#it would not be my fault if you got barked at or growled at or bit

[ceasarslegion]

I do wonder if all these internet poisoned folks who seek out "irredeemable and problematic fiction" to yell about are the same types who run up to pet random dogs they dont know and then scream at the owners when they get growled at or bit

#i use this comparison because ive had really large dogs all my life #and they were well trained and well socialized and because of that were very friendly and loved humans #but it always bothered me when people would run up to my dog while we were walking and pet her without my permission #like yes shes friendly and wont bite you because we made sure from her puppyhood that as a house dog she'd see humans as Big Friends but #what if she were a working dog or an off duty guard dog or service dog? #or just not as well socialized for any number of reasons #and she saw you as a Threat to herself or her owner? #and you didnt even ask me before you ran up to her with big foreign smells and hand movements and noises and started touching her? #it would not be my fault if you got barked at or growled at or bit #if they asked first i was happy to let them because i knew keira wouldnt do anything but wag her tail and give kisses and ask to play #but my dog was not a representation of every dog #and the same can be applied to anything you engage with #assume that if you poke a sleeping bear it wont end well for you #and its not the bears fault that you woke it up unpleasantly #some thoughts

[buckyhad]

Teaching time

Pairing: Boyfriend!Max Verstappen x reader x Bestfriend!Charles Leclerc

Summary: Where Charles is your bestfriend,and teach Max,your boyfriend how to fuck you.

Warnings: oral (f), alcohol, google translated french and dutch, idk what else

Charles was looking for a movie to watch for what felt like an hour, your mood not being the best this days, you started to get frustrated with your best friend.

"God, Charlie, choose one already" you barked.

"Gid chirlii" He mocked you. "Why are you in such a mood lately?" He asked then.

"I don't know what you are talking about"

"Yes you do" he laughed "I know you very well, now tell me" you always loved Charles' accent, and hearing it sothed your mood a little.

"I can't tell you" you mumbled.

Charles let it be, being your best friend for ages now, he knew that you would cometo him later.

You friendship with him went through all the phases, friends, best-friends, friends with benefits, back to best-friends when Max, one of his friends, told him how much he liked you.

Max, your now boyfriend was the sweetest man ever, hot, caring, loving, funny, think of something good, the guy has it.

But God, he wasn't the best in bed, you really wanted to cry, tore beetwen hurting his feelings or not cuming for what felt like an eternity.

"Chaaarlesss" a very drunk Max slumped next to him on the couch.

"Maaaaxx" an ecually drunk Charles answered.

"Im so fuck mate"

"What happend?" He answered fast, the guy loved to gossip of course, but he also knew it has something to do with your mood.

"You know that I dont doubt that she loves me a lot, but I think she's pretending her orgasms" Max said.

Charles laughed, he was drunk, it wasn't his fault that Max decided to talk about something serious when they both where that drunk.

"Im so sorry mate, no more laughing" he stoped when he saw Max's face. "Why would you think that?"

"You saw how grumpy she is, why do you doubt me" he covered his face "Stop laughing mate, I feel you shaking" he growled.

"Did you talk to her?"

"Don't know how, what if she isn't and I make her feel bad?"

"Charles?" Max looked up to find that he was alone "Great"

Fifteen minutes later, Charles was back with you by his side, probably as drunk as them.

"My loove" you smiled, sitting on Max's lap.

"Max said you can't cum when you fuck"

"Charlie!" "Mate!" You two talked at the same time.

"What? Im trying to solve a problem here" he shrugged.

You paused for a moment, what better time to have a serious conversation than while drunk?

"I'm sorry Max, you're right" you faced him "I didn't want to hurt your feelings"

"I'm the one whos sorry love, I just don't know how" he answered with his face burning red, having a intimate talk while Charles was looking at them wasn't in his plans for the night.

"Charles go away" Max whined.

"No! I helped, I wanna listen"

"God, you're the biggest gossip I know"

"But you are also friends with Pierre?" He asked confused "I just wanna help you two" he pouted.

"How could you help us?" You asked while laughing.

"I don't know" Charles shrugged "I just cant stand you with this mood".

"Hey!" You said hitting his arm while laughing.

"Wait" Max said "He can teach me!"

"What?!" "I'm a great teacher, you know"

"No way, no fucking way"

"Why not? You've already fuck him, he knows you, he knows me, we can cross threesome from our list, it's perfect!"

"You are really drunk Maxi" you said "You will regret saying that tomorrow"

Max, in fact, didn't regret it, and after some talking and setting some bounderies, there you were, Charles, Max and you in your bed.

"This is fucking crazy, I hope you know this" you said to your boyfriend

"And you like it" he shrugged.

"I like it too" Charles said.

"You are even crazier than him".

"Why chèrie? Because I can make you cum?" Charles murmured while getting closer to your lips "It's that it?" He said nuzzling his nose agains your neck "Come here Max, kiss her" he got away from you.

Your boyfriend did was he was told, kissing you fiercely. Placing his big hand in your thight and giving a squeeze, earning a quiet moan.

"Go to her neck now, slow" Charles commanded .

You started to lay down, with the dutch on top of you and the monegasque watching.

"Open more your legs love" Max said in between kisses and peeling off your summer dress.

"Kiss your way down" your bestfriend couldn't take his eyes of yours.

Max started his trail down to your breast, taking your bra so he could suck on your breast.

"Fuck, you're so pretty my love" he said making you moan.

"More Maxi, please" you whined, you didn't need that much preparation, having him and Charles watching you was enough. He continued his way down, hooking his thumbs on your panties, pulling it down your legs, and throwing it somewhere in the room.

"Bite her thights".

Max earned a loud gasp from you after that, and your hand tucking his hair.

"Please" you whined.

"Please what love?"

"Eat me out, please" he started with a light kiss, that made you grunt and open more your legs, and then he finally licked your pussy, making you cry out "Fuck, feels so good".

"Mate" Charles whined "Can I touch her, please" he beg watching you.

"Yes please, I want him too"

Max looked up to you, nooding his head, and that was enough for Charles to kiss you. He was hungry, missing being with you wherever he wanted.

"Fuck, i've miss this" he whispered while entering a finger in you, Max just kept licking you.

"It's too much" you cried.

"I know you can take it love" the blonde said, watching your abs start to contract and your legs shaking.

Some more thrusts from Charles' fingers and some flicking of Max tongue, you came.

"God you look so hot like that" Charles growled.

"Can't believe I've been missing this view".

"Our turn now, chèrie".

A/N: finally, here it is, enjoy. Happy almost spain gp!

#charles leclerc smut #f1 fanfic #max verstappen smut #lando norris smut #carlos sainz smut #pierre gasly smut

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 2

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You duck your head just before you can glance off the metal. Walter shoves you into the passenger seat gruffly as you drunkenly gold against his strength. You dizzy pull your feet inside as he grips the door and barely get them out of the way before he slams it. You shake your head, try to break free of the haze. Ugh, too much vodka.

The car jostles as he rips open the driver's door and the axel dips beneath his weight. He growls as he snaps the door shut and ram the keys into the ignition. He lets the engine idle as he shifts in his seat. He slips his phone out and taps with his thumb. He could crack the screen. You grasp your own cell and check for messages.

He huffs and drops his phone in the cupholder. He pulls the seatbelt across his burly figure and clicks it into place. He glares over at you as he slaps a hand around the ridge steering wheel, "buckle up."

You obey. The nightstand taken a rotten twist and the sooner it's over the better. You just need to find Faye. You do up your belt and grab your phone again. You key in a message without a care for typos. Where is she? You suspect she might be too distracted to answer.

He reverses out sharply and you lean into the door. You look up, the streetlights glaring in your vision, then another light draws your attention. His phone is still bright. You squint at the map on the screen and the dot pulsing a couple blocks away.

"What the hell?" You bend to see clearer and he resches over to shove you back against the seat. "You're tracking her?"

"None of your business, " he sneers. "That's fucked up," you say. "You got a nasty mouth. Now I know where she got that from."

"I didn't raise her," you scoff. "Why the hell am I here if you got GPS on her--"

"Because for once you're gonna face consequences for your actions," he growls as he turns the corner without slowing down.

"Stop the car," you demand.

"Shut up."

"Stop!" You pull on the door handle futilely, "let me out."

"Don't do that," he barks as he keeps his foot on the gas.

"Let me out!" You raise your voice, "let me the fuck out, Walter."

"Mr. Marshall," he retorts meanly. "Stop fucking around."

"I said. Let. Me. Out." You hit his shoulder with your fist and the wheels swerve. He slams on the brakes and you lurch back in your seat.

"Hey!" He roars and reaches over to grab your wrist. He twists and you whine. "You're gonna get us fucking killed."

"No, you are."

"You ever shut that mouth," he sneers as you try to free your arm, only further stressing the tendon. You whimper and bring your other hand up to try to peel away his fingers.

"Let me go." He huffs and releases you.

You recoil and rub your wrist as you pout. You're quiet as you evaluate the throbbing in your muscles.

"You know, I don't think you'd want someone treating Faye like this," you murmur.

"Shut up," he mutters as he eases onto the gas.

"No, stop, I'm getting out."

"You're not going anywhere," he quickly builds speed again. "And you're not going to talk about my daughter again."

"Well... you put your hands on me. What kind of man--"

"I'd hate to think of the boys you call men," he spits.

You reel at his inference. Is he calling you a slut? He would laugh at the truth.

"Whatever," you cross your arms and sit back, fingers still tingling.

He drives on in silence, only his grumbles underlining his slow breaths. You don't get it. How is it always your fault? You got better grades than Faye, you did extracurriculars, it isn't your fault you couldn't afford tuition.

You don't spill any of these gripes to Walter. He would care. He doesn't care. He just needs someone to blame besides his precious daughter. If only he knew how many times you kept her from worse mistakes.

You peer out the window, yellow blocks of light flicking in between the dark. You had a bad feeling about tonight. You saw right through Faye. You knew she wasn’t coming for you. These days, your hang outs rarely end up being just that. You just don’t know why. She’s changed.

Or maybe she’s outgrowing you. She’s in college and you’re working down at the diner, scrounging tips to pay your mother’s rent. You slump down as the drunkenness coaxes your self-pity to the surface.

Your eyes wander across the dashboard. It’s not old and grimy like your mother’s used Chrysler. It has bluetooth and lights and the heat works. There isn’t a crack down the plastic and it doesn’t smell like cigarettes.

It was easier in high school to pretend you belonged with Faye. You still had that layer of naivete that made you believe things could get better for you. Well, life’s begun and you’re just the same as you ever were.

You’re rattled suddenly as he shakes you, his large hand on your shoulder, “wake up.”

“Hey,” you shrug him off, “I’m awake.” You swat him away again, “don’t touch me.”

He blows out between his lips and snorts, bringing his hand back to the wheel. You sit up and turn your eyes back out the window. He’s just another person in your life who thinks they can mistreat you. His temper tantrum is nothing to you, just like you’re nothing to him.

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #night hunter #drabble #au #the club #you make me wanna

[princessbrunette]

wrote this for the ppl who understand that if the cameron’s just paid attention to rafes mental health they wouldn’t be in all the shit they’re in now ……. he needs a hug and attention and love trust me i can fix him ok

cw: angry rafe, daddy issues, that’s it ig

rafe gets angry. real angry.

you know it’s happening again when you’re upstairs in his room, waiting for him to return from the conversation he’s having with his father down stairs. you hear raised voices, nothing out of the ordinary and then his fist pounding straight through a wall. you wasn’t sure what had gone on, but it had to be bad.

it used to frighten you, especially when you’d hear his footsteps thundering up the stairs to evade the situation. good on him for removing himself, you think now, but back then you might’ve stood in the corner of the room not moving, not even breathing as if to try and blend in with the wall completely. you thought alerting him of your existence might make him more mad, maybe direct it at you. you’d let him angrily pace around until he calmed, it was like clockwork. you got used to it, and the anxiety melted away into pity. no one got rafe like you did.

he slams the bedroom door behind him when he storms in and you jump a little at the way it shakes on its hinges. “ffffuck.” he growls, running his hands over his face as he changes his direction on his feet, as if he wanted to do a billion things at once. you see his hand is all fucked up, assumably from punching a hole in the wall.

“what happened, rafe?” you keep your voice calm, edging to the end of the bed closer to where he paces about.

“just— fucking— my dad is the most selfish fucking asshole i’ve ever met. all my hard work, all the shit i was breaking my back to do for him, down the drain i—” he runs a hand over his head, barking out an angry laugh.

“you hurt your hand?” you redirect the conversation. maybe it would help, you thought. he turns his hand over and barely glances over his knuckles, simply shaking it off like that would rid of the injury. he wouldn’t keep his eyes in one place, wouldn’t calm his breathing.

