#sigh im so busy but i wanted to participate

[deathclassic]

Gallacrafts || Theme 16 || Holiday Cards

Dear: New Shameless Friends

Thank you for a wonderful, creative and welcoming year. Thank you for all the support + kindness you’ve all shown me. You’re all so lovely and I am in awe of all your talents

Love: Molly aka deathclassic

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[jistagrams]

who lasted the longest during nnn (no nut november) riize edition

bf!riize x afab!reader

warnings: suggestive, slight smut, pet names, soft dom! / hard!dom type shit for them all🤭🤭, eunseok calls u whore & slut, oral (both r receiving) , degradation if u squint, praising, fluff, lmk if I missed any

shotaro: 26 days

shotaro def tried to last longer than anyone in riize, only cus he has control and him being so busy with his schedule he didn’t have much time to see you or even get off by himself 😭, but once he saw you he literally went batshit crazy. like YOU in THAT outfit? he couldn’t take it anymore, had to have you right in that second.

“taro calm down..” you whined underneath him, “cant, fuck” one hand gripping onto your waist as the other rubbed your clit deliciously, throwing out compliments. “you take me so good you know that? shit, baby stop clenching, m’ gon-“ he moaned loudly as he came, falling down onto you. twitching slightly.

eunseok: 23 days

he was doing so good, keeping himself busy with his schedule like shotaro and hanging out with friends, shit he even made fun of his friends who lost during the first few weeks, he was excited to see you on thanksgiving since it’s been so long, thinking it would be a cute and adorable reunion. but oh was he so wrong. He didn’t expect to have his dick down your throat in his childhood room.

“such a fucking slut, just wants my dick in you at all times.” he grunted out as he held you down on it, gripping onto your hair with both hands to fuck your throat, tears fell down as he laughed slightly. “whore.” He grumbled while throwing his head back and letting go of your hair to let you do the rest of the work.

sungchan: 10 days

yeah, ten days, during those 10 days he was acting all cocky and laughing at his friends who lost before him, saying how they can’t keep it in their pants, meanwhile the whole time he was fighting DEMONS to keep his in his pants. kinda hard to when he lives with his wonderful partner, who just so happened to not be participating in nnn, (And who also didn’t want him to participate..)

“sungieeee~” you cooed while getting in his lap, he looked at you confused, “what’s up baby?” He held your hips almost immediately when you plopped down onto him, just great, just exactly what he needed. you started to grind on him softly, his eyes went wide as you placed your arms around his neck. “yn.. did you forget?” he sighed softly, the feeling was too good to stop you, “you don’t even win anything out of this” you whined quietly. he threw his head back, perfect to kiss his neck. “maybe I could lose just this once”

wonbin: 3 days

reason he only lasted 3 days was cause of you and the way you were acting, he was getting too cocky during October saying “oh ima win nnn for sure, bet u won’t even last a minute” and so on and so on, so you decided to test him, see if he could really pass nnn. It started off with small touches, small pecks that weren’t really small pecks instead they were long makeout sessions leaving him after touching him like you were deprived. This kept going till he couldn’t handle it anymore,

“think it’s cute to tease me?” he laughed softly as he slid two fingers in, setting a fast pace already. “bin, need you” you begged him as you held onto the hand that was between your thighs, he scoffs at your begging and goes faster than the original pace, “think im gonna reward you with my dick after all your teasing? your funny”

seunghan: 0 days

bro didn’t even get to start it, was already fucking on Halloween, definitely was the member in riize that was getting bullied for not even lasting a day.

“slow down fuck seung” you gasped, gripping onto his hair, “gon fuck you into the next day, yeah? you would like that wouldn’t you?” he laughed while putting your legs up to your chest, “your gunna fail nnn already” you let a breathy chuckle out whole pointing to clock next to the bed, “don’t care, at least I can do this everyday”

sohee: 4 days

idk I feel like he wouldn’t even try to participate, his sex drive isn’t just isn’t as crazy as most people, he could probably go like 5 days max without sex but you on the other hand? you always want him, any type of way. so obviously you were the one to break his “streak”

“your so needy baby” he cooed while kissing your face, holding your hand as he slid in, “can’t help it” you whined softly, tightening your grip on his hand. “your too handsome, makes me want you” he blushed and giggled at your word, he gets so geeked when you call him handsome <3

anton: 30 days

he took this sersiously guys, told you and himself that if he lost he was gonna leave riize. Said he didn’t wanna be teased for losing so he took the long measures to win, this means he literally avoided you like the bubonic plague. Oh you wanted to kiss him? Sure but nothing more than a peck, You wanted a hug? a small side hug will do, you were needy? Well…he could make some arrangements, can’t let his baby suffer like him <3

“you sure you don’t want anything in return?” you asked him, holding the hand in between your legs, softly rubbing his head with your other hand. “cant lose baby” he replied. “not even getting anything out of it” you mumbled, “uh yeah, satisfaction of winning” he spoke like it was obvious.

[chaostudee]

third time's a charm - p.p

pairing : peter parker x female reader summary : it takes three attempts before peter can successfully pop the question. warnings : none? words : 2.2k a/n : this may or may not be based on that one friends episode. also this has not been proofread so im sorry for any mistakes &lt;3

peter had been debating on proposing for awhile now though there was little thought put into the whole ordeal for there had needn't be. peter knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted to spend the rest of life with the person he loved the most. he could only hope that you would wish the same.

"you know i'm not particularly comfortable in participating in the picking out of my daughter's engagement ring" tony confessed as he stood with peter in the jewelers.

in truth peter had not decided to bring tony along for the reason he believed, for the support of a father figure. the main reasoning was for financial reasons as it is a known fact that tony stark is not experiencing money problems though peter parker is.

"well i'm sorry but all the others were busy" peter admits with a shrug as he digs his hands deeper in the pockets of his jacket. tony tries to keep a straight face as he looks downward at him as he is in the know that the others were not in fact overwhelmed by their hectic schedules.

a year ago, peter would have never expected to be where he stood now. last year he had given up on the whole idea of spending the rest of your life with someone when mj had rejected his own proposition to married life. at first he was hurt in her rejection but now looking back he understands.

" so kid" tony rubs his hands together and looks around the store waringly as though a mob of fans might barge through but he had reserved the jewlers for a set time. "you see anything you fancy or y/n might fancy should i say".

peter seems to be starstruck with the selection in front of him, disallowing him the ability to respond. the numerous diamonds regulated an energy that glistened and glimmered in the early morning sun.

" i mean they are all great tony.....". peter looks over at tony only to find him glaring back at him due to use of his first name. "m-mr. stark" he corrected himself, bringing his eyes back to the display.

he scanned the many rows that held the content that he desired and his eyes widened at the costing prices. lets just say that he was glad of his accompaniment with a millionaire.

"that one". peter points to a certain ring that caught his eye. it was different from the rest but in a way that stood apart from the others, holding its own radiance. peter had witnessed this before. this feeling. it was when he met you.

tony nods and gestures to the man at the counter. as he pulls out his card to process the transaction tony can't help but smother a smile as peter stares longingly at the ring. maybe he wasn't so pleased that his daughter was leaving him but glad that she would have peter.

...

"so you're really doing this?" ned confirms as he flips open the velvet box to examine the ring once again.

peter stood in front of the mirror and for the eleventh time he adjusted his tie. any way that he looked at it, it appeared crooked and crumpled. it had to look perfect. tonight would have to be perfect.

"yes ned i am" peter says turning around to find him sitting on the bed and in the dim light of his room, watch how the diamond sparkled in the light. "is my tie okay?".

ned snaps the box shut and sighs to himself before pulling himself up from the bed. it was obvious that peter was nervous. "dude it looks great, you'll be great". with one last tug ned fixes the tie and this time it meets peter's standards.

"thanks man". peter takes one last look in the mirror, smoothing down his hair and then checking the time briefly on his watch. overtime it had become damaged yet he refused to take it off with it being the only memory he held from his father.

"ring" peter instructs ned to hand him the box. ned hands it over and when peter pictures it on your wedding finger he can feel the butterflies in his stomach. he's unsure whether it is nerves or the effect you have on him, most likely both.

...

"do you know what you're celebrating?" natasha asks as she pulls her gaze from the back of your head, the curler held firmly in her hand.

you shrug because you can't even confirm that it is an occasion but it seemed far too fancy and nostalgic to be heading to the restaurant where you had your first date wearing a tight black dress, simply because he wanted to take you out for dinner.

things between you and peter had been great recently, so great in fact that you had lingered outside a jewellers one friday morning.

you smiled to yourself as you spotted a ring in the mirror. you imagined peter getting down on one knee and him popping the question. but a girl can dream.

"all done" natasha said as she released your hair from the curler, running her fingers through your curls.

"thanks babes" you reply looking back at your reflection in the mirror.

laying her head on your shoulder nat smiles at you. "you look beautiful y/n".

you chuckle. "thanks, hopefully peter thinks the same".

nat pulls away from you giving you a shocked expression. "girl be so for real, peter is so in love with you that you could wear a paper bag and he'd still think you were attractive".

...

peter nervously fiddled with the cuff of his suit jacket as you and him stood in the entrance on the restaurant, waiting to be seated.

"you okay?" you ask noticing your boyfriends state.

peter exhales and smiles over at you. he squeezes your hand and then kisses your forehead softly.

"of course, i'm here with you".

you could'nt help but smile. he could always make you smile.

"i love this dress by the way" he states, running his fingers along the sheer fabric.

"oh you do?" you tease knowing that by the way his eyes sparkled he was thinking about your first date.

"you look more beautiful then our first date, if that's even possible".

god this man. he was forever giving you compliments that made your heart skip a beat. one of these days you were going to have a heart attack.

you are pulled from your moment when you hear clapping and cheering nearby. you turn to see the couple nearby. the women held the engagement ring in the palm of her hand still covered in cake crumbs. still in shock she watched as her partner got down on one knee. he asked the obvious question and everyone wanted on in anticipation.

milliseconds after she nods then says yess. everyone claps before going back to their food.

"that was cute" peter states, taking a bite of his cheesecake.

you shrug. "sure, but i'd hate to be proposed to that way it's kinda....cheesy".

peters face drops at your comment. just as your fork is about to sink into the cake he pulls it from your grasp.

"hey what the hell?!".

"you can't have this"

"why not?"

"y/n...."

you ignore him and take a bite but stop when you see something glistening inside.

you look up at peter bit he hangs his head knowing that you had spotted it.

"peter...."

he shakes his head begging you not to talk, instead calling the waiter over for the bill.

...

"i'm telling you nat i've never felt so guilty in my life, like i literally told him outright that i thought it was cheesy".

nat tuts and paces your room deep in thought.

throwing your hands up in the air you sigh. "god nat he hasn't even properly spoken to me all week, everytime i bring it up he just changes the subject i-".

"why don't you propose to him?".

nat catches you off guard.

noticing your silence she elaborates. "i mean he won't expect it and i dont know i think it would be cute".

you ponder for a moment and smile to yourself when you remember the ring you had tucked away in your bottom dresser.

nat watches as you pull out the box and gasps when she realises what it is.

"holy shit y/n when did you get this?!"

you blush. "about a year ago....".

nat face softens. "and you wouldn't even admit you were in love with him" she scoffs with an eyeroll.

you jab her with your elbow and she laughs.

"ask him"she says sternly.

you smile and nod. "i will".

...

your heart thumped fast in your chest. it was an early saturday morning and you were waiting for peter. you had told him to meet you at your favourite spot. a willow tree hanging over a small lake. along with that it was also a park where you and peter had met. you had hoped he would appreciate the sentiment.

peter and you had been distant ever since the restaurant incident but you still had hope. there were a few runners out at this hour and you smiled as woman ran past you.

her dog came running behind her but instead of following her it decides to take a detour and head in your direction.

you had no fear of dogs but this was a pitbull and a big one and it didn't look friendly.

you stood up as it neared and when it started barking you got worried. the woman had gone and simply hadn't noticed her dog had gone missing.

just as the dog was about to punce you jump up onto the bench out of reach.

you close your eyes and try to drown out the noise. you try to change your footing but end up slipping onto the grass nearby. you hear something drop but that isn't your concern when you feel the dog approaching.

luckily the owner came just in time.

"come here max come here!".

"omg are you okay?!" she asks helping you up.

you swallow and nod trying not to show your fear.

"i'm fine don't worry".

she clips the leash onto the dog before apologizing again.

you sigh when the two walk in the other direction.

lookinh out onto the lake you check the time, peter would be here any minute now.

you feel in your pocket for the ring box and your heart stopped when you realised it wasn't there. shit you thought internally. it must have fallen out when you fell. you look around the surrounding area for any sign of it but no luck.

its only when you spot the box bouncing on the waters surface that you had fucked up. and just at that moment peter showed up.

tears began to well in your eyes. you had wanted it to be perfect.

