slight propensity for coming off as just a tiny bit pretentious, creative and romantic, “soul of a poet” kind of guy

Family: Patrick Alexander Morgan, father (deceased); Heather Morgan, mother (deceased); Kenton “Kenny” Daniels, foster brother

Occupation: teaching assistant, graduate student of classic & romantic literature

Fun facts: plays piano and can sing well but doesn’t, dislikes sweets but loves marshmallows/s’mores, functionally bilingual in Spanish and English, has 4 dogs all named after dogs from famous literature, favourite comfort show is We Bare Bears, favourite food is a BLT on sourdough bread, tea over coffee, loves romcoms and thunderstorms, favourite music is 80s rock/pop but will scream-sing Lana Del Rey and Hozier

Emmanuel José Domingo Alvarez (Manny Domingo)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Gay/Demi

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: June 30 (Cancer)

Appearance: athletic build, bulky and toned, around 5’ 8”, brown skin and eyes (Guatemalan), curly black hair which he keeps relatively short along with short facial hair (scruff), strong jawline and nose, large mouth and “smiling” eyes, sort of “hunky/dreamy” looking

Personality: extremely sweet and loving, happy-go-lucky, very emotionally insightful and empathetic, can be over protective and over enthusiastic at times, optimistic but not unrealistic, though sometimes can fall prey to toxic positivity (doesn’t like to dwell on negative emotion which can make him bottle things up), often assumes the role of mediator or peace keeper but does it more out of love than fear of conflict, animal lover, seems like the “dumb jock” but is very thoughtful, strong sense of equality, teacher’s pet vibes but genuinely because he likes school, charismatic and respectful, “will try anything once” kind of guy

Family: Santiago “Diego” Domingo, father; Mariana Alvarez, mother; 1 younger brother he doesn’t know

Occupation: physical trainer, graduate student of physical therapy

Fun facts: excellent dancer, sweet tooth/snacky in general, bilingual in Spanish and English, can get competitive especially during sports, loves board games for this reason, favourite comfort show is whatever anime he’s currently binging, black coffee, favourite food is anything his dad makes or Pad Thai, also loves romcoms, favourite music is 80s hits and 90s alt punk (big fan of Sublime and Green Day)

Violet Roberta Hughes

Age: 21

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Cisgender female

Birthday: November 2 (Scorpio)

Appearance: short (5 feet), very soft features all around, midsize/curvy, green eyes and LOTS of dark black-brown hair that is wavy/loosely curly naturally, “luscious” lips and demure/angelic facial features, doe-like eyes, higher cheekbones

Personality: dynamic and magnetic, she says what she means, but has a tendency to fall in love fast and then get hurt hard after, wants people to be better than they are, passionate and outspoken, sometimes too forgiving of people especially if she loves them, perfectionist at times with things she feels are important, takes herself seriously but doesn’t let it prevent her from finding joy in small things, determined when trying new things, open-minded and affectionate, a little dorky when she’s comfortable

Family: Nadine Hughes, mother; Robert Hughes, father; Patricia “Trisha” Long, step-mother

Occupation: undergraduate student, biology

Fun facts: LOVES dogs, enjoys arts and crafts and homemade gifts, really good cook but a better baker, went through a “goth phase” in high school but still loves the aesthetic, loves horror movies, favourite comfort show is American Horror Story (season one) or Breaking Bad, loves flavoured lattes and is definitely a Starbucks girly, favourite food is sushi/poke, favourite music is 00s alternative (FOB/Panic), also likes Mitski, Mother Mother, and modern folk/indie

Relationship

Finn & Manny grew up together and had an established, borderline codependent relationship before Violet was introduced. After many years and various iterations of their friendship and love, Finn & Manny decided on an open relationship, and about 2 years later, Finn met and fell very hard in love with Violet. At first, Violet was worried about engaging in non monogamy but now self-identifies as polyamorous. The three of them are essentially a “throuple” with no primary partnership. They each have a different type of bond with the other but overall they’re SO very much in love with each other. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I could scream more about them but I’ll chill for now 😜 Thanks for letting me blabber about these three I love them they are tiny babies I carry them in my pocket every day.

[littleperilstories]

Whumptober 2022: #21 :: Famous Last Words

Whumptober Masterpost Coughing up Blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

Whumpees: Ash Levin, Laramie Jonas, Ivy Levin

Whumper: Douglas Heminworth

@whumptober-archive / @whumptober

CW: fantasy poison/drugs, restraints (rope), gag (cloth), death threats (verbal, gun pointing), blood (coughing, vomiting)

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The Curiosity Collector

Ash’s body was slick with sweat. Enough time had passed that the paralysing poison had worn off, and now rope dug into his body, pulled tight. If he could see clearly, he might have seen blood flowing from scraped, rope-burned skin on his wrists. But all Ash could do was scream.

