#lions den series

[imaginedreamwrite]

Lion’s Den: Part 11

A/N: trigger warning for some derogatory comments about women, mild swearing (tbh I don’t want community standards to get me even though it’s mild)

The second hand. The second hand was mocking you. Every tick tick tick of the sleek silver prong behind the sharp glass was mocking you with the passing time that aggravated you with its knowledge that you couldn’t sleep.

It was a tool to drive you temporarily insane with the repetitive sound that echoed with the weight of war drums. Every tick was the sound of an ash and holly cipin banging against the side of a bodhrán.

You couldn’t turn your mind off, you couldn’t close off your auditory system to the sound of father time’s incessant beating. You couldn’t stop the endless course of thought from rampantly keeping sleep at bay.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw them. Every time you thought the gentle clasp of sleep would find you, you heard them.

Bronx & Queens, dead.

Bronx & Queen, the two guards hired to keep you safe were killed rather grisly.

You hadn’t seen the entire set of pictures, those were in the sole possession of Steve & Bucky. They have hidden away in a near destruction-proof safe while you were given the meagre knowledge that they had died and it was grim.

And you had a sick sense that something, everything, was going to go up in fire and smoke. It was a dull ache in the back of your mind, an incomprehensible fear that was reminiscent of the feeling of being watched. The underlying notion was that something was on the cusp of happening and you were complacently standing idle while the inner workings of this uncontrollable tactic were being perfected behind closed doors.

Tick, tick, tick.

You rolled onto your side, trying as best as you could not to disturb the alphas down the hall from your room, the two men who had hyper-tuned their instincts to detect the subtlest disturbance in the night would have heard you if you weren’t careful or quiet. With the urgency to be as subtle as possible, you slowly kicked the blankets off and pushed yourself to sit up on the edge of the bed, your feet touching the cool hardwood floor.

You count under your breath and started to stand, one hand pressed against the bed to keep yourself steady, and as you had gained your balance you started shuffling forward. It didn’t take you long to cross the room, though with every step you were cautious as to not wake Steve and Bucky, given that it was such a fight to be able to sleep on your own without them pressed tightly against you.

Hours before had been the catalyst that kicked their protective instincts into a whole new intensity, you were lucky to have a room to yourself tonight. You didn’t need them to know that you couldn’t sleep, you didn’t them to be overbearing about your inability to sleep well.

Once you thought the coast was clear, you slipped from the room and kept to the left side of the hallway, moving as silently as you could with every intention to curl up on the couch and watch some mindless movie to keep your mind busy.

Whether it was underlying guilt that was keeping you awake or the self-destructive anxiety that told you it would be better if you slipped out the front door rather than become some tool to cause Bucky and Steve pain, the result was the same dullness. You were unable to sleep, you were unable to turn your brain off.

And time was mocking you with every passing second that descended the night into further darkness.

“I can’t sleep.” You whispered in passing as if they could have heard your excuse for why you were awake, and then you kept on your trajectory toward the living room.

Your descent to the leather seat of the sectional was slow, and you had waited a moment to stretch out and relax against the cool material. After you had truly sunk into the surface and curled in on yourself, you raised your arm and reached behind you to grasp hold of the blanket draped over the back edge and yanked it down toward you. It took a few moments for you to straighten it out over yourself, and a few more to arrange yourself in the position you wanted.

Using your phone tucked into your hand, you used an app downloaded on your phone to turn on the television and used the same app to open one of the streaming networks. Your choice wasn’t a complicated or lengthy process, if anything you had chosen something unassuming that you wouldn’t have to pay any particular attention to.

As the opening scenes started to play, you dug deeper into your bed on the couch and tucked the blanket under your chin. Your eyes had been trained on the screen, your head tucked into a comfortable position and your legs were tucked into your self and with the addition of the background noise to drown out the ticking clock, you finally felt as if you could sleep.

You woke to the feeling of your phone vibrating against your thighs, the buzz jerking you from some kind of twisted and vague dream. Your hand clutching your phone had dragged it from under the blanket and as your vision became clearer, you had rolled onto your back gauging whether you wanted to answer the call or not.

It wasn’t an unknown number that demanded to be denied, it was your sister’s name that flashed on your screen and although you had negated any connection with her since she tried to have you fucked over with Marcus, your curiosity was almost entirely directed you to answer the call.

Without much thought, you accepted the call and held it up to your ear, listening to the egregious sound of someone having sex from the background. There were steady and hyper-sexualized grunts that were animalistic and had been followed by high-pitched squeals and fake moans that stirred your ire. You had almost hung up the phone and tossed it away from you until you heard her voice.

“You caused this you bitch,” your sisters’ curd attempt at insulting you was nothing if slurred and broken by drunkenness, “you fucking whore! Marcus took another omega because of you! If you would’ve just-“

“I told you he was a piece of shit-“ Your attempt to negate her concerns for her alpha and potential mate had been overshadowed by the sudden turn of sexual pleasure and your sister’s drunken tyrannical rage focused on you, to the sound of someone crying and Marcus’ cursing.

“I told you to get me the fucking bitch. I want the bitch not these useless whores-“

“I can’t-“

The phone was pulled from your hands and the call was immediately ended, your eyes raising to meet Bucky’s own intense gaze. Without saying anything, he had crouched by your side with his hand still clutching your phone and used his free hand had cup your chin in order to hold your gaze steady.

His eyes had met yours, holding your attention while his thumb brushed against the edge of your jaw, a soft hum reverberating in his throat. His natural scent was heady, and it was clear that Bucky was projecting to keep you calm after the phone call that hadn’t just affected you but had triggered something dark and dangerous within the two alphas.

Whether it was their natural reaction to become predators when they were threatened, or they had rooted themselves in the primordial darkness that came whenever their omega was threatened, the result had been the same.

Despite the colour of their eyes remaining relatively unchanged, there was a surge of deleterious intent reflected in their irises. Steve and Bucky both, had taken this threat and this stupid drunken mistake made by your sister as a chance to finally find the fucker permanently. They had shown some measure of mercy by allowing both your sister and Marcus the right to live, although there wasn’t even a measurable question of whether that chance would be ripped out from under them.

After tentative silence, and Steve approaching the two of you the reflection of destruction he would inflict with his bare hands had been a fine mist that seemed to hover around him. It almost appeared like a glow, something illuminating the sheer and powerful size of this alpha who was not to be fucked with.

“You’re leaving the city, and we’re finding Marcus.” Bucky had addressed you with finality, less of a request and more of a complete alpha command, one that would not allow room for arguments. “You’ll get another new phone tomorrow.”

Bucky’s hand had dropped from your chin and the comfort from his hand had dissipated, leaving you to feel chilled as if someone had sucked all warmth from the room. It took a shiver running down your spine to get you to sit up, the blanket dragged with you as you used it like a shield to obscure your body from their view. You watched them move around the penthouse apartment while you were in a daze, settled into a place of here and there.

Steve and Bucky were a unit, they were calculated in every step of their journey throughout the apartment. Whether it was one or both of them packing you an emergency bag, or gathering a kit that was designed for interrogation, albeit one where the victim may not live, they moved synonymously.

It had only taken half an hour between the phone call ending and the two alphas preparing to leave with you in tow. Your ascent to the front door had ceased when you took note of the four black duffle bags set by the sleek front door, each bag had a small circular tracking device locked onto the zipper. The first bag closest to you was the largest and seemed unassuming at best as if it was another piece of designer luggage that they could have afforded. And although it had looked to match the rest, with the same kind of onyx stitching and leather bound handles, you had a sense that there was something illusive tucked inside.

“Where are you going?” You raised your head, questioning the two of them with guilt and remorse hanging at the back of your mind. It was a slow-acting poison that countered every other normal thought, the counteracting notion that this was all your fault was affecting your composure.

Tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick.

“You’re going somewhere safe,” Steve’s hand, heavy on the back of our neck, steered your attention away from the locked front door to himself. He had drawn you in with a steady hold on you, pulling you into his chest in order for his lips to crash against yours, and with every possessive stroke of his tongue against yours, he had overshadowed your scent with his own.

Steve was holding you as tightly as he could to his body, he was effectively overwhelming you with everything he had, both as a temporary goodbye and an act of utter control and desperation to mark you as his.

As Steve pulled away, Bucky had taken over. Tongue and teeth met, and his fingers dug into your hips almost hard enough to bruise as an indicator that you were theirs and they were yours. In place of a mate mark that you hadn’t gotten yet, their scents overloading yours and the weight of their hands on your body would have to be good enough.

“And you?” You mumbled against him, your eyes fluttering closed when his lips moved to your forehead, and the soft dusting of his kiss against your flesh was another sweet goodbye. “You and Steve?”

“We’re going to find him.” Bucky had pulled away and opened the door for you, three alphas on the other side, one of which was Ari.

“Guard her with your fucking life, if it comes down to you and her-“

“I could say the same to you.” Ari alluded coolly, mutual respect and need between him and your alphas, there was an understanding between the three powerful alphas, and you felt as if you weren’t the only omega trapped in the centre of it all. “Y/N-“

“I don’t want him to breathe,” you turned on your heel, your eyes sharp as you looked between Steve and Bucky with a demand of your own, “fucking kill him. Snap his neck, throw him off the Empire State Building, just…”

“He’s not coming out alive, we promise.”

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[themundanedumpling]

why are these racers always waltzing into places like it's a fucking park?!? bro you're literally at the scene of an organised crime ATLEAST TAKE SOMEONE WITH YOU

#babe doesn't even have his super senses and yet he walked into the lion's den #pit babe spoilers #pit babe the series

[interestingkinda]

Oblivious puppy Pat is my favorite Pat

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #patpran #gifs #my gifs #the way he tiptoed in #no social awareness #just smiles and vibes #ohmnanon #episode 6 #pat x pran #ohm pawat #bl series #needed this in gif form #bad buddy series #nanon korapat #i miss them #will literally throw himself in a den of lions to be near Pran #I cackled when I saw him in the background #favorite #tv show #thai bl #i will never get over this #bl drama

[sofreddie]

New Series!!

Summary: Y/N is a high-powered businesswoman, always on the go. With her hours and crazy schedule, she doesn’t have time to date. When she needs companionship, intimacy, or even just a good time, she goes to The Lion’s Den - where no fantasy is too taboo.

A new series for @anyfandomkinkbingo, each part will feature a different kink and character.

Part 1 coming shortly!