"hey" peter greets you with a smile but it drops when he sees you begin to cry.

he rubs his hands up and down your arms.

"what's wrong darling??" he asks lookinv you straight in the eye as he speaks making it harder for you to get your words out.

you point to the box that had now floated out into the middle of the lake and had now begun to sink.

"is that-"

"i was going to propose to you".

"oh baby.....i'm sorry" he whispers kissing your head.

"i wanted it to be perfect for you" you mumble.

he lifts your chin up with his finger.

"i can't believe you were going to propose".

"well i love you peter".

"i love you too baby".

you chuckle. "two proposals gone wrong, just our rotten luck".

he smiles. "we'll get it right one day".

...

about a month leter peter was sat up in bed admiring his girlfriend as she slept. god she's so beautiful he thought. he traced his hand up her bare arm. god he loved her. he loves every inch of her. he loved how she scrunched her nose when she laughs. he loved how she would always get so worried when he got back from his missons. he loved how she would play with his hands when she was bored. but what he loved the most was that he could call her his.

he loved calling her his girlfriend but truthfully he had become jealous of tony because he could call pepper his wife.

"baby, wake up" he whispered in your ear.

you groan. you had never been a morning person.

"whaaat" you mumble your eyes full of sleep.

"this finger is looking kind of bare".

you open one eye fully to see peter holding your ring finger. he looks up at you mischeviously.

"marry me".

you sit up placing your hands on his cheeks. you put your forehead against his.

you kiss him softly and when you pull away you watch as peter waits anxiously for your answer.

"so...?'

"yess you idiot!!!" you exclaim embracing him and pushing him back down on the bed.

he brushes a piece of hair out of your face and grins when he recalls your new title.

he nuzzles his nose against yours.

"what did i say? third times a charm".

[tonberry-yoda]

I couldnt contain myself again im sorry☹️ Can i pls request No.3 with diavolo for the 1.5k event?

Im js craving diavolo content REAL BAD rn hgrgjfb diavolo my beloved

THANK U SMSM STAY HYDRATED<33333

Cheek Kisses - Diavolo

notes - AHHHH YESSSSS Literally I have never really simped for Diavolo and you converted me dude skdfjsjkldfksjdf And look at me! This was my last request for the event! Thanks so much for participating, it means the world! <3 Lots of love :) word count - 324 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

You sat alone at the dinner table. Again.

You knew that Diavolo was always busy, but you just didn't know with what. He wouldn't tell you anything about his job and you didn't mind if it really was something he couldn't share, but you would at least like to know when he was coming home.

You had a surprise lined up as it was your anniversary, but he still wasn't here, and you were sitting alone at the dinner table, letting the food go cold, letting the candle melt, and letting your nice outfit go to waste.

You ate a little bit, but in the end were to upset to continue, so you packed up the food and blew out the candle before going upstairs and putting on something comfortable. You were going to sleep alone. Again.

You didn't mean to curl up and cry, but you really missed him and missed communication.

You were sniffling in the dark and hugging a pillow, feeling pretty empty.

But then you felt something familiar wipe your tears and you sat up to see Diavolo in the dark.

You wiped your tears yourself, acting as if they weren't there, and Diavolo pet the top of your head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." you whispered.

"Liar," he chuckled. "Tell me."

You sighed and hugged Diavolo, shutting your eyes tight. "It's our anniversary and I wanted to surprise you, but-"

You heard him curse under his breath. "Was it really? Cara, I am so sorry." He pulled back from the hug and cupped your face. "Forgive me. I will do anything for you, my love."

You cried softly while he held you and apologized softly under his breath.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

You shook your head and looked at him with watery eyes. So, he pressed kiss after kiss onto your cheek, telling you exactly how he was going to make it up to you.

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[juanarc-thethird]

An Opportunity Has Arrive Part 15

At the White Fang Headquarters

*Knock Knock*

Jaune: May I come in?

Sienna: Oh Jaune, you came quickly.

Jaune: Well, you said it's an emergency so I came as fast as I could.

Sienna: Excellent and I see that you are wearing comfortable clothes as I asked.

Jaune: Yep, gray pants, a hoodie, and some sneakers. So what's the problem? What do you need me for?

Sienna: Of course. Are you familiar with the No Nut November challenge?

Jaune: Yes, it's very popular on the internet. I participated in that too.

Sienna: *Quielty* That explains Blake's behavior

Jaune: I'm sorry?

Sienna: Any way!… are you familiar with what happens after the month ends?

Jaune: Well… I say nothing. But if we go to the internet well… it would be… Destroy-

Sienna: -Dick December, that is correct.

Jaune: Why are you asking me this?

Sienna: Walk with me, Jaune.

Jaune: Okay?

Jaune follows Sienna as she walks towards a door on the other side of the room.

Sienna: Since I know you are very aware of what is happening. You know very well that sexually active women go through a difficult time during the month of November and release all that stress in the month of December.

Jaune: *Remembering how Willow and Winter acted on the first of December* I have an idea.

Sienna: Well, for faunus women the stress is bigger.

Jaune: So you want the two of us to have...

She stops at the door.

Sienna: Oh no, I don't need that… now. I mean, I don't mind the idea~ *Gropes his ass* But I'm really busy today. Returning to the topic. This problem that I mentioned to you only affects younger women. Women around your age, just to clarify. And unfortunately, for different reasons, they no longer have anyone to vent their frustrations with.

Jaune: What happened with their partners?

Sienna: *Sighs* Where to start, they found enlightenment, they decided to live a life without carnal sin, they don't want to "do it" anymore, take your pick. The fact is that this girls are alone and you are the only person I know who can help them.

Jaune: I don't know. I feel like it's a lot of work.

Sienna: Come on, isn't it like you've never been in a reverse-gangbang before?

Jaune: Yes, but this is… different.

Sienna: I'll give you a PS5.

Jaune: *Serious* Deal

Sienna: Wow, just like that?

Jaune: Do you know how hard it is to get one of those? So yes, I will take the deal.

Sienna: Ok then.

Sienna opens the door. Jaune sees that the room is dark and a very strong smell comes out of it, but not a bad one.

Jaune: *Worry* Why is it dark?

Without receiving a response, Sienna pushes him into the room and she announces at the top of her lungs.

Sienna: Ladies, the stud has arrived! *Slams the door shut*

Jaune: Hold on!

He can't see anything, but he can hear a little giggling. Without having a lamp he uses his aura to light up the room, showing him what awaits him~

Velvet: *Close to his face and happy* You finally arrived!

Jaune: AAH!! Oh my god. Velvet, you scared me.

Velvet: Im sorry it was not my intention.

Jaune: It's okay. You know, the way Sienna described it to me, I thought a girl in your situation would act more… aggressive.

Velvet: Oh, that's because I just got here. I can control myself a little better, but the other girls? They do need a good dicking.

Behind Velvet Jaune she can see several girls getting up from the floor like zombies. Jaune panicked, but Velvet comforted him.

Velvet: Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get hurt....

Jaune smiles

Velvet: ...But I can't say the same about blake.

Jaune: Wait, Blake is here?!

Velvet: Yep, she is right above you.

Jaune looks up and sees yellow eyes looking out from the darkness.

Jaune: Hi-Hi Blake.

Blake: *She lunges towards him*

Jaune: Oh SHiT!!!

Meanwhile outside.

Sienna: *On the phone* Kali, the plan worked. You no longer have to worry about your daughter and the girls under my command can concentrate on their work again.

Kali: *Phone* Really?!

Sienna: Of course, listen. *Puts the phone near the door*

Blake: NYAAA!~💕

Kali: Oh, my baby sounds so happy. By the way, are you going to the Christmas party.

Sienna: Yes I'm going, I already confirmed to Nora that I'll be there.

Kali: Great. Did you buy tickets for the Christmas raffle?~

Sienna: Absolutely~

[baby--b4t]

hey snookums it’s me again :3 I have another minific or bot idea that i’m just leaving here because my ideas are spilling out of my head like soup rn :p

dottore (somehow) being trusted to babysit pantalone’s little, and he just doesn’t know what to do at all. “you want a beer?” “he’s four!!”/ref

the sillies I lub them :3

-🐠

PLEASE KEEP SENDING ME LITTLE IDEAS LIKE THIS (this goes for everyone !!) these ideas help me with my writers block and give me inspiration for other stuff (*^▽^*) I DID KINDA GO OFF TOPIC WITH THIS ONE but its still silly stuff with dottore :3

(minific under the cut)

"Why am I being put in charge of someone with the mental capacity of a child?" Dottore grimaced as he cleaned off one of his counters. He had planned to start on a new experiment today, but it was clear that was going to have to be put on hold for the time being.

"Oh please, dont sound so disgusted by it." Pantalone replied, setting you down in a nearby chair. "I just need you to watch them for a little bit while I attend a meeting. Everyone else is away or busy at the moment. A couple hours is all I ask, Dottore."

Dottore was clearly not the happiest about the situation, but he understood. He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine! But if that little parasite messes with any of my equipment and breaks something, I expect better equipment to replace it with." He grumbled, turning to set a box of flasks aside.

Pantalone smiled slightly, setting down your bag he had packed for you.

"There are snacks, toys, an extra pacifier, and a change of clothes in there for the little one. Oh! There are also a few comfort items in case they start having a meltdown. Take care not to lose those, would you?" The man explained as he gave you a gentle hug. "Now, you be on your best behavior for Dottore, alright darling?"

You whined and tried to keep Pantalone with you, but he left you with Dottore in the end. He knew you would be upset, you always were when he left, but he reassured you he would be back very soon. Dottore watched you for a moment, not entirely sure how to care for someone as vulnerable and innocent as you.

"So... What is it that Im supposed to do with you, parasite?" He asked, leaning on a nearby counter as he seemed to study you. "Do you need fed or something?"

You reached into the bag Pantalone had packed for you and pulled out a small stuffed animal. Dottore tilted his head quizzically.

"A toy? Hm..." He thought for a moment, debating on just putting you on a makeshift leash somewhere until Pantalone came back. Play time wasnt really something he wanted to participate in. He wasnt at all fit to handle such childish things... But he couldnt lie and say he didnt find it intriguing.

"Do you play with it? Like a doll or puppet?" Dottore crouched next to the chair you sat in. You shook your head at him and hugged your stuffy close to your chest.

"Ah, I see. Is it like a companion to you?" Dottore smiled slightly, looking more creepy than happy. That somehow made you giggle. You tried to hide your face a little bit in hopes that he wouldnt see you, but it was fruitless.

"What? Whats so funny to you, parasite-" Dottore frowned slightly, trying to look at your face as you continued to try and hide away from him. The way he spoke and seemed frustrated seemed rather funny to you as well. The giggles wouldnt stop coming out of you no matter how much you tried to suppress them.

After a bit of pestering, Dottore finally just picked you up to get your attention.

"I didnt think looking after you would prove to be... So exhilarating." He mumbled, walking over to a more cleaned out area to keep you for the time being. Be stopped in his tracks as he heard you mimicking him, or what he thought was mimicry. You were just trying to repeat the word 'exhilarating' and figure it out and Dottore took that as you trying to poke fun at him.

Dottore sat you in a small corner with the blanket Pantalone brought you with. He chuckled as he plotted trying to get revenge for your 'mocking', feeling as though being a bit silly at a time like this wouldnt hurt.

"Well, well, well.. A misbehaving brat, hm? I know what will fix that behavior quickly." Dottore smiled once more, moving his hands to your side to try and tickle you. That was the start of a nearly twenty minute tickle battle between the two of you.

Dottore finally admitted defeat and was sat in the corner he originally put you in. He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting slightly.

"Im the adult here. Why do I have to sit in the corner?" He questioned, leaning against the wall slightly. You yawned and babbled something in response to him, but it was all gibberish to the man. He sighed and pulled you close to himself, settling you on his lap.

"Youre yawning so that must mean youre tired, right? How about we play a quieter game that ends in you falling asleep, hm?" Dottore suggested as he moved some hair out of your face. You perked up, reaching into your bag and pulling out a simple story book.

Dottore furrowed his brows under his mask for a moment. He didnt want to read a childrens book, but the pleading look on your fave made him cave.

"Give it here-" He grumbled before opening the front cover. You had shifted a bit, holding your stuffed animal and being covered in your blanket nicely. Dottore made sure to support your body with one arm as he held the book with his other.

"Once upon a time..." The man began to read the story aloud to you, his voice quieting slightly. He felt you starting to relax in his embrace, getting comfortable for your nap. He had no more than finished the story before realizing you fell asleep.