Eternities. Eternities had passed since Douglas Heminworth, collector of curious creatures, had dosed Ash with the potion that was supposed to steal away his senses and his free will.

And it had not worked.

But the poison was like fire in Ash’s blood, and his throat was raw from screaming. Everything blazed, everything was a flame licking his skin, everything was a torment.

I’m going to die here.

Coherent thoughts were few and far between in Ash’s mind, but this was one that was simple and true enough to repeat over and over again.

I am going to die here.

And for what? Because some depraved human had wanted another witch for his collection of mindless slaves, and Ash had been the unlucky winner of the role?

“I don’t understand it,” Heminworth said, staring down at him. It was all he was doing now. He didn’t even seem bothered by the screaming since he'd stuffed a cloth in Ash’s mouth to muffle the sound. “Why doesn’t it work on you?”

Ash’s body was slick with sweat. Enough time had passed that the paralysing poison had worn off, and now rope dug into his body, pulled tight. If he could see clearly, he might have seen blood flowing from scraped, rope-burned skin on his wrists.

But all Ash could do was scream.

#

Douglas was utterly delighted when little Ash Levin’s would-be rescuers—who had been spotted by one of his patrolmen at least a mile up the road—barrelled into his house. He didn’t even have Conri or the others fetch them for him. He let the male and female creatures walk right into his study.

“Hello there,” he said pleasantly. “Welcome. Would you like some tea?”

The female went for him almost immediately. “Where is my brother, you sick human bastard?”

Douglas didn’t move. What she didn’t know, what none of his collectibles knew—even Ash Levin and his damned disobedient mind—was that amongst the hoard of rings and ornaments around his neck was one particularly exceptional talisman.

Protection from harm.

Witches were sickening creatures, all of them, but some produced useful trinkets every now and then.

And while he wore the protection charm, Douglas reassured himself smugly, he was nigh on untouchable.

The girl flew back as the charm came to life, casting a protective net around him. Douglas laughed.

The male was preternaturally still as he watched the girl leap back to her feet.

“How are you doing that?” she spat. “Humans don’t have magic.” She bared her teeth. “They don’t have a right to magic.”

“And yet,” Douglas said, smiling at her, “it appears that I do.”

He flicked his gaze back to the male, who still hadn’t moved. A handsome specimen, that one, if a little unnerving, the way he stared.

“You don’t fear us,” he said.

“But you fear me,” Douglas returned.

“You took Ash. We want him back.”

Douglas laughed. “All right.”

The look on their faces was absolutely priceless.

“I’m afraid,” Douglas said, “that there’s something wrong with that one. He must be damaged in some way—he does not suit my purposes, I’m afraid. I have no more use for him.”

The talisman bloomed warmth against his skin, casting the protection spell just in time before the male drove a knife into his heart.

“Foolish boy,” Douglas said. “Didn’t you learn from her mistake?”

The female was still panting, trembling with barely curbed rage. “Take me to my brother. Now.” Her eyes narrowed. “Or I will tear this house of horrors apart brick by brick until I find him.”

Douglas grinned. “Of course, witchling. Follow me.”

#

Laramie knew this had to be a trap. There was nothing else it could be.

Why else would the human let them into his house so eagerly? Without a fight?

Ivy walked ahead, keeping pace with the human, her ring still glowing. She was going to pass out soon if she didn’t give her powers a rest. All magic has a cost—one of the immutable laws of witches’ magic.

The human led them down a staircase, and Laramie’s skin prickled. That humans so loved to be cooped up behind thick walls was beyond understanding. That they burrowed into the ground like worms, building entire rooms beneath their suffocating houses, was even more baffling. A warped, twisted way of living. He didn’t understand how it could possibly be living at all.

Ash was unconscious, bound with ropes to a wooden chair, his head hanging limply against his chest. Ivy gave a strangled cry and darted forward.

“He couldn’t take the potion,” the human said, his voice tinged with genuine disappointment, even sorrow. “He is utterly useless.”

Laramie’s entire body twitched. How dare he? How dare he speak about Ash Levin that way?

“I will find a way to end your life,” Laramie promised him.

The human smiled broadly. “We shall see, young man—er, witch.” He chuckled. “We shall see.”

“Ash!” Ivy was already slicing through the ropes with raw power, no blade in sight. “Ash, wake up, please, it’s me, it’s Ivy, wake up—”

“I’m sure he’s exhausted,” said the human. “He was in quite a lot of pain.”

Laramie’s knees buckled, but he managed to stay upright. “You will have me to reckon with, human, if he does not recover.”

“Yes, yes.” The man waved his hands in the air, unperturbed. “He’ll be fine. The potion will wear off. I imagine he’ll have rather a sore throat for a little while, though.”

The memory of the screams he and Ivy had heard ripped through Laramie’s mind.