“that doesn’t — fuck— y’don’t get it okay? you don’t hear the way he talks to me i—” he stops where he is, fisting at his eyes with the balls of his hands, mouth gaping a little as he pants. “i don’t mean to freak out, i swear, i just get so mad and then i lose control and it’s — i’m really trying to not — i’m trying for you—” he can’t get his words out, and when he pulls his hands away his brow is creased and he has tears in his eyes. he looks younger like this, stripped back to his most vulnerable state. you instantly hop off the end of the bed, coming to him. he lets you hold his face.

“hey, it’s okay. rafe, it’s okay. i know.” you coo. even that gets him to soften a little bit. no one has ever treat him with patience or care. you’d seen the way the cameron’s treat him. no regard for his mental health, even when it’s so abundantly clear somethings not quite right. he didn’t need to be disciplined more or shut down, he needed to be loved. he needed you.

he looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time again, his breathing slowing and you pull him to the bed and sit him down, wedging yourself beside him. “s’not your fault, rafe. we can get you some help.”

his eyes drop to his hand, avoidant once more. “i don’t need… i don’t need help— i need my dad to stop—” he goes to raise his voice again but you shush him softly, rubbing circles across his broad back.

“rafe. it’s okay. c’mon. he’ll come around.”

he clenches his jaw, but nods anyway. yeah, he’ll come around.

#rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble

[untaemedqueen]

Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 x Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Omega Abuse

A/N: This will be the only chapter posted to Tumblr. All future chapters can be found on Patreon~! See you there!

Chapter 1.

"You do not lock the goddamn doors in this fucking house."

The sentence was thick with a growl, one that if I was born correctly wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. Just hearing the sharp hit of his words, my insides clenched and coiled, dying to listen and make sure that he wouldn't be mad at me again.

"Sorry," I whispered softly, looking down at my bare toes that curled awkwardly under my gaze.

"You need to put on your scent blocker and try a little bit harder to fit in here. You're making all your brothers crazy with that fucking smell."

Swallowing thickly, I grabbed the bottle from him with a nod.

If my scent made my brothers crazy, they made me out of my fucking mind with sickness. Every one of them smells like acidic garbage with a hint of overpowering sweetness, y'know, like the way too fake soaps or body lotions you find in those hoity toity stores.

"You're a fucking Pangborn. Please act like it," my father grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the smell of my nervousness. "Jesus Christ. I can't believe your mother made you."

His words were a low blow but nothing I wasn't used to hearing now. Nothing any of the pack said got to me as bad as it used it.

Liar.

Okay, a lot of it hurt but I tried not to think of it all the time. It was my fault, really. I wasn't born right.

To be a Pangborn in Cypress City, you have to be an alpha. The Pangborns breed for one purpose and one purpose only, to give the city more alphas then they know what to do with.

Every Pangborn is expected to be a boy, to be an alpha and to take on the numerous betas that are practically beating down the door for them to be let in. So when I was born, disappointment was ripe in the air. It still is.

A small female omega with no qualities and no purpose.

I'm nothing.

Oh that's fun, what a great thought to have. Even if it hurts, it's true.

Since I was born I've been kept hidden like a secret. There's no fairytale here, there's no pack of alpha princes waiting at the bottom of my incredibly sterile, sad tower. There's no one that cares. Well, maybe Brady and MacKenzie but they pretend I don't exist half the time.

Looking down at the bottle of scent blocker, a sob threatened to well up in my throat.

"Weak omega bullshit." That's what my father would say.

It's so fucking annoying to be different. It's so painful. But the hope that one day I'd be accepted never ceased to creep into my thoughts.

So I sprayed the spray on even though it makes me feel sick.

I could smell him before my door opened. His alpha pheromones were bleeding throughout the long hallway that lead to my room.

He smelled of garbage, lemon juice and the slightest hint of boysenberry. Although the boysenberry is not his own smell. It's a betas.

"Oy!" MacKenzie booms, shoving open the door.

His bright red hair and forest green eyes searched the mostly barren room until he found me in the corner.

"He cornered you again?" he asked softly, stepping into the room like he's witnessing a hurt animal.

"It's okay!" I tried to beam a smile for him but it fell flat into some kind of grimace.

MacKenzie wasn't really my brother, he hailed from the Alban Pangborns so he's more like my very distant cousin but he's pack and that makes him my authority regardless. If he barked at me, I'd end up doing his bidding. Just like all my other brothers do. I'm grateful he doesn't do it but he still could nonetheless.

"You sprayed on the right amount," Kenz praised, giving me a small smile.

The praise made me want to preen, made me want to jump and shout for joy that I did something right but I kept it locked tight within me.

"You'll be pleased to know that your father and some of the others are going on a business trip soon. It'll just be some of us left in the house. You won't have to smell all this alpha shite around, you ken?"

His thick accent made me smile then. When he first came over from Alba I had not a fucking clue what he was talking about but now it almost feels like a secret language we speak.

"I ken," I nodded, setting the spray down on my dresser.

"Just wait a while to come down to get your dinner. The boys and I have been having a beta fucking feast," he wiggled his eyebrows and left the doorway without so much as a goodbye.

I wish I was a beta.

No, actually, I wished I was an alpha. I wished I was born an alpha so that I didn't have to be a disappointment and left out of everything.

Sitting down on my bed, I fluffed the uncomfortable comforter around me to no avail and since I know I'm alone I let out the most pitiful of whines. Whining wasn't allowed. My father told me that alphas hate whining more than anything.

Once I whined during dinner with the Landons and their alpha son looked like he wanted to tackle me from across the table. It was the one and only time I was able to go to dinner with my family. They never let me go again.

I apparently ruined their business merger dinner.

My family made a fuck ton of money. Too much money to count on your fingers, not that I'd ever see a cent. I wasn't worth a dollar to them. They own a vast majority of land across the globe, mostly farms or patches of free wilderness that people are begging to buy from them.

If only those vast patches of land would be able to buy me a soft comfortable comforter. This one is rough and itchy and I don't like it. I don't know much about being an omega but I do know that I don't like the blankets I own.

You see, omegas are rare. Like one in one hundred is an omega rare. Somewhere in history omegas just became a rarity and as such they're terribly hated.

Whenever I tried to ask the pack any questions they all shut me down with a growl and told me to go back to my room.

"Y/N!"

My father's bark was sharp and I tightened my terribly uncomfortable blanket over my shoulders at the noise.

If they are having a beta party downstairs I most certainly wouldn't be welcome to interrupt it. All the beta females that came into the house hated me. I tried to be friendly and smile, tried to make friends with other girls but they didn't want anything to do with me.

Probably feeding into the whole hate omega-kind thing, huh?

When my father shouted my name again, I had no choice but to get up. It was an alpha command now, filled with bite and fury.

If I saw one bare tit I was going to lose my goddamn mind. I'd been having these awful urges these past couple of months. It felt like something was boiling in my gut and itching beneath my skin, just begging to get out of me. What it was, I wasn't sure but it feels fucking awful and devastating just the same.

When I was starting to run a fever, my father would give me a few pills and lock me up in my room until the fever had passed and I was able to carry on with my chores.

My feet took me without thinking. The large home I lived in with the twelve others in the pack passed by in a blur. I tried not to look up from the wooden floorboards, I really didn't want to see anyone mating out in the open like I know my brothers loved to do.

I could hear the audible moans of the betas, probably in various states of undress all around me as I made my way to my father's office.

This had always been my home but I'd always felt like a stranger here. It's not just because my family wasn't welcoming, it just felt wrong. Nothing in this place is where it should be. The pictures on the cabin-like wooden walls weren't at all in the right order, the couches in the sitting room weren't staged properly, even the wood that goes into the fireplace smells horrendous.

Everything about this place made me feel sick.

That includes my father's office.

Once I stepped inside I was immediately smacked with pheromones, ones that made my stomach roll with nausea. I wonder if that's how everyone felt. I wonder if betas got nauseous with their families too.

My eyes scanned the room which was terribly out of order and then they caught on the one picture that sat on my father's desk.

It was her.

My mother. Whom of which I've never met. She was a beta that my father never bonded with but got pregnant anyway. He loved her…I think. But when she had me and I was an omega she was disappointed and left me here. She left me here alone. With these people.

Family.

She left me here with my family.

I hadn't realized I whined until my father cracked his hand down on his desk with a fierceness. "What did I say about that shit?!"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Not that she ever does, eh?" my brother Riley laughed, elbowing me in the ribs as he passed.

Riley was an interesting case of smells. There's the cedar which makes sense because he spends a lot of time outdoors, there's the sharpness of spearmint like a powerful gum that makes your nostrils burn and…boysenberry?

He and MacKenzie have been sharing again. Definitely not uncommon for those two.

"Close the doors. She's gonna scare all the betas away. I'm not waiting another round for Hunter to have an alpha son of his own."

"Keep the lineage alive." That's the pack motto. What a terrible fucking bumper sticker that would be.

I stood there, looking down at my toes as my father and Riley talked and laughed with one another. Probably forgetting I was even in the room. Which happens sometimes.

"Alright, little O?" Kenz cheered, entering the office.

"Don't call her that," my father snapped, finally remembering I was around.

MacKenzie held his hands up in a gesture to soothe any frayed nerves and he sat down with a groan on the couch closest to father's desk.

"Y/N," my father began, not even offering the kindness to look at me. "Your brothers and I are going on a business trip outside of the city. Some of your brothers, like MacKenzie, are staying back because they have a dinner meeting at the house while I'm away."

My head lifts in surprise. Will I be allowed to go?! Can I eat dinner with my brothers?!

"There's many alphas in the pack, we can kill two birds with one stone. This business meeting is incredibly important for us."

My smile was megawatt and I nodded instantly. "Sure, of course! I can–"

"You can," my father interrupted with a sneer. "Make sure you stay in your room, take your pills and keep your scent blocker applied when the Euphoria Pack comes to the meeting. This contract will be our biggest one so far and I will not have your omega bullshit fuck it up for the rest of us. Do you understand?"

The disappointment and sorrow that swirled through me almost knocked me off my feet. "Oh, I see… I understand."

"See that you do. I won't stand for losing this deal because you couldn't handle yourself."

God, I wanted to curl up and die. I'm so pitiful. What a fucking waste. I wish I was never born an omega.

Trying to bury whines and suffering hurt sometimes and in this instance it felt like a red hot poker was shoved down my throat.

"She stinks like sadness," Riley chuckled, shaking out his long brown hair and looking me over with disdain dripping from every pore.

"Lighten up, brother. She's only human," Kenz laughed, stepping in front of me and waving his hand behind his back.

Get out.

That's what he was telling me.

"Dinner will be brought up to you. If you're feeling hot then take your pills. We're leaving in the morning and we won't be back for a few weeks."

Oh, thank God, I could do without seeing my father and half of my brothers for weeks on end. Maybe finally I would be able to walk around without getting yelled at.

Three days of the freedom I thought I would be acquiring went by too fast. I'd been left with my brothers that were the easiest to deal with. Brady, Ronan, MacKenzie, Dash and Hunter were, of course, the easiest to deal with because they never nagged me and they were always too busy fucking betas to really give a shit what I was doing.

The house stunk of sex and carefree fun but more importantly it smelled of my freedom. I was able to go out in the garden to read, to sunbathe, to smell something that wasn't garbage. It was heavenly.

I'd seen flowers I've never seen before, ones that weren't there the last time I was in the gardens. Apparently Leticia, one of the pack chasers, suggested sprucing things up. When I suggested it to my father I got sent up to my room with no dinner and pills because I was acting 'out of order.' I'm a person not a goddamn machine. How could I possibly be out of order?

But now with the three days of freedom gone, I'm once again left up in my room without a single thing to do. Defiance curled in my bones and I narrowed my eyes at the white little pills on my bedside table.

My father wasn't here, he wouldn't know if I took them or not. I'd rather get a fever then take them and feel even sicker than before. Those pills made me nauseous and I felt like reality was so far out of touch that I'd never get back to it. I did end up spraying the scent blocker, though. Just one little spritz, just enough to save the visiting alphas downstairs from my monstrous odor.

They shouldn't be subjected to a disgusting omega. An embarrassment to the family.

The sprawling cabin estate was large before our eyes but it pales in comparison to the mansion we just created on the outskirts of the state.

"I don't like the smell," Jin murmured to us.

The smell was honestly horrific. These alphas seemed to stew in the scents of sex and their own pheromones. You could smell the female betas like they were throwing out a wide casting net to repulse everyone around them.

"Why the fuck did we agree to this?" Taehyung grumbled, folding his arms.

"Because although they're disgusting, they're rich as fuck and they have the land we need to start up the center," Namjoon replied evenly, fixing his tie.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the enlarged wooden cabin in front of us. That's exactly what it was: a large, gigantic wooden house. It would be almost comical if it wasn't very real.

"I don't even wanna touch the door," Hoseok hissed, taking to kicking the front door insead.