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

@jarpad24

@flamencodiva

@donnaintx

@writercole

@waynes-multiverse

#the lion's den #new series #supernatural #spn #anyfandomkinkbingo

[magnetic-dogz]

Call me oversensitive or a baby or whatever but I just get really tired of feeling like I can't seriously and genuinely talk about Sonic online. It's unironically a very important series to me and it's inspired my work a lot so yeah I get kind of upset when I feel it gets reduced to one big laughing stock 90% of the time

#cookie.txt #at least i have friends i can talk about it to online #and communities #but... gh #sometimes being a sonic fan and being openly and unironically passionate about the series #feels like figuratively covering yourself in meat and walking into a den of lions #not joking in the slightest some of the cruelest things people have said to me on the web have come from me just liking this series

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

Masterlist

Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn)

Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Pre Series Content and Extras:

Woes of a Modern Day Love (a modern!au)

Scattered Memories of the Starks

Shadows of their Hatred

The Lost Chapters of Jon Snow

NSFW Alphabet (contains spoilers for Part 3 and 4)

Interlude of Jealous Desires

A New Life's Darkened Lust (continuation of Ashes of Various Grey)

Part 1:

Wolves of the Lone Stag

Mouth of the Lion's Den

An Intrigue Drenched in Blood

Standing Behind a Betrayal

A War of Tragic Beginning

Part 2:

King and Queen in the North

Shadow of a Fiery Stag

Reunion of New Enemies

Pleasure of Conflicted Desire

The Sanctity of Children

What Lies Beyond The Veil

Part 3:

The Cost of Our Sins

Dragged Through the Violence

Only the Cold

Fire for the King's Blood

Part 4:

Ashes of Various Grey

Plans of Pain and Horror

Afraid of a Ravens Flight

Trust in the Gentle Rasps

Visions in Eyes and Flames

A Bastard or The White Wolf

Part 5:

Home of Bloodsoaked Stone

Blazing Fire of Storming Ice

Ghostly Dreams of Old

Sailing Through the Glow

The Last Dragon

The Winter Rose

Part 6:

The Clash of Three Kings

Shrouded Truth in Sickness

Winged Shadow in the Sky

Light in the Darkest Storms

Peeking the Realms Woes

Blood, Roses and All Lies

Broken Love of the Dead

The Souls Tethered in Death

Wolves of the Past and Back

The Crows and The Sight

Part 7:

A Brewing of New Mystery

Great Wolves of White Mists

Darkness Heavy in a World

Past Becomes the Present

The Thing in the Night

Waving Tides of Turmoil

Greenish White Boodraven

Dark Blood of Blinding Light

And Wait for the Snows

Part 8:

Into the Haunted Forest

Fist of the First Men

Through the Frost Fangs

#jon snow x reader #jon snow x you #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #robb stark #game of thrones imagine

[msmorningstaarr]

let me fill you up | Jaime Lannister x F!Targaryen reader

ao3 | masterlist

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x F!Targaryen reader

Summary: You, a Targaryen princess were married into the Lannister fold to ensure the alliance between the two houses, ensuring your eldest brother’s claim to the Iron Throne. Now, Lord Jaime makes your days filled with happiness and makes you eager to present him babies.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: rhaegar wins AU, no targcest, smuff, fluff, breeding kink, praising kink, a lot of pet names (sweet girl, princess, love), reader has no physical description besides the silvery white targaryen hair, creampie, oral (f receiving), a very devoted husband commited to your pleasure, smut, sex;

a/n: Happy new year! I had posted I wanted to write something like that and it's been a while since I want to write something other than holy and heathen because I must admit I'm not very satisfied with what I've been writing lately. Some validation kudos, comments and reblogs would be very important to me, seriously :') I’ve been thinking in turning this into a small series but I’m not so sure. Could you give me your thoughts on this too? please, enjoy your reading!

Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody

You are sitting surrounded by your maids and children on a breezy night, covered with a fur coat and a crimson silk dress under it. Attentively, you go stitch by stitch and slowly form a lion, sigil of your husband’s house. Ever since Robert’s Rebellion ended and your brother, King Rhaegar Targaryen won, you became promised to the former knight of the Kingsguard, now Lord Jaime Lannister. Life in the lion’s den was not difficult, once Lord Tywin treated her with the most kindness and Jaime was still coming out of his shell. At first, he was your sworn sword in King’s Landing and spent plenty of time together in an unbalanced relationship. Now, you two are sharing a bed after a tumultuous year of war and destruction, as equals. In the beginning, you were sceptical about marrying into the Lannister household, but as the months went by, you found yourself drowned at him. Jaime is careful, gentle and kind. He brings you a small dandelion every morning once he knows it reminds you of home.

His only quirk was the strange attachment to his sister, Lady Cersei. But after being sent to Dorne to marry Prince Oberyn of House Martell and getting distant from each other, your relationship with your husband seemed to finally thrive.

“It appears to be beautiful, my lady.” Said one of her maids, taking care of your youngest son, a small silvery blonde figure of two years of age.

“A bright lion handkerchief for Jaime to carry with him.” You reply, admiring your piece of work. “Do you believe your father will like it, sweetling?” You then ask your eldest daughter, an adorable child of four. Your daughter eagerly nods her head and wraps her hands around one of your fingers to pull the fabric closer to her eyes.

“Dada will love it, mama!” The little one exclaimed, spinning around with the kerchief on her tiny hands.

“What will I love, if I’m allowed to ask?” A tall, blonde figure shows up in your private bedchambers, wearing a classic Westerland attire with a crimson fabric and intricate strings of gold shaped into the sleeves and collar. You smile sweetly to Jaime as he approaches you and grabs your middle child to hold in his arms.

“Papa!” The blonde little girl runs towards her father to embrace his legs and your maids stand up to bow to their lord.

“Have you missed me, dear?” Jaime asked and the fussy children eagerly nodded at him, embracing their father even more. Sometimes, seeing Jaime being so loving and kind towards your children simply melted your heart. You felt the urgency to kiss him and dig your fingers onto his bright hair, begging him for another child. Your cunt ached in pleasure to the thought of Jaime pumping his seed inside of you. You were still young and could bear many more children.

“Mm-rrhm…” You scoffed. “I have missed you too, husband.”

The three children giggled and the child on his arms hid his face on the crook of Jaime’s neck. The eldest covered her laugh with her tiny hands and the youngest beamed along their siblings. Jaime came closer to you and caressed your cheeks with his free hand. Then, a single and gentle kiss he places over your forehead, making your heart flutters with love and passion.

“I have missed you too, my love.” Jaime said, passing his fingertips on your chin and smiling at you.

Your maids quickly stood up and bowed at their overlord as a sign of respect. “Excuse me, my lord, my lady,” Said the servant girl. “Let us take the children so you can rest.”

“But I want to stay with papa!” Said the elder daughter, pouting and crossing her arms. The other two children whined and complained along, but you lowered into their level whilst Jaime talked to the youngest on his arm.

“Sweetlings,” She said, caressing their cheeks. “Your father is rather tired after riding for so long. Go with her, I promise you, your siblings, me and your father will have plenty of time together on the morrow. Is that understood, my loves?”

“I can take you to ride a horse tomorrow and even let you eat lemon cakes before super. What do you think?” Jaime asked, delivering the fussy child from his arms to the other maid. In unison, the three infants agreed and left disappointed. Once you and your husband were alone in your bedchambers, Jaime smiled at you gallantly. You embrace him intimately and are finally able to feel the warmth of his muscular body and feel the softness of his golden hair. His lips reach yours and in a whirlwind of sensations, your cunt is already dripping in anticipation just by a simple touch coming from him. Once he breaks the kiss, he keeps holding you by your waist and gazing at you with admiration.

“You have been gone for too long, love.” You say, passing your fingertips on his lips. He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips before speaking.

“I had duties with your brother, Our Grace King Rhaegar, sweet girl.” Jaime replies, pulling her out gently and grabbing the fabric she embroidered for him.

“I hope you like it, I made it just for you.” You point out, joining your hands to follow him. He keeps smiling as he observes attentively the intricate work you did.

“I shall cherish it and take it wherever I go, dragon princess.” He replied, folding and putting the kerchief in one of his pockets. You giggle as you hear him calling you ‘dragon princess’, a custom he chose to never abandon as a form to remember the late days of their relationship “I wish I had more time to be around and play with the children, I have been missing them and you.”

“They made drawings every day and left it on your desk at your office.” You reply, walking to the window and being followed by him.

“I will make sure to have them guarded in our chambers. Safe as our gold.” He says, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck lightly. You beam in ecstasy feeling his body smother you into a comforting embrace and full missing him.

“Sometimes I still cannot believe we are wedded to each other. You were my sworn shield in King’s Landing!” You exclaim as his hand caresses your empty belly and it tingles by his touch. He grins at your words and says.

“Most people are not so lucky to know your spouse before the wedding day. I consider myself the most lucky man in the world because I could be in your acquaintance from so long ago.” He replies, falling his head on the crook of your neck.

You turn around to be face to face with Jaime, feeling the cold breeze of the rock hitting your back and giving you small shocks as Jaime caresses your back, making you experience a thermal shock and shudder to his touch.

“I feel very lucky to be your wife, Jaime. Most women are not so fortunate to have such a kind, loving and handsome husband.” You mutter as he strokes your hair, in awe with your beauty.

“I guess we are fortunate to be together after so many troubles in war. We even brought new lives into this world to paint a new, brightful history.” He replies, caressing your womb. You stare at his fingers passing up and down your belly and glances at him with a sweet smile.

“And we could have more, love. I must admit I feel empty for so long and I want to give you more children… I know I can give you an entire army of your own. Half lion, half dragon. Unstoppable creatures.”

“You feel empty, love?” He asks, smirking and you eagerly agree with him. “Then allow me to fill you up…” Jaime finished, slowly undoing the intricate laces of your dress to reveal your bare skin under the crimson fabric. In response, you open his attire slowly and little by little his white tunic appears to her eyes.

By this point, your cunt is already sore in anticipation for the moment about to happen and clenches around nothing once he pushes the last section of string holding your garment, releasing you from the pressure tightening your upper body. Jaime pushes down your dress and your underwear is now on display for him, which makes him bite his lip and eagerly take down your white camisole to show him your bare body. You moan as he squeezes your breast and pinches your nipples whilst kissing you. You quickly take off his own undershirt to show off his chest.

“So eager is my dragon princess.” He playfully says, leading you to bed and carefully laying you down. With devotion, he starts to kiss your feet, legs and knees, his hands roaming through your thighs and hips. “Spread your legs for me, little dragon.”

You part your legs, obeying his soft command. “So wet… I can see you truly missed me, my love.” He says, kissing your inner thighs as your body squirms in pleasure before he reaches your intimacy.

“Oh… I have missed you so much, my lion.” You moan your words as he kisses your groyne and passes his fingers lightly over your clit, making your womb tremble and convulse to his touch.

“I can see that, just as I missed you, my dragon princess. Do I have permission to give you a lord’s kiss?” He asks and you only nod in response, making Jaime wet his lips with his own saliva before diving into your dripping core and you to scream involuntarily as his tongue and lips eat you up with full desire. Jaime circles his tongue around your clit and roam around your entire intimacy, making your hips bounce onto his direction. It was his costume to make you come every time before he would be inside of you, now could not be different.

You feel your body explode as if someone threw you into dragon fire as Jaime relentlessly pleases you, making magic with his tongue. Skillfully, he explores your intimate area inch by inch with eagerness, making you dig your fingers on his golden curls, pulling him closer to your cunt and you contorses your body urging for more. Tears of pleasure fall off as you feel goosebumps once you realise you are close to your climax.

As the intensity builds, Jaime's movements become more deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. Your breath hitches, and your fingers entwine in his golden locks, urging him on. The world narrows down to the pleasure he provides, the connection between you deepening with every passing moment.

When the climax finally crashes over you, Jaime doesn't relent. He continues to caress your sensitive core with his tongue, prolonging the sweet release. Your body shudders with pleasure, and you feel the bond between you and Jaime reaching new heights.

“Husband…” You try to stop him and give yourself some time to take a breath, but Jaime does not back off and part your legs once more, holding it as he keeps licking, kissing and sucking your pussy.

“No no, wife… let me please you and bring you to climax once more…” He cuts your words and gently goes back, but now he plays with his fingers on your clit, with far less pressure and slowly draws circles around it, taking soft moans from you. Jaime rises to hover over you, a wicked glint in his eyes. His fingers trace patterns on your flushed skin as he leans in for a heated kiss, allowing you to taste the remnants of your own pleasure on his lips. “Taste yourself, love.”

And not so long after, you scream his name as you feel waves of pleasure hitting your body as a lightning bolt hits the ground in a storm. Your body is trembling and your legs seem to be two wooden sticks, barely able to stand.

“Please… inside of me, Jaime… I need you…” You plead with him, pulling his body to be on top of yours.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He replies, kissing you passionately once more and positioning between your legs. Jaime's eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The anticipation was hanging heavy in the air, your bodies aligned perfectly, and as he slowly entered you, a shared moan escaped both of your lips.

The sensation is electrifying, the culmination of the pleasure he bestowed upon you and the intimate connection between your bodies. Jaime moves with a rhythmic precision, each thrust deepening the bond that exists only between you two.

“My perfect princess takes me so well…” He grows as thrusts into you going back and forth nonstop. You lock him by involving your legs around his waist and feeling his hard cock entering your cunt in full force, reaching your cervix and making you beg for more in his ear.

The room echoes with the sounds of your shared ecstasy, a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across your entwined bodies, creating a tapestry of love and passion.

“Put another babe on my belly Ser, please…” You beg him as moans leave your mouth and the sound of crashing bodies fill the room quickly.