“Ash, open your eyes.” Ivy ripped the cloth from Ash’s mouth. “I’m here, I’m going to take you home. You’re safe, you’re safe now. You’re going home.”

Ash gasped as he woke, and as his eyes opened, he began to cough. Flecks of blood flew from his mouth, painting grim speckles across Ivy’s shoulder. She gave a soft, shuddering gasp and wrapped him in an embrace.

“Ivy…”

The voice could not be Ash’s—weak, scraping, unfamiliar. Tears burned Laramie’s eyes.

What did this bastard do to you?

“Don’t talk, it’s all right,” Ivy said, pulling him upright. Laramie shot forward to catch Ash’s other arm before he tumbled to the floor.

“Am…I…dead?”

“No,” Laramie promised. “You’ve alive. We’ve got you.”

“Lar…”

“You’re going home.”

Across the room, a servant emerged from the shadows and pulled the basement door closed. The click sounded through the room, more deafening than anything Laramie had ever heard.

No. Laramie straightened his back. I fucking knew it. “What’s this now?”

The human was smiling, a slithery thing, false and corrupt. “There is one matter left to discuss.”

“Let us out,” Ivy growled, the glow of her ring illuminating the fanatical gleam in the man’s eyes. Laramie held onto Ash a little tighter. Just in case Ivy decided to leap at the human in an ill-fated second attempt to murder him.

“I’m afraid one of you is going to have to stay.” The man’s mouth quirked upwards slightly, but the beaming smile was gone, replaced with deadly seriousness. “I paid for those trappers to find me a witch, and I shall have one. This one is not good for what I need. One of you, however, will do nicely.”

Ivy snarled, “If you think that’s funny, human, you—”

“I assure you,” said the man, “I am being quite sincere.”

Another servant, blank-eyed and expressionless, had appeared in front of the closed basement door.

“If you refuse to cooperate,” the human went on, “I shall have to make some very difficult choices rather quickly.”

“Such as?” Calm, that’s what he was. Who he was. Calm, unruffled, never panicked. Laramie’s grip tightened on Ash.

“The most desirable—and advisable, I may say—solution is, of course, for one of you to remain here in place of young Ash, while the other takes him back to…” He waved his fingers vaguely. “...wherever he came from.” His eyes narrowed. “However, should that not be acceptable to the two of you, I’m afraid I will have to choose between keeping all three of you…or killing the lot of you.”

Laramie found he couldn't breathe.

“Of course…” The human’s smirk was back. “I could always just kill Ash right now, since he’s worthless to me, and keep the two of you…”

The man pulled a pistol, gleaming silver in the soft light of Ivy’s ring, and pointed it directly at Ash.

“No!”

The word was out of Laramie’s mouth almost before he’d finished thinking it. He’d found his breath again, but it was uneven, frayed, difficult to keep steady. He repeated himself, the room spinning around him. “No.”

The human’s gaze fell on him, his hand still raised, the barrel still directed squarely at Ash’s forehead. “Do you have a different resolution in mind?” he asked softly.

Ash’s silver eyes were dim as they took in the gun. Exhausted as they slid his gaze over to Laramie. Their fingers, still entwined, tightened against each other..

“Take me,” Laramie said, and he slipped away from Ash, hoping Ivy had strength enough to get him out herself. “Take me instead, then.”

“No,” Ash rasped. “Laramie, what are you—” He coughed, and more blood sprayed from his mouth. “Don’t do this, Lar, don’t—”

If I had to—to let him go—if it was best for him—I would.

“You heard me,” Laramie said. He didn’t look back at Ivy. At Ash. He kept his gaze on the human’s face. That wide, delighted grin. “I’ll stay. Let them go.”

The pistol was still pointed at Ash, but the hardness had gone from the man’s eyes. Joy, a drunken sort of triumph, danced there instead. “On your knees, boy.”

Shaking, Laramie knelt. The basement floor was cold against his legs.

“Put your hands where I can see them. One on each knee will do.”

As Laramie obeyed, he heard a sob from behind him. “Laramie, don’t—”

“What’s your name, witch?”

“Laramie.” He kept his eyes on his hands. He couldn’t face this, couldn’t face the human looming over him. “Laramie Jonas.”

The man nodded, repeating the name softly to himself, and then he swung his arm, the butt of the pistol cracking against the side of Laramie’s head. The world tilted.

“No!”

Ash had wrenched himself free of Ivy’s grasp, but he was not strong enough to stand. Laramie peered at him from where he lay on the floor, blinking blood out of his eyes.

Fight, that was what he always did. He fought back.

And he would.

As soon as Ash was safe.

“Hold your tongue, Ash Levin,” the human barked. “Laramie has made his decision. You’re free to go.” He grinned. “But if I ever see you here again—either of you—” The grin vanished. “I’ll kill him myself. I’ll make you watch. And then I’ll kill you.”