Even in this day and age everyone lives with the one soul purpose of finding their person, their omega but this pack didn't seem to care about finding one. Not with the way their lodgings smelled.

Now, of course, finding an omega that's right for your pack is like finding a unicorn or finding gold at the end of a rainbow but packs do it. Not all the time but enough to keep packs hopeful, at least.

Once the door swung open, a red headed alpha before us smiled widely. "Gents, welcome! The Pangborn Pack is happy to have you!"

Namjoon gave him his typical killer smile and the alpha seemed to relax at it. Our pack leader was all killer charm and easy going… until you fuck with his pack.

The seven of us have only had each other for quite a few years now and our family depends on one another more than most.

"Thank you for having us," Jimin smiled, stepping into the home first.

His eyes bounced around the interior before nodding. Once I stepped into the entryway behind him, the need to look at the inside faded. In the air, apart from the alpha scents were the scents of dinner and something so deliciously sweet that it made my mouth water.

Fuck! What is that smell?!

"Made us dessert?" Namjoon inquired with a laugh.

So he can smell that too.

The scent was warm and sugary like a fresh out of the oven sugar cookie with vanilla ice cream slowly melting on top.

Why the fuck was I about to nut over dessert?

Casting my eyes to Taehyung, I could see him tugging at the collar of his expensive dress shirt.

It was getting increasingly hot in here, that I could guarantee.

The scent was so thick and practically viscous I could feel it wrapping around my cock and tugging sensuously. My knot was two seconds from expanding and the desire to rut until I was sated was pressing indecently on my brain.

"No dessert here, lads. The betas can barely cook a steak without it burning! We ordered out for dinner tonight! Dinnae ken billionaires like you would be opposed to that, eh?"

"Dinnae ken means didn't think," another alpha offered, slipping in beside the redhead. His hair was long and brown, shaggy even with a boyish smile that could probably charm anyone he laid his eyes on.

"That sounds great," Jin replied, unbuttoning his suit jacket and cracking his neck.

Whatever that fucking scent is, it has us all by the balls.

Namjoon gripped his hand into a fist, eyes glazing over all of us. "To the dining room, then?"

"Getting right down to business! I love that! We have betas to look after anyway," Red chortled, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

When the group of us moved with the two other alphas, my heart started to hammer as the smell became stronger.

I tried to temper my growl that wormed its way up my throat but Joon caught it. "I don't know what it is but fuck, I want it so bad," he agreed.

"Alright there, lads?"

"Just have to use the restroom. Would you mind sending me in the right direction?" I inquired, needing to find the words through a thick haze of want.

"Bathroom on the first floor is occupied for the betas. Second floor up that staircase there," Red pointed to the staircase from where the scent is strongest. "Fifth door on the right."

With a nod, I set off trying not to falter and stumble from the exquisite smell.

"We'll be waiting in the dining room. The pack is excited to make this merger," the brown haired man smiled.

Once they were out of sight I took the stairs two at a time, eyes searching for any indication of where the scent came from.

I let my senses guide me. Following the smell took me past the bathroom and past any rooms that smelt of the alphas. Stopping at the end of the hallway, the door before me was completely different from the others. It was metal, almost sterile in a sense. But the scent was there, it was so heady and present that my cock stood to attention.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, shoving open the door and barreling up the stairs.

The hallway I rushed down was bare of anything home-y and it looks like some sort of clinical hospital ward.

The door at the other end suddenly opened in a flourish and the sweetest little thing I'd ever seen stepped out with curious, glazed eyes.

"Omega," I groaned long and low, stepping toward her.

She was the maddening scent. She was what my pack was going crazy over.

"Oh! I'm so… I've never–" the sweet thing whispered, looking me over with hunger.

The perfect woman. Right before my fucking eyes. Those lips, those sweet eyes, that adorable, if not a little scared smile, that fucking body. Built just for me and my other pack brothers.

Mine, mine, mine! Every cell in my body screamed it with frantic need.

"Why do you smell so good?" she whimpered, lifting a hand as if she wanted to touch me.

Please fucking touch me. Holy shit, I was going out of my fucking mind from this perfect little thing.

"What do I smell like, sweetness?" I inquired, stepping closer.

"Like warm hot chocolate and marshmallows. Not like garbage at all!" she gasped, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

A laugh tumbled past my lips. What an innocent creature.

"Does everyone smell like garbage to you, sweetness?"

"I just want to…" she groaned, a whimper slipping past her lips.

A purr started in my chest, rattling my bones with how thick and heavy it was. Oh fuck, I'd never purred for anyone before.

"What do you want?" I asked softly, holding my hands up to show her I mean no harm.

She gripped my wrist with a dainty hand probably thinking it had a fierceness she didn't embody. She lifted my hand to her soft cheek and my purr started up once more.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, not taking her eyes off mine. "I know omegas are disgusting. I shouldn't bother you."

The sweet purr she pulled from me turned to a growl in an instant. "You could never be disgusting. Omegas are precious. Didn't your alphas teach you that?"

She stared up at me, eyes starting to brim with tears.

Oh my God, she was everything I could have ever wanted. My pants were so fucking tight, my heart feels like it was gonna combust and I'm pretty damn sure I just met my fucking mate.

"They're not really my alphas," she whispered softly, keeping my wrist close to her nose.

I wanted to take this gorgeous woman and lock her away where no one but the pack can find her. Holy shit, my brain was turning to fucking mush.

"What are they then if not your alphas?" I asked, stepping closer.

When my chest brushed against hers, she perfumed the air for me and another purr ripped from my chest like it was an instrument being played purely for her.

"Brothers, father," she mumbled, lost in a haze of our own making.

"So you don't have a pack of your own, sweetness?" I whispered, coursing my thumb over her cheek.

"No one would want me. I'm useless," the omega replied so softly I might not have heard her if not for her keeping my attention ensnared.

"I highly doubt that, pretty girl. What's your name?"

"Y/N…"

Beautiful.

"I'm Jeongguk. It's nice to meet you, sweetness."

"I can't take it. I can't take it. I can't take it!" Jimin chanted, rushing into the hallway.

The omegas gasp was loud and frightened for only a moment until she laid eyes on the other alpha. I purred for her, watching her instantly relax at the noise.

"This is Jimin. He's a part of my pack. The Euphoria Pack."

"Oh no, I've…I've ruined dinner. My father will be so upset with me," she groaned, sounding not as upset as she probably would be if I wasn't purring up a fucking storm.

"Scent sympathetic. I thought it was like a fucking myth for people like us," Jimin laughed, stepping up beside me.

He didn't seem jealous or upset at all that my hands were on her. We've never tried for an omega, not really. Unfortunately, most omegas wanted us for our money and not for the connection. Not to mention most of the omegas we met smelled so cloyingly sweet that it gave us headaches for weeks. Most omegas wanted just some of us but not all of us and that doesn't bode well for a pack.

"You smell like calming tea and blueberries," Y/N breathed, blinking up at him.

"And you smell like a yummy dessert, sweetheart. How's such a pretty omega like you hidden up here away from everything?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just an omega," she whimpered, looking between us.

"'Just an omega'? Don't you know your worth, pretty girl?" I scoffed, tilting my head.

She opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it and furrow her eyebrows.

"I want to introduce her to the pack. I think this is it. I think we found our girl," Jimin beamed at me, allowing her to pull him closer.

She seemed to be a needy little thing. One we certainly wouldn't mind doting on. She also seemed completely out of touch with reality and it wasn't just because she was obsessed with our scents.

"Do you have a nest, sweetness? Would you care to show us?"

A nest is very sacred to omegas, it's one of the only places they can find comfort during heats and in times of stress. It was incredibly forward for me to ask but I wanted to know what she liked. I knew my hopes might be high but I wanted to set up the nest in the new mansion how she would like it. Because she was mine. She was ours. She belonged with us.

"I– What's a nest?" Y/N asked, eyebrows pinching innocently.

"Do not fucking tell me you're kept in the dark up here," Jimin growled deeply, his scent turning acidic.

Instead of turning tail and running, she started to… climb him?

She climbed him like a fucking tree. And the good looking bastard was all for it.

One arm snaked around her waist to keep her up and the other ran up and down her back in soothing motions.

She nuzzled his cheek and neck, whimpering and begging for his scent to be all over her.

"Good girl," Jimin cooed, purring for her. "Take what you want, sweetheart. We'll gladly give it."

There were rules to getting an omega, courting before mating and making sure your omega was happy and well looked after. In some cities omegas even went to Help Centers to find their perfect pack but Cypress City had no such thing. That was what we were trying to change. That was why we needed this deal with this pack.

"I don't know what's happening! I'm so sorry! I just feel so…"

"Overwhelmed?" Jimin offered, pulling back to look at her.

She nodded, whimpering and tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

"We need to talk to the pack," I told him, pressing my chest to her back and purring. I drifted the back of my hand over her bare arm and she seemed to thrive on not only praise but physical affection.

"I can't leave her," Jimin hissed over her shoulder, hugging her tighter at the thought of having to part.

"I don't want you to go! Please! I'm so tired of being alone! Please don't go!" she sobbed into his neck.

A growl ripped from my chest at her sadness and I was storming off before I even knew what was happening.

She's mine. She's mine. She's mine.

"Guk!" Jimin called but I was already barreling down the stairs with a fierceness building in my chest.

They kept that precious omega in a sterile fucking ward like she was some sort of disease. She didn't even know what a nest was! It was a disgrace! She'd been abused without even understanding anything!

She's mine!

If one more sob of hers entered my ears, I thought I might burn their oversized camp cabin down and dance on the embers.

Shoving open the dining room doors, I glowered at the pack that sat high and mighty at the end of the long dining room table. Once they saw me and smelled me, they all stood.

"Been wandering around our home, have you?" Red asked with the tilt of his head.

"Stupid girl can't do anything but get herself in trouble!" one of them sneered.

The insult made a growl rip from my throat and they all stared long and hard at me. I wouldn't stand for this. I couldn't stand for this.

"She doesn't even know what a fucking nest is. How dare you all treat an omega like this! This is abuse!" I boomed, widening my eyes at them.

My packs jaws fell open in shock and suddenly they were standing to surround me, to have my back.

"She's scent sympathetic with us," Jimin assured, entering the room with her still cradled to him.

I was happy she liked him. He's far more easy going and carefree then most of us and she'd enjoy his company.

My pack stepped toward her and she cried sweetly at all of their scents. They purred for her and my heart expanded. No one was left out and she locked eyes with all of them. She jumped ship from Jimin to Namjoon and he nuzzled her hair. He wrapped her legs around him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Would you like to leave this place, pet?" he inquired.

“She'll do no such thing!" Red boomed.

When she whimpered at the alpha bite, we growled in defiance.

"You think your bark is bad? Mine was given to me by the devil. If I have to force you to obey, I fucking will. It's the omegas choice. You can't keep her here like a fucking prisoner!" Joon boomed.

"She's not a part of the deal," one of the Pangborn's hissed through his teeth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she gasped repeatedly, trying to set herself down.

"Do you want to get down, pet?" Namjoon asked, tilting her jaw to look up at him.

She reluctantly shook her head, burying her face back into his neck.

Oh fuck, she's so perfect and sweet.

"Then you stay exactly where you are," the pack leader whispered, giving her his wrist to be able to tilt his head and glower at the Pangborn pack.

"You expect me to pay? For a person?! Are you out of your small alpha minds?" Namjoon bit out, sneering at her brothers.

"MacKenzie… Dad is gonna flip," one of them breathed.

"I'm tired of always having to sneak Juliet around. Just be rid of her. Omegas are nothing but trouble."

Hoseok growled so loudly, something he never does, that it almost made my chest rattle.

"I know you don't know us very well," Seokjin breathed slowly as the other pack continued to argue. "But if you feel safe with us we'd like to take you somewhere you can be yourself and be happy. How does that sound, princess? You deserve much better than this shithole."

"I won't feel sick?" she inquired, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Oh, she's killing me here.

"Do you feel sick in this house?" Yoongi growled, narrowing his eyes at the other pack.

Her nod was slow and sad.

"I'm getting her out of here. Now!" Namjoon boomed, pressing her face into the scent gland of his neck.

She seemed to love being held. We could do that for her. We could give her anything and everything she wants. We could be good for her.

"Give us a million!" Red or MacKenzie called back but Namjoon was already heading for the door.

"Get fucked!" our pack leader growled.

"Wh-Where are we going?" Y/N asked, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

"Home, sweetness," I promised. "We're going home."