"Well that didnt take long." Dottore mumbled, trying to speak softly to make sure he didnt wake you up. He adjusted the two of you a bit, leaning comfortably against the wall with you all snuggled up in his lap. It wasnt long before he found himself dreaming alongside you.

Pantalone came back into Dottores lab after the meeting, expecting to be met with chaos and tears. The man was worried that Dottore would end up being a bad babysitter or that you couldve gotten into something. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the two of you cuddling, but was a bit confused as to why you were cuddling in a corner.

You sat in Dottores lap, playing with one of your toys as he was still fast asleep. Your naps were quick and easy, so it wasnt surprising to see you were awake after only about an hour of sleeping.

"Well, look at that. You wore poor Dottore out, didnt you sweetheart?" Pantlone chuckled as he reached down to pick you up. He cradled you in his arms, planting a small kiss on the crown of your head.

You looked back down at Dottore, thinking for a moment before trying to throw down your blanket to him. Pantalone saw your efforts and smiled.

"Should we tuck him in so he can finish his nap?" He asked as he set you back down so you could cover him up. You pulled the blanket up further on him, up to his shoulders, before tucking your stuffed animal in with him.

"Such a thoughtful little dear." Pantalone praised, gently ruffling your hair.

[mushiewrites]

Summer Afternoons

the final day of lee!George week....I can't believe this is over already omg. I just wanna thank everyone who participated or encouraged those of us who did, it honestly means so much to me ): ur all adorable and this was so much fun to do ): Anyway, today was a free day, and I chose to do a concept from the lovely @wishitweresummer (found here!) - it was originally lee!dream but Im insane and throw george in any situation so, yeah. This has been in my head every single day since the day summer posted it so.....I hope you enjoy! (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

I also wanna mention - even though this is the last day of lee!George week, feel free to come back and do these prompts whenever you'd like! (and still use the hashtag so I can see as well!)

day 7 - free day! / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 2.5K words)

“George? Dream?” 

There was a soft knocking sound coming from outside of the room, followed by the twist of a doorknob and the creek of the door slowly being pushed open. George stretched his arms out, moving to bring them up to rub at his eyes but finding he only had movement in his right arm. He opened his eyes sleepily to see Dream curled up beside him, his left arm under the blonde’s head acting as a pillow as he continued to nap peacefully. He turned his attention to the sound of the door shutting, seeing Sapnap walking towards the bed, moving quietly and being careful to not wake Dream. 

“Hm?” The older boy mumbled, stretching his free arm above his head with a soft groan as he arched his back towards the ceiling until his body was shaking slightly. He let himself drop back down against the bed, moving a little closer to Dream to cuddle into him tighter. George turned his attention back to the younger boy standing at the side of his bed, watching his knees hit the side of the mattress every few seconds as he swayed back and forth on his feet. 

“I didn’t know where you guys went. I checked your room, and when you weren’t there I just figured I’d look here. What are you doing?” Sapnap spoke in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable softness surrounding them. George rolled his shoulders back a few times and leaned his head to the side, wincing as it popped loudly before doing the same to the opposite side. He yawned and grabbed at Sapnap’s left hand, pulling lightly and giving him a gentle smile.

“Napping. Cuddling. Come here, please?” 

Sapnap giggled at the request, rolling his eyes with a fake sigh before climbing up onto Dream’s bed with the older two. He settled himself into George’s right side, laying his head over the brunette’s arm to mirror Dream. The younger boy threw his arm over George’s torso, letting the tips of his fingers land over Dream’s forearm. He ran his fingers up and down the skin a few times, biting his lip with a smile when the blonde let out a small squeak and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. Sapnap withdrew his hand so he didn’t accidentally wake him with his movements, not wanting to interrupt any rest Dream was able to squeeze into his busy schedule. 

“How long have you guys been napping?” Sapnap asked, closing his eyes with a smile as George knocked the hat off of his head and began carding his hand through the curls beneath it. The younger boy nuzzled himself into George’s neck, smiling against it when he felt George start to squirm slightly, feeling the elder’s cheek press against his forehead as his smile grew wider with an attempt to hold in the giggles that threatened to spill out at any second. 

“Whahat time is it?” George replied with a giggle as he squirmed slightly further towards Dream, trying to subtly escape Sapnap’s beard from scraping against the curve where his shoulder and neck connected. 

“Uh, it’s….not even one yet.” The younger boy fished his phone from out of his pocket, checking the time and then locking it before setting it on the bedside table to his right. George hummed in acknowledgement, furrowing his brows together as he thought about when they had first gone to Dream’s room to lay down.

“I’m not sure, I don’t even think it’s been an hour.” It was Sapnap’s turn to hum in response to George’s answer, nodding and pulling back slightly to lean part of his head on the soft pillows beneath them. 

“Well, we have all the time in the world to nap now.” Sapnap felt the rougher part of a tiny feather sticking out from one of the pillows graze his ear, shaking his head and moving it back slightly to get away from the light tickly feeling. 

“A Sap-nap. Get it?” George couldn’t stop himself from bursting into chirpy giggles, trying to stay as quiet as possible, turning to bury his face into Sapnap’s shoulder to help him muffle the noises he was trying to keep down. His attempt was ruined when Sapnap aimed a knuckle at his most sensitive rib, rubbing in a few times and giggling to himself when George squealed into his shoulder. 

“Yeheah, I get it, you little idiot,” Sapnap whispered closer to George’s ear, grunting when he felt the feather tickle over his ear again. He sat up onto his elbow, running his hand over the pillowcase to try and find the fuzzy culprit. “Hold on. There’s a stupid little fucking feather or something poking out, it keeps tickling me.” He continued to rub against the pillow with the palm of his hand, gasping when after a few seconds he was able to locate the annoying object. He held it up for George to see, grimacing at the little white feather in between his fingers. 

“That’s the thing that was bothering you? It’s like, not even two inches!” The elder rolled his eyes at Sapnap’s dramatics, chuckling at the pathetic looking thing in his hand. He watched as the younger boy twisted his lips up into a smirk, already sensing where this was going.

“You’d know two inches pretty well, wouldn’t you, Georgie.”

“Hey! What the fuck is that supposed to-”

“Nnnnh….shut up.”

The boy’s immediately pressed their lips into thin lines, turning their attention to the very sleepy looking blonde boy who was angrily looking back at them. He rolled his eyes with a huff, moving to stretch in a similar manner that George had just minutes before. 

“Oh Dream, I’m so sorry, George woke you up!” Sapnap spoke softly even as he threw the older boy under the bus, making George gasp in offense and whip his head towards the younger boy with his jaw dropped.

“I did not! You’re just as guilty! If it wasn’t for you and your stupid feather, this wouldn’t have- AHAHAHA HEY! STOHOHOP!” 

It seemed Dream wasn’t interested in anything George had to say, having taken Sapnap’s side and using the hand he wasn’t lying on to squeeze along the left side of George’s rib cage. The brunette squealed and launched himself into louder cackles as Sapnap joined in, rubbing his knuckle into his worst rib once again and making Dream follow suit on the opposite side. 

“WHY! S-STOHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE, G-GEHEHET OFF!” George twisted his body the best he could, pulling at his arms but whining when both boys sat up slightly, leaning an elbow over each of George’s forearms to make sure he stayed down against the blankets. “THIHIS IS- NAHAHA IT’S SOHOHO MEAN!”

“You woke me up, George. If you ask me, I’d say that’s mean!” Dream countered his complaint, giggling when George’s laughter jumped an octave as Sapnap swiped the white feather over the smaller boy’s tricep. Dream stopped his tickling, his attention now on the tiny object in Sapnap’s hand. “Where on earth did you find that?” 

“From your stupid feather pillows! It kept poking me in my ear so I just….pulled it out.” Sapnap explained sheepishly, giggling when Dream broke out into bright giggles himself. 

“Let me see.” Dream motioned for Sapnap to pass him the feather, his smile growing as George began to screech when Dream dangled it over his open underarm. 

“What’s wrong, it’s like, ‘not even two inches!’” Sapnap mocked the elders previous comment, feigning a horrible British accent to add injury to insult. George squirmed as Dream grabbed his shirt sleeve between his pointer and middle fingers, stretching it down and inching the feather closer to the opening. 

“Nonono! No, plehehease, I didn’t dohoho anything!” 

“You woke him up, darlin’!” Sapnap noted happily, a hint of his southern drawl shining through and giggling when Dream reached over and poked at his cheek in response to the accent. 

“Darlin’.” Dream repeated, mostly to himself, making the other two laugh. The blonde watched as George threw his head back into the pillows with his eyes shut, recognizing this as his chance to pounce. He quickly shot his hand forward, wiggling the soft point of the feather directly into the center of George’s armpit, eyes widening with amusement when George jerked his body towards Sapnap with a cackle. 

“NAHAHAHA no! Nohohoho NOHO! D-Dreheheheam!” George kicked his feet against the bed as he continued his cackles, feeling Dream dragging the feather in circles under his left arm, making a huge spiral and drawing it tighter as he would reach closer to the center again. 

“Wait, there’s no way it’s that bad. Let me try!” George opened his eyes just in time to see the two pass the feather between them, this time jolting towards Dream when Sapnap ran the feather quickly up the side of his neck to make him squeal. 

“Dohohon’t! Stohohop!” The elder cried out as Sapnap traced the feather directly under George’s ear on the side of his neck, grinning as Dream used the hand he wasn’t leaning on to softly grip George’s jaw to hold him in place. 

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist, baby!” 

Dream let out a tiny wheeze when George shrieked at his statement, trying and failing to shake his head out of his grasp. Sapnap knew how sensitive the spot under George’s ear was and took pity on him, quickly following Dream’s lead and shoving the feather up George’s sleeve and into the hollow of his right armpit. He was much less precise with his movements, wiggling it around over any spot he could to find the best reaction. Sapnap stopped and observed his movements when George screeched, noticing where the feather was tickling. Dream let go of his jaw, allowing the older boy to thrash his head from side to side as he lost himself in his own laughter.

“Oh, this is a good spot, huh, Georgie?” Dream leaned over as Sapnap spoke to watch the feather saw back and forth over the inner side of his underarm, where the muscle was pulled taunt and put on display with the way Sapnap was holding his arm down. 

“Nohoho no! Plehehease not- nohOHHOT THEHERE!” The oldest boy was in near-hysterics at this point, kicking harder against the blankets and making them curl into a messy pile beneath him. 

“Not there? Okay, what about….here?” 

George began howling suddenly when Sapnap turned the feather in his hand and started poking into the skin at the center of his armpit softly with the rougher part of it. Dream placed his hand on George’s chest and gently pressed down, keeping him stuck to the bed rather than keep trying to fling himself forward and side to side to get away from the feather. 

“Wait, I want another try!” Dream whined after a few minutes of watching George laugh himself silly. Sapnap sighed in fake annoyance, handing Dream the feather once more and smirking as he replaced Dream’s hand on George’s chest with his own. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a little squirmy thing today, aren’t you?” Sapnap commented with a smirk, pleased with the way George’s blush seemed to deepen at the remark. He turned to bury his head into Sapnap’s shoulder again, groaning and breaking into cackles as Dream slid the feather into his sleeve and traced the rougher stem of the feather in little circles under his arm. 

“Just so giggly, Georgie.” Dream commented quietly, continuing his torment.

“N-Nohoho more, plehehease! Plehehease, softer!” George pouted through his laughter, revealing himself from his hiding place in Sapnap’s shoulder and flashing Dream his teary eyes to show him just how tickled out he was. The blonde immediately complied, caving instantly and switching the feather to the soft part to continue tracing tiny circles along the sides of his armpit. 

“Dream, I think our kitten is a little tired out, don’t you think?” George was surprised to hear the statement from Sapnap but was thankful he did, taking in a much needed breath of air when Dream reluctantly pulled the feather back out of his sleeve and turned to his left to place it on the bed sheets beside him. 

“What happened to you, tough guy? Giving up so soon on torturing our little Gogs, hm?” Dream seemed equally as surprised as George, giggling through his accusation as Sapnap shook his head with a slight blush rising to his cheeks. George continued to laugh his little heart out, turning back towards Sapnap and burying his face into the curly haired boy’s neck to hide and muffle his lingering giggles.

“Come on, Dream, look at him! He’s being so soft and shy, how can you torture him when he’s like this?” Sapnap questioned back, moving his palm from the center of George’s chest and instead wrapping it around the smaller boy’s torso and pulling him closer. 

“Okay, I guess you do have a point there.” Dream lifted up to lean on the palm of his hand, allowing George to move his arm from under him and loop it completely around Sapnap instead. 

The two younger boys laughed at the way George immediately clung to Sapnap, unable to wrap their heads around the fact that George was allowing himself to be so soft with them. Dream wasn’t about to ruin it by commenting on it though and instead slotted himself behind George, wrapping his left arm around the tiny waist in front of him and allowing Sap to adjust his arm to hang over Dream’s shoulder, successfully encasing George in the tightest, most comfiest cuddle hug they could make.