This time, it was the muzzle that connected with Laramie’s skin, pressing against his temple, cold and loaded with promise. “I suggest,” the human said, “you get out of here so Laramie and I may become better acquainted.”

“No—” Ash was gasping, crying out, coughing, his voice cracking. “Don’t do this, don’t do it to him, not him—”

“Get them out of here,” the human ordered, and the servants moved from the door.

Witches, Laramie realized too late. Their silver eyes glinted, giving them away for what they were. Witches doing the bidding of a human.

He did something to them to make them obey.

He’s going to do the same to me.

Ivy tried to fight them off, but her power was guttering. Just as he’d predicted.

I’ll find you again, Ash Levin, he promised silently, as the love of his life was dragged away, the agonized cries echoing into the night.

#

When Ash awoke, everything hurt.

The coppery tang in his mouth made him want to vomit. Why could he taste blood? Where was he? What had—

He sat up, and the motion made him cry out, then retch. What little he managed to bring up was tinged with pink.

Laramie.

Laramie.

Laramie.

Laramie.

He didn’t realize he was saying his love’s name out loud, didn’t realize he was screaming in his scoured sandpaper voice, until he felt Ivy’s hand on his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “He’s—”

He’s gone.

He’d stayed behind, taken his place in Douglas Heminworth’s collection.

Ash vomited again.

“Why?” he moaned. “How could he…”

Ivy was quiet. As Ash took in the canals of blood that ran down her face and onto her neck, he wondered if she was hurt worse  from her struggle with Heminworth’s servants than she was letting on, if she hadn’t even heard or understood. Finally, she looked at him, her silver eyes rimmed in red.

“Because he loves you,” she said softly. “Because he wanted to save you.”

“He did save me,” Ash said, and then he was crying, sobbing, something he hadn’t done when he awoke in Heminworth’s house, or when he’d lain awake wondering if he’d ever see his coven or his love again. The anger, the drive to just keep surviving collapsed in a pile of rubble, and all that was left was grief.

“We have—” He battled for control over his anguish. “We have to get him out of there.”

Ivy wrapped her arms around him. “He was going to kill you, Ash. And he will kill you if you go back.”

“The coven—they’ll help—if we all go—”

Her silence told him how likely she thought that was.

“We’ll figure something out,” she said gently. “We need to get home. And you need to heal.”

Heal?

Home was behind him; healing was out of reach.

The woods were chilly, the last dregs of winter still clinging to the air even though spring had begun. Ash shivered as he walked, Ivy clinging tightly to his hand as if she might never let go. His bare feet scraped against stones and fallen twigs, but he barely felt the way they bit into his skin. He barely felt the cold.

The only thing Ash could feel was pain.

The ring on his finger soothed him, the one thing he could always hold onto, the one thing that made Ash Levin a witch of the Coven of the—

Heminworth took my ring.

Ash wrenched his hand from Ivy’s, and she turned, looking offended, until she saw what he was gaping at.

A ring, snowy in colour, glittering and pearl-like. Tendrils twisted into one entity.

Ivy gasped. “How—”

“Heminworth stole my ring,” Ash said hoarsely. “He—he still has it. This is Laramie’s.”

How his love had known to ensure that Heminworth couldn’t take his ring, Ash didn’t know. Perhaps it had been a lucky guess. Perhaps, thinking they were about to say goodbye forever, he’d wanted Ash to have it. But a warmth burned through him as he gazed down at the pale band upon his finger.

The human bastard didn’t have Laramie’s ring. He had Laramie’s ring. A piece of him, safe and untouched by wicked human hands. A piece of Laramie Jonas to hold onto, even if the potion that had snatched away the other witches’ minds stole his, too.

No, Ash decided. That wouldn’t happen. He simply wouldn’t allow it.

“You can’t use it, though,” Ivy said nervously. “Can you?”

Ash put his hand down. It wasn’t right to use another witch’s ring, not without their permission. But Laramie had given his freely.

“I’ll try,” he said, “but not now.” Pain scratched at his ruined throat. Too much talking. Too much exhaustion.

I’ll get you out of there, Laramie Jonas, he promised, looking up at the sky. The moon was bright, gazing down at him, caressing his face with her light. Ivy’s ring would be basking in the brilliant moonshine, renewing its power under the brilliant celestial face. Laramie’s ring did not respond to the kiss of moonlight, and Ash regretted every time he had hesitated to ask which coven his love had come from—the coven he had left long ago.

I’ll get you out of there, and I will learn everything about you I was ever too nervous to ask. He wanted to kick himself now for not making the most of the time they’d had together.

But there would be more time. He’d make sure of it.

I’ll save you, Lar, and when I have you in my arms you again, I am never letting you go.