#ABO #Finding My Pack #Chapter 1 #Chap 1 #Omegaverse #ot7 x reader #alpha!ot7 #omega!fmc #omega!reader #jeongguk #jungkook #fic #bts fic #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #jimin #hoseok #taehyung

[moonlightspencie]

wait i noticed you also tagged remus lupin?? it's okay if you don't do it but what about a lil drabble where he comes back from a full moon with a new gash that's pretty deep and he tries to hide it but he's bleeding through his shirt so you take care of him and patch him up <3

i’m barking and growling. hurt/comfort with my current favorite man??? absolutely yes

pairing: remus lupin x reader

warnings: owies (blood and patching it up)

“Remus?” you asked carefully, peeking into the room he’d just wandered into.

He turned quickly, face paler than it usually would be after a full moon. He tugged his half-off jacket back onto his shoulders, but it was too late— you’d already seen the damage done. He slumped in his posture when he saw the change in your face, looking away towards the ground.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, though the wince he gave when he tried to tighten the jacket around his middle proved otherwise.

You sighed softly, approaching him.

“Can I see?”

He shook his head. “No. I’ll take care of it.”

“It looks bad.”

“It’s not.”

“Then prove it,” you challenged, knowing he was lying. It looked like the worse one he’d had in a long while. “Let me take a look.”

He flushed in embarrassment, shaking his head slowly. You merely reached out your hand, placing it on his shoulder. When he didn’t pull away, you rounded him to slowly take the jacket off of him. He didn’t meet your eye the entire time, but made a special effort when you took in a breath at the sight before you. The entire side of his white shirt was no longer white— it was completely stained red.

“This is bad, Remus,” you said quietly. “Come. Let’s go in the bathroom. This is going to need some special care.”

He begrudgingly followed you to the bathroom just down the hall, moving quite uncomfortably with the obvious pain that was radiating through him.

“Can I get you anything to help with the pain?” you asked, shutting the door as he walked inside the small room.

“No. I can manage,” he said softly. “You don’t have to do any of this.”

“Of course I don’t have to,” you began, unbuttoning the stained shirt, “but I want to. There is no shame in letting someone care for you when you need it.”

“It’s my own fault.”

“No, it isn’t. You and I both know you don’t choose to transform.”

He finally met your eyes for the first time since you’d caught him, and you gave him a reassuring smile. He didn’t smile back, but you could see a softness begin to settle over his features. You pulled the shirt over his shoulders, helping him out of it completely. You observed the gash in his side, trying to hide your own wince at the severity of it. It was a miracle he could walk back to the house at all after that.

“Remus,” you said softly in concern, looking at his face again.

His expression had soured again upon seeing your reaction, and even more as he saw the damage in full for the first time.

“M’sorry,” he muttered.

“Don’t apologize. It’s just— I’ll have to clean this up before I can start the healing process. Are you sure you don’t want anything for the pain?”

“I’m sure.”

You shook your head as you moved behind him to get to the sink.

“Stubborn. I’m force feeding you soup after this,” you mumbled to yourself as you wet a washcloth in warm water.

This time, you caught a brief glimpse of a smile when you looked at him in the mirror.

“This is going to sting,” you warned.

He nodded, bracing himself with a hand against the counter top as you started cleaning around the wound. He tried hard not to react, but you could see it in his face every time you glanced up. It was a couple of long minutes before you were satisfied. You reached into a cupboard to take out the essence of dittany, giving him another, similar warning to the previous one.

You got to work, applying the essence and hearing a sharp hiss as it started doing its work.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, making sure you covered every bit of the gash.

“Don’t be.”

“You’re hurt.”

He nodded. “You’re helping.”

You nodded along with him, finally finishing. You took up the washcloth again, wiping any places you’d missed before, and ensured that you’d done a satisfactory job. You’d decided it was done well enough, at least.

“That should heal just fine,” you noted, glancing at him again.

He looked back at you with a small, grateful smile, and a glimmer of something else in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

You smiled back, cheeks suddenly a little warmer.

“Of course.”

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fanfiction #lupin x reader #hp #hp fanfic #hp fandom #marauders #luna still hates jk

[odditycircus-2002]

Mortal Kombat 1 Intros Part III

THE VOTES HAVE SPOKEN! I hope y’all enjoy this, and don’t forget to like, reblog, and or comment! I do love hearing y’all’s thoughts and suggestions! 😁😁😁Featuring Medusa!Reader. If you want to see the others, click one of these

Batch1

Batch2

Quan-Chi

Quan-chi patronizing: It must enrage you that you couldn't have finished me.

Y/N hissing: If it weren't for Li Mei's jussstice, I would've had your ssspine by now!

/

Quan-chi disgusted: Why do you pine for a diseased cretin over Shang Tsung?

Y/N: Because that sssnake is below my standards, now.

/

Quan-Chi: You were Shang Tsung's wife, yet Lui Kang has gifted you a better life than either Shang and I!

Y/N: Everything I have earned in life, I have earned by my handssss and my hands alone.

/

Y/N coyly: I have to thank you for adding some spice to my meal.

Quan-Chi taken aback: That poison I slipped into your stew was enough to kill a full-grown taigore!

/

Y/N: Tch, what's good is relying heavily on your magic if a single gaze is enough to stop you in place?

Quan-chi smirks: It's fortunate then that I know how to avoid your gaze then.

/

Y/N narrows her eyes: It's bad enough that Shang Tsung knows its secrets!

Quan-Chi: Whether or not you do so willingly, I will learn witch.

/

Quan-chi: I hope your infatuation with Y/N won't put a wench in our partnership

Shang Tsung chuckles: Are we feeling a touch envious, Quan-chi?

Reiko

Y/N: I remember bandaging the bloodied boy Shao took into camp.

Reiko: I am not that boy no longer, Healer! /

Y/N: You're fortunate it was Li Mei who apprehended you, otherwise there'd be nothing to throw in Lei Chin.

Reiko: *Barks out a laugh* HA! I just need to blind you to beat you!

/

Y/N: You are no warrior but a mindlesssss blood-hungry brute, I would know.

Reiko scoffs: As if a Healer would know anything about what a true warrior is.

/

Y/N smirking: It's a shame that I couldn't have kept you in the Hanging Gardens.

Reiko growling: Care to try so again, witch?!

/

Reiko: You have forgotten your oath to Outworld!

Y/N: How is not wanting to see the Empire fall to the disease that is war, breaking my Healer's oath?

/

Reiko: The lieutenants' illness... *growls* Have you no honor?!

Y/N darkly: Not towards traitorsss of the throne.

/

Reiko: It's a shame that we could not have recruited you to the cause.

Y/N with her snakes writhing in anger: *Hisses* As if I would align myself with the brutes that would encourage Sssshang Tsung's depravity!

Tanya

Tanya: You have truly chosen better than that traitorous Sorcerer.

Y/N sighs in exasperation: I'll have to talk with Mileena about spreading rumors about my love life.

/

Tanya: You have a sister among the Umgadi?

Y/N rolls her eyes: I only know this since my mother would never ssshut up about it.

/

Tanya astonished: Shang Tsung did what to you?!

Y/N hisses at the memory: It's because I got too close to learning of hisss real laboratory.

/

Y/N: I hope you aren't the reason why Mileena missed her mandatory meditative practices today.

Tanya: I was told by her that you canceled them for the day!

/

Y/N: It is difficult, to love someone afflicted with Tarkat and watch them suffer.

Tanya: If Mileena and I can overcome these obstacles despite the risks, so can you and Baraka.

/

Y/N: I am happy to report that most of your Umgadi sisters will make a full recovery.

Tanya: It's still regrettable to lose any of my sisters, but I am happy to hear that.

/

Y/N: Did you really think I would betray the Throne?

Tanya: Honestly, there was so much deceit and conspiracies going around, I wasn't sure.

Ermac

Ermac: Neither Jerrod nor Sindel hold you at fault for their deaths.

Y/N in surprise: I- Uh um... Thank you, Ermac.

/

Ermac: Can you aid us?

Y/N: I haven't learned the same magic as Quan-chi, but I has picked up a spell or two on Shang Tsung's island.

/

Ermac: We apologize, but the answer is still no.

Y/N angrily: You're the one who freed Quan-chi in the firssst place! The least you can do is return to the palace!

/

Y/N: Why not inform Mileena instead of freeing Quan-chi?!

Ermac: We were not sure she could have ensured our continued existence

/

Y/N: If you wish to reside in the Colony, then I'll need some assurance that you won't kill my patients.

Ermac: We understand, but you just have to trust our word.

/

Y/N narrowed her eyes in suspicion: I was told by Ashrah, you nearly killed Baraka and Syzoth.

Ermac: That is not Us anymore, Y/N.

/

Y/N: How is the Collection today, Ermac?

Ermac: Thanks to your remedies, We feel more... stable.

Nitara

Nitara mockingly: Having seen your Titan self, I wonder what it says about you?

Y/N hisses: I am nothing like her!

/

Nitara: Your blood tastes like a Vaeterunian's!

Y/N angrily: Of course, Shang Tsung would think to make me monstrousss just to ssspite me!

/

Nitara: My blood magic is superior to your water magic.

Y/N: It'll do you no good once I have you choking on your own blood.

/

Y/N: Care for another demonstration on whose bite is deadlier?

Nitara: You have to actually catch me to bite me.

/

Y/N: Not till death will I ever stop fighting for my home!

Nitara: Why do you think I fight for Vaeterunus?!

/

Y/N: Even just hearing your voice sends disgussst down my spine

Nitara: The disgust is mutual even with your mask on.

/

Y/N snakes out and ready to bite: The fact that you aided that sssnake!

Nitara: A mistake and waste of time, I'll admit.

Peacemaker

Peacemaker: So how do you and that Baraka guy bump uglies? Considering how you're both-

Y/N vexated and flustered: That is NONE of your concern!

/

Peacemaker: The bleeding is mostly internal which is where most of the blood is supposed to be anyway, right?

Y/N internally screaming: That is NOT at all how it worksss!!!

/

Peacemaker: What the FUCK happened to your face?!

Y/N: A sssnake named, Shang Tsung. That's what.

/

Y/N: While I might not always agree with her, I trust Li Mei's judgment.

Peacemaker: Yet, it would've been easier if she just killed those wizard fucks!

/

Y/N: Those herbs you gave me are pretty weak.

Peacemaker: How? I gave ya the best kush I got!

/

Y/N: I can heal much of the body, but an addled mind isn't one of them

Peacemaker: If you think I'M insane, you should see the crazies in Arkham!

/

Y/N: How in the 10 hells are you still breathing?!?

Peacemaker: I honestly have no fucking clue.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat 1 #Ermac #mk reiko #Quan-chi #Peacemaker #Nitara #Tanya #tanya mk #Oddball writes #mk #mk 1 #mk1 2023 #Mortal Kombat intros #mk intros

[milaisreading]

Unexpected meeting during war times...

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. Set during WW2, nothing serious is going on, just some light-hearted writing.

(C/n)-Country name

Hana is the shorter version of Hanatamago, which is Finalnd's dog in the manga.

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

"Hana? Why are you growling like that?" (Y/n) asked as she observed the white dog. Both her and Finland's dog were relaxing on a field that was a little bit further from the country's house.

'Maybe she misses Finland and is acting out? She never growled at anyone, let alone at thin air. The poor girl.' (Y/n) thought as she picked the white do up, hugging her tightly. Finland left Hanatamago in her care when the war started on Europe's mainland, citing that the dog would be safer with someone who was neutral, but also someone he trusted. (Y/n) will make sure to comfort her!

"Ahh~ it's alright, Hana. Finland will be back soon and you will be back at his home." She sighed sadly, but the dog didn't stop growling, instead she started struggling in her hold.

"Hana! What's wrong? You didn't act like this ever around me-" Before (Y/n) could finish her speech the dog got out of her hold and ran towards the opposite direction of her house, all the while barking.

"Hana!! Come back!!! The forest has big animals and birds of prey!!" The country yelled as she quickly got up and ran after the dog, already imagining the worst scenarios.

"Hana!"

It took (C/n) 20 minutes, but she eventually found the dog, still growling behind a bush. Sighing in relief, she silently ran towards the dog and picked her up. Hana looked startled for a moment, but her distressed mood switched into a cheerful one when she saw it was (Y/n). Before the country could ask anything, she heard two loud voices... two familiar, loud voices.

"You pasta loving imbecile! Look what you did! God knows where we are!"

"How is this my fault, England! I was in a completely different aircraft!"

Behind the bush (Y/n) watched in shock as England and Italy, an Allied force member, and a Axis powers member arguing with each other. In her forest... in a neutral place. Now, (Y/n) was no coward for the most part, but she panicked for a moment. She wasn't much of a fighter, and they were pretty powerful compared to her. Just now she realized why Hana was acting out.

"Uhmm.... what are you two doing here?" Against her better judgement, (Y/n) walked closer to the two, who stopped arguing and looked at the girl. Both were confused as to who she was, and she couldn't blame them. (Y/n) wasn't really social, and most of the time her boss only goes to meet other countries. So naturally they didn't know her, except for the Nordics, Belgium, Russia, and Netherlands, she never met anyone. The only reason she knew how Italy and England looked is because the other Nordics showed them to her on photos, or she would see them in newspapers.