Within seconds the two heard George’s breathing even out, letting them know he had finally fallen asleep. The two whispered back and forth for a minute before deciding to nap as well, both closing their eyes and cuddling in close together. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the room, only to be broken seconds later by Dream. 

“Hey Sap?” He whispered, lifting his head up slightly and opening one eye. He watched the youngest boy scrunch his nose at the disturbance, a slight smile forming anyway before he answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t think I won’t remember that the feather tickled your ears.” He watched as Sapnap dipped his head down to bury his face in George’s hair, catching a glimpse of the reddening cheeks before he was completely hidden from Dream’s view.

“Try me and I’ll tape it inside your belly button.” 

Dream whined quietly at that, feeling his own face heat up as his attempt to tease Sapnap majorly backfired on him. 

“Whatever!” Dream spat back, closing his eyes and settling back down against the smaller boy in his arms. He pressed his forehead to the nape of George’s neck, smiling through his blush as he fell asleep to the sounds of Sapnap’s raspy giggles, and the thoughts of exactly what he was just threatened with playing out in his mind.

[jihyocentric]

idk if anyone has requested for the summary of dormmate!nayeon yet, but I would like to! It’s been a while since we have got an update about them🥺

thanks in advance and have a great day, lumi!

made this a filler drabble to give context to the next request for this au!

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getting to know yeri shifted something between them. jihyo slowly realizes that nayeon has been sweeter with her, trying to redeem herself, knowing she was the reason why jihyo had to deal with that.

if only nayeon had resisted the urge to have jihyo, they wouldn’t be stuck in that situation. jihyo could’ve found someone nice. someone who would take care of her, always put her first and wouldn’t make her pretend she doesn’t know them when they’re not in between four walls.

this time, when the guilt begins to consume her, nayeon doesn’t drink. after the last time she drowned her sorrows in alcohol and everything went downhill, nayeon promised she wouldn’t do that again, resorting to less harmful things.

that included spending quality time with jihyo, and sometimes helping sana and momo out. there was an extracurricular project of which the two were volunteers, and while sana and momo were there for the money, nayeon wanted time for herself, keeping her mind busy while teaching kids the basics of basketball.

that way, she didn’t have to think about the mess that her life had become. the moments where she was alone at the dorm, waiting for jihyo to arrive, were the worst hours of her days. as long as she was away, either helping out on the project or taking classes at college, her problems would vanish.

even if temporarily, she could finally breathe.

“since we’re letting you participate, you should give us the money,” sana says when they’re leaving college. momo agrees with her. “you don’t need it! besides, if it wasn't for us you would never know about the project, and…”

“you can have it.” nayeon sighs, already sick of having the two around. they had become closer with time, and they certainly knew how to keep nayeon from thinking about her problems, but they talked too much. “can you just keep quiet?”

“that easy?!” sana blinks, confused, hugging nayeon’s shoulder with a smile on her face. “look at you, im. you’re such a good friend now.”

nayeon scoffs, offering her a halfhearted smile. momo was clueless to the whole nayeon and jihyo subject, and none of them were planning to tell her. nayeon still hates the fact that momo tries to reach jihyo, the jealousy stopping nayeon from accepting momo as a friend. sana finds it entertaining for the most part, an amused viewer.

when she gets home, nayeon feels a scent that calls for her, fresh and sugary, filling the entire dorm. jihyo leaves the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her, and nayeon knows she will rightfully complain about what she plans to do, but she can’t help but engulf her in a hug, her front meeting jihyo’s back, her sweaty arms involving her.

“you’re late,” jihyo sighs, her hair being pulled aside, soft lips kissing her neck, a familiar gesture that made her stomach burn, anticipating everything that came next. “and sweaty.”

“i took the girls home today,” nayeon pushes jihyo’s body gently, making her walk. while she wouldn’t mind to fuck her in the hallway, right there and then, her legs ached after spending the day running on a court. “and now i’m taking you.”

jihyo’s back hits the mattress as soon as nayeon manages to undo her towel, and then she’s trapped in one of those moments where she thinks she should be saying no. meeting yeri made things become more real, the guilt close to palpable, but it feels so good, even when it’s bad.

nayeon’s kisses carried uncertainties that even the roughest touch couldn’t make jihyo understand what nayeon wanted behind the obvious lust. kisses shouldn’t feel that way — empty and hungry at the same time, and nayeon shouldn’t be silently telling jihyo she is hers when she couldn’t live up to the promise.

“about our date…” nayeon inches away, taking off her muscle tee and dropping it to the floor. “there’s a festival happening out of town this weekend, i thought i could take you there.”

jihyo takes a while to process what nayeon had told her, eyes locked on her tummy. the top part of her boxers was showing, nayeon entirely too lazy to fix it. the shirt had been covering it anyway.

“you’re taking me out of town so nobody can see us?” jihyo asks, bringing her hand to the belt around nayeon’s waist, unbuckling it easily.

“what a smart girl,” nayeon mashes her lips together, only letting out a small laugh. “there’s nothing interesting for us to do here. at least not this weekend… just thought you would like to do something different.”

it was true.

not entirely true, but it was still true. nayeon was taking her out of town because it was dangerous to walk around with jihyo when nobody knew she shared her dorm with her, but she wasn’t lying when she said there was nothing interesting to do around the town.

“too sweet, unnie.” jihyo sighs, pulling nayeon’s pants down to her thighs along with the boxers. she moans softly when nayeon’s cock springs out, hard from the moment she saw jihyo. “planning to take me to bed afterwards?”

nayeon shrugs, letting jihyo guide her inside, supporting herself on her arms as she leans into her neck, nibbling the smooth skin just slightly. jihyo was already covered in marks, and those needed time to heal without nayeon trying to give her more of them.

“obviously.” nayeon tells her, amused. “but i want us to have fun, too. just you and i,” she pulls away just barely, nose brushing against jihyo’s. “my pretty girl.”

wasting no time, nayeon starts to thrust. she had always been fond of giving jihyo a little praising, knowing what it did to her, combining them with searing thrusts that would make jihyo cry out beautifully.

nayeon keeps a hand on jihyo’s cheek tenderly, another holding her thigh, groaning at how jihyo claws at her ass under the pants, subtly asking nayeon to put it all in and go impossibly deep, her way of making nayeon hers, an arbitrary sense of accomplishment growing in her chest.

the same passion that put them in their current situation comes back stronger when they’re together like that — losing themselves together, bodies pressed against one another, fulfilling a need that would never be truly sated, drowning into each other’s mouths even when they could barely breathe, forgetting about the world outside.

despite everything, there's nothing to regret when it feels that good.

[xlovely-daydreamsx]

Ace Of Hearts (Yandere!Zhongli x Reader x Yandere!Childe) Ch. 2

Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place; Childe makes a deal.

Notes: this has been done for like a week, but i wasnt sure if i liked it... i hope you guys enjoy it though! and sorry for any sloppiness- im posting this on tumblr mobile for once

Warnings: yandere, drugging, kidnapping, dark themes, a/b/o dynamics

The readhead approached Zhongli with a bit of a sneer; While both men were near the same height, Diluc had a domineering presence about him. His suit fit perfectly against his broad shoulders and brutish figure, flexing as his hand outstretched toward the other man.

"I suppose the best man won, as they say..." They shook, neither of the two smiling, "I hope you have fun... breaking her in. Something like that needs a strong hand." With one last tight squeeze, Diluc lets go and straightens his cuff links.

"Good evening, ladies," he says with a slight bow, taking his leave through the large auction hall doors.

"He's quite the hunk, isn't he?" Yae chuckled, but all Zhongli could muster was a scoff.

"Something of the sort..." He replies before taking his own leave, following the crowd out of the hall.

It's only a few days before Childe shows up at his door.

"When they told me it was you who had bought her, I could hardly believe it!" His nagging starts immediately, walking into Zhongli's foyer shamelessly.

"Where's the girl?"

"In the truck downstairs- the boys are gonna bring her up." Childe, seemingly having no shame, scopes out the room in awe, letting out a low whistle.

"Then what exactly are you doing in my house?" Childe pouts.

"What, I can't visit a friend?"

"Is that what we are?" Zhongli, arms crossed, stares at the redhead.

"Well, I would hope so..." Childe sighs, walking farther into the home and leaving Zhongli no choice but to follow.

"You know, I picked her out myself. I really wanted to keep her, even, but the boss said she was too valuable not to sell." He finds his way into the kitchen and sets himself down at the small granite bar. The walls of the kitchen were dark blue, dark wood paneling covering part of it and casting a somber mood over the room.

"I sure paid a fortune for her."

"And that I thank you for," Childe watches as Zhongli pulls out two crystalline drinking glasses and a bottle of whiskey from under the bar, pouring a finger for each of them. "I'm getting a really good paycheck this week."

"Glad I could be of service. Now, why are you really bothering me?"

The younger man shoots his drink back without a wince, smacking it back down onto the counter with a resounding clack.

"It would be bad for our image if people found out we were selling... unlicensed goods, for lack of a better term. So I want to help you train your new toy- it'll be beneficial for both of us." His finger intetwine themselves under his chin, that dazzling smile taking up most of his face.

"I'm not sure how your hands being on my property is beneficial to me."

"Not only does it make my business look bad, but it makes yours look worse if we have unwilling participants, right? Word spreads fast around these types of groups, and while some people might commend you for taking the 'traditional' approach, other people tend to find that very... illegal and immoral."

"She signed a contract, didn't she?"

"Well yes, but-"

"Then it's not a problem. Tell your men to put her in the upstairs bedroom." And with that, Zhongli finishes his drink, hoping to exit this conversation as quickly as possible.

Unluckily for him, Childe is incapable of giving up.

He follows behind him swiftly, the pair watching as Childe's men bring in what appears to be a large cage, seemingly for a dog. A sheet is draped overtop of it.

"Please, Morax- a favor for a friend."

Zhongli just sighs as they carry it up the staircase.

"I'll think about it."

That's all the confirmation Childe needs- his eyes light up, and his smile is brigher than ever.

"You won't regret this." He says, but Zhongli really, really thinks he will.

You don't know how long it's been until you fully regain your consciousness, but you feel like you have the worst hangover of your life. Your body aches and your head is pounding, but that's not exactly what catches your attention. What does, however, is the room you're in.

It's huge. Pristine, white walls and a large bay window draw your eyes, almost distracting you from the bed you had apparently been sleeping on.

And God damnnit, if it wasn't the comfiest bed you had ever been on. The pillows and comfortor were all white as well, and you wonder for a moment if maybe you had died and went to heaven.

You push yourself off to the side of your plush oasis, feeling like a baby deer as your legs wobble underneath you.

Movement makes you feel even sicker, and you can't help it when your legs fall underneath you, finding yourself on the cool, hardwood floor.

How the hell did you end up here?

Maybe you should've listened to your mother, known that you would never be smart enough to make it on your own- maybe if you had stayed at home, you wouldn't be caught up in this mess. Maybe you'd be okay.

But you're not okay, and you're stuck here- wherever here is- and you have to figure it out on your own, the way you've always done things.

It's a minute before you feel certain enough that you won't puke to try again. It's on unsteady legs and with a throbbing head that you make your way to the door, finding it unlocked, to your suprise.

If you were kidnapped, or, or sold, as you recall with a twinge of dispair, why would they keep the doors open?

You step out of the room cautiously, taking in your surroudings as well as you can in your disoriented state.

You had never cared much for princesses and such as a kid, but the scene in front of you looked like it was pulled straight from Cinderella's Castle. A grandiose staircase stands in front of you, a large chandelier illuminating the steps.

The walls around you are covered in yellow floral wallpaper, wooden trim, and large portraits of people you certainly wouldn't recognize.

You falter looking at them, wondering if your shaky legs could possibly carry you safely down them, but what other choice do you have?

None of these other hallways will lead you out of... wherever this is, you assume, unless you want to jump out of a window. So you take your chance, clutching the polished wood of the railing and slowly but surely making your way down.

Those stairs lead you into a foyer, large wooden doors in front of you and an expanse of shiny white tiles under your feet. A colorful bouquet of flowers sits on a table in the middle of the room, and two corridors head off to either side. You barely give them a glance before you shoot towards those doors, wondering partly what you'd do once you're out- you have no idea where you are or what could be on the other side- but it's the only choice you have.

You pull them hard, to no avail. They shake and shudder as you struggle, tears welling in your eyes. You're tired and sick and you just want to go home.

"I didn't expect you'd wake up so soon," You flich away from the door, turning swiftly on your heel to face the voice.