“With pleasure, love…” He says once more. Jaime moves with a rhythmic precision, each thrust deeper inside of your pussy in farfetched positions. He missed you too much after months away from you and it shows by the way he kisses you as he moves desperately to have more of mounting his dragon. The room echoes with the sounds of your shared passion, a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across your entwined bodies. As Jaime's movements become faster, the pleasure intensifies, and you find yourself on the verge of another climax. The pleasure is overwhelming, and your bodies move in perfect harmony.

With a final, fervent thrust, Jaime succumbs to the ecstasy and releases his seed deep inside of your womb, growling and grunting with relief and utter bliss. You hit your own orgasm as you feel the warm jets of his seed invading your walls and your body squirm and you scream his name, crying out.

Your bodies tremble in the aftermath, and he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. The room is filled with a comforting silence as you both catch your breath. Jaime's fingers gently trace patterns on your skin as you bask in the warmth of the afterglow. “Do you think we created one more life for our household, love?” You ask him, laying your head on his chest. The world outside your chambers seems distant, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the serenity of each other's embrace.

“Depending on your fertile womb, my love, I have no doubts you are.” He replies, caressing your silvery white hair. “But we must endure in our pursuit on a daily routine. Just to make sure our fourth babe is on the way.” He playfully replies, smirking at you, who mischievously smiles back at him and kisses his lips, wiping some strings of sweat from his face.

Jaime presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice a soothing murmur, "I love you, my dragon princess."

And you, wrapped in the arms of the man you love, whisper back, "And I love you, my lion shield."

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Wisdom teeth | Chris Evans

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You need to the dentist to remove your wisdom teeth.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 1.532

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (M) 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, implied smut, fingering (fem!receiving), anxiety, dentist appointment, surgery, being high after surgery, fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Hiii, Not sure if you are taking any request but would you mind writing a Chris Evans request for me you can either use Chris Evans or (Andy barber) 😭🥺🫶🏼 I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed next week on Wednesday and I’m scared shitless like scared 😭 happen to be in my late 20s and dealt by afraid of needles, doctors, anything to do with medical things in general.. feel like I’m about to walk into a lions den.. I’d rather jump of out a plane than do this 😭 sorry for the long introduction thing I’m really nervous… and sorry for wasting your time if you don’t even do requests or this isn’t your cup of tea :( But I was wondering if you could write a long image 2k plus or it doesn’t have to be 🥺 …. something along the lines of the reader getting her teeth out and her in recovery and he’s there with her through everything and super supportive… mushy gushy fluff husband vibes… takes care of her and just good comforting vibes… and comforts her when she needs to be put under for the surgery… I love your writing style.. your page is a beautiful comfort piece of happiness in my daily life. I understand if you can’t but it was worth a shot 😭🫶🏼🩷💗🎀 I just was wanting something to read afterwards or before to calm my nerves… and can’t seem to find an image and neither are my writing skills any good… Anyways I hope you have a good rest of your day regardless ☺️🌷☀️

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request, this is a bit rushed and not too long but hope you still like it. And thank you for your feedback, I'm glad you like my work!

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A low groan leaves your lips when you see the reminder of the dentist appointment. It's not like you forgot it; how could you? The dentist is one of your biggest fears. The needles, the doctors — they cause an uncomfortable feeling. You just want to run away and get rid of your wisdom teeth. You inhale deeply, wiping the reminder away, and lean back on the couch.

You haven't slept well in days; the appointment causes so many thoughts that you just can't concentrate on something else. Not even your favorite series is helping your mind to stop spinning around the dentist appointment.

Before you can get lost in your thoughts once again, you hear your boyfriend coming home. When he opens the door, you smirk softly, and a moment later it reminds you that you still have that shit appointment, and he will force you to go there.

With a soft sigh, you wrap the blanket tighter around your body. Maybe he just forgot about your appointment, and you can convince him to do something more fun. Chris loves to spend time with you, so he will be into it when you ask him to go out for dinner or a trip tomorrow, right?

“Hi, babe,” he says, smirking when he walks into the living room. When he sees the blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, he laughs. Chris leans against the wall; his eyes brighten when he admires you. “It's so warm; why are you wrapped in a blanket?”

“Because you were working and I needed cuddles!” You explain, nodding your head to underline it. Your husband laughs, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to the couch.

Chris lets himself fall next to you; his legs are slightly spread while he rests his back against the backrest of the couch. His hands are placed on his thighs, and then he turns his head toward you. Just the way he looks at you with that charming smile and his perfect blue eyes causes you to melt.

“Does your blanket cocoon have anything to do with the dentist appointment tomorrow?” He asks, and your eyes widen lightly. He hasn't forgotten the appointment just yet, so maybe you can convince him to do something more fun.

When you're not answering immediately, he chuckles, patting his thighs, waiting for you to move and sit on them. You crawl with your blanket still tight around you, closer to him and on his lap. Then you sit up and let yourself fall down forward, resting your head on his shoulder and your nose in the crock of his neck to inhale his scent deeply. Chris places his hands on your hips. pulling your closer against him.

“Do you wanna go bungee jumping tomorrow?” You ask. Maybe you can convince him to do something like that — it's scary to bungee jump but not as bad as the dentist. “Or we could jump out of a plane? This will be fun, won't it?”

Chris laughs, shaking his head. He moves his hands underneath the blanket, lifting your shirt to place them underneath the fabric. You shiver slightly when his soft fingers hit your skin. He grasps your hips, his thumbs moving soothingly over your stomach, and you sigh softly. Your husband's soft touches can calm you down like nothing else can. “We can go bungee jumping or jump out of a plane some other day, but tomorrow we have an appointment at the dentist.”

“But it's so much more fun to do bungee jumping,” you say, leaning back to show him your best pout. Chris leans forward, capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss with yours. His tongue glides over your lips, waiting for you to part them before he pushes his tongue into yours. When the two of you pull back, his forehead is resting against yours, and he looks deep into your eyes — they are so calm and beautiful.

“Pouting isn't working, babe. But we can jump out of a plane as often as you want after the appointment,” he offers, but you shake your head. You don't want to jump out of a plane, then, since that's still something you wouldn't do, but you would prefer it instead of going to the dentist. “I love you, and I will be there with you tomorrow. I will punch everyone who hurts my beautiful girl. And for now, I have a good idea for some distraction.”

Before you can ask him what he means, one of his hands is slipping into your pants, and you throw your head back. Chris finds your clit, rubbing small circles on it while he listens to the soft moans that leave your lips. He moves his hand and smirks. When he looks into your eyes, your lips parted, your cheeks red, and the way you look through your lashes, it makes him go crazy.

“Let's get into bed and continue there; it's more comfortable,” he says, kissing you before he grasps your thighs and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you into the bedroom to continue your heated game.

The whole morning, you tried to convince your husband to go bungee jumping or something, but he just shook his head. Somehow he managed to get you into the car and to the dentist, while you told him a lot of reasons why jumping out of a plane or bungee jumping would be a lot more fun.

“Y/N Evans?” a woman asks, looking around, and you stand up. Chris follows you when you make your way to the woman. She smiles politely, but that doesn't stop your fear. When Chris reaches you, he grasps your hand and squeezes it. The three of you walk through the floor until you reach the room for the surgery. Your whole body trembles when you walk into the room.

“They just get rid of your teeth, and then we can jump out of a plane or whatever you want to do,” Chris says, chuckling softly when you look at him annoyed.

The woman who leads you into the room shows you to sit down on the chair; she shows Chris to sit at the edge of the room. Two other women walk into the room, saying hello and smiling nicely, but that doesn't help your nervousness. One of the women is explaining what they are going to do, but you just nod, trying to calm yourself down.

“It won't hurt, but when you feel better, we could ask your husband to come over here to help you calm down,” one of the women asks, and you nod immediately, smiling softly while your eyes light up when you look at Chris. He nods, pushing the chair closer, and sits down. The women prepare everything, and before you recognize it, the surgery starts, and you feel Chris playing with your pants while he looks at you, smirking when you roll your eyes.

When you wake up from your short sleep, you look around. Your mind feels really funny, and the guy who is playing with your pants looks really familiar. When you look at him with confusion, he chuckles softly, moving the chair to sit closer to you. “WOAH! You're Chris Evans!”

He laughs deeply, and you shiver slightly. Chris Evans is sitting in a room with you, touching you! You look him up and down; your mouth drops when he kisses your hand softly. His fingers feel so soft on your skin, and his plump lips are even softer.

“I've dreamed about kissing you,” you say, nodding to underline your statement. Chris can't hold back but bursts out laughing. You furrowed in confusion, not understanding why he laughed about it. He then leans closer and captures your lips with his. Your eyes widen when he pulls away and laughs again. “Chris Evans kissed me!”

When it knocks at the door, it swings slowly open, and a woman walks into the room. She smiles when she sees you with a dropped jaw. “Y/N Evans, right?”

“YOU'RE MARRIED?” You shout and look at your husband, who nods. “You just kissed me! I need to tell your wife that!”

“You can take her home now. The confusion should fade away in a few hours.”

Chris nods, then he gets up the chair, helping you to sit up, and kisses you once again. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips.

“You love your wife!”

“I do; I just told her and kissed her,” he says, and your eyes widen, giggling. Chris brings the two of you home, and after a few hours, your mind is clear again. Your husband has told you about the way you reacted when you saw ‘the Chris Evans'; you both laughed about it. Chris makes dinner for the two of you while you look for a movie you could watch. He made some ice cream for you to cool your mouth, and you look at him the whole time while he makes dinner, smirking about how cute he is. He's so in love with you, like you're with him.

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[zepskies]

Series Masterlist - Break Me Down

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: For those of you who enjoyed “Checkerboard,” here’s the requested prequel series! It’s gonna be a long road to get to that version of Soldier Boy. Technically this is an AU set post-season 3.

Series Tags/Warnings: **Rated M. (18+ only.) Enemies to frenemies to lovers. Angsty, messy, moral quandaries galore. This is a romance, but it’s a dark world with morally gray and dark characters, including Soldier Boy, of course. **Smut, language, misogyny, violence, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The BMD Playlist

Chapters:

Prologue

Part 1 - The Game Begins

Part 2 - You Move Me, Baby

Part 3 - Somewhere Down Below

Part 4 - On the Inside Out

Part 5 - Morning, Night & Day

Part 6 - A Hot Meal

Part 7 - Until Midnight

Part 8 - Something in the Way

Part 9 - Breach

Part 10 - Caught in the Balance

Part 11 - The Lion's Den

Part 12 - All Your Wicked Ways

Part 13 - A Generous Deal

Part 14 - Safe House

Part 15 - The Tower

Part 16 - Soldier Boy

Part 17 - More Than Words Can Say

Epilogue - All My Living Time

Series Complete!

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Read More In the BMD-Verse

Not done reading this version of Soldier Boy x Reader? Well, there's more to their story.

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

One-Shots:

In the Dark You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

Checkerboard** You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

Love Actually** Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 - Complete

Wake Me Up** [MINI SERIES] A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Series in Progress!

Strong As Blood** After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out? 

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete

Until Morning A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

Green** Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

Calculated Risks You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.

Imagines:

Getting jealous.** 💚 Ben needs new clothes, but the shop girls think your boyfriend is fair game.

Ben’s reaction to his girlfriend on her period.❣️ How he takes care of you.

Ben loses you. 💔 Includes a “twist” ending…

Talk to Me 💞 In the wake of his vivid nightmare, you confront Ben about his fears and get him to open up. [Sequel to “Ben loses you.”]

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Lion’s Den: Part 10

Delicate crystalline teardrop diamonds hung elegantly from the titanium-coated frame of the chandelier. A russet accent had been placated above the titanium that had added a tinge of gold to the otherwise steely-looking fixtures of their private bar room, a place you had only been a handful of times.

They were waiting there in their pressed suits with airs of intimidation surrounding them. Steve had appeared on the chaise, a stiff drink in a short glass resting against his thighs, his suit jacket opened to allow the rich red silk lining to become visible. His beard had been well maintained and groomed, the cut of his beard accentuating his sharp draw. His eyes were drawn toward you in a fleeting moment of appreciation and desire before the lust was overshadowed by intensity.