"Who are you?" The green-eyed country asked suspiciously, letting go of Italy's collar.

"I never met you, but you are such a bella donna! Do you come here often?!" Italy was the complete opposite, he quickly ran up to and took her hand in his, surprising (Y/n) and agitating the dog even more.

"I-I... uhm..." She stuttered out in embarrassment.

"Will you stop making her uncomfortable." England sighed at Italy's antics.

"Where are we, miss? And what is your name."

The girl looked away from Italy, who was rambling about going on a pasta date, and looked at England.

"Ehm... I am the personification of (C/n), and right now you are on my territory. How did you even get here?" England blinked at her for a moment, then his eyes slowly widened as he registered her words.

'Crap! This is a neutral country we are om! Will she chase us with guns like Switzerland?! Or arrest us?!'

"Bella! I never saw you in my life before! Why don't you come to meetings more often?! You are so beautiful, it would make me more excited if I knew you were there as well!" Italy pouted as (Y/n) grew increasingly more nervous.

'Well, this is certainly something new.' England thought to himself as they sat in (Y/n)'s living room, both served tea and some baked goods as the country sat across from them. Hana, who neatly bit off Italy's finger, was sat on the floor next to her, eating.

'I hope my boss will do something soon. He probably heard by now that these two landed here.'

"This cake is really good! Did you make it?!" Italy suddenly broke the silence as (Y/n) looked at him.

"Oh! Yeah, it's a cake Denmark and Iceland like to eat, so I learned how to make it. I am surprised it didn't come out burned this time." (Y/n) laughed nervously while taking a sip from her tea.

"Now then, let's get to the point. Why didn't you arrest us?" England sudden question caused both Italy and her to look at him.

"Why would I arrest you two?" (Y/n) questioned.

"You are a neutral country in this war, it would be pretty normal for you to do that when two countries, that are at war, invade your territory." England explained as he drank some of the tea as well, surprised by how good it tasted.

'This is nearly as good as the one back at home!'

"Oh? Is that so? I am very unfamiliar with war and how that works, since I mostly keep to myself. I guess I should have asked Denmark, Norway, or Sweden for some advice." She mused for a moment as Hana jumped on her lap.

"But, I don't see the point in arresting you two for an accident, and you didn't cause me any damage."  She answered right back as England looked at her stunned.

"You are so kind! The kindest country I ever met! Can we please stay in contact?!" Italy cheered as he walked to (Y/n)'s side and grabbed both her hands.

"I don't know if that's a good idea! Besides, I am fine with the friends I have so far." The girl answered back, growing flustered at his closeness. Growing annoyed with Italy, England walked over to him and tried to separate them.

"Let go of her! That's no way to treat a lady!"

"Please, I know how to treat you well!" Italy ignored the blonde, but before she could utter any protest while Hana kept on barking, her door was slammed open.

"What is going on?!" (Y/n) yelled as the two males looked equally startled.

"Dude, England?! Where are you?!"

"America..." England groaned in frustration as (Y/n) got her hands out of Italy's grip and hugged Hana tightly.

"Italy! You imbecile, where are you?!"

"Germany is here as well!" Italy said cheerfully.

"He just insulted you." (Y/n) said in disbelief.

"Aru~ you all are making too much noises!  Russia, you said you know your way around here."

"Da, that's true, comrade. I am very well acquainted with (C/n)."

"You know Russia?" England asked as Italy looked at the girl in surprise.

"We have a history, you can say..." (Y/n) said back.

"Mon ami is full of surprises these days."

"Enough now, we need to find Italy-san and England-san before they get in trouble."

As the two countries made their way out of the living room, (Y/n) stayed rooted to the spot while Hana started growling again.

'Why are the Axis and Allies in my house now?!'

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[staycalmandhugaclone]

I Missed You, Too

This is almost entirely @drafthorsemath's fault. We were talking about Crosshair and got sad... so I needed write a little something and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone for the Clone x Reader Bingo prompt: Bed. (It's not spicy - I just wanted a tiny snip of fluff)

In my head, this is a Doc/Crosshair future scene, but it can be read as gender neutral and totally apart from the Doc Series.

Warnings: Crosshair being Crosshair, but he's really a softy. Snuggling in bed. Probably one of the least Warning-heavy things I've written

Words: 660

I knew he’d be there, sprawled out on my cot as if it were the most natural thing in the world, feigning pure ignorance to the way seeing him like that made my heart jump as wisps of glee sparked through my stomach. I knew he’d allude to some annoyance that I’d intruded while he was so near to sleep, all the while fighting the faintest hint of a smile as he reached for me, and I knew that he wouldn’t dare let himself actually begin to drift off until he held me firmly in his arms, but there will always be some profound disconnect in consciously anticipating these things, in imaging the façade of a scowl ruined by the love he couldn’t quite keep from those golden eyes, in remembering the feel of his hands and the warmth of his touch, the strength of his embrace surrounding me and the steady beat of his heart thudding softly against my cheek, with actually living through those breath-taking moments.

His arm already lay draped dramatically over his eyes as the door hissed open, flooding the room with an unforgiving light, and I couldn’t stifle the tiny chuckle that caught in my throat at his grumble.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up.” Crosshair drawled with a careful boredom that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at as I walked past him to set my supplies down on the counter to be dealt with later.

“Keep giving me that attitude and maybe I’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” I retorted, but before I could take more than a few steps back toward the door, his arms latched about my waist, wrenching a bark of laughter from me as he hauled me toward him, something torn between a growl and a grunt rumbling from his chest.

“Alright, alright! Scoot over!” I yielded, joy singing through my voice. He refused to release me as he shifted slightly, guiding me down until I lay nestled atop his chest, body thrilling in the want fueling his hold, in the flutter of his breath through my hair as he lightly touched his lips to my brow.

“I missed you, too.” I whispered, and it was so nearly teasing were it not for the depth of some unspoken promise veiled within those words. I’ve missed you just as desperately as you’ve missed me. I understand all the secret murmurs you can’t bring yourself to say through any means other than hidden touches and the covetous strength of your embrace. I couldn’t think and not wonder about you, if you were safe, if you were happy, if you were thinking about me, too. I couldn’t breathe without searching for the scent of you upon the air, and not a moment passed in which I didn’t long to return to you.

Trying to put the entirety of those thoughts into words would only work to cheapen the violence of emotion fueling them, and so we said nothing more as a relief more profound than the first rays of sun after an unending winter storm settled quietly about the room. I felt the deep breath slowly leave him, taking with it all of the tension and fear and worry that weighed upon every second we were apart, and found my own breath mimicking his in that same release.

I’d known he’d be here, laying atop my bed in the perfect allusion to an effortless sleep we both knew he’d been robbed of since I’d left. I’d known he’d play the role of aloof impatience all the while restraining himself from giving in to the need to feel me against him until the last minute. And I knew his lips now pulled into a gentle smile that he’d never reveal to anyone but me as we finally allowed ourselves to rest, eager for the comfort of the coming night safe in each other’s arms.

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[holylulusworld]

House arrest (1)

Summary: Lloyd is getting on your nerves and more…

Summary: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: house arrest, being locked in, arguments, Lloyd being Lloyd, misogyny, a hint of housewife kink? (Lloyd), Lloyd being a shameless horny dog, implied/a hint of oral (fem rec)

A/N: For my story Lloyd got a brother.

“Entertain me, I’m bored,” Lloyd whines. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t you have anything for me to do?”

You look up from your book, frowning as Lloyd paces back and forth. “You are experiencing cabin fever, Hansen. Stop pacing, sit down, and read a book. Or watch tv.”

“You only got womanish books. I don’t want to read about the unfulfilled desires of a lady suck my dick,” he grunts. 

“Womanish, what?” you slam your book shut. “Listen. I didn’t invite you here! It’s your fault we are both under house arrest.”

“Well, shit darling. If only I knew I’ll get locked up with you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have stormed into my home after getting contaminated with an unknown substance,” you bite back. “I can’t believe I’m dying because of you.”

“Stop being dramatic, muffin!” he mutters. “You’re not going to die. If so, we would already feel the influence of the unknown substance.”

“Thank you, Madame Curie,” you roll your eyes. “If only you stayed away from me, Hansen. I can’t go to work. I can’t go to my yoga studio. I can’t do shit.”

“Please excuse me for being worried about my brother’s sister-in-law,” Lloyd sneers at you. “My brother was worried about your well-being.”

“You mean you wanted to get to know more about the person your brother is dating,” you growl. “I won’t tell you shit about them, Mr. I wear sunglasses even inside.”

“What? Can I not be worried about my brother marrying someone he barely knows?” 

“If you know, you know, Hansen. I don’t mess with someone else’s relationship. You should do the same. Leave your brother alone. He’s in love.”

“Love-“ Lloyd makes a face. He retches and grumbles under his breath, “is for dreamer and people having their heads in the clouds. Love is a construct made up by flower shops.”

“Only as you are less romantic than a punch to the guts doesn’t mean everyone wants to stay alone and fuck their way through the masses.”

“Boring,” he grins at you. “All you do is annoying and boring. Even your food.”

“Well, then order shit from your buddies poking me with their syringes twice a day. Maybe they got better food than me,” you get up from the couch to leave the living room. 

Lloyd is getting on your nerves again, and you’re sure that you’ll kill him if you must spend another minute with him in the same room.

“Eggs again. Boring,” Lloyd watches you make breakfast. For you. Not him. “Don’t you have anything more…existing?”

“Why must everything be exciting? I want eggs. If you want something else, ask one of your buddies to bring you breakfast.”

“Calm down, muffin. I’ll take the eggs. Even though, they are boring,” he plops down on one of your kitchen stools. 

“I didn’t make them for you, asshat,” you point the spatula at the annoying intruder occupying your guestroom for the better of two weeks.

“Aw, I bet you’d made a cute housewife,” he hums while eyeing the eggs you place on a plate in front of you. “You’d bake and cook for your man, make him a drink, and go down on your knees to thank him for the money he brings home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you throw your orange juice in his face, scowling at the misogynistic asshole. “If not for the bunch of armed assholes parking in the van in front of my house, I’d kick you out of my house.”

“Try me, cupcake,” he snickers. “You should know that you owe me a shirt now.” Lloyd looks down at his now ruined shirt.

“You’re lucky I didn’t cut your balls off for the comment you just made. You misogynic bastard!” you storm off, cursing Lloyd's birth on your way out of the kitchen.

“She forgot her eggs.”

Lloyd grabs the plate and a fork. He sinks the fork into the eggs to feast on them. “More for me then…”

“How much longer?” you bark in the phone. You’re just done having Lloyd Hansen around. “If I lose my job I’ll make you responsible.”

You close your eyes and rub your temple.

“I already called them, cupcake. They want us to wait for at least two more weeks.”

“Fine. If I kill him, it’s your fault alone…”

“You mean if I kill you,” Lloyd grunts. “Being stuck here with you is hell. I haven’t had good food in ages. And we don’t want to talk about my dick.”

“I agree!” you snap at him. “We don’t want to talk about your dick, Hansen.”

‘Now we do the cobra pose.’

You stretch your body to get ready for your next yoga position. 

“Great. That’s my favorite position,” you grumble as the instructor shows you the next position. “It’s just not the same to watch a video.”

You lie on your stomach with your hands facing forward. You keep your elbows by your side and press your hands into the ground. “Breathe Y/N, “you groan as you slowly lift your chest, head, and shoulders to create an arch in your back. 

“Fuck me,” you don’t hear Lloyd sneak into the room to watch you wiggle your ass. He groans and curses as your ass is right there, on full display. “Cupcake got a juicy ass.”

He steps closer, hand reaching out to slap your cheek. Lloyd stops his hand midair. He weighs his options, eyes drifting toward his crotch. “Alright, we get something better…”

“What the fuck!” you squeak and scream as Lloyd grabs your yoga pants to rip them open. “Lloyd!”

“Fuck, I knew you are hiding a perfect little pussy underneath your ugly clothes,” he stares at your exposed pussy with darkened eyes. “Damn it, buddy. We are going on a wild ride today…”

“HANSEN!” you try to get up, but Lloyd is right behind you. He grabs your ass to keep you in place, surprising you with his strength. “WHAT? OH. God.”

You feel his mustache tickle your clit. He hums and purrs as you spread your legs a little wider. “I think I found something less boring, cupcake. Now relax and let me take care of this poor thing. I bet she didn’t get any for a long time…

>> Part 2

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[lumienyx]

Could you write something about astarion getting to eat a dish with garlic in it for the first time since he became a vampire?

I assume that the tadpole would let him do that and think getting to experience food youre basically allergic to again is an experience.