He's tall, you realize- much taller than you and handsome as you've ever seen; a domineering stare adorns his face. His suit is crisp against his strong arms and slim figure, and you wonder how silly you look in comparison to him, disheveled and small and insignificant.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, taking a long stride towards you, hands folded neatly behind his back.

You scramble away from him, your shaky legs faltering under you once again, causing you to fall on your ass in front of the man. He has the gall to frown at that, and offers you a hand that you do your best to shimmy away from.

"Where am I? Please let me go,"

"You're in the Morax estate, and subsequently your new home. Now let me help you off the floor." He reaches his hand out again, but another scurry and you're far enough from him that he huffs and retracts it.

"It's uncivilized to crawl around on the floor, you know?" You could almost laugh at that.

"Who gives a shit? You kidnapped me!"

"You weren't kidnapped; I bought you. You signed a contract, so you'll make do on it."

"Bullshit! I wouldn't- I would never do that." Part of you knows you would never, but the other part wonders what could have happened in the time you can't seem to remember, memories covered in a fog.

"I can show it to you, if you'd like, but you'll have to get off the floor." You scoff, but make your way up on unstable legs. What other choice do you have? This man seems to be your only viable option at the moment, save for jumping out of the first window you can find.

"And please try to calm yourself- I assure you I mean no harm, but your smell is... distressing."

Your hand instinctively reaches for your neck, checking for a bite or a patch and, with a sigh of relief, you find nothing out of the ordinary.

"I'm... scared," you say, rubbing at your scent glands, "I can't help it."

"You've got nothing to be afraid of, dear- I'm much less tempermental than your other option." You follow him down the corridor and into a kitchen, beautiful and probably more expensive than the entirety of your apartment building.

"My other option?" He gives you a side glance,

"Another bidder- a callous, unkind man with a love for little things like you; he has a surplus of Omega maids loitering around his estate, and he would've loved to add another."

That... definitely did not sound like a good alternative. But what do you know, right? You've been conscious for a grand total of ten minutes, and this guy could be lying to you. You could follow him into some secret sex dungeon and be absolutely clueless, because you've happened to make every bad mistake possible in the shortest amount of time.

You hate to admit it, but you're starting to think your mother was right.

"Please, have a seat." He gestures you to take a seat at a granite island, placed neatly in the center of the kitchen. The place is... nice. Ridiculously so- a palace to the likes of you, and you can only wonder what a man like this would want with a girl like you.

You eye the spot warily for a momenr before taking it, your body stiff and unnatural feeling. You wonder for a moment if you could be dreaming.

"I was speaking with your handler not too long ago, so I happen to have your contract on hand." He pushes a file toward you from the other side of the island, neat and tidy in a tan folder.

You flip it open, your eyes scanning the tiny, dark lines of text desperately. With the way your head was still pounding, you could barely make out anything of substance, and you pushed it back towards him with a sigh.

"Show me where it says anything important." The man doesn't falter for a moment, flipping through the pages until he finds his destination, and just as easily flips it toward you once more, fingers deftly dancing over the lines.

"Right here."

You scan it in disbelief.

'Servitude.'

'Possession.'

'Unfit for self-care.'

'Mentally incapacitated.'

"This has got to be a joke. This... I wouldn't sign this!" You try your best to remember the hours, days before you got here- piece together your blurred memories and find anything that could explain your situation.

You remember a stage.

Lights so blinding, crowd full of watchful, judging eyes. You remember the warm hands on your body, the sweat on the back of your neck.

And you remember the dress.

It had felt nice against your skin, tight but oh-so soft and lazily elegant. You remember how pretty you felt.

You remember the woman who gave it to you.

And finally, you remember the contract.

"I can find the page with your signature, if you'd like."

You place your head against the cool surface of the island, knotting your hands into your hair as your head throbs once again. You remember it all now- far too much for someone like you to bear, and yet it's made its home at the front of your psyce.

Your tears drip straight down, pooling on the shiny granite.

You realize morbidly that it sparkles.

He already loves the sound of your voice. Of course, he would've preferred to hear it in better circumstances, without the pained undertones and harsh words, but he's an understanding man- he knows you just need time to come around to it.

And your smell, oh, god, your smell- overwhelming and intoxicating, flooding his senses and reminding him of instincts he had often forgotten he had.

It hurt him to think that he was the cause of your fears, and subsequently the sour notes in your scent, the break in your voice, and the tears in your eyes that he wished to wipe away.

He had never seen such a reaction from an Omega; it was commonplace for the needlessly wealthy to spend their money on pretty little things like you, and most Omegas would consider it a privilege to be picked by someone of Zhongli's stature.

Change can be difficult for some; starting a new life in an unfamiliar place can be disorienting, so he's sure that's all it is- he's sure it's not him.

Your hair looks so soft as it pools against the counter, obscuring your face.

He had always considered himself a man of patience and poise. He had never had trouble with self control, always being able to keep his calm, but now he wanted nothing more than to break his composure and reach out to you. He imagined running his hands through your hair, cupping your rosy cheeks and staring into your tear-pooled eyes.

But he wouldn't, because he knows you need it more than he does.

You can repay his kindness someday, he supposes.

Taglist: @lumid0rk

[cat3ch1sm]

🌲| hey guys im back!! my internet wasn't working for a while and so i was unable to upload, but i got it fixed now:)) thank u all for ur patience! in the meantime, here's a fem!reader x machi oneshot with slight nsfw! enjoy:))

pov- you attempt to ignore machi

"Look, I know I haven't been giving you the most attention lately, but it's childish to ignore me."

You turned away from Machi and continued typing on the laptop on the desk in front of you, doing nothing in particular except focusing on acting like your girlfriend didn't exist. She was exactly right about her not giving you attention. Machi was always running off with the Spiders or participating in rogue missions with her "magician" friend Hisoka- which she thought you didn't know about. And then when she came home, she'd barely acknowledge you and go right to bed. Yeah, okay. Now she would get a taste of her own medicine.

You heard Machi sigh from behind you before her footsteps approached you, and then she was at your side; from your peripheral vision you could see her arms were folded. Still, you put on your best poker face, staring straight ahead at your screen.

Machi scoffed. "So I don't exist, huh?" Her tone was low and flippant; something about it made you tense up. Nonetheless, you remained silent.

She chuckled, and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "Hm- so I guess you won't mind if I... sit right here?" Machi lowered her body slowly onto your lap, her cerulean eyes on you the whole time. Your teeth clenched, and it took all your will to keep your face from heating up. Machi had never done this before- convenient it was now when you were trying to ignore her that she wanted to tease.

Despite this, you somehow managed to keep your face stoic- you could already feel your annoyance at Machi begin to dissipate, and your attempts to recall the times she'd shown you no affection to reignite it were fruitless.

"Was that an eyebrow twitch I just noticed, baby?" One corner of Machi's tinted pink lips turned up in amusement. "I know you won't be able to last much longer- not like this."

Damn it. She really didn't miss a thing. Your toes curled in your shoes in frustration. Well, the eyebrow twitch would be all she was going to get out of you.

Machi's breath was cool, her cotton candy colored hair tickling your skin. "But if you're still gonna ignore me, then how about..." You felt her hands come to your shoulders, slender fingertips blushing red. "How about I take my hands... and run them down your body..." Her hands slid down your shoulders and down your neck, stopping to tease your breasts with soft rubs to both before brushing by your hips, roughly gripping them. "...till I get to your pretty thighs." Finally, her hands stopped at your upper legs, squeezing them abruptly as her lips spread into a sly smile, her gaze never leaving you.

Fuck. Your stomach was already fluttering, and your breathing was getting harder to control. However, you kept your gaze averted, busying your fingers by hitting random keys on the keyboard. At this point, it was all you could do to keep from guiding her hands further down.

"We both know you're not doing a damn thing on that computer, baby." Machi lifted one of her hands to scoop up both of your wrists and gently lower them down to your lap. Her eyes looked you up and down, a glint of mischief in each of them. "I also know that you don't wanna ignore me anymore."

Nothing from you.

"Oh, so you still wanna act up?" Machi cocked her head tauntingly, taking your thigh again and rubbing small circles with her thumb. "I'm being nice right now, Y/N. But I'll only give you one more chance..." she leaned her head in, the tip of her nose brushing your neck just beneath your ear- "...before I go for your weak spot. And we both know you're pretty ticklish."

Now you were really flustered. Your cheeks were flaming and it took everything you had to keep your eyes lowered, unable to even look straight ahead anymore lest you catch a glimpse of Machi's face and completely throw your mission away. Begrudgingly, you pursed and unpursed your lips, blinking rapidly and letting out a long breath.

"Hm- you're pretty good at this," Machi noted coolly. "But what if... I  brushed my lips...just below your ear..." Her words trailed off as she stopped to kiss the spot just below your ear, her lips plush and tantalizing as she left kiss after kiss all the way down your neck, pulling the neckline of your shirt down to reach your collarbone. Just below it, Machi began to suck gently, teasingly twirling her tongue over the spot as her hands slowly slid back up your hips and waist until they reached your breasts, where they began to tenderly massage them. You could feel her heavy breathing on your increasingly sensitive skin, her eyes lifting at every kiss to look at you coyly.

A pleasured sigh escaped you, and you couldn't resist running a hand through Machi's hair, your head rolling back to allow her more space. "Machi..."

"There you go." She lifted her head to meet your gaze, her hands still caressing your chest. "Finally decided to stop acting like I don't exist, pretty?"

You let out a tiny whimper as her fingertips brushed over your hardening nipples through your tank top, looking away from Machi. "Machi, you know that isn't fair."

"Isn't it. You and your little whines say otherwise." Her voice was low. "Tell me you don't want me to keep going. Tell me you don't want me to make you sorry you ever ignored me."

Mind her, you definitely wanted to tell her. But the way her lips felt and the way her hands felt- she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Nothing?" Machi smiled. "Good girl."

[batstorm93672]

Im not sure if your taking in anymore request but if you are I think a fic where Damian has a bunch of events going on and his family not showing up to any and Damian saying doesn't care when he does and on Damian's last event Bruce is being batman and he thinks he can make it but he never does and Damian ends up getting kidnapped and wanting money from Bruce in 24 hr or else they'll kill Damian and Damian is drugged or something and can't fight.

School events are dumb. Even though Damian thinks that... a part of him wished at least one person of the large ass family would show up. Yet no one has. Maybe no one wants to.

Okay, listen, Damian was trying to think, maybe their busy or maybe their on their way. But two hours of waiting, and no one showed up. This isn't the first time. No, it's been like this for four days of school events, and Damian participated for most to show his family he made progress, yet no one is here! He swore to himself he doesn't care, but he's weak... and he does. Damian is waiting. It's the last event of the week. Bruce promised he would show up. Where is he? "Damian, is your father showing up?" "Yes. He will." The teacher nods and compliments his work before moving on. The hours pass, and Damian sighs. It's over, and Bruce never showed. Damian walks out of the school, and then everything swiftly goes dark.

Damian wakes up, it's dark around, and he's so... tired. Why is he tired? Damian looks around, there's a few people around in another room, and he can hear them. A light brightens and someone steps out.

"Waking up already?"

"Who the hell..?"

"Don't worry about me, you should be more concerned for yourself. We already sent your precious father what we want. If he doesn't get it for us, then you die."

"Tt. Good luck... when I break out of here... I'll fight you all."

"Seems the drugs are really getting into your head."

"You guys... suck I'm gonna make you regret this."

"You can have fun trying to think up a way of doing that for the next 24 hours. Enjoy Wayne."

Damian scowls and groans loudly. Whatever they used on him is doing its job. His senses feel useless here. "This is boring! You guys suck!"

No response. Cowards.

"Fucking hate this."

...

Damian overheard a bit. They're giving Bruce 24 hours... and now the 22-hour mark has just hit. Two more hours, and they keep coming in and drugging Damian again. He tried being annoying to wear them out or something. Not even "being a brat," as Jason might say, is working.

Then something explodes, the door opens, and lo and behold, it's Batman.

"Finally... I was getting bored, do you really not care that much for me?"

"What do you mean?"

"The entire week has been events held at my school and... you didn't show up for even one! Plus, you promised you would show for this one, but you didn't."

"I'm sorry... I was so busy I thought I could make it. Maybe... we can take a moment, just us, and you can tell me about everything you've done in full detail?"

"...promise?"

"I promise."