Bucky was not far from Steve, however, unlike Steve, Bucky had been standing near the seamless one-way glass to gaze over the club and patrons. He like Steve had his suit jacket opened to show the silk lining of his Italian hand-sewn and tailor-made pieces. He was aware of you, mindful of your presence as you had escorted Ari into the private VIP area, and hesitated to leave.

You didn’t know whether they would want you to be here or if they wanted you to return to the bar and begin serving alongside Tom. Your hesitancy had added to the rising tension in the room, and as the only omega, you were aware that the odds were stacked against you.

Yet, you knew you were safe.

Both Steve and Bucky had the innate rage that could and would result in a heinous aggressive snap. If they were crossed, or you perhaps, Steve and Bucky would not have hesitated to extend their hands in a blind rage and set the city to burn. They had made it well known that they would destroy anyone who hurt you.

“You know Marcus?” Bucky had finally broken the clasp of silence and slowly turned halfway toward Ari, the ice in his glass clinking against the sides of the glass.

You knew he had weapons hidden on his person, you knew he at least had his high point calibre hidden somewhere. You couldn’t see the holsters or see the sheathed blades, however, you knew they were there. You know for certain that Bucky had a set of reinforced knuckle dusters that he had used a time or two before.

“I’ve come across the slimy bastard,” Ari stood opposite of your two alphas with a conscious awareness of their intense protectiveness, “heard he pissed off the wrong people.”

“Pissed off the wrong people?” Steve had raised his glass to his parted lips, downing the alcohol trapped within the shot glass.

“Do you know the bastard or not?” Bucky grits his teeth and started walking toward Ari before he took a sharp right and stalked toward you, wrapping his hand around your forearm, gently pulling you past Ari.

“I have what you need,” Ari had stirred their curiosity and attempted to test the waters by bringing his hand to his beard. He had rubbed his palm over his chin and cheeks, standing in the thicket of radiating scents and thrashing testosterone.

“And…?” Steve had sat up against the chaise, slowly leaning over to the right to drop his glass off and then turned his attention to you, sweeping his eyes over your frame.

“I should go. Bucky I’m sorry…” you felt the need to apologize, mistranslating the tension for anger that was focused on you.

“Stay,” Bucky had deliberately pushed you with force to Steve’s lap, “you’re needed here.”

“What do you want, Levinson?” Steve questioned the third alpha in the room and rest his hands against the waist of your dress, feeling the softness of the material before he shifted his hands to your hips and pulled your back to his chest.

He had poignantly kept you secured against him, almost as if he was making a show of you being there, on his lap. Steve’s hands were steady and his fingers had spread against you, your dress bunching against his palms and the gentle shift of his fingers. He had reminded you of a cat kneading a bed, using its claws and the toes of its paws to form and create a soft place to rest. Only instead of Steve making a bed for himself, he was giving himself something to touch and caress.

“You have beautiful omegas working for you,” Ari had stepped closer, a single step at a time to not push more than he could’ve.

“Be careful, Levinson.” Bucky stepped with Ari, closing in on Steve and yourself in a chess move that drove the lingering tension further.

There was a steady climb back and forth, to the formidable clash between your alphas and Ari Levinson. Though all parties have retained their ability to keep themselves calm as level-headed and experienced alphas had, you were aware of their tentativeness when Steve slated his lips against your scent gland. He had begun suckling on your flesh, nipping your scent gland that he would eventually bite down on to mark you as his permanently. For now, he was sending a message to Ari Levinson.

However, you still weren’t aware of why you were here. Or why you had to stay.

It was an alpha command that rooted you to Steve, a directive that came from Bucky laced and disguised in niceties but regardless of how it had come across its message was the same. Bucky had directed you to stay here while they spoke with Ari, he had wanted you to be present for some kind of reason and he hadn’t directed or even indirectly told you why.

“Your omega is beautiful, but I’m rather fond of my balls and I’d like to keep them.” Ari hadn’t bothered denying the savagery they could inflict on himself if he had crossed the line, he knew that Steve and Bucky were too smart and respectable for that.

“Then what do you want?” Steve quipped with a bite to his words then slid a hand between your thighs and gently pulled your legs open.

“You have beautiful omegas, I think I’d rather do business while seeing your business with my own eyes.” Ari directed his attention over to you, his eyes flickering down to the point of contact between Steve’s hand and your thigh before he looked up once more.

“You want a dance, Levinson?” Bucky reached into his pocket for the platinum lighter he had stashed away and produced it with the flair and flick of the flint.

Bucky had turned his attention toward the two of you and motioned with a tilt of his head to leave the private room for a less secluded private area with its wet bar. The single motion of his head had come before Bucky had signalled downstairs for one of the girls to come up and entertain, all flawlessly completed within a fleeting moment.

“Might be worth considering that I have names that you don’t.”

“Don’t push your luck, Levinson.” Bucky jeered, stopping at the edge of the door to gaze headily at him. “We aren’t always so willing to give.”

“I don’t like him, and I don’t like him here.” Your hushed whispers had fallen on deaf ears when your sister makes a wide berth around you with two full glasses of wine.

“I’m trying to tell you-“ you reached for her arm to stop her from walking away from you, desperate to talk to her about her boyfriend whom you loathe.

“This is my apartment too and you don’t get to be a cunt,” your sister seethes and jerks away from you with enough vigour to spill droplets of red wine over the rim of the glass, “and Marcus is a good guy.”

“It’s my name on the lease!” You don’t follow her, you watch her go to the living room with wine.

You listen to her pitifully chirping at Marcus to get him warmed up to her. The sound falls on deaf ears and is further drowned out by the roar of the game on the television, and you resign yourself to cleaning up her mess.

Yet again, you are the sister who has to bear the weight of the shortcomings of the other.

Marcus makes you feel uncomfortable, like you know he’s nefarious and has an air of darkness surrounding him. You know that something is hiding beneath the surface of a piss-poor alpha who doesn’t even want your sister, that makes the hair on your neck stand on end.

“Marcus is a good alpha, he’s going to be my alpha.” Your sister had stated later that night, proudly jesting about this alpha she had found.

“He creeps me out-” you tried reasoning with her again, attempting to have a breakthrough.

“I live here too, and get over yourself.” Your sister’s derived annoyance bites at your flesh and the way she rolls her eyes at your claims makes you irritated beyond measure.

“Not everyone wants to sleep with you. Hell, you’d be lucky to get one.”

The dimmed lights and steady beat that pours from the speaker system in the VIP room have been tailor-made for this dance and this particular omega. She moves beautifully around the pole as she swings her legs around the polished silver, doing her best to captivate and hold Ari’s attention while he sits before her.

He’s watching her carefully, his eyes have never left her while she moves but you can sense a disconnect between where he wants to be and where he is. For a moment you can see something unkempt flash in his eyes, something that makes you wonder if he had suffered a great loss in the past. But as quickly as it’s here, it’s gone and Ari is reaching forward to slip bills into the elastic of the dancer’s panties.

There’s a bartender and a runner behind the counter that has been making and giving Ari his drinks, always the same and always with an extra pour. The drinks come in a small glass with extra ice, and Ari downs them quickly and with purpose.

“You know Marcus, you said you know something he’s done.” Steve and Bucky had been relatively quiet since you’d been moved from their private room to this one, though questions linger at the back of your mind.

“Marcus is a snake. He’s not dangerous, he’s stupid.” Ari rest his arms against the back of the couch and relaxed, his eyes studying the dancer when she started dropping from the stage to give him a lap dance.

“Don’t fuck with me, Levinson.” Bucky’s fuse has been burned down to the bare minimum, and still, he was being generous.

“Nothing is stopping us from putting a bullet in your head,” Steve had kept his hold on you, he had kept you in his lap with his hands flush on your body.

“In front of your sweet omega?” Ari had pushed the boundary, and a single yet shudder-inducing growl from deep within Steve and Bucky’s chests reverberated throughout the room.

“What information do you have?”

“You have ties to old families, the kind of empires that have been around since the turn of the century. Irish, Scottish, Italian-“

“If you don’t get to the point before our patience runs thin-” Steve’s hands stilled on your thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder while he continued to keep you pressed against his chest.

“When’s the last time you questioned your loyalty? Your alliances? You’ve been straddling a delicate line between mutual existence.”

“The city is better for it, we’ve done what weaker men couldn’t,” Bucky stated with cautious pride, keeping his hand by his side where a weapon may have laid.

“You have a lot of connections with old families.” Ari reiterated, speaking to Steve and Bucky while looking at you, the feeling of a message being delivered in a gaze. “And you have the means to be a prodigy.”

“The point, Levinson.” Bucky raised his voice, demanding the message as it stood instead of queuing the inevitable for some twisted dramatic flair. “Or a bullet is going to be lodged in your brain.”

“Marcus is an idiot, and he wasn’t working this ploy alone. Someone you call an acquaintance is questioning whether it’s time to have a power shift. Get rid of the omega and you have two alphas who are otherwise distracted.”

“And then what? They’ll kill us?” Regardless of how Steve had replied, his body had become taut under yours and his hands gripped your hips to the point of it being painful. “Better men have tried.”

“They’re close, Rogers. Right under your noses and you’re blind to it.” Ari had pushed himself to sit up further, and then he had reached into his right front pocket, producing a folded photograph.

“Got this before I came to find you.” Ari had held it out toward Bucky and then had dropped his hand back to his thigh when Bucky took it from him.

“What the hell is this?” Bucky unfolded the picture and immediately upon seeing the contents, a shift had overtaken his scent. His jaw clenched, and his teeth ground against each other as he reacted physically to the picture that he was holding, and the message that was sent through Ari.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Your voice had begun to shake, reacting to Bucky’s shift and the darkening hold that crashed into him.

“Queens and Bronx are dead.” Bucky had turned sharply on his heel and stalked toward Steve, handing him the picture that had been folded and creased.

You should have known better than to look, you shouldn’t have dared try and see the grisly details of the image that captured the death of your two guards but you couldn’t help it. It was your natural curiosity that had aided you to look, and you could not prevent yourself from seeing it with your own eyes.

And as the image had been registered in your mind you had felt the first violent churn of your stomach. The image of the two guards that had been meant to keep you safe and in check according to Steve and Bucky was revolting at best. Their deaths had been a promise of destruction and aggression like none seen before, it was a matter of pure rage and hatred that had been inflicted upon the two men.

“Breathe, you need to breathe. Take deep breaths.” Steve sensed your distress and reacted with the natural and innate ability to comfort you as your alpha should have. Despite the grisly details, Steve was doing everything he knew to make you settle back against him.

“Who the fuck gave you this?” Bucky had grabbed the picture again, slipping it into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“As I said, it got delivered to me.” Ari slowly stood from where he was sitting and took a few cautious steps toward Bucky. “They’re coming for you and what you’ve built. This was a warning, their deaths were a message. They’re going to try and tear you apart, piece by piece.”

“How do you play into this macabre game, Levinson? What the fuck do you want?”

“I’m here to help,” Ari’s eye had been cast upon you again, holding your gaze while speaking to them, “looks like you need it.”

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[aphrogeneias]

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x manager's daughter!reader

summary: eddie has hit rock bottom. it's been a long time coming. there's only one person who can help him, but he hasn't thought of her in a long time.

word count: 3.3k

content warnings: mentions of drinking and drugs (licit and illicit), and issues with the excess of both. brief mention of a small injury.

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The first thing Eddie ever noticed about you was your laugh. It was your most striking feature.

It commanded a room. It said everything there was to say about you. Loud, unabashed, not scared to call attention. The kind of laughter that makes you throw your head back, the kind that makes everything funnier. Impossible to miss.

He heard it, clear as a bell, across the hall from your father’s office, the first time he walked through the halls of that office building, shoulder to shoulder with his friends and bandmates, ready to sign Corroded Coffin’s first ever major deal.