Maybe it doesnt taste the way he remembers and doesnt compare to memory (based on my experience with milk based products)

Delectable Treats

A/N: honestly I just wanted to write this exact scene as is but then the idea uhhhhh well it got away from me XD not quite into crack territory (hopefully) but definitely there with a hefty dose of humor and fluff🥺 hope you enjoy✨

Rating: T | Pairing: Astarion/Male Tav | Words: 2,362

Tags: Humor, Fluff, Banter, Astarion Being Astarion, Astarion POV, Appropriate Use of Illithid Parasite Powers

Summary:

Astarion lets out the heaviest sigh he can manage, making it all kinds of dramatic; he has an audience after all. He turns to said audience, looking them straight in the eyes, and says, “Can you believe I’ve been relegated to this? By my own lover, no less.” He only gets a headshake and a slow blink in reply. “Have you nothing to say about my misfortune? At all?"

Or, after a violent altercation that leaves most of the crew dead or incapacitated, Astarion ends up cooking dinner for the newly healed and revivified. It goes as well as you… wouldn't expect, really.

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Astarion lets out the heaviest sigh he can manage, making it all kinds of dramatic. He has an audience after all. He turns to said audience, looking them straight in the eyes, and says,

“Can you believe I’ve been relegated to this? By my own lover, no less.” He only gets a headshake and a slow blink in reply. “Have you nothing to say about my misfortune? At all? And this is after all the treats I’ve given you! Scratch? Tara?”

Scratch barks at him, circling around himself a few times as he wags his tail. Tara keeps staring at him with a calm, collected expression which Astarion can swear is almost sympathetic. She then allows a gentle, drawn-out meow.

“I mean, it’s like we’re just tools for them, aren’t we?” Astarion goes on, lifting the lid to check on his… experiment. Seems fine, for now at least. “You, Scratch, ever bound to chase that muddied pathetic excuse for a ball—remind me to buy a new one next time we’re out, by the way.”

He focuses once more on the spell he has active, heating the metal contraption further as the time is just about up.

“And you, Tara—are you forever fated to hunt down rare scrolls for Gale and be his comfort object?” Astarion goes on. “Well, I mean, that is what cats are—”

Tara cuts him off with a hiss.

“—I mean, tressyms are for, of course.” Tara’s hiss melds into a threatening growl, which Astarion completely ignores. “But me,” he sneers, “cooking? Beyond humiliating."

Scratch barks his agreement. Tara flaps her wings in another half-hearted threat, before sliding closer to Astarion, no doubt asking for apologetic pets.

With another painstaking sigh, Astarion relents, running his hands through her soft fur. Scratch soon joins, too, never one to miss out on affection offered freely, and so Astarion has to alternate between petting them both. As he bakes dinner. For everyone in camp but himself. 

Astarion supposes it's kind of his own fault for not keeping his mouth shut but he prefers to blame everyone else anyway. Shadowheart for casting her new 'blessing' of a protection spell on them before their party left. Clueless herself that the spell would deal damage to her for every wound the targets suffer, and so she just up and died spontaneously while staying back at camp. Lae’zel up next, killed by a far-too-lucky blast to the head. Gale drained dry of almost all life within him with a necrotic energy so strong that Tav's Counterspell did nothing against it. Karlach and Wyll both trapped by Hold Person and hit by a rock—luckily not quite killed, but very much incapacitated.

The Underdark truly was a place too dark and full to the brim with terrors.

Astarion and Tav managed to avoid most of the damage; Astarion by hiding and Tav with a Globe of Invulnerability that came into effect far too late to protect the others. And so, the both of them ended up dragging dead and disfigured bodies of their friends back to camp, where Halsin, a newly resurrected Shadowheart, and Tav tended to the wounded—and Withers to the dead. The quite gory sight made even Astarion uncomfortable, the spilled blood not inducing any hunger, just crippling anxiety for those he has come to call friends.

“I suppose dinner will have to wait,” Halsin says somewhat grimly, somewhat as a joke as he takes in the gravity of the situation.

“If it’s not anything difficult,” some doubtless evil force prompted Astarion to say, “I can take care of that.”

“Can you?” 

“Really?”

And suddenly, Astarion found himself directed to a meager stash of ingredients—because the bigger one is located in Gale’s pocket dimension for preserving any and all food, which they now cannot access with the wizard comatose. It’s how he finds himself here, now, opening the metal contraption serving as a poor substitute for an oven, kept hot continuously by a Heat Metal spell Tav modified to run past its one-minute time limit. Lying there on the makeshift cooking trays is perfectly cooked, aromatic garlic bread along with a few hefty pieces of beef lathered with the variety of vegetables Astarion had found in the stash. He’d thrown in the spices they had as well, and by the way the meat smelled, he’d added just the right concoction of those.

This is absolute insanity, Astarion decides. Though he can’t help but feel strangely satisfied with his efforts. He hopes, though he’s loath to admit it to himself, that Tav enjoys it, at least.

It all starts to seem even more like a fever dream as Astarion returns to the campfire to find all of his companions in an adequate state of healed or revivified. Some drinking water, some leaning hard on the booze. 

“My painkiller,” Wyll insists, holding tight to his wine bottle. 

“Give it back and eat first,” Shadowheart reprimands him, herself still looking more like a walking corpse than a living being. 

It’s then that Astarion cuts in with the announcement that dinner seems to be, by all means, ready.

There’s skepticism, at first. Gale scowls, unable to accept that they decided to ‘trust dinner to a vampire whose diet only consists of blood and self-glorification,’ rather than wait for his rather lengthy return from nigh-eternal sleep. Tav smiles as he cuts himself his share, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the look in them a bit apprehensive. Karlach says, well, they’ve gotten through the sheer hell sprung up on them in the Underdark, they can survive food poisoning, right?

Astarion simply lounges with his head on Tav’s lap in their childish-looking circle around the fire, wishing he could drop dead a second time in his increasingly agonizing existence. Preferably right there on the spot.

Though when Tav runs his hands through Astarion’s hair, the touch soft, and warm, and perfect—Astarion thinks that maybe that’s payment enough for enduring all this slander.

“I’ll remind you,” he says, waving in Tav and Halsin’s direction, “that you explicitly asked for this.”

“Wait, listen!” Karlach’s eyes grow wide. “Holy hells, this is actually good!”

“What?” and that’s Gale, “I don’t believe it.”

“Hm. Neither did I, but by Vlaakith, it truly does taste… palatable.”

“Palatable? The bread is fucking delicious! Astarion, how did you manage it?”

“Is it a flavor illusion?”

“Did you steal it?”

“Did you hire one of your ghouls to do it?”

“No, ghouls wouldn’t know how to cook, Tav, stop acting the idiot. But maybe he has some imprisoned, tortured chef we’re unaware of?”

“Honestly, sweet Shadowheart.” Astarion lifts his hand to his chest in mock offense. “I would never stoop so low.”

“Then how?” Gale frowns, chewing slowly, so evidently confused as to why he isn’t disgusted by it.

Astarion only grins. “Trade secret.” Mentioning nothing of how he was himself quite concerned about the end result. He hasn’t cooked anything in hundreds of years—what felt like eternity, really. 

But there was a time—and the memory of that time is too precious and painful to be lost even to Cazador’s hold. A time when his mother fell ill of a magical ailment that required a most complex and lengthy treatment. When his father was ever so busy with magistrate business, begging his only son to support his mother in any way he could at home while he worked his way up, growing desperate as their family fortune dwindled. And so, Astarion had to learn to cook from scratch, opting for baking and boiling with just the right concoction of spices to make even laughably simple meals tasty nonetheless. Something his mother could stomach even during the most severe fevers and his father would eat cold as he returned from late nights at the office. Astarion barely remembers either of their faces, barely allows himself to utter their names in his mind, but these flashes of memory stay etched too deep into his brain to be forgotten.

“Well, I admit it,” Wyll says then, returning Astarion’s attention to the present. “I owe you an apology for the mistrust, Astarion. But I honestly thought this would taste like ashes in my mouth.”

“It would only taste like that to me,” Astarion says, “don’t you worry.”

“Oh!” Tav throws him a strange look. Astarion still can’t quite get used to the beauty of those eyes, especially as they reflect the firelight, blue and green reflecting the flame’s auburn hue. “I just wanted to offer you to try. I—I forgot, sorry.”

Astarion shrugs. “No need to apologize, darling,” he mutters, “it's my burden to bear.”

“But it’s literally melting in my mouth, it’s that good!” Karlach persists, quite loudly.

“I’d say it might just be because of the…” Shadowheart motions at the entirety of Karlach. “The heat, but I agree.”

And so commences another round of compliments Astarion can’t quite deny are lifting his mood.

Well. Seems like he’s valued after all. He sees Scratch and Tara watching him through half-lidded eyes as they doze by the fire. Envious, no doubt.

“Listen,” Tav says suddenly, putting away his plate, the food just half-finished.

Astarion asks, “Something wrong?” from where he’s still resting on Tav’s lap.

“Not at all.” Tav has that dangerous glint in his eyes, the same one he gets when he’s describing a new terrifying way he’s bent metamagic to do his (sometimes downright insane) bidding. “I was just thinking.”

“Quite dangerous for us all,” Astarion remarks, lifting himself up to sit facing his lover, “if you’re thinking of doing something… questionable again.”

“When have I ever made a so-called ‘questionable’ choice, love?”

“Oh! Remember that time you crushed me—and Gale by the way—with that bloody sun temple?”

“Anyway.” Tav averts his eyes. Astarion is glad to see he’s still embarrassed about that particular debacle. “What I was thinking is that… the tadpoles allow us to read each other's thoughts, yes? And use the other’s senses—I mean it worked when I showed you your face, right?”

Astarion’s already slow enough heart skips a drawn-out beat as he remembers. Connected to Tav’s mind, resonant with his soul, seeing through his eyes: a reflection Astarion has all but forgotten. Silver curls framing a face that seemed so new yet painfully familiar. Red eyes staring back at him—a prettier shade than the gory blood-red he’s always imagined.

“I remember,” he says, “how could I forget? You insist on showing it to me every day.”

Tav smiles. “Because it makes you happy.” And Astarion can’t help but smile in turn. It does.

Tav opens his mouth as if to say something, then thinks better of it. Chews on his lip, considering. Then finally asks, “Let me in?”

Astarion frowns at the proposition, still unsure of what Tav has on his mind. But he’s long gotten over the initial distrust he harbored. There really is no going back, Astarion supposes, now that he’s shown his cards and revealed just how much he cherishes Tav, relishes his closeness. How thankful he is for Tav's painfully earnest sympathy regarding Astarion’s past interfering with the present. His patience is another precious gift, as Astarion grows used to the simplest touches once more, just now comfortable with all kinds of intimacy that don’t quite lead further, thoroughly enjoying the chastest of kisses.

And so, “All right,” Astarion says. Closes his eyes and opens his mind to Tav’s.

It feels familiar, a rush of warmth that makes him shudder. A foreign presence in his thoughts that’s welcomed, because it comes with peace and no hint of deception.

“Open your eyes,” Tav prompts, then. Astarion does—only to see Tav offering him a piece of the garlic bread from his plate.

“I can’t—”

“Just try it.”

Frowning, quite confused, Astarion still accepts the piece. Takes a tiny bite and—

“Oh.” His eyes grow wide. “Hells. What the?..”

“It worked?” And Tav is smiling at him, that childlike joy illuminating his face as it so often does. “I supposed that the senses we share through the connection aren't just limited to sight. It could be taste as well. How is it?”

“Erm,” Astarion himself is quite speechless, too focused on the taste buds that are finally working the way they’re supposed to. The bread is sweet-tinged with a slightly salty base, so soft it melts on his tongue, buttery but not overly so. “It’s. Well. Uh. I can taste it. ”

“You can.”

“It’s… strange. Such a… unique flavor. I don’t even have a memory to compare it to,” Astarion muses, treating himself to another bite. "It's quite like I'm trying it for the first time." He mirrors Tav’s smile unconsciously, feeling a giddy kind of happiness bubbling in his chest. He can’t quite tell whose it is. Maybe it stems from them both. “But actually—it’s delectable, if I say so myself.”

“See what I mean?” Gale grumbles from someplace too far off to bother Astarion’s reverie. “Thrives on self-glorification.”

“Thank you, my love.” Astarion leans in for a gentle kiss. Draws it out, moving his lips softly against Tav’s, melding their thoughts so that what forms is one unified feeling of contentment. Happiness. Love—the most delightful gift Astarion’s been given. “Still, you make my life all the better,” Astarion whispers as he draws away. “You treat me so kindly and yet ask for no favors in return. I’m feeling increasingly guilty about it, truth be told.”

“Don’t.” Tav shakes his head. “You don’t owe me anything. Your happiness is a reward precious enough.”