[theunnieteume]

Jihoon- Welcome to the Park Family pt. 2

As I heard the familiar voice my eyes snap towards the certain direction and there he stood leaning by the door frame. “I thought you were supposed to be upstairs” shocked, I took an awkward step back “and I thought you wanted to get ‘acquainted’.” Jihoon mockingly says, slyly smiling at me to which I try to avoid his gaze “uhm..I just wanted to see the room I’ll be out of your way now” I say with my head down trying to walk past him but Jihoon steps in the way . Blocking my exit. “Heard you had a crush on me back in junior year” I mean…who wouldn’t? I took a moment to think of what to say “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I tried to act dumb but my face already turned red at the mere mention of our freshmen year…he closes in on me and I naturally back away “Jihoon I-“ I try to say something but he cuts me off “shhh” he places a finger on the base of his lips, telling me to quiet down. I felt my back hit the cold surface of the wall..he then places a hand beside my head and the other reaches for my hair as he plays with a piece of it, staring at me and his eyes land on my lips “you know.. you’re pretty cute.” Jihoon says quietly and I could feel the tension building up like a fever as my fingers grip onto the fabric of my jeans. “but im not into girls like you “ ouch. Still slyly grinning as he stares at me. “or are you intentionally trying to get my attention…like how desperate your mom is for my dad.”

I look at him in pure shock as my eyes almost pop out of its sockets. Oh.hell.no. “Excuse me. Are you implying that MY mom seduced him??” My voice filled with anger as I push him off with force and fortunately enough he stumbles a few feet back , giving me the space I needed. “You don’t talk about my mom like that!” I shout loudly as I step closer, this time my face closes into his but obviously he still has that stupid smile plastered on his stupid face “triggered much?” He smugly replies and I couldn’t with him at this point and was completely over this conversation “I’m done here.” I say surrendering and turn my back on him, storming out of the room giving him a deadly glare before walking out of the room. “Mr. Jihoon and Ms. Y/N, dinner is ready.” One of the maids, I assume by her outfit, appears out of nowhere as Jihoon trails behind. I don’t say anything back but bow at the maid as a sign of thanking her and as she bows back I continue to walk off, leaving Jihoon behind. “Hi sweetie did you find Jihoon?” walking into the kitchen I see my mom and Mr. Park already seated beside each other in a long dining table but with only…four chairs. “Uhm. Sort of.” I reply masking a bitter tone as I sat in front the couple. The food had already been neatly placed along with a cutlery set of different silver spoons and forks, glassware that could easily break and staring at the placements of the chair I’m guessing Jihoon will be sitting next to me. Just kill me already.

“That’s good to hear you two are finally getting to know each other” tsk, yea right. as Mr. Park said so Jihoon then enters the room. Their attention then pans over towards him. “Oh Jihoon come over and introduce yourself to Mrs. Lee” His dad ushers him to introduce himself to my mom as he entered the dining room, his eyes flicker towards me but I had quickly averted my gaze to my food. After greeting each other, there was a while of just stares between me and Jihoon and some small talk around the table to which I participated in a bit of it. But most of the time I kept quiet..eating my food as I was thinking the rest of the night would finally go well. “So we actually have some news” *sigh* it was too good to be true wasn’t it? Looking up at them from my food I swallow what I was chewing but mostly from fear as I waited for what news they had to break to us. “Me and Mr. Park are going on a business trip” shoot.. That doesn’t sound good at all but they’re gonna bring us with them, right? “And we were wondering if both of you would be fine on your own here.” I stopped breathing for a hot second, thinking of what I should say but Jihoon beats me to it. “Of course we’ll be fine. We’re both young adults who should learn to be independent. Right Y/N?” Jihoon smiles at me as I look up to that annoying face he makes. But I had to play it off as well “I totally agree” Faking a smile and they had seem to have bought it. “Great! We’ll be leaving in a few days so don’t worry you two still have time to warm up to each other” Mr. Park exclaims happily, holding my mom’s hand as they both smile in relief. “Great” I smile gritting through my teeth, trying not to ruin the moment.

As quickly as I finished my food I thanked them for dinner and tried going up to my room by the stairs but of course before I could even take a single step on it he had to block my way, again. “I’m surprised you didn’t touch me at dinner” Glaring at him I question what he meant. “Surprised?” the tone of my voice visibly offended as Jihoon just shrugs back “Isn’t that what most girls do? They touch you underneath the table for like sexual tension or something“ I raise a brow at his statement. I can’t believe I used to like this guy. “Wow. ‘most girls’ really? bet you never even met one.” Dissing him. Crossing my arms over the chest. “Excuse me?” It was his turn to be offended now. “You are excused. now get out of my way” I push my hand up to walk push past him but before I could even do so he caught it in the air “I thought you liked me“ he says, staring intently, studying my face as if he was trying to find something. Harshly pulling me closer, I stay silently glaring back into those dark brown eyes. Well, knowing how much of a jerk you are I don’t think anyone would like you. We stare at each other for while, not one of us say anything but our stares could speak for itself and as I grew tired his behavior I pull my hand back and successfully push him back off this time. “Whatever” I bluntly said, walking off after that. Quickly-almost running- going up the stairs, I close the door to the new bedroom and place a hand over the pacing beating of my heart.

It’s beating fast. Faster than it should be.

But I shouldn’t be liking a jerk like him…

[heartache-onthebigscreen]

i have request where the reader is bi or something and takes luke to pride and does his makeup and glitter in his face and he’s so happy to see said reader comfortable being who they are i’m a whore for this wait

pride - lrh

an: im a whore for this too bestie. i feel like this is super short but i really do like this

pairing: luke hemmings x bisexual!reader

summary: doin’ luke’s makeup for pride!

warnings: cursing

word count: 963

“Sure you want all this on you? Gonna be hell to get off,” you giggle as you sit crisscrossed in front of Luke on the floor, holding a concerning amount of glitter.

“Ya babe, put it all on me. Wanna fuckin’ blind everyone there,” Luke excitedly shifts from side to side in his place as he watches you open up the tubes of glitter.

“Y’know…you don’t have to go if you don’t want,” you tuck your lips in as you organize all the makeup products in between you and Luke.

Pride was always a thing you’ve wanted to participate in, but no one ever wanted to go with you, you didn’t even have anyone to ever go with you. Either they didn’t support you, or they were busy, or any other excuse was made up whenever you brought up the event.

But Luke, oh sweet Luke, saw you longingly stare at pictures and news of the event going on and brought up the question out of nowhere one night.

The conversation went something like this:

Luke came out of the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth with a little bit of toothpaste leaking out of his mouth and onto his beard, “hey lovey?”

“Yeah!” you shouted back, in the middle of finishing up some work you had while sprawled across the bed.

“Wanna go to pride?”

The question completely threw you off guard, considering you weren’t planning on bringing it up at all.

“What? Why?” you scrambled to sit up on the bed and face him as he brushed his teeth.

Luke shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms and holding the toothbrush in his mouth with his teeth, “I mean, you are kinda gay so-“

And now here you are, sitting in front of him, decorating his face and chest in glitter due to his pleads and begs for you to do so.

“Baby,” Luke soothes as you fiddle with the makeup brush in your hand, avoiding eye contact. He takes your chin with his fingers and lifts your gaze to his, his welcoming blue eyes hold nothing but love and there’s a grin plastered on his face, “of course I want to go. Why else would I have offered? I want you to be prideful in who you are, no pun intended,” he giggles, “besides, saw all those pride posts you’ve been liking on Instagram. I can tell you’ve been dying to go. And I want to support you in any way possible.”

You feel your cheeks warm up at his words, no one but him had ever fully supported you and your sexuality. When you first told him, you had been so nervous.

That specific conversation went a little something like this:

“I’m bisexual…” you had trailed off, looking at Luke from across his kitchen island as you two made dinner.

“Okay,” Luke simply shrugged his shoulders, popping a veggie into his mouth as he continued to slice them up.

“What? What do you mean okay!” You had slammed down your own knife, making Luke jump. His eyes widened as he watched the knife rattle on the counter. His cheek was still full of food and he stopped chewing while staring at you.

“I mean…okay?” Luke furrowed his brows.

“What-“ you were exasperated at this point, what did ‘okay’ mean?!? “Like..this doesn’t bother you? It doesn’t change anything?” Anxiety was pumping through your veins, you were so, so worked up about this, scared he’d leave you or feel like he wasn’t loved as much.

“Why would it bother me, YN? You’re…you. I love you. And I support you no matter what,” Luke finally swallows his food, still nonchalantly reacting to your confession, as if you just told him the weather for the day.

“Jesus, c’mere,” Luke grabs your waist and pulls you over the slight mess separating you two. He guides you to sit on his lap, straddling him on the floor.

You let out a long sigh as you apply makeup to his eyelids, and he continues to speak, “don’t need to be so worried, okay? I want to see you be comfortable with who you are. Don’t ever worry about me when it comes to things like this. You be you.”

You nod slowly as you gingerly apply the glitter, well, anywhere on Luke. He holds your sides, squeezing lightly to give you the reassurance you desperately needed this day.

Luke was always the one who gave you validation, no matter what. He always listened to you. He always supported you. He was always there for you.

So why were you so nervous? Maybe it was just…too good to be true.

“I love you, Luke,” you tell him as you spread some glitter down his neck, he giggles at the sensation of the brush tickling his skin.

“I love you too, YN.” He replies.

“This enough glitter?” You set the brush down and hold up a hand held mirror to his face, he removes his hands from your sides to hold the mirror himself as you sit in his lap.

“Hm…” Luke trails off, tucking his lips in as he sets the mirror down. He grabs another tube of glitter and pops the top off.

He then starts sprinkling it on his entire body. Your jaw goes slack as you watch him create a mess between the two of you.

Once the container is halfway empty, he looks up at you, then your chest.

He shrugs and dumps the rest of the glitter onto you. He then sets the empty tube down and uses his hands to spread the glitter across your chest and neck, so now the both of you were shimmery. You could probably be spotted from a mile away.

“Now, now it’s enough glitter.” Luke chuckles.

[haitaniplug]

CLASS PROJECT || CHAPTER SEVEN

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

series masterlist

Taglist : @q-the-rockaholic @crown5 @gumiwaka @hiimviolet @gulfkfl

"What's got you so pissed?" Ran's voice startled Rindou as he visibly shook from the sudden voice. Rindou peeked his head over the arm rest of the couch to see Ran leaning against the door, eyeing him with concern but also a smirk on his face.

"Nothing. I'm not pissed." Rindou huffed, turning back onto his back and held his phone up once more, but this time in the black reflection, he saw Ran standing behind him now instead of at the door.

"Why are your brows furrowed like that then?" He poked the space in between his eyebrows, to which Rindou pushed him away. "It's nothing."

"How's that project going?" Ran gave up and started to walk towards the fridge, opening it and grabbing some water from the fridge, tossing it over the couch to Rindou, ignoring the little grunt he made as it landed on his stomach,

"It's ok. Wish I could be with you guys instead but—,”

"Don't finish that sentence Rin." Ran sighed and Rindou looked down. "I didn't mean to hurt her. It was an accident." Rindou admitted. His eyes following Ran's figure as he came and sat down on the couch with him, tossing Rindou's legs up and off the couch so he could have room.

"You just run into action without thinking. We are glad you got back safe but you need to do more thinking okay? Don't be getting so arrogant cause we have Mikey on our side now." Ran scolded Rindou. "Your little mistake set us back, I'm going to honest with you."

Rindou looked down, a bit ashamed. "Is she okay?" He spoke after a moment of silence, "Can I visit her?"

"She's temporarily paralysed, and she lost her memory." Ran responded, "Mikey went and saw her today, but his men are angry at you. Like furious, which is why we cannot have you outside like before. I keep repeating myself but I know how stubborn your ass gets, so I really have to drill this into your head,"

Rindou nodded. "If they get you right now, we won't be able to help you. Mikey won't. He may be stronger than them physically, but he isn't bulletproof. These people are not someone to mess with. So just lay low, hang out with that project girl .Hopefully that gives us enough time to talk things out with them."

"Yeah." Rindou visibly looked upset now and Ran hated seeing his brother upset, but he didn't have any other choice.

"Now are you gonna tell me what had you so mad earlier?" Ran asked his brother, watching as Rindou grabbed his phone and logged into your account, then tossing Ran the phone as he read through the argument.

"Do you like y/n?" Ran asked after a few moments. Rindou shook his head, "I just met her."

"So why does this make you mad?"

"Cause-," Rindou paused, not even knowing himself why he got so mad over what Aya said. "I don't know actually."

Ran sighed before standing up and patting Rindou on the head. "I gotta go soon, meeting up with Koko. Keep yourself busy or go to sleep alright?"

"It's late Ran-," Rindou said looking at his phone, time reading 10PM.

"Im nocturnal, thought you knew this," He laughed before leaving the room. Rindou sighed hearing the door shut. He really missed his freedom.

He looked back through the messages with you and Aya, realising he had more in common with you than he thought. You both, as of right now, lacked freedom.

You are on the verge of losing your best friend, for the current time period. Rindou felt like he already lost his best friend (Ran), Not permanently though, just for a short moment of time.