A lot of firsts in one day. Too many life changing circumstances. The first fallen domino in a long, crumbling chain.

He can still see it all. The outdated, 1970s wallpaper and carpet, creams and oranges and swirls. The tour posters and platinum records littering the walls. The smell of cigarettes and hardwood floor wax coming from his future manager’s office as they went in. Into the lion’s den, wide eyed boys with hands that trembled too much for a confident handshake.

The girl sitting on top of the big office table, laughing at her father’s jokes. He couldn't hear what he told you just before they came in, but it seemed like an intimate moment. Father and daughter, their own world.

That laughter, though. It caught him by surprise. It shook the entire room. She barely spared them a glance as they were ushered in, and climbed down with a kind of feline grace. Her hair bounced behind her as she walked away, hurriedly blowing a kiss back at the man behind the desk.

Expensive perfume, the glint of golden jewelry on her skin, the sway of her hips just before the door closed behind her. His eyes struggled with tearing themselves off the door that hid her from him.

The first time he saw you. You, you, you.

Eddie Munson had never met anyone like you. He wasn't sure he ever would — and he was right, after all.

CHATEAU MARMONT HOTEL, LOS ANGELES, 1990

The sound of the telephone wakes him up.

He doesn’t know when he’s gone to bed, has no memory of it, but he can feel the toll last night took on his body. His tired body drags itself across the mattress, and the first thing Eddie notices is that he’s naked. The second is that the phone is still ringing.

Reaching out, his face hits the pillow once more, smushing his cheek against it as he grabs the receiver and pulls it to his ear. “Munson residence. Edwin speaking.”

“Where the fuck were you, man?”

The voice on the other side of the line sounds like Jeff, but Eddie’s never heard him quite like this. On the verge of tears, but maybe his still drunk brain is playing tricks on him. He doesn’t need to look around to know that the room is a mess. There’s a sheet on the floor, and a bottle of booze on his field of vision, and another at the side table next to the phone. Both empty.

He’s just glad he didn’t wake up to someone next to him in bed.

“What do you mean, where were you? At the hotel, I think. You were here too.”

“Last night, Eddie. We waited for you. Where were you? We thought you were dead.”

Last night. He didn’t remember last night. A rooftop, a pool, a sunset. Too many bottles, too many pills. A girl putting something on his tongue while she sat on his lap, and shutting his jaw closed with a delicate hand. Tripping on lounge chairs, falling on the pool. Blood on his knees. Someone dragging him up and into the elevator.

“What day is it?” He mumbles.

A record label party in their honor, to follow the success of their fourth album. Followed by a… concert.

A concert.

All that comes from the other side of the line is a drawn out sigh. “They’re sending someone to go get you. I hope you get your shit together until then.”

Then, it goes silent.

The concert.

Stumbling on himself, Eddie tries to stand up, and falls. The memory of his skinned knees comes as quickly as the pain does, and he notices they’re bare, still bleeding a little. He finds his underwear on the floor, next to the rest of his clothes, and slips them on as he moves towards the door, propping himself up on the wall.

He yanks the door open, and sprints through the hall as best as he can, catching the attention of one of the maids, who he promptly stops in front of, suddenly much too aware of his own nakedness. She freezes, trying to keep her eyes on his face.

“What day is it?”

A lump grows on his throat. His own voice sounds foreign, like it’s coming from someplace else.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“What day is it? Today, what’s the date?”

“It’s the 17th. August 17.”

All he can do is nod, and make his back to his room as if the world hadn’t just fallen from his feet.

A day too late.

THE RAINBOW BAR & GRILL, SUNSET BOULEVARD, LOS ANGELES, SUMMER 1987

“Pinch me.”

There had been plenty of “pinch me” moments in those last few weeks. Eddie wasn't sure what Gareth meant, though, as he sat straighter against the cushion of their booth.

It was dark inside, and every surface gleamed red. From the cherry red booths to the bottles on the bar shelves, the dark wood on the walls, the chandeliers. He couldn't tell most people's faces, and they'd probably wanted it that way.

The line to get inside was turning the corner, the people there having a party within themselves, under the lights of Sunset Boulevard. It was loud, and bright, everywhere they went. Eddie thrived around it all.

He'd never felt more alive in his twenty-one years than in the months he had spent here.

The younger boy scooted closer to him, a glass of something colorful in hand. Courtesy of one of the girls whose booth he'd been sitting on until now, surely. Not he'd blame him, he'd lost count of the glasses he had himself, feeling light in his seat.

“Fucking”, the drummer hit him in the arm, pupils taking over the blue in his eyes, “pinch me, man!”

“What the fuck for?” He laughed at his friend’s tone.

“Do you see that?”

Gareth pointed forward to a booth a couple of tables from them. It was full, with mostly women, their teased up hair and flashy clothes demanding all the attention. As his friend pointed out, some of them looked over to them, waving with delicate fingers. Eddie waved back, throwing in a wink for good measure.

He'd easily feel intimidated with those eyes on him, but the alcohol in his body threw those inhibitions away.

“Those girls,” Gareth continued, “those beautiful girls, invited us to a private party at their apartment.”

Eddie nodded along while Gareth emphasized the words private and apartment. As if their intentions weren't obvious from the beginning of the night. He could see Grant on his seat, soaking up the attention from a blonde girl with her hand on his shoulder, and Jeff standing to the side, deep in conversation with a guy in a similar black leather jacket.

From afar, none of it looked real.

If he was being honest, he never thought he'd be living his father’s life this soon — or ever. Eddie wondered about it all the time. What was Al Munson doing when his mother was reading him to sleep back in Nashville, or later, when his uncle was working the late night shift to get both of them by.

The fame, the contacts, the booze, the money. The women. The more he learned, the less he knew.

All Eddie knew was that he promised himself he'd never turn out like his old man, a promise he'd made himself a long time ago, long before he landed in the City of Angels, but seeing what he'd seen in the small amount of time he'd spent there, he wondered if that was really possible.

Corruption seemed tempting, inevitable even, amongst the red and maroons of The Rainbow. Demons, sirens, and the small town boys drawn to them. Hell itself, in disguise.

“And,” Gareth continued, putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, grinning at him, “they asked me to call you over.”

Just as he thought. Tempting. Matching his friend’s grin, Eddie reached over to his arm and pinched it, hard. Gareth’s subsequent yelp was dulled by the loud music and chatting, and Eddie only grinned harder when the boy went for him.

They wrestled for a bit until the drummer pulled him from his seat and up, teasing him, “C’mon, man. You need to get laid”.

“You need to get laid! You're the one who's been begging for that secretary’s number. What’s her name again? J-”

He stopped on his tracks, pulling Gareth with him by his t-shirt.

While he was talking and his eyes were running across the bar, unable to pay attention to just one thing at once, he saw a familiar sitting in a booth at the other side of the room. A girl near his age, a familiar face.

She was sitting facing his way, beside a guy who had his arm around her shoulder. He looked slightly out of place in his neat black sweater and Ray-Ban glasses pushing his hair back. They looked expensive, the pair of them. Untouchable, in their own bubble.

They were talking to a girl who had her back to him, all Eddie could see was the back of her head, a blonde bob shaking as she gestured with her hands, wrapped in white lace gloves and gleaming silver rings.

The girl laughed, throwing her head back and into her friend’s — boyfriend’s? — shoulder and, in that moment, he knew exactly who she was.

Eddie’s vision tunneled, and he could hear Gareth beside him, whining for him to hurry up. He pushed his friend away, making a sign for him to go on without him.

Gareth rolled his eyes, mumbling something he did not understand — he might have told him he'd come later, but Eddie was too busy with his eyes on your table to decipher what came out of his own mouth.

As he approached with unsure steps, the sudden confidence that overtook him only lasting half of the way, until he saw your male friend — he wasn't about to think of him as your boyfriend, not yet, he needed to have some hope — and the girl stand.

He watched as the guy dragged his hand from your shoulder, to your elbow, and finally held your hand in his, leaving a kiss there before accompanying his other friend to the bar. Something burned and wilted inside of him, an ugly feeling he couldn't quite place.

That's my moment, Eddie thought, as he did before every single impulsive decision he ever took — and there wasn't a shortage of them.

His worn down boots, which in hindsight might once have been Wayne’s, carried him to your table. Your borderline bored stare made you even prettier from up close, as he tried to open his mouth and figure out what to say.

Instead, he could just watch as you drowned back the rest of your drink, and reached into your purse to light a cigarette. “What are you looking at?”, you asked, without looking at him yet.

His mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, before gathering himself. “You're Ace’s daughter, aren't you? I saw you at his office.”

“Yes, and you're one of the label’s new hires who's still at that phase they're not ashamed to kiss ass.”

Finally, you turned, blowing the smoke in his direction. He barely felt it, really, because he was more focused on your smile, and the way your glossy lips stretched, and your nose scrunched.

Normally, he would have been pissed. But, with that face, you must have been used to stepping on people's toes and not getting heat because of it. He'd let you blow smoke directly on his face if it meant you'd keep looking at him.

You gestured vaguely to the seat in front of you, and he took the message. “Maybe. Am I kissing the right ass?” He grinned as he sat down.

No ring on your finger, he noticed, and maybe it was a good sign. He could be unbothered too. With the right amount of madness and a little Munson Magic, he could leave here with your number.

“I dunno.” You shrugged, but grinned back. “I'll have you know my ass is very demanding.”

“Noted.” He feigned seriousness. “I’m Eddie.”

“Munson, I know.”

Surprised, his eyebrows rose to his forehead. “How do you know?”

A chill ran down his spine at the mention of his last name. The curse he carried. Of course you'd know, your dad would know, even though he's never talked about it. Everyone knew.

“Dad isn't the only one in charge of business. At least not all of it.” You played with the piece of lime on your glass, and ran your finger through the rim, catching a bit of the salt there, licking it off your finger. “I know a thing or two.”

Right. All business, but no family.

You couldn't have been doing it on purpose. Eddie didn't think he was worth it, but the strain on his jeans said otherwise. He felt tense for more reasons than one.

“And you're not gonna tell me your name?”

“Thought you already know. Boy like you looks like he would do his homework.”

“Oh, no. A boy like me failed high school more times than I'd be comfortable sharing.”

He chuckled, and there it was again. Your laugh, freeing itself against the walls of the bar and bounced on him like a spell. “I like you, Eddie Munson.”

“Thought your ass was very demanding.” He quoted you, grinning from ear to ear, and tilting his head. “Was my kissing good enough?”

You put out your cigarette on the table and dropped the butt on your empty glass before looking straight into his eyes. Then, you got distracted by something happening behind him. He felt it too, and turned around to look.

The guy, your boyfriend-not-boyfriend, approached with no drinks in hand, despite coming from the direction of the bar, and no blonde friend in sight. He doesn’t acknowledge Eddie, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. “Who’s this?”

When Eddie turned back to you, you were already standing too. “New meat. Doesn’t know he’s swimming with sharks yet.”

You were talking like he wasn’t not there.

Inside, he deflates. He knew your type, your definitely-boyfriend’s type. The type who looked down on him, who thought little of his ambition. Eddie thought he could approach you, even though you were every bit as unapproachable as you looked. Things had changed for him, but that wouldn’t change regardless of where he stood. He was still at the bottom of the food chain, and you, taunting him at the very top.

It wasn’t like either of you were aware of it, but it had been nice to pretend for what little he could.

Didn’t change the fact that he still wanted you to look at him — and you did, for one last time that night, as the other guy laced his fingers with yours, and pulled you away, telling you something about an after party.

“Better work on that kissing, Eddie Munson.”

ALBATROSS RECORDS HQ, SAN FRANCISCO, 1990

Eddie has a lot to think of while he waits.

It seems like some kind of punishment, one parents would dish out on their small kids. Sit on that corner, face the wall, think of what you did. Think of what you did. It was easier to think of what he hasn’t done.

Missing an important concert because he was shitfaced and blacked out was the last drop, but that glass has been full for some time now.