“And how do I make you happy?” Astarion demands. “Right now, this very moment?”

Tav sneaks a glance at the others, who are all doing a rather piss poor job of ignoring Tav and Astarion’s little moment of closeness.

“Let’s get away,” Tav suggests, voice barely above a whisper. “Enjoy dinner in private. If I get a few more of those kisses out of you—I might just be the luckiest person alive.”

“Darling.” Astarion grins at the idea, though Tav must already feel his excitement through their connection. “Nothing would please me more.”

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[questionableratatouille00]

Basements and other HYDRA Bullshit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: All was going well until your Boyfriend’s past comes back to haunt him.

Note: Day five of @ailesswhumptober2023! (Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at gunpoint.)

Warnings: Cursing, guns, knives, violence, blood, injuries, Winter Soldier topics. (Torture, murder, etc.)

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The room felt like it was spinning as you felt warm blood drip down the side of your face. The knife slash to your temple had seemed more of a minor inconvenience at the time, but you now wished you’d stopped to at least quickly bandage it.

“So, you think you can take away the words and you’ll be free? Hm?” The accent of the man speaking was strong, and you knew he was addressing Bucky rather than you.

“The Winter Soldier is gone.” You hissed, not even sparing a glance at Bucky. You couldn’t handle it and you knew it, too.

“The words were only one way to activate HYDRA’s greatest weapon. We have others.” The man grinned devilishly, and it made your stomach flip.

“You’re gonna leave him alone.” Growling as you said this, you tried to force yourself forward. The chains around your wrists bound you to the walls of the dark, cold, and unwelcoming cell you were in.

“You are not in control here!” He rushed out the words as he barked them. He completed his sentence by raising his hand, ready to backhand you across the face. “I am!” He sounded erratic, and absolutely deranged.

“Don’t touch her.” Bucky’s voice was low, and dark.

“Or what?” The man spat, grinning. “What are you going to do about it?” He pulled a small red book from his pocket.

You couldn’t really recognize what the book was, but you knew it was significant. It matched the description of a book Bucky had told you about, the one that haunted him in his dreams and in his flashbacks.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Bucky glared at the man defiantly, and you attempted to copy his expression.

“You can try. But you are a dog, and this is your leash!” He waved the book in front of Bucky’s face, taunting him.

“Who the hell are you?” You asked finally.

“You should ask your companion this. Tell me, Soldat, do you remember her? Do you remember my daughter?” He barked.

You could feel your own heart sink, and with one glance at Bucky, you knew he was feeling the same thing. “Buck, who is this?”

“Victor Rostov.” He stated. “His daughter’s name is—“

“Was. Her name was Alina! She was eight. Eight years old, and you shot her in the head! You’re nothing but a monster! A monster!” Rostov howled as he raged.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You shouted at him. You didn’t want Bucky to have to hear any of this.

“She died at his hands!”

“HYDRA called for no survivors, right? They wouldn’t target a child.” You tried to reason. You didn’t want to think about how they totally would target a child.

“She’d be twenty eight! My daughter, my little girl, will never be able to live. And he can’t even fucking remember her?” Rostov’s voice was filled with pain, and you could tell that she meant a lot to him.

“I remember all of them.” Bucky admitted grimly.

“You deserve to die, monster. And so you shall.” He clicked a gun in his pocket, raising it to Bucky’s forehead.

“Hey! Hey, let’s talk about this.” You gasped, ready to beg. Rostov could hurt you all he wanted, but not Bucky. He couldn’t take Bucky from you.

You panted as blood dripped from your temple onto the ground, making a tiny little puddle. It made you feel sick, just seeing it.

“Why shouldn’t I—“ A loud gunshot rang out through the cell, or really the small basement you were being kept in. You shrieked, tears immediately rushing to your eyes as you screamed.

“Bucky! Bucky! Bucky, no! No!” You sobbed, as Rostov fell to the floor.

“It’s us! It’s us!” A few familiar voices shouted. Natasha, Steve, and Tony.

“It’s not me! It’s not me!” Bucky reassured you at the same time as you wailed.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You sobbed. “I thought you got shot. I thought you got shot.” You couldn’t seem to get enough air into your lungs, making your words, which were already mostly sobs, seem a bit breathy.

Steve and Natasha immediately rushed to the to of you, unchaining you from the walls. Tony stayed back in case anybody else was around.

“Not shot there.” Bucky tried to make you feel better, but the truth was that Rostov had shot him in the thigh before he’d died. The two of you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

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“What he said..about the monster thing. It’s not true.” You said as you got to work on patching up Bucky’s thigh.

“Not so sure about that, dollface.”

“It’s not.” You glanced up at him, before looking back down at his thigh. “Promise.”

“If you say so.” He sighed, accepting defeat here. You nodded once, getting ready to bandage the wound.

“I do say so.” After a long pause, you continued. “You gonna be okay?”

“I’ve been through worse. I’ll live.”

“I didn’t ask if you’ll live. I asked if you’ll be okay.”

“I will be okay.” He laughed every so lightly, and you smiled.

He would be okay. And so would you.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #Bucky Whump #bucky x reader angst

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Flirting

Kelly furiously dressed in her BDUs, using a towel to wick the shower water from her hair. Only the ends still retained her customary blue dye, the rest having grown out to its natural dark brown. She tightened her boot laces to the point of being uncomfortable and growled in frustration.

Third place.

They’d taken third place.

And it was her fault.

The obstacle course was going as well as usual. Blue Team had been only just trailing Purple. Kelly saw an opportunity to overtake Isaac. If she could knock him out of place it would give Sam and John a chance to close the gap. She was sure they could take this. She got cocky.

Then Vinh blind-sided her. She never saw it coming. Was too focused on being the big hero. It was a stupid oversight. The other trainee sent her tumbling end-over-end and left her gasping in the mud. Isaac sent her an infuriatingly smug grin over his shoulder. Kurt managed to slip by her as she scrambled to her feet. Purple and Green were done before Blue finally managed to get their act together and cross the line.

She glanced at the mirror. Glared at her reflection. Idiot, she seethed. Impulsively she pulled a fist back, preparing to smash it through her own face.

Someone behind her caught her fist just before she could launch her strike. She contorted and whipped around, glaring at the intruder upon her self-destructive introspection.

A pair of familiar green eyes stared back at her. A smile crossed his face. His black hair still dripped from his own shower.

“Let go, Fred,” she barked. She knew it was his plan that had knocked her Blue out of their standing. Not only was he the leader of Purple, he was the only one who could have anticipated her movement that well. She was furious with him - almost as mad as she was at herself.

“I’ll let go if you promise not to punch that mirror,” Fred said with an easy grin. “It would break my heart to see such a beautiful reflection get shattered.”

Kelly felt an unexpected thrill run the length of her spine at the unexpected compliment. An excitement she didn’t trust. So she glared more harshly and blew a huff of air through her nose. “Just shut up and let go,” she grunted, turning away from him.

Fred kept a hold of her hand. “Promise,” he prodded again. A glance in the mirror showed a surprising sincerity in his eyes. His hands were warm and his grip, through firm, was surprisingly gentle. Distractingly so.

“Fine,” she said, her voice softer now. “I won’t punch the stupid mirror.”

Fred grinned and released her hand. Kelly noted an unfamiliar sense of loss at the broken contact between them.

“Good,” he answered, taking a step back and smirking. Kelly found herself noticing his strong jaw and dimples, wondering why those attributes were suddenly standing out more to her. “You’ve got take care of that hand,” Fred continued, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “It’ll be hard to kick my butt if your knuckles are all torn up.”

Kelly felt her cheeks begin to burn. He was doing this on purpose. And she was making it pathetically easy for him… two flirtatious comments and her stomach was already doing flips. She set her jaw and clenched her fist.

Two could play at this game.

She spun on her heel to face him again. He had been close enough behind her that they were nearly pressed up against each other now. She pressed that advantage, edging even closer until her arms brushed languidly against his.

“I don’t know,” she hummed, looking up at him through her eyelashes, reaching up to brush her cool fingertips against his cheek, “I couldn’t bear the thought of putting a bruise on that handsome face.”

For several long seconds Fred showed no response. Then, all at once, his face ran through a full series of rapid-fire microexpressions. His eyes widened slightly. His pupils dilated. His jaw slackened. His breaths shortened. His cheeks started to redden.

“I, uh…” he stammered, looking like he wanted to bolt but for some reason couldn’t. He swallowed loudly. “I…” he tried again, but his voice faltered. Finally he closed his eyes, took a stiff step backward, and fast-marched out of the locker room.

Kelly watched the other Spartan beat his hasty retreat with a smug grin on her face. She took a moment to remember the utter shock on his face, committing the moment to memory with a grin. Then, with a shake of her head, she followed him out of the showers, insisting that the butterflies still fluttering in her stomach were just the effects of the leftover adrenaline from the earlier exercise.

Still, that didn’t mean that she was going to let this new tactic go to waste…

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Inspired by a conversation with @helix-studios117 and @makowrites

This was written on my phone, so I blame any and all poor formatting on that. And also my general ineptitude as an author, but that's more or less whatever.

#halo #halo fanfic #my writing #fred 104 #kelly 087 #fred 104 x kelly 087

[geordikisser]

PART 2: pregame: the smash tournament

☆ a/n: gender neutral language, suggestive language + domestic life. ☆

parings: david + angel, milo + sweetheart, asher + baaabe + sam + darlin' & lovely + vincent [ different povs for each ]

☆⃞ previous parts ┆1 :3

babe, angel, darlin’ and sam all approached the door. sweetheart already eager with milo besides them. “can we go?” they chirp eagerly. darlin’ giggles as they grab their coat from sweetheart. “uh-hm!” darlin’ smiles in response as they begin to unbutton their shirt. sams eyes widening. “jesus on a stick darlin’!” he gasped as he immediately jumps to cover them. their brow raising. “huh? o—oh right!!” they snort as they immediately re-button up their shirt. “forgot our company, my fault.” as they awkwardly scratch their neck. babe chuckling along side with angel.

as darlin’ made their way out the door, the others could hear the transformation in the process. milo was holding sweethearts hands as they jumped around excitedly. milo’s brows furrowing at them. “acting like you never rode a werewolf before.” he mutters in a low tone to sweetheart. sweethearts smile dropping within an instant. sam couldn’t help but chuckle in response to milo’s jealousy. darlin’ lets out a bark as they walk up to the front door, everyone taken aback. “always forget how big your wolf form is.” angel admits as they pet their fur. “and how soft your fur is.” darlin’ nuzzling into the touch as they lower themselves for babe & angel. babe squealing as they gently mount darlin’ along side with angel. darlin’, with ease lifts themselves up without any trouble.

“jesus. that’s some core strength for ya.” milo cringed, feeling the back pain for darlin’. darlin’ sticking their tongue out, indicating their smile. milo throws off his coat and tosses it to sweetheart. “tryna get a ride with your big strong man?” he smirks as he bares his snag tooth to them. sweetheart biting their lip followed up with a smile. “i got a better idea.” they giggle as they slip on milos coat and picks up milo. milo yelping as they are gone down the street in an instant. sam watching them zip away in the distance, milo’s cries for help following. sam chuckling as he scratches behind darlin’s ear. “you take care of yourself. don’t over do it. we’ll meet you there.” he smiles as darlin’ licks his wrist in response. sam is gone within an instance as darlin’ begins to trot away.

sweetheart and milo make it there first then sam is short to accompany them. milo saw stars and what remained above as sweetheart was just having fun as their boyfriend was loosing the light behind his eyes. “is he dead?” sam asked with a smirk. sweetheart analyzing milo for a quick second and shrugging. “probably.” they giggle as they drop milo. milo letting out a grunt as his butt hit the floor. sam laughs as he helps milo up, looking around the quad. most places were closed around this hour of night so finding an open subway here would be less than likely. “sam?” a familiar voice calls out as he whips his head to see vincent! and his mate besides him. “vincent, haven’t seen you for a minute.” sam chuckles as they shake hands. “and you. how you been.” sam asked with a smile. lovely sighs as they shrug. “how would you be if your boyfriend hated you.” they pout as vincent grips the bridge of his nose. sam laughs nervously, looking at vincent confused. “did i—?,, miss something?,,” he asked vincent as he shakes his head.