He picked up the remote from the floor and turned the TV off, making his way to his room, thinking if he should just go to sleep or work on the project.

He turned on his phone, seeing that you were last active 30 minutes ago, meaning you were probably asleep.

Might as well get some work done on the project. He brought out his laptop and started typing away.

[camileeon]

Heyy!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 200+ FOLLOWERS BESTIE AAA im so happy for you 💖 To celebrate i’ll participate in ur second event as well ^w^

I read the list of prompts, and i think prompt A-15 “I love you more than I love food. Feel appreciated” would be perfect for Camilo! The short fic could take place in a soft morning after y/n stays at casita overnight with Camilo. Y/n could be trying to start the day but Camilo just doesn’t wanna get up yet. I AM ABSOLUTELY SOFT FOR MORNING CUDDLES AKSKWOSKWODNE *malfunctions*

thank you so much take care 💖

SUNKISSES (D)

🍵- absolutely nothing other than soft fluffy lazy mornings and loads of kisses from the sun himself <3

🦋- GN!Reader x Camilo Madrigal

🍊- enjoyed making this bc of how fluffy it is :(( ever just want fictional characters to be real? yea same 🙁 Thank you so so so much for requesting! @sweettooth-simps I'm very sorry this took awhile, other than that pleas enjoy!! <3- ceres 💗

[•••]

Dawn sunlight drew streaks of yellow on the shapeshifter's curtains as the light wind rustled in, snores and unrecognizable mumbling came either from the couple as they slept soundly in eachother's embrace. Y/n was over at Casita for a sleepover with the madrigal grandchildren, the night before was just to be described as chaos rather than ecstatic. Playing different games, sneaking out to grab midnight snacks in the kitchen while trying to be as silent as possible, and a few of them even getting to draw on Luisa's face due to being the first one who hit the hay early.

“They had each of their frolics as the night went wildly for them, resulting them to stay up late until atleast a slit of the sun peeked from it's sleep after those hours that seemed neverending for all seven of them. All of them went back to their rooms immediately after, feeling all of the energy drain away from their bodies and collapsed into their cushioned mattresses, y/n slept over at camilo's as their limbs entangled eachother through the remaining hours of sleep they've gotten.

Flinching to wake up as soon as their alarm rang, getting out of bed to shut it off to avoid waking up the sleeping chameleon. They groaned quietly before slumping back on top of him, laying their head on his chest as they admired how pretty he was while sleeping, giving him kisses on his lips to try to wake him up as gentle as possible while they kept a closed distance.

“amor.. we gotta get up.. we've slept in.”

They attempted whispering quietly, laying beside him as he snuggled against their embrace. Sending the message of not wanting to get up or "5 minutes more" but continues to sleep in for the next hour, they needed to get up or they'd miss breakfast.

They continued to try various attempts, being gentle with him to avoid having him in a bad mood just because of being woken up. In the end, they sighed exhaustingly as to not even denting him one eye awake.

“Camilo, we need to get uupppppp” they tried to pull him up to stand, hearing him groan as he just clung on to them while being up half awake.

“Nooooo...you've been trying for the past hour, give up..” his morning voice sent shivers down their spine, his breath against their neck. Camilo wrapped his arms securely around their waist as they stayed in a very comfortable silence, swaying them around in a circle continuosly as their eyes lock from time to time.

“Now you're up, can we go down to eat already?”

“You really want to leave now? Can't i just give you kisses and cuddles, to have you the whole day to myself?”

“ you're actually putting me before tia's arepas? That's new.”

“Amor ever since you came into my life, i've loved you more than i love food, feel appreciated. Anyway.. back to business.”

they let out a snort at his response before being lifted back on to the bed and tackled by the boy in yellow “you're all mine, food can wait.” he retorted, the sun giving his moon loads of affection and kisses wherever he could place any as they laid in bed for the rest of the day.

Bonus: Dolores hears what they were up to and saved a plate for the both of them, leaving it on a tray in front of his door. A few hours later, Pepa knocks in and finds an adorable sight of camilo with his arms around them protectively as they waltzed their way to dreamland once more.

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His Promise Bride (Part One)

Pairing: Damian Priest (werewolf) x Reader Word Count: 4,734 (This bitch is a little long) Request: To put an end to a family feud you were promised to the Alpha of the nearby city. One day as you worked on your family’s farm the Alpha shows up to claim his promised bride. 

Smut, angst (but you can add fluff too if you’d like 😉) If he will claim her after the wedding/before or even if there is such wedding lol is all up to you

Part Two

Hello loves! This is the first part (in a two part fic) for the project Halloween project I have coming in October. Requested by the lovely @omg-im-such-a-masochist  this is also a very early birthday gift for her! Happy hella early birthday baby! I truly hope you enjoy it and thank you for giving me such a fun request to do I enjoyed it so much. Thank you for participating and allowing me to write this!

Thank you to my editor! @goosecos Warning: 18+, fluff, some slight angst, mentions of death, arranged marriage,  (Includes Bray, Alexa, Erik Rowen, Jimmy and Naomi) ____________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @hungmanhorsecarriage @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @new-zealand-chic @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @youcantreignonmyparade @melblacc @letsgivethisonemoreshot @alination @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________

"I don't know how much longer our families can survive this feud, it's gone on for centuries. This needs to stop."

"So what do you suggest we do? It's not like we can just say hey we want it to be over, let's forget all the hurt our families have done to each other. We need a way to connect our families to keep anyone from feeling tempted to fight again. I don't believe just a simple word would be enough." 

"I might have an idea."

Sighing, Bray, the alpha of the Wyatt pack, looks out the window watching as the rain falls. He had one great idea but he wasn't too sure how the person he'd need to rely on would feel.

"I'm just not sure how my daughter is going to react," He says, looking at his best friend before glancing back up at the sky. 

"Send a message to the alpha of the Archers, tell him I want to meet, with just us. No weapons, no fighting. I have a plan to save us from more loss, and that will hopefully provide us all with a brighter future." 

"As you wish." 

Bray watches his friend leave, then sits up in his chair. He was hoping this all went well. Otherwise, his daughter may hate him for the rest of his days.  ~~~~ Y/n hums as she goes about patching a tear in her little cousin's pants. Sometimes he gets too excited before shifting, and the end result was his clothes tearing.

"Good morning Y/n, patching clothes again?"

"Morning Lex, yeah he sheepishly brought them to me last night before he went home, so I figured I would work on them before doing the rest of my work for the day."

"Someone needs to charm the pups' clothes so they'll disappear when he starts to shift." 

Alexa sits next to her friend, wrapping her arms around her knees as they listen to the birds chirping. The two friends always enjoyed sitting out watching the sunrise together.

"There we go, that’s probably as good as they'll get." 

Folding the pants, Y/n sets them off to the side putting her sewing kit with them. 

"Did you hear your father call for a council meeting?"

"No, he didn't tell me anything about it. If it’s important I'm sure he'll let me know when he has the chance. With the autumn solstice coming up he's been extra busy lately."

The two women continue chatting as the sun finally fills the sky, shining through the trees. Together they make their way back to the main part of their little village. Time to start the daily chores. ~~~Drawing the curtains closed for privacy, Bray sat back behind his desk. It took three days but he finally had the alpha of the Archers, Damian Priest, sat across from him. After speaking with the council and making his final decision, Bray wanted to be sure the details were all ironed out.

"Hmm this is an interesting idea you've come up with, I wasn't too sure if it was real or not. However, I think it will do both packs well."

Damian sets the papers down in front of him and takes the pen offered by Bray. Signing on the few lines, Damian sets the pen down and shakes hands with the man who would soon be his father-in-law. 

"I'll be back in one week's time to collect her." 

"All that I ask is that you treat my daughter with respect, and not like a doormat. She's one of a kind and has a little wild spirit." 

"Once we are wed, she is mine to do with as I please. But rest assured your daughter will be treated fairly and looked out for." 

Bray nods and stands seeing him to the door, and once the other alpha is gone he sighs. Now came the hard part. Telling Y/n she was now betrothed to someone she didn't know. Leaving his den, Bray walks outside shifting into his wolf form. He could hear his daughter laughing down by the stream. 

Setting off, he quickly makes his way along the path, coming to a stop when he sees her wading in the water feeding a small family of ducks. 

"Hello, father." 

Y/n turns to hear footsteps coming closer, she knows her father's wolf anywhere. Saying goodbye to the family of ducks, Y/n leave the stream drying her feet. By the time she's stood back up, Bray is once again in his human form and walking over to sit by her. 

"Are you enjoying your day off my sweet blossom?"

"I am thank you again for allowing me some time to myself." 

"You're welcome, I'm surprised Erik isn't around. He knows to watch you." 

"He just left a few minutes ago to fetch me more feed for the ducks." 

Wiping her hands off, Y/n sits next to her father and watches him.

"What's wrong?" 

She knew that look, he always wore it when he had news he wasn't looking forward to sharing. 

"We need to talk, I need you to listen to what I'm going to say."

"Of course." 

Inhaling deeply Bray turns his attention to his daughter, her carefree look and soft smile was something he'd miss most about her. 

"You are now betrothed to the alpha of the Archer pack. We just signed the treaty and everything is settled."

"What?" 

Staring at her father in disbelief, Y/n was trying to control the overwhelming need to faint. 

"We needed a way to end the family feud, and you are the best to make that happen. I know you don't understand now but you will, you have a duty to your pack."

"So you didn't even think to talk to me about it first? This is my future we're talking about, you want me to marry someone I've never met? Someone whose family has been feuding with ours for centuries?” Y/n shook her head, dragging her hand down her face. 

“How could you use me as a playing card? I'm sure there were plenty of other options you could have come up with but instead, you practically chose to sell me off!" 

"Watch your tone Y/n Y/l/n. I am your father and I will not be spoken to that way. If you would be silent so I could finish explaining this to you." 

Bray scowls watching his daughter. He knew she'd be upset, and she had every right to be but this was something that needed to be done.

Y/n sits silently staring at her father, her heart hammering in her chest. 

"Now as I was saying, I've spoken with the council and we've spent months trying to find suitable ways to end the feud. None of them had a strong enough probability. I would never just sell you off, you're my daughter, my pride and joy,” Bray shook his head, looking over to meet Y/n’s cold gaze.

“You are able to do something for our pack that nobody else can. I know this is something big, but our families have had enough bloodshed to last ten lifelines. It's time that we ended it and a marriage between the packs is the best possibility for the best outcome. I never would have suggested it if I didn't think it would work." 

"Couldn't you find someone else to do it? There are plenty of omegas who would be better suited for this." 

"I've already promised you, and it needs to be someone that is right up there with the Alpha. And since Damian still hasn't taken a mate; this was the best chance and opportunity. He's very well off so you will be taken care of, he gave me his word."

Blinking back a rush of tears, Y/n closes her eyes for a moment then looks at her father. 

"How long until he comes?" 

"He said he'll be back in a week's time, I'm sorry this is hurting you but I promise it's for the best." 

Nodding Y/n stands when she sees Erik. 

"Please excuse me father, Erik I'm sorry I don't want to feed them anymore." 

Quickly shifting Y/n runs from the stream leaving her father and Erik behind. A long low howl is heard ringing through the trees. It was a heartbreaking sound to hear, and anyone in a close radius could hear it. 

Bray's heart hurt knowing he was the one who caused his daughter such pain. But he knew she'd be okay, she was a Wyatt, a survivor.~~~Over the next week, Y/n threw herself into everything she could. Spending time with friends, family, and pack members. When Lex found out she was leaving the two cried together for what seemed like a millennium.

Despite being angry with her father, Y/n knew it was best to obey and do what she could to help. These people meant the world to her. 

She'd be going to the neighboring city, she'd have no one but her new mate. And honestly, she didn't want anything to do with him either. 

However, Y/n knew she couldn't let this keep her down. She was Y/n Wyatt, a wild free spirit and gentle heart just like her mother. Oh, how she missed her so fiercely right now. Her mother would know what to do, and maybe she wouldn't be in this situation at all. 

As the days grew closer to her meeting her betrothed, or Damian as his father said he was named. The fear she felt was mixed with an anger she didn't know she possessed. More than once she had to leave the village because she could feel a shift coming. She didn't want to be in a vulnerable state in front of her pack. 

Pushing the thoughts from her head, Y/n continues her work. She'd do the rest today and then she needed to finish packing tomorrow. The following day she'd meet Dam-.

"Excuse me miss?"

Looking over her shoulder as she works the ground for a fresh row of vegetables, Y/n spots a tall man. His hair was tied back and a single small braid came down the side of his face. 

A lazy grin covered his face as he looked her over. 

"Can I help you?" 

Y/n stood up proper, this man was a stranger one she'd couldn't quite tell yet if he was safe or not. 

"Yeah, I'm looking for the Alpha of the Wyatt pack."