Out of control, it's what he's been hearing. He'd seen his own face on MTV not too long ago, late at night on a grainy television, baring his tongue back at himself. He gives himself the devil horns like a crown, a silver cross hanging from his neck and sticking to his bare chest, as he addresses the camera from the stage before diving in the crowd. Out of control, they said.

He'd barely remembered that, or that the concert was being filmed. Figures.

Though, he had to agree someone in control wouldn't end up with as many bills for destroyed tour buses and hotel rooms in his name as he did. Someone in control wouldn't have been arrested for drug possession more than once, or have almost drowned in a hotel pool across the world. Or have lost the trust and admiration of his closest friends, and the contact with the only family he has.

His head aches. Eddie lifts his fingers to massage his temples, and sighs. It's August in California, and he's cold sweating in his seat, under his t-shirt. The chill gets worse when he hears the office’s door open behind him.

He doesn't turn around, doesn't move. The man approaches the table — his table — and loosens the collar of his dress shirt before sitting down, undoing his cufflinks and folding his sleeves up.

Ace Adler is a man of few words. He never talks much, but when he does, he makes sure one will listen. Eddie doesn't know much about him outside of talking business, other than Ace Adler was definitely not his real name, but he knew to take him seriously.

It felt like being in a room with his father, but at least his old man knew how to work a room before striking.

���I'm not going to tell you about the harm that you've done, but I'm sure your bandmates had the time to inform you.” Ace started, staring him down. “I won't tell you about the money we lost, and the contracts we had to humiliate ourselves to not lose, or what my business partners told me when they got the news. You must have a feeling it wasn't pretty.”

“I can…” Eddie started, and all he received was a raised hand in response.

“You'll talk when I'm done, son.”

A pause, much too long. Eddie nods, and keeps his eyes forward. It'll be worse if he doesn't meet his manager’s cold stare. His stomach drops.

“I won't tell you about any of it because that won't change a thing. All I'll tell you is that you got lucky, because I was supposed to fire you today, but someone changed my mind.”

“Fire me? Fire me from my own band?”

Ace doesn't answer his outburst. Instead, he slips a note from across the table in his general direction. It's a piece of ripped pink paper.

Tentatively, he opens it. There's all but a name and a phone number. Your name, and your phone number. You're using your real last name, he supposes, but that's undoubtedly you. Was that your handwriting too?

“Give her a call.” Ace says as he stands again, already on his way out. “Maybe she can help you out, because I won’t.”

As he hears your father close the door behind him once more, he thinks of all the last few times he saw you. The disdain in your eyes, the harsh words he uttered. Animosity from both sides, born from years of resentment.

He goes back to that first conversation. “Better work on that kissing, Eddie Munson.”

Never had he thought it would come that day.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic

[eulalielatibule]

The Lion's Den

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 687

Warnings: Bratty!Reader, A/B/O, Dom/sub vibes, Alpha Commands, hints at smut but not actually written, Ari is a warning!

Summary: You're nearing your heat and you decide to tease your Alpha to get his attention.

A/N: This is my version of A/B/O and I hope you all enjoy it! It is more lion based than wolf based but still has some of our favorite tropes! I wrote this for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 and their community extravaganza! The prompts I chose were: "I swear to God, if you make me come in there, you're gonna regret it," A/B/O, and Primal Play. This is an 18+ fic so no minors are allowed to read this!

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You lounged back in your nest, the picture of luxury like the lioness you were. You had on your favorite satin cami set and a fluffy robe on top. Your nails were freshly painted and now you were letting a face mask dry as you watched your favorite comfort movie.

Your heat was coming on, and you had to try to hold yourself together until Ari, your Alpha, got home. While you tried to take care of your needs yourself with one of those pathetic knotted dildos, you needed the real thing. Nothing compared to your Alpha’s fat knot- you drooled just thinking about it. Another cramp hit you and you whined, curling up in the safety of your nest.

Ariiiiii when will you be home? :(

I'm dying here

I can't survive this

Alpha 👑: Oh you poor thing

Alpha👑: I'm 5 mins away

That's 5 minutes too long

I said I need you

Alpha👑: Are you trying to be bossy with me? That's cute, honey.

Alpha👑: Maybe I should take my time instead of what I had planned…

You gasped at his last text. The audacity! The last time Ari teased you, he had edged you for an hour before he finally knotted you. You thought about back pedaling and begging for forgiveness. But honestly your heat was making you feel grumpy and bratty, so you decided against it.

With a mischievous grin you went into the bathroom with a plan. After wiping the face mask off, undressed and took a series of lewd pictures. Some hinted at nudeness in a tasteful manner while others were very explicit.

You knew Ari would absolutely love all of them.

You picked out your favorite pictures and sent them to Ari without anything else. Nervousness fluttered in your belly, as did excitement. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, but boy was it fun.

A minute passed and Ari didn't reply. You checked the text thread and- yup, he's seen the pictures. That made you even more nervous. You knew he'd be home very soon but you didn't want to go through whatever he was planning right away. So you gathered up your things and fled the living room to the safety of your guys’ shared bedroom. At least there you could lock the door.

Just as you were settling down into your comfy nest, you heard the door unlock and Ari's scent filled your nose. You could smell how aroused he was and it made you chirp involuntarily. You covered your mouth even if it was useless- Alphas had amazing hearing and if Ari smelled aroused, then you definitely did as well.

Ari's footsteps got closer and closer to the bedroom, and when he found that the door was locked he chuckled darkly.

“I swear to God, if you make me come in there, you’re gonna regret it.” While the words were menacing, his tone was one filled with playfulness and lust. He could feel your mischief through the bond and he let out a low roar. An Alpha's roar was so deep that betas and omegas could feel it vibrating through their core. And since Ari was your Alpha, it just made you even needier.

“C'mon, mega, be a good girl and open the door.” It was a gentle Alpha Command, but you still couldn't resist. You chirped as you got up- feeling Ari’s pride bleed through the bond- and you slowly opened the door enough to peek through the crack.

“Hi, Alpha.” You said in a gentle, docile voice. Ari smiled in amusement at your sudden change in demeanor.

“Hi, Kitten. Wanna open the door some more for me?” You knew it wasn't a suggestion but you still hesitated as you obeyed your Alpha once more.

All at once he was on you, pinning you to the nearest wall and burying his nose in your neck. You whimpered as he snuffled along your neck, nipping at your mating gland that he claimed just months before.

Finally he pulled back, eyes dark with lust as he uttered the words you were longing for all day.

“Present for me, Omega.”

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#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #alpha!ari levinson #my writing #ct 2024 raffle entry

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (15) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: you cannot seem to stay away. 

word count: 1,443

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: another shorter chapter im so sorry, pet name (petal), not proofread

The Snow family cottage was beautiful. It looked like it had been plucked straight out of a storybook. The cobblestone walls, the window boxes overflowing with flowers, the ivy growing up the side of the house—all of it was gorgeous. Though you loved your life in the Capitol, a part of you would be content to live here forever and you hadn’t even seen the inside yet. 

“It was a wedding gift from my father to my mother,” Coriolanus said as he walked you up the stone path. “She always preferred the quiet. She would often come here just to escape the noise of the Capitol.”

“Your father must have loved your mother very much,” you said. To build an entire cottage as a wedding gift? You wondered how long it took. Buildings could be erected quite quickly in the Capitol due to all of the resources being sent straight there. But even then, there could be delays when things were not so readily available. How long had it taken to bring everything out to the countryside? 

“They had a long courtship, so he could have the cottage ready by the time they wed,” Coriolanus continued. “In the end, it was worth it to him if only because it was where she chose to have her children.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “She…” you tried to ask, but the words didn’t sound right. It sounded too insensitive to even try. 

“It was the one place that reminded her of my father that had been left untainted by the war,” he said. “I hated this place for so long because it felt like it took her from me. As I grew older, I began to appreciate that at least, through the pain, she felt some amount of peace.” He glanced at you as if to see your reaction. “I hope to make some better memories here with you. If that is alright.”

You swallowed. Oh, why did he have to be so sweet? To share his pain with you, to be so vulnerable…Fuck. Did he do this just so he could confuse your thoughts even more? Or was he being genuine? “I can try,” you offered. 

The corner of Snow’s mouth quirked up. You wanted to kiss it. “Thank you, petal. That is all that I ask.”

But is it all that you will ever ask? you wanted to say. What if you disappointed him? What if you could not provide him with the love he wanted from you? What happens then? 

Instead, you offered a small smile. “Can we go inside? I’m quite hungry after our journey.”

Coriolanus smiled, too, and led you in. It almost felt like you were being taken straight into the lion’s den. You pushed the thought from your mind. You told him you would try. Maybe you couldn’t make better memories for him here, but maybe you could try to understand him. Maybe, away from the Capitol, you could look between Coriolanus from the Academy and the Coryo you’ve come to know and find the true man laying inside. 

You reached for his hand, and gave it a squeeze. 

After lunch, Coriolanus allowed you your space. He gave you leave to pick which room you would like to stay in over the course of the your honeymoon, showed you where he would stay, and other points of interest in the cottage. Then he disappeared into his study, leaving you to do as you pleased. 

A part of you ached as he left. It had been what you wanted—distance to figure things out on your own. To determine how much you cared about Coriolanus without his presence influencing your thoughts. But you had so much time with him in recent weeks, had gotten to experience him so intimately, that for him to leave you be…It felt wrong. It felt like he took a part of you with him. You swallowed your self-inflicted hurt, though, took a book from the library, and retreated into the gardens. 

Still, as you sat among the grand rose bushes that seemed to follow the Snows wherever they go, you couldn’t focus on the pages. The words blurred together until they were unrecognizable. You found yourself glancing to the window to Coriolanus’s study, silently urging him to walk to it, to look out at you. He never came. 

What was wrong with you? 

You closed the book, not bothering to mark the page you were on. You hadn’t processed a single thing on the pages you flipped through. Hell, you weren’t even sure what it was you were trying to read. This was just a cheap attempt to push away your feelings, to not have to bother sorting through them. 

You retreated back into the cottage, setting the book aside on a table, before marching up to Coriolanus’s study. The door was open. Coriolanus’s back was to you as he gazed out the window. You raised your hand, rapping your knuckles on the doorframe. He turned, his pale blue eyes wild with worry.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. 

“You drive me mad. You make me ill every time I see you. I cannot tell if it’s because of the butterflies girls talk about or because you scare me. You do. Scare me, I mean.”

Coriolanus took a step toward you. “I scare you?” he repeated.

“Your anger terrifies me. I don’t think…I don’t think you would ever hurt me. But the idea of what you might do to someone who does…Coryo, I have never been more terrified than when you thought I was going to run away with Sejanus. I was sure you would have killed him where he stood.”

A frown settled on his face. He took another step. “I should have. You are everything to me. I won’t let anyone try to poison you against me.”

“I cannot for the life of me understand why. You could have anyone, Coryo. You could have someone who knows that they love you, who can say those words.”

“I don’t want anyone but you, petal.” He stepped closer. One more step, and he would be in front of you. Part of you wanted to shy away, to put distance between the two of you. Your feet remained firmly planted. 

“Why?” you begged. 

“Because I burn for you. You have burrowed yourself into my soul, if I should have one. Since we were fourteen, all I have wanted was you. All I have ever wanted was to be good enough for you. I made a name for myself for you, I became king for you. I will be any man you want me to be. Just give me the word.”

Your brows pinched together. “We only met when we were fourteen.”

Coriolanus closed the distance. “I fell in love with a girl who could look me right in the face and say I was wrong for thinking the opera useless, a gratuitous performance than something contributory to society. I did not come to love the opera that day, but rather the girl whose face lit up at every note. Who nearly rose out of her seat as if she might be sing too. I have loved you for a long time, petal. I fear I always will.”

He reached up, his hands cupping your face. You leaned into his palm, your eyes fluttering shut. “I will go to as many performances as you wish, petal. I will pretend I love every one. I will build you a thousand libraries. I will adopt a million cats. If you…If you tell me to beg for your love, I will get on my knees without a second thought. I will do anything, I will be anything, for you.”

“What if you tire of me?”