“lovely, just because i wouldn’t love you as a caterpillar doesn’t mean anything.” he groans as lovely gasps. “MEANS NOTHING? ok.” lovely begins shuffling their feet across the quad and then back to vincent and then a spark of electricity buzzes throughout vincent’s body. “OUCH— lovely,,!!!” he growls as lovely giggles and gets a head start. “bye sam!! bye milo!! bye sweetcheeks!!” as their electricity burned on across the concrete. “sweetcheeks?” milo growls at sweetheart as they gave a generous smile. “hah?,,” vincent shaking his head. “see-ya sam. got a brat to grab.” he snickers as sam nods. “glad to see you happy, vin.” he smiles. “you as well, i’m dying to meet this mate of yours.” vincent smiles as he waves sam off and is gone within an instant. darlin’ making it over shortly as babe and angel hop off their back. “hey guysss!” babe smiles as angel is wearing one to match.

darlin’ stretches as they began to retransform back. they groan, scratching their neck. “you doing ok?” sam asked darlin’ as they nod. “mhm, they weight nothing.” darlin’ smiles as they stretch to touch their toes. “what’s the plan every-pony?” babe asked as angel has to double take to rehear what they said. “every what?” babe turns their head to angel. “every-pony! like mlp!” babe restates as angel just has this disappointed look upon their face. “alright. where we going?” angel asks as sam thinks. “well i doubt a subway is opened at this hour. so-,,” everyone suddenly fell silent. “hows bout a jersey mikes?” milo suggests as darlin’ jumps to agree quickly. “yes please!! let’s go!! i know everyone’s orders.” they giggle, jumping up and down in pure excitement. “ok darlin’ calm down!” sam chuckles as they grab their hand, only causing darlin’ to grab sam’s hands with both and shake it aggressively. sam taken aback from this began shaking alongside with it. “alright, let’s go then!” babe cheers as the 6 of them walk around the district area to find the subway first. “yep. closed” sam sighs as they find their way to the jersey mikes. barley closing, darlin’ runs inside and begins to order.

sam barely had time to call for them as he sighs with a smitten look on his face. “you’re so corny, sam.” milo smirks as he glares at him. “oh please. let’s go before i say something i regret.” sam rolls his eyes as he slips his coat off, entering alongside with babe & angel, milo & sweetheart following behind shortly. sam slips darlin’ coat over their shoulders, making sure their cozy and warm (& to prevent them from getting a cold,,,) “your total is 78.98$.” the thrilled employee says as darlin’s face truths place. groaning, angel pulls out their card and hands it to the cashier. “thank you, your order is number 68.” handing them the receipt. darlin’ huffs as angel takes the receipt as the two walk away. “i had it covered.” darlin’ pouts as angel rolls their eyes. “like the fear that washed over your face at the total? funnyyy,,” they smirk, shoving darlin’ gently. darlin’ scoffs as they walk towards sam, hugging him closely. sam wrapping a arm around their waist, pulling them in even closer. “miss me already?” he hums sweetly as darlin’ nods. “missed you more, baby.” he kisses their head gently as babe & angel side eyed each-other. “do not start you two.” sweetheart snorts as they burst into laughter.

picking up their orders, babe rummaged through the bag to make sure everything is correct and where it needs to be. “ok, we are ready, wanna head out?” they turn to darlin’ who is asleep in sam’s arms. “i’ll be out with this one, you four will be ok right?” he hums as they nod. “i got this one and you zip around like the—,, fucking time bender you are.” milo gesturing to sweetheart. “got it sugar! we’ll meet you at home?” sweetheart hums as sam is off and away. the four venturing off home. milo and babe begin talking about asher as they walked home. “then, he got his head stuck in a jar,,, never thought id see that ever.” babe snorts as milo has a fucking hoot, almost choking on his sandwich. “when we were younger, asher got stuck on top of our neighborhood tree and when he fell, he rolls down the hill into the lake and turns into a wolf and doggy paddled out.” milo smiles as babe giggles. “sounds about right.” babe sighed as they admired the moon. “asher is so—,, special,,” babe smiles. “yeah, we noticed.” he sneers as babe shoves him. earning a chuckle from the brunette. “oh shut up!! like you’re any better!!” as they arrived home, david is scolding sweetheart and angel for something. “it’s been 35 minutes? what did we miss?” babe asked as angel turns to them slowly. “oh do we have a surprise for you.” they grin, face as pale as darlin’s earlier, maybe even more.

#redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted sam #redacted sweetheart #redacted vincent #redacted lovely

[littlemissmanga]

hi! saw your 200 word blurbs requests!

can I get #9 or #1 with Jesse? whatever floats your boat, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way!

thanks for considering!!

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Nonnie!!!! I did NOT forget about you! I had this in my drafts and I thought I had posted it. Thank you so much for your patience!!

As much as Jesse would love to see you in his shirt, I haven't done No. 9 yet, and I think it's time someone got tied up.

Pairing: Jesse x gn!Reader

W/C: 828 (I did not hold back on this even a little bit and I'm not sorry at all).

Warnings: M, Juicy Jesse being himself. Talk of bondage, filthy desperation, just absolute filth and sin, but no action. just the promise cause I'm a horrible tease :) Minors DNI

Divider by @samspenandsword <3

Also, this functions as a pt 2 to the Jesse kiss prompt :)

Dinner was only half done. The table still wasn’t set. You hadn’t even changed into the cute outfit you bought just for tonight. But with the way Jesse was kissing you, you doubted any of that mattered to him.

It’s his fault for not calling, anyway.

So, you decided not to let it bother you, either. You melted into his kiss, molding your lips to his as his gloved hands slid underneath your shirt, the rough fabric scraping deliciously across your skin. The rough stubble of his jaw chafing your lips and chin, but each scratch just fueled your need. The burn was a constant reminder, even when he pulled away to pant against you, that he was here. Home. Safe.

“Bed. Now,” he barked, his command only undercut by the breathlessness of his voice. Your stomach swooped at the total control he kept over himself, even as his need became evident. You planned on making him a little needier.

He was so fun when he lost control. And you wanted to be taken for a ride tonight.

With a flirty smile, you quickly shut off the stove, Jesse’s presence looming behind you, silently urging you to move faster. He was at his limit, and you loved it. Now he needed to bring you to yours.

You took his hand and pulled him into your room, letting go and slipping your shirt over your head. You turned away from him to face your bed to strip off your pants as you heard his armor falling to the floor.

Waiting …

Any moment now …

A low growl rumbled from behind you as a warm, bare chest pressed to your back. You held your breath to stop the shiver from racing down your spine.

“Mesh’la?” His tone was unnaturally calm considering, and you knew you wouldn’t be walking much tomorrow.

“Yes, baby?”

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” Jesse asked as if inquiring about the color of the bedsheets, nipping lightly at the tops of your shoulders.

“Oh, that.” Your Cheshire grin had taken over your face as you turned in Jesse’s grasp. “I wanted to do something special to welcome you home.”

The Republic cog tattoo on his forehead shifted as he raised a cocky eyebrow. “And you’re planning on tying me up?”

“Hm, maybe. If you’re good,” you tease, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck and earning a chuckle from him. “But actually, you said something on our last call …”

Tilting the tone at the end of the last word, you let your voice fade, the embarrassment of actually saying what you had in mind stealing your words. You looked at him expectantly, hoping your smart ARC trooper would remember the words he let slip so casually that had you teasing yourself in his absence several times over the past few days.

Jesse’s eyes — the ones you insisted were the “kindest in the GAR” despite being shared by so many others — sparkled with mischief.

“Go on, gorgeous. Tell me.”

He wasn’t going to go easy on you. Not that you really wanted him to. You could already feel yourself getting wet at being forced to admit your desires.

“You said you …” You paused and leaned forward to bury your face in his neck, taking in the scent of regulation soap and sweat that was uniquely your Jesse. Liking it or not, you still weren’t able to look at him directly just yet. “You said you can’t wait to see how many times you can get me to come.”

You damn near purred as his arms came around you, holding you nice and tight as his hand traced your spine.

“I did. And I plan on finding out tonight,” Jesse promised in a low voice, his lips right next to your ear. “But that doesn’t explain the rope.”

You nestled closer, running your tongue wide and wet over his Adam’s apple. You felt his cock twitch against you through his blacks.

“If I’m tied up, I can’t pull away.”

Jesse spat a curse as he lifted you and tossed you roughly onto the bed. In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning you beneath him. He reached between you to run a single, thick finger along the seam of your underwear, making you writhe against him.

“Oh yeah, can’t have you squirming now, can we?” He teased, but you couldn’t answer as his finger pressed harder against you. “You wanna be all tied up like a pretty present for me so I can thoroughly ruin you?”

You nodded frantically, delighting in the wicked smile that spread over his face. Jesse leaned to the side, grabbing the rope and pulling it through his hands just to see your eyes widen at the sight.

“Well, then. Let’s get started.”

Taglist: @dreamie411 @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @wolffegirlsunite @secondaryrealm

#juicy jesse #juicy jesse strikes again #I really don't know why he comes to me so easy #or why I get so filthy with him #he's just special I guess #tcw jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #clone thirsting

[avirael]

Vierapril 2024

Day 14 - Embarrass

It wasn’t typical for Rael to take longer to dress up than A’viloh, so he was quite surprised to find the viera still in their room. On the other hand if the Fortemps housemaids had tried to put the same amount of care into Rael’s appearance as they had into his…? Well, Rael would have murdered them all and was probably now trying to hide the bodies…

A’viloh giggled about that idea but was sure Rael had simply chased them all away with an ill-tempered look on their face. Not that A’viloh hadn’t tried that too but he had been to friendly and the maids had been persistent while he wasn’t. At least that was what he thought as he knocked on Rael’s door in his search for the viera.

“Rael? Aren’t you done yet?”

“Just a moment…”, Rael’s muffled voice answered from the other side of the door.

A moment turned into a minute, then two, then five…

“Are you alright?”, A’viloh asked seriously beginning to wonder what took Rael so long.

“No!”, they yelled and it sounded unusually distressed coming from them. “These housemaids!”, they added, as if it was a curse.

A’viloh furrowed his brow and nodded.

“Embarrassing, right? Like I can’t bath and dress myself but you think they wanted to listen to that?”

A growl sounded from the other side that sounded a bit like approval.

“We’re honorary guests after all and they were probably just told to be extra caring. It’s not their fault. I just wanted to remain polite…”

There was a conspicuous pause, that sounded as if Rael wanted to say more.

“But?”, A’viloh asked after a moment of silence.

There was a deep sigh from behind the door.

“This won’t do! A’vi you have to get me some of your clothes! They took mine away for washing and left me with nothing to wear…”

“Huh??“ Confused A’vi stared at the door. Considering how much of a fuss the maids had made until they had deemed his outfit worthy for dinner, he couldn’t believe they had just forgotten about Rael. “Nothing? To wear? You don’t mean you are-?”

“No!”, Rael hissed. “This just won’t do, alright? Get me something else, please…”

“I don’t understand…”, he said still confused, mostly by the Viera’s tone and the use of the word please.

“Are you alone?”, Rael asked shortly.

“Yes…”, he answered and then there was a long silence before Rael spoke again while audibly unlocking the door.

“If you laugh, I swear I’m going to murder you!”

Slowly the door opened a tiny bit, barely enough for A’viloh to see inside. But what he saw just made him all the more confused and he really had to pull himself together not to laugh.

“What are you wearing???”, he exclaimed but Rael just pulled him into the room and slammed the door shut. “Shhh!!!”

Rael’s face looked very disgruntled, a stark contrast to their flawless outfit. They wore a shimmering red and black dress with lots of frills and fine embroidery, that covered every piece of skin that was lower than their throat. They even wore fine gloves and elegant shoes with heels appeared below the trim of the dress as they stepped back and sat down on the canapé. It looked ridiculous!

“Why do you look like this??”, A’viloh couldn’t help but ask as much as he couldn’t help to grin a little.

“The housemaids!”, Rael cursed again. “Like you said! They insisted on helping me… bath and dress… and they must have … just assumed. They didn’t want to listen when I said I would prefer to wear my own clothes!” The Viera’s voice got a little more quiet with every word they pressed out through gritted teeth and A’vi could hear how unusually helpless Rael was.

„Uhm, fine! I‘m going to see if I can get you something from my room but look at me! I look ridiculous too, so don’t get your hopes up!“

He gestured down to his jacket. It was made from the same shimmering dark red fabric as Rael’s dress and also had lots of frills and black embroidery. He began to think that this matching look hadn’t been a coincidence…

„At least it’s not a dress!“, Rael barked.

„I see…“, A‘viloh nodded and wondered if Rael would be mad at him if he asked Haurchefant for help if he couldn’t find any other clothes in his own room. Of course they would be… „Uhm, I‘ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere!“

Rael growled. „Where would I go looking like this?! Hurry up and stop grinning like this!“

A’viloh shrugged and hurried to the door. Before he closed it behind him he couldn’t resist but to bow deeply like he imagined the highborn Elezen did. „As you wish, my lady.“

Quickly he closed the door to dodge the pillow that came flying in his direction together with a furious snarl.

„A’viloh!!“

#I tortured Rael a little but the idea was just too funny! #i imagine Rael had a really difficult time in ishgard haha… #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv writing #ff14 screenshots #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #gpose #a'viloh tia #rael hyskaris #vierapril 2024 #vierapril