"I can take you there, what is your reasoning?"

"Well, I'm here for my betrothed."

Everything felt like it stopped, Y/n's heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she looked at him. 

"You...you're the alpha of the Archers?"

"Indeed, Damian Priest."

Sticking his hand out, Damian smiles.

"And you are?" 

"Y/n... please come with me." 

Quickly leaving the field, Y/n made her way through the village towards the caves where she knew her father would be. She couldn't believe he was actually here. Not to mention early. Her father told her a week and she still had two days.

Damian walked beside her easily matching paces. He couldn't help but occasionally glance over at the woman, she was stunning. Sure he knew to keep his mind on his betrothed, but he did his best not to let the gaze go past her face.

When they get to the cave Y/n has Damian wait outside, then walks in making her way towards the back. Spotting her father she tamps down the rising mix of feelings and walks over to him. 

"Hello, Y/n come have a seat."

"I can't. There's someone here to see you."

"Who?"

"Damian."

She spits out and turns on her heel, quickly leaving the caves with her father right behind her.

"He'll be out in a moment."

Y/n walks away from the caves, ignoring her father's call of her name, breaking into a run. Y/n takes a familiar path through the woods. One that she knew by heart and could walk with her eyes closed. She had walked it so many times with her mother before she died, and whenever Y/n needed to feel close to her this was the way she went. 

Coming to a small pond with a little waterfall falling into it Y/n sits on a rock, wrapping her arms around her body. Her head hung as she worked on getting her emotions under control. The foster fills with a light breeze, with the slight scatter and noise from animals soothing her.~~~Bray watched his daughter run off and sighed looking at Damian.

"Sorry about that, she wasn't expecting you for another two days."

"What? Wait, you mean that's your daughter?"

"My one and only. She wasn't very pleased when I told her about the betrothal, or that she'd be leaving but she has accepted it." 

"I know I wasn't due for another two days, but there's a bad storm coming tomorrow night meaning it won't be safe to travel far. So I figured I'd come and see if I could collect her now." 

"We can talk to her about it. I don't think she'll have an issue with that." 

"And where has she gone?" 

"To the pond, a place where she and her mother used to spend a lot of time together. Especially right before she died."

"Oh, m’sorry for your loss." 

"Thank you, she goes there when things get too overwhelming for her, or she wants to feel the connection to her again." 

Damian nods as he follows Bray, he could feel eyes on them as they walked through the small village. He knew the effect he had when walking through his city, it was just one of the things that came with being an alpha. The aura of power and dominance seemed to ooze off him, at least that's what his friend Keith said.

"Do you have someone watching over for you?"

"Yes, I told them I may not be back tonight so I already had everything set up before leaving."

"You're welcome to stay here tonight if you so wish too, Y/n hasn't finished all her packing and I know she'll want to say bye to her people." 

Bray sighs as they get to his house, he couldn't believe she was leaving. But he knew this would be good for all of them. 

"Y/n will be allowed to return, this whole thing is to bring a truce and peace to our packs. So naturally, she'll need to come home and I've already spoken with my people. You are more than welcome to visit. One thing I do want to make clear up front; If there is anyone from your pack who doesn't follow the treaty will be sorry."

"Same goes for your people as well."

Bray looks at him whilst unlocking the door and letting Damian in first, he knew Erik wouldn't like him being alone with the other Alpha. After all, they didn't know him all that well but if they were going to make this treaty work then they needed to build trust.

"So… Uh, how long do you think she'll be gone?" 

"It's hard to say, Y/n knows not to stay out too late. But she's mad at me so she may try, however, I have Erik who can go and get her." 

"Who's Erik?"

Damian asks, looking at Bray, he wasn't too sure he was okay with some random guy going after the woman he was here for.

"My best friend. He's her godfather, and before you worry he already has a mate and sees Y/n as nothing more than a daughter. I trust him with my life, and I trust him with Y/n's. Please have a seat."

Bray goes about getting them drinks, and looks out the kitchen window. He really hoped his girl was going to be okay.

~~~

Y/n kicks a rock as she makes her way back towards the village, the sun had just gone down and it was starting to get dark. Thankfully the moon lit her way. She didn't feel safe until she could see all the lights coming from the houses. Waving to a few pack members still out, Y/n walks up to her own house. Rubbing her eyes she pushes the door open quietly, hearing voices in the kitchen she tiptoes to the stairs after removing her shoes. Y/n made sure to stay as silent as she could until she made it to her room.

Opening the door, she gently closes it behind her sighing in relief, figuring she might as well get ready for bed. Walking into her bathroom, Y/n washes her face then gets in the shower. She knew she smelled like the woods and didn't want that clinging to her sheets. 

After getting out and drying herself off, Y/n dresses in her favorite pajamas and finishes her night routine. She was hungry, she hadn't eaten since this morning she knew her father must have heard her walking around. Y/n was thankful he was giving her some space; although she knew she'd need to apologize to him for her behavior. 

Deciding to wait until they were asleep, Y/n lays in bed with her favorite book and begins reading to pass the time. She had a small light given to her by a demon friend which made her room glow a soft red, so there was no worry about it shining out from under her door. 

Glancing at her clock a while later Y/n sees it's well after midnight, so marking the page she was on Y/n creeps from her room. Walking down the stairs she goes into the kitchen and makes herself a sandwich. Grabbing a bottle of water, she turns to return to her room and nearly screams seeing Damian casually leaning against the doorway.

"You scared me, what on earth are you doing?!"

"Well, you didn't give me the chance to properly introduce myself, so I figured now was better a time than any before you darted off again in the morning. The name's Damian Priest."

"Y/n Wyatt...goodnight."

Brushing past him, she starts for the stairs, Damian grabs her wrist pulling her back around, trapping Y/n between his chest and the wall.

"Let go of me."

"Not until we talk. We've barely spoken at all, and we're leaving tomorrow night."

"I can't marry you, I can't be your mate."

"And why not?"

"Because I don't know you!"

Y/n all but seethes through her teeth looking up into his face, the only light was coming from the small night light near the foot of the stairs.

"You're a stranger, someone who's marrying me just for some peace treaty when there are plenty of other ways to deal with the conflict. And the most important reason of all is I don't love you, what kind of marriage could it be if there's no love? One made purely out of convenience is that you get a wife. Someone to look after you, bear your children, and live out the rest of her life as someone else's object. That is not how I want to live my life. But now no thanks to my father and you, I don't have a choice. I can only see this ending badly."

"One thing you need to learn very quickly princesa, is that once something is mine it stays mine. There's no mind-changing, no taking it back. Once your father signed those papers you became my mate, my partner.

You have no proof it won't be the best thing for both of us. If I didn't think it would work I never would have come here."

Damian was doing his best to be understanding, he imagined it wasn't easy having some stranger come into your life and take you away from everything. But it also wasn't that uncommon of a thing to have happened. She needed to give it a chance otherwise it was already doomed. 

"Just because he signed paper doesn't mean you own-."

"Enough!" 

Y/n quickly shuts her mouth staring up at him swallowing hard. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that, it was rude. Please go to sleep, and we can talk tomorrow on the ride back. I'll answer any questions you may have. I hope you can forgive me for that outburst." 

"Okay. Yeah I should go up now, goodnight." 

Quickly making her way up the stairs, Y/n slips into her room closing the door, leaning against it she takes a breath in. The only person to ever snap at her was her dad. Having Damian do so scared her a bit, but a part deeper inside was feeling something else. Something she didn't want to think about right now.

Eating her sandwich she puts the empty plate on her dresser, she'd take it down in the morning. Going into the bathroom she brushes her teeth then gets into bed. Looking out her window she sighs. 

"Here's to hoping tomorrow is better."

~~~

Waking the next morning Y/n does her morning routine then begins to finish up packing her belongings. She didn't have to take it all; she'd still need something for when she came to visit. That fact comforted her a little that she'd still have somewhere to go if things really didn't work out.

Taking her plate from the night before, she quietly makes her way downstairs washing it then leaving it to dry. Grabbing a jacket she slips outside and sits on the porch swing. A few of her neighbors were out; getting things ready for the storm that was coming. Pushing the swing into motion, she sits watching them move around. No place could feel home to her like this did, it wouldn't be so bad if she was leaving because she wanted to. 

Bray makes his way back home, he knew that he needed to spend as much time with Y/n as he could. He'd been doing that a lot these last few days. Seeing her on the porch swing as he walks up, Bray can't shake the hollow feeling in his heart. 

"Mind if I sit with you?" 

"No, go ahead." 

Getting situated, they begin swinging again both silent for a few minutes. 

"Dad, I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday. It's just this whole ordeal has my emotions all over the place. I wasn't expecting him so soon. And the fact I won't be living here makes my heart hurt. Do you not wanna live with me anymore? Did I do something to upset you?" 

"What? No, no! Of course you haven't my sweet blossom."

Bray says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders kissing the top of her head.

"I love having you here. The treaty, this union between you and Damian isn't just for the pack. I'm not going to be around forever Y/n, and you never go anywhere. How are you going to find a mate, someone to love and care for you? I know you're not worried about that, but I just want to be sure you're taken care of and loved. 

The time I had with your mother were the greatest years of my life, and in that I got the brightest star in my life, you. Y/n without you I don't know how I would have made it when your mother passed. 

I know I should have spoken to you first before making this treaty with Damian, but I knew you would say you'd be fine, you have your mother's spirit. I'm sorry for making you feel like I didn't want you around anymore. You're my little blossom and I'll love you for the rest of my life and on."

Listening to her father, Y/n hugged him tightly. She couldn't help the rush of tears that filled her eyes. 

"I love you too, dad. I hope I can make you proud." 

"You already do, and I want you to know that if for any reason you and Damian decide this isn't for you. You're always, always welcome back with open arms."

That gave her a sense of relief to know she still had that chance to come back; she was sure that Damian would get tired of her. She just needed to wait. 

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I didn't realize anyone was out here." 

Damian closes the front door and zips his jacket. 

"That's alright. We were just talking so how are you getting back? I know you ran here."

"I have someone bringing a vehicle, so we can load Y/n's stuff onto it. It will hopefully give her a chance to maybe make a friend so she doesn't feel so lonely. Naomi is very open and friendly. I'm hoping it works out."

"Speaking of, have you had the chance to see Alexa?" 

"Yes, I spoke with her last night. We said our goodbyes and she gave me a necklace." 

"You'll be able to see them again. I have some business that takes me away from the city, so once a week, for a whole day and until the wedding, I'd like you to be here. When I get back I'll pick you up, it'll keep people from trying to target her since she's new."

"Really? I won't have to go that long?" 

Damian chuckles seeing her eyes brighten up as she looks between him and her father. 

"No, you won't have to wait that long. This isn't a prison sentence, you're welcome to come back here as long as someone accompanies you."

Watching father and daughter embrace, Damian turns his attention away to give them some privacy. He knew it wasn't usual for an alpha to allow his mate to be away from the rest of the pack, but he wasn't a normal alpha. And if this could help make her happy he would do it. Plus it gave them the chance to strengthen the ties between the two packs. 

"Will people from here be allowed there?"

"Within reason, if they don't have any direct tie to you I'd rather not. It's best not to provoke or push things too far too fast. My pack already knows about all of this and they're interested. A bit hesitant but I know they just want this feud to end. It has left too many mourning their mates, and pups without parents. Since my father is no longer in charge I make the decisions and this needs to end."

"Yeah, now that a lot of the elders are gone it's time to start anew." 

Bray says and gently gives his daughter a squeeze. They sit there for a few minutes talking about her medical files being sent over to Damian's pack caretaker. When a large truck pulls up Damian stands motioning them to follow him. 

"Hello Naomi, Jimmy."

"What's up Uce? Is this her?"

Jimmy asks motioning to Y/n, Damian nods and rolls his eyes as the husband and wife introduce themselves with enthusiasm. 

"We were so excited to hear Damian was finally getting a mate. He deserves to be happy and maybe now we'll get a break from his constant bitching during rutting season," 

Jimmy whispers the last part so only Naomi and Y/n could hear. 

"Babe shut up and leave this girl alone, go help Damian get all her stuff." 

Naomi smacks his arm and turns her attention back to Y/n. 

"Please forgive my husband who more often than not speaks before thinking. Welcome to the pack." 

Y/n smiles willing her heated face to subside as she shakes hands with the woman before her. 

"That's alright, and thank you very much." 

The two women go off to the bathroom to pack Y/n's hygiene and toiletry bag. By late afternoon everything that was packed, goodbyes were said. They leave Y/n a moment with her father alone,  Naomi and Jimmy get settled in their seats while Damian waits off to the side. When they finally parted and Bray shook Damian's hand he promised to take care of her, then held open Y/n's door. 

"Time to start a new adventure."