“I could never. The months I spent with the Peacekeepers, the years I spent climbing the social ladder, all I could think of was you and all of it would be worth it if I could hold you just once.”

“And when you learn that I am a far cry from the woman you think me to be?”

“Then I would love her, too. You are it for me, petal.”

You opened your eyes. Your gaze fell to his lips—how plush they were, how his tongue darted out to wet them, how they parted, ready to say more. Words never fell past them, though, for you stopped them right in their tracks. You kissed your Coryo until you were breathless. 

When you finally parted for air, you whispered, “I…think this is better than a love match.”

#the house of snow: a royal coryo au #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x female reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fan fiction #coriolanus snow fanfic #coriolanus snow fan fic #coriolanus snow fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

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~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (ii)~ ~Recs (iii)~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @ggukkiereads who does an amazing job creating rec lists, which helped me find many of these fics

F2L = friends to lovers ; E2L = enemies to lovers ; FE2L = frenemies to lovers ; R2L = rivals to lovers ; BFB = best friend's brother ; BBF = brother's best friend etc

OT7/Multi

☆ BTS Reactions by @dreamescapeswriting | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @btsjfans | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @bulletproofwhalien | NSFW + SFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @salvejoon | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @sunshine-and-bangtan | SFW + NSFW |

☆ Desperado Series by @heartbeatan | Mafia AU | PJM + JJK + KTH (in progress) | 60-160k(+) each

☆ The Company series by @btsmakesmehappy | Agent AU | 25-37k(+) each (in progress)

☆ Mafia BTS Reactions by @ninetailedfoxmanchi | Mafia AU (+Yandere AU) |

☆ #CodeBTS series by @yminie | Mafia AU | 1-12k each

Kim Namjoon

☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k

☆ beauty & the bookworm by @jungshookz | E2L Library AU, Uni AU | 20k

☆ la vie en bonsai by @jungshookz | S2F2L Neighbours AU, Baker AU | 38k

☆ The Seven Nights series by @theunknowncryptid | SMAU, Mafia AU | 13k

☆ real magic by @heretobbtstrash | S2F2L Single Parent AU, Coffee Shop AU, Coworkers AU | 17k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Min Yoongi

☆ Take One by @untaemedqueen | Pornstar AU | 24k

☆ The Deal series by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ suit & tie by @jungshookz | CEO AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, PA AU | 21k + drabbles

☆ hellish by @jungshookz | E2L Demon AU, Roommate AU | 22k

☆ strike a chord by @snackhobi | S2L Pianist AU, Bar AU | 16k

☆ straight shooter by @snackhobi | F2L/E2L Cyberpunk AU, Dystopian AU | 14k

☆ devil with the mint hair series by @theharrowing | E2FWB Brother's BFF AU, Stoner AU | 11k+

☆ a wager of lords and love by @hisunshiine | S2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 7k

☆ daechwita by @chemicalpink | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 10k

☆ stay by @luffles424 | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ daechwita by @se0kie | Daechwita AU | 4k

☆ make me proud by @moonscriptsx | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 6k

☆ by its cover by @kittae | S2L Cat Dad AU | 2k

☆ misfortunately, yours by @sor-vette | S2F2L Dark Fae AU, Dark Fantasy AU | 32k

☆ mixtape by @jungblue | F2L Uni AU, Radio AU | 15k

☆ cyberslut by @kimnjss | SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ alive aha fxck by @softyoongiionly | F2L Neighbours AU, Vampire AU | 43k

☆ a brew of wings by @inkedtae | S2F2L Dragon AU, Witch AU | 10k

☆ fury of their scales by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife | Dragon AU | 18k

☆ inheritance series by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 21k

☆ tuxedo series by @whatifyoulivelikethat | Cat(-shifter?) AU, Roommates AU | ft JJK | 49k+

☆ Assuage series by @btsqualityy | Omegaverse AU, Werewolf AU | ?k

☆ show by @httpjeon | Pw/oP ft BTS | 2k

☆ drip by @here2bbtstrash | Pw/oP | 5k

Jung Hoseok

☆ midnight confessions by @snackhobi | BFF2L Coworkers AU, Office AU, Buzzfeed Unsolved AU | 27k

☆ the bride of ashmedai by @jeonggukingdom | Demon AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 13k

Park Jimin

☆ The Bird Cage series + The Lion's Den series by @untaemedqueen | S2L Mafia AU | ?k

☆ Set It Off series by @btsqualityy | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ the hunt by @httpjeon | Shifter AU, Fantasy AU | 8k

☆ lovebug by @httpjeon | Hybrid AU | 12k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Pied Piper by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU, Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ maybe i do series by @chateautae | Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 410k + drabbles

☆ kinda hot by @kimnjss | BFF2L SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ nip it in the bud by @opaljm | Brother's BFF AU, Piercing AU | 10k

☆ heatwave series by @curly-bangtan | F2L Roommate AU | 12k

☆ under the covers by @jessikahathaway | Agent AU | 23k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ heavy lifting by @snackhobi | Coworkers AU | 13k

☆ Miss Vagabond by @bubblesuga | F2L Gamer AU | 8k

☆ blizzard by @curly-bangtan | S2L Roommates AU | 16k

☆ Sparkle by @btsmosphere | F2L Roommates AU | 3k

☆ Hands-On Learning series by @ladyartemesia | Uni AU | 5k

☆ kiss it better by @jincherie | Uni AU, Sports AU, Cheer AU | 12k

☆ ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Uni AU | ft MYG + KTH | 20k

☆ tell me your secrets (i'm all ears) by @jinpire | Uni AU, Hybrid AU | 7k

☆ under the bridge by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 11k

☆ Swipe right by @ppersonna | BFF2L Tinder AU | 9k

☆ overtime by @cupofteaguk | CEO AU, Office AU, PA AU, Coworkers AU | 12k

☆ I won't stop you series by @imsarabum | Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, CEO AU, PA AU | ?k

☆ life eternal by @jungkookiebus | Fae AU | 9k

☆ hotter than hell series by @chateautae | Demon AU | 136k

☆ Hellblazer series by @jungkookiebus | Demon AU, Constantine AU | ?k

☆ agent of love series by @ppersonna | SMAU, Agent AU | ?k+

☆ strawberry kisses series by @kimnjss | SMAU, Brother's BFF AU, Tinder AU | ?k

☆ drag me down (to hell) series by @kimvtae | Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 58k (abandoned)

☆ Concealed Weapon by @gimmesumsuga | Mafia AU, Husband AU | 10k

☆ hate sex by @yeoreos | FWB Pw/oP | 4k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @bonvoyagenoona's masterlist

☆ @chateautae's masterlist

☆ @flowerwrites06's masterlist

☆ @here2bbtstrash's masterlist

☆ @hollyhomburg's masterlist

☆ @icyhobi's masterlist

☆ @jungshookz's masterlist

☆ @justcallmenikki7's masterlist

☆ @kpopfanfictrash's masterlist

☆ @ladyartemesia's masterlist

☆ @luxekook's masterlist

☆ @magicalsalamander's masterlist

☆ @yminie's masterlist

☆ @yoonia's masterlist

#bts fic recs #group: bts #type: fic #i think i did a pretty good job of hiding my yoonkook bias if i do say so myself :]

[miredball]

Some Mikey and Sydney Paper Parallels in Season One of The Bear—a few of notes:

Mikey’s death notice and Sydney’s resume both appear in the pilot episode of the series. Mikey’s appear first, informing us of a loss. The bible verse in context refers to a most faithful servant Daniel who is judged ‘innocent’ by God and freed from a lion’s den. The first line of the verse reads “My God hath sent his angel…”

A scene or two later Sydney appears in the kitchen with a resume in hand, effectively a proof of life.

Both Mikey and Sydney leave recipes for Carmy to find. Both of those frames are from the last episode of Season One. Do with that what you will.

The shot of Sydney walking in + the close-up of Carmy’s reaction so purposefully mirrors that flashback of Mikey in the kitchen looking back at Carmy. The latter evokes the idea that this may be Carmy’s last memory of his brother: in the kitchen, a flash of a smile, his back to him. The harsh bright yellow light seems like it might expand any minute and completely envelop this memory until it’s blank and forgotten; maybe this memory is close to fading and the bright light ahead of Mikey has come to take him. Carmy looks a little lost.

Meanwhile, when Sydney walks in the image is clearer—Carmy is clearer and more certain. It is his face that lights up and fills the frame. Set in a kitchen, and met with a similar flash of a smile, here Carmy is seeing a new kind of hope. Sydney returns and brings in the possibility of a future, a salvation from the ruins of his brother and the bones of his life’s work. Again: “My God hath sent his angel…”

As if a little bow to wrap it up, only with Sydney alongside him does Carmy make his and his brother’s dream come to life. The drawing escapes its frame, becomes three-dimensional, it gains a name. The dream becomes real because of Sydney.

P.S. Of course Sydney’s arc and meaning as a character does not revolve around the Berzattos. She has her own histories and pain as seen in these parallels, however thematically she serves as a kind of index to Mikey. Her being new to that kitchen reminds us of what is old, what has passed. Though Mikey kinda lives through her ambition, Sydney lives NOW. She is symbolic of a future. She is *the* future. And because of what she symbolizes, we want Carmy to propel himself forward and join her. Jury’s still out on that.

#in the words of one troy bolton: ‘East High changed when you got there’ #prediction that the bear s3 will work on fulfilling the other half of that troy bolton quote: ‘…now it’s changed again because you left’🤫 #this was a whole lot of nothing but in the spirit of emmys wins I wanted to get ut across that syd and carmy ARE tied at the hip NARRATIVEL #she is undeniably a BIG part of his future. might be the whole thing actually #anyways gonna go on a months-long sabbatical again #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #michael berzatto #the bear #the bear season one #sydney x carmy #sydcarmy #parallels

[writeforfandoms]

Born for Greatness 1

Find the series masterlist

Here we are with chapter one! We will find out eventually what each of the guys shifts into. There will be more characters introduced later. This is a semi-slow burn, so don't expect anything romantic for the first few chapters.

Warnings: Some violence, swearing, anti-shifter rhetoric (brief).

Word count: 3k

You tugged your shirt straight again, taking a deep breath. You’d been assured that the pack would meet you at the base, but you were going in on your own. 

Wasn’t the first time you were being sent into the metaphorical lion’s den, and probably wouldn’t be the last. 

The car stopped and the driver turned to look at you. “Here we are, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You offered the soldier a smile, hiding your nerves, and got out of the car. The driver had already grabbed your duffel for you, and you nodded your thanks to him. 

Once more unto the breach. Your lips twitched at your own sense of humor. 

You’d only gone a few steps when you saw the man approaching you. Muttonchops, hat, shirt that looked just a bit too small the way it clung to his arms and shoulders. Blue eyes that you met for a moment before lifting your gaze to his forehead. He stopped in front of you, arms crossed over his chest, disapproval radiating from him. 

So this was going to be one of those assignments, then.

“Alpha Price.” You tipped your chin to expose your throat, a silent sign that you were offering no threat. 

He rumbled your name, low and a little rough. He had a nice voice. Then there was silence for a moment as he looked you over, a clear assessment. He huffed once through his nose but offered nothing else. “I’ll show you where to drop your things,” he said instead, turning, clearly expecting you to follow him.

Which you did. You were not here to make problems, you were here to solve problems.

Price didn’t speak, but that was fine. You took the time to look around the base. It would take some time to memorize routes, you knew, but observing never hurt. Briefly, you were glad this wasn’t your first military assignment, or even your first PMC assignment. 

Silently, he opened a door for you. “This one’s yours,” he said, glancing back at you. “We’re having a team meeting in fifteen minutes in the rec room. Straight down this hallway, then left.”

“Got it. Thank you.” You smiled at him, close-lipped, and stepped past him into your temporary room. It was small, as expected, and plain. Bed, dresser, desk, chair, bedside table. You’d probably be sharing bathing facilities with any other women on base. 

You needed a map. 

But you set your duffel bag down, breathing out slowly. This was home for the next couple months, at least. 

Since you had a few minutes, you fixed your hair, made sure your clothes were still presentable, and dug into your duffel bag to pull out your notebook and your favorite pen. 

Closing the door to your room softly, you wrote down the room number before you headed for the rec room. You were early still, but you’d rather be early than late. Besides, this gave you a chance to look at what you were working with. 

The rec room was labeled, and you stepped inside. Price was there, along with a big guy all in black, skull mask in place over his head. Ghost, according to the file you’d been sent. You dipped your head to him, again making eye contact for one heartbeat before lifting your gaze. He didn’t move, didn’t return the nod.

Not that you really expected anything else, from the little that had been in his file. 

Price watched you but didn’t stop you as you walked a slow circle around the room, chewing idly on the end of your pen. It was a bad habit, but you didn’t much care. Look, you were allowed to have one or two bad habits of your own. 

The rec room was pretty standard, with only hints that this was maybe a more pack-oriented space - the extra large couch, one blanket thrown haphazardly over the back, the battered book still sitting on the table. But otherwise there wasn’t much personality to the space. 

You jotted down a few notes, mind already turning over how to make this easier for them. Especially since this pack was deployed around the world, they deserved a good space to come back to and call theirs. 

The last two walked in together - Soap and Gaz. You nodded to each of them, going through the same process as you had with Ghost. These two, however, returned the greeting, Soap even grinning at you. Hard to tell if he was actually more relaxed or just acting that way. 

“Right,” Price said once the two youngest had settled on the couch, and you sat in a chair at the table. Present, but separate. “You all know who this is.” 

“Our new liaison,” Gaz said, eyes sharp as he looked at you.

But you just smiled. “That’s me,” you agreed. 

“Remember we need to return her in good condition.” Price glanced at Ghost. Well. Good to know which one was likely to “accidentally” push you into traffic. 

“So what sorta training do you think we need?” The question came from Gaz, challenge clear in his eyes. So he was going to be the one to throw away a potential working relationship for his pack. Good to know.

“You? I doubt you need any.” You shrugged. “You’re here, which means you’ve got excellent control of your instincts already. I’ll probably spend more time with the regular soldiers, teaching them etiquette.” 

Gaz blinked, caught off guard by the answer. 

Soap was the one to pipe up next. “Not usually what a liaison does.”

You chuckled. “My job, as I see it, is to make your lives easier and help smooth relations. I’m not a behavioral therapist.” 

“Then why did brass send you?” Ghost this time. His voice was low and rough, with a little more aggression than you’d expected. 

“To prevent further incidents,” you answered calmly. “Which means teaching etiquette, since the military does a shit job of that.” 

There was a soft snort, though you weren’t sure from which one of them. You gave them all a moment before looking back at Price. 

“Are there any additional rules I need to be aware of?” 

“Beyond basic courtesy?” Price grunted and shook his head. “I’ll inform you if that changes.”

“Appreciated.” You set your notebook down on the table to take down a few more notes. You knew they were watching you, keeping track. Probably committing you to memory so they’d be able to keep tabs on you. That was to be expected. 

What was not expected was one of them leaning over your shoulder to read your notes. 

“The hell is a LoveSac?” Soap asked from above you. 

“Furniture company, they specialize in customizable couches,” you answered, not looking up at him. “Easy to move around and make different shapes. Lots of packs use ‘em for pack napping spaces. Is there a measuring tape I can use?” 

Soap moved and a few moments later a measuring tape was set down next to you.

“Thanks.” You picked up the measuring tape and finally looked up at Soap, carefully avoiding eye contact. “Do you mind helping me for a minute?”

“Sure thing.” He stepped back, out of your way, and obediently held the end of the measuring tape while you moved around.

“Didn’t realize interior decorating was one of your talents,” Price drawled, clearly intending the comment to not be complimentary.

“My talents are many and varied,” you said, amused. “Thanks, Soap.”

He nodded, eyes bright as you jotted down the measurements you’d taken. 

“Right.” You closed your notebook, glancing at each of them. “I’m sure you’ll find me if you have more questions.” One last nod to the Alpha and you let yourself out, making your way back to your room. 

You spent the rest of the day exploring, making yourself a crude little map in your notebook of the base. It wasn’t elegant, but it would work until you learned your way around. 

Dinner was quiet, sitting alone at a table, watching the soldiers around you. Though several shot curious glances your way, none tried to approach you. 

Sometimes this job could be very isolating. 

After dinner you gathered the necessary requisition forms, knowing from experience that it would take time to get things going. The sooner you started on this, the better. 

The next day you introduced yourself to the soldiers on base, taking the time to learn some names and pecking order. The group was big enough that you’d have to do etiquette training in batches. That was fine, would just require a bit of timing and planning. 

You also got your first chance to watch the pack interacting with the soldiers during training. You stood off to one side, a quiet observer. 

The first problem you noticed was eye contact. Most of the soldiers held eye contact when being addressed, which was a problem. The pack did indeed have excellent control, but you could see the tension in Gaz’s shoulders, the way Soap’s smiles didn’t reach his eyes. That was a common problem, and relatively easy to fix, just took a bit of time. 

The second problem was more subtle and more difficult. Some of the soldiers treated the pack differently. But not out of respect. 

You really hated it when you had to deal with anti-shifter bullshit. 

But you were careful to note down names, ranks, and everything you observed. Some of it could be written off as mistakes - not answering the first time or not saluting as sharply as they technically should. Other issues were less easy to ignore. Aggressive body language, challenging stares, borderline disrespect.

Honestly, you were amazed none of the pack had taken those soldiers out yet. Especially one. Keyes. He seemed to be the unofficial ringleader of the anti-shifter sentiments. 

Well. You had your work cut out for you. 

“Lesson planning already?” 

You jumped at the voice right behind you, turning quickly. How the hell Price had snuck up on you, you weren’t sure, but it left your heart pounding. “Fucking hell,” you gasped, before you laughed. “Shit you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look it either, not that you really expected him to.

You waved off his apology. “Appreciated, but not necessary. I’m good. And yes, I am working on lesson plans.” You didn’t offer him the notebook, though. 

“Brass tells me you come highly recommended.” He stepped up level with you, looking out over the soldiers, who had moved to hand-to-hand training with Gaz and Soap supervising. 

“That’s what they tell me too,” you joked, facing forward again.

“You’ve worked with a PMC before.”

“Mmhm.” You frowned a little as you watched two men grappling. 

“How’d that work out for you?” 

“Well, I’m still alive,” you joked. “They had a lot of the same issues I see here - etiquette issues. A few stray people with chips on their shoulders. Nothing unmanageable.” 

“You’re very confident.”

You glanced at him, curious. “Alpha,” you murmured. “I’ve been doing this a long time. I’m confident because I know I can handle it.” 

He grunted once, shifting close enough to you that you could feel the warmth emanating from him. Shifters ran warmer than humans as a rule, which was sometimes very nice. The proximity didn’t bother you - you were used to shifters being more touchy-feely than normal. 

So you just hummed softly, making note of another potential problem soldier, although she seemed on the fence still. Hopefully you’d be able to get to her and coax her back down on the reasonable side of the fence. 

“Not going to join them?” 

You looked up sharply at the question, eyes narrowing a little. “No.” 

“Scared?” The smirk on his lips was taunting. 

“Not trained.” You shook your head, looking back to your notebook. 

“And you work with soldiers.” 

“Not my job to tussle with you lot.” You watched Gaz correct one of the sparring pairs, joking with them. 

“I’ll have Soap show you some basics.” 

“No thank you.” 

The air between the two of you stilled, crackling with tension. The Alpha looked down at you, brows pulling together in a frown. 

You kept your gaze on his forehead as you reminded him, “I’m not part of your pack. I’m a temporary addition. So I don’t have to follow your orders.” 

His eyes narrowed. You were right, you knew you were right. And you suspected this had been a way for him to test you, to see how you’d respond to being ordered around. Your job often required a delicate balance - interfering with the pack long enough to smooth things over, butting into their lives in ways that could be quite personal, yet staying outside of the hierarchy. Which often also meant standing your ground on certain issues. 

Giving in too often to Alphas let them think they could order you around all the time, and that wasn’t why you were here. 

Then he nodded once, accepting your will, and you relaxed a little. This wouldn’t be a fight. Not today. 

Once training wrapped up, you headed back to the rec room. While it was empty, you did a quick inventory on the snacks in there. You’d keep an eye on that, see what vanished the fastest. You ate your dinner as fast as you could and went to grab a fresh set of requisition forms before heading back to the rec room. The desk in your room was adequate, but you liked to have a little more room. 

Except Gaz and Soap were already in there, sprawled out together on the couch with a movie on. Both of them looked at you nearly in unison. 

“Will it bother you if I sit at the table and do some paperwork?” you asked, glancing between the two.

“Nah,” Soap answered easily. “Have at it.”

You settled at the table, bending over the form in front of you. You still had more research to do, but this was a good start for this pack. 

Gaz stood and stepped past you into the kitchenette, tossing popcorn into the microwave. You frowned down at the form, pulling out your phone to double check some specs. A small bowl of popcorn landed at your elbow, and you blinked at Gaz. He just nodded once before taking the larger bowl back to the couch. Smiling, you ate the popcorn as you worked, pleasantly surprised. 

Sharing food was important, after all. Sure, this was just a little gesture, but it was a gesture of acceptance. You’d take it gladly. 

Their movie ended but neither of them got up, just navigating to something else. 

“What do you like to watch?” Soap asked, head picking up to look at you.

“Me?” You blinked, caught off guard. “I’ll watch just about anything.”

“C’mere, then.”

You debated. For about a second. Then abandoned the form to look at the couch, trying to find a spot where you’d fit. Soap shoved Gaz further down the couch, ignoring the soft swearing that prompted, and then wiggled himself further down the couch, leaving a cushion open for you by their heads. When you didn’t sit fast enough, Soap looked up at you with big blue eyes, lower lip jutted out in a pout.

Dammit.

You sat, leaning back into the couch, and Soap grinned at his victory. Gaz just rolled his eyes, resettling himself on top of the Scot. 

“Tell us if you get bored,” Soap said, poking your thigh. “Right?”

“Yes, yes.” You chuckled, patting the top of his head.

The first half of the movie was uneventful, and you just relaxed. Soap and Gaz chatted quietly, apparently quite happy cuddling on the couch. 

And then a fucking cheetah walked into the rec room.

It took you a second to remember that was Ghost. From the muffled laughter, the other two had caught the brief spike of your heart. You huffed but didn’t chide them. 

At least until the cat sat right in front of you, staring at you. 

“Uh.” You blinked, focusing on his ears. He really was a gorgeous cheetah, a bit bigger than you’d seen before, but still lean. “Am I in your spot?” 

The big cat snorted. Which was… not helpful. 

“If you want me to move, I need a more concrete answer.”

But the cat just blinked at you. Just once. 

“Or you can sit there and stare at me. Promise I’m not as entertaining as the movie.”

He yawned, showing off big sharp teeth. And you knew it was a calculated move. 

“Yes, what big teeth you have,” you agreed, very solemnly. 

He huffed at you and put one paw on your knee. Again, a deliberate move. With claws.

“Ah, ow, claws–!” You wrinkled your nose, but didn’t try to move him. “I remember you’re well capable of killing me, trust me, I know. But you’re not gonna intimidate me.” 

The big cat chuffed, removing his paw. And then he hopped lightly up onto the couch… on top of Gaz.

“LT!” Soap protested, immediately squirming. “Yer heavy!” 

“Fuck do you eat, man?” Gaz protested as well, even as a big rough tongue started to clean the side of his head. “Lay off!” 

You bit your lips to hide your grin. Well. That was as blatant a claim as they came. Ghost was definitely reminding you that these were his pack, under his protection and care, and you would pay if you hurt them. So you gambled a little, meeting his gaze for three solid seconds. 

“Message received.”

The big cat blinked again and resumed grooming his packmate, who continued complaining. Soap twisted hard enough to dislodge Gaz, sending him toppling to the floor with a thump. 

You escaped before the real tussle started.

#born for greatness #john price x reader #john price x you #shifter au