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duckingwriting · 2 months

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Find the word Tag

I was tagged by @tales-from-nocturnaliss and you can see her post here.

No pressure tagging: @tephis, @rachaellawrites, @mthollowell-writes, @author-a-holmes, @winterandwords and the leaving an open tag -

your words are - Warrior, Skills, Teach, Mind

My words are - Ominous, Sun, Livid, Tentacle

Snips bellow the cut

Ominous - From You Spino Me Right 'Round

"I'll probably get myself killed either way." Anthony looked around the forest outside of the cave entrance feeling doubt try to claw at his throat, reminding him that he was no one's first pick for athletics. "But at least I'll have tried." Anthony bolted to the nearest tree, pressing himself tightly to the rough bark and starting to slowly push himself around it. His eyes rolled around as he tried to keep his breathing level as he made his way around the tree, swallowing the panic down as he made his way to the next tree. He had to dart his eyes down to his feet frequently to be sure he would not trip over himself and risk alerting anything of his location. But he couldn't help but feel that someone was watching him too. He hoped it was paranoia. He had looked up only long enough be sure he was heading the right way when he stepped on a stick. He flinched as the snapping sound echoed around him. He cracked an eye open and looked around. It appeared but he didn't see anyone rushing through the trees towards him. Anthony sighed with relief. Then a deep angry roar ripped through the forest and the relief melted back to fear. Anthony bolted away from the sound of the roar. He tripped and stumbled and could hear the ominous sound of large clawed feet crashing through the forest. Getting closer.

Sun - From the unnamed Underworld Soulmate AU with OCs

Lucian felt his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at his lelki tars. for the second time in his life Lucian watched his soulmate struggling against binds holding her to a pole. And he could only struggle against the hands holding him down. He heard his best friend snarling nearby, Raze struggling not because he cared about the vampire set to face the sun, but because his own mate was going nearly feral seeing her sister murdered in front of her. Lucian wanted to feel bad for his packmate, but all he could feel was the pain that his mate was being murdered by the same man who had murdered his first mate. The same way. The only difference to Lucian's mind, is he had claimed Sonja. He had been so busy fighting Riley that he had barely even acknowledged they were mates. Unlike Sonja though, Riley was not begging Victor for her life. She was not crying, she did not even smell of fear. She was angry.

Livid - Unnamed Jayne/Simon Firefly A/B/O AU

"Instincts, right?" Jayne asked. He knew the little omega would need any excuse he could take to let Jayne do what he was not convinced was only instinct. The had always had a pretty mouth after all. "Yeah. Instincts." Simon swallowed and looked back down at his hands, tightening his wrapping of the gauze. Reminding himself not to be hurt by it. It was just his own response. "We should probably ignore it..." "What cha think 'ill happen if we don't?" Jayne asked taking a step forward despite himself. Despite knowing exactly how livid Mal would be if he though Jayne took advantage of their good doctor. "Depends on how far we let them go." Simon could feel his heart beat picking up pace. He rolled his shoulders and turned his back to the alpha, putting the gauze away. "Probably let us return to some kind of normal faster. Except whatever we allow them to do." "So if I take you to my bunk," Jayne's mouth was against the back of Simon's neck, his hands dwarfing Simon's own hands as he caged Simon in against the counter. "What would happen?" "Jayne." Simon gasped lightly his body responding to the presence of an alpha so willing and so close. He shivered and resisted the urge to press back into the alpha who's scent had surrounded him for his heat. "What would happen?"

Tentacle - From a fantasy found family WIP with no title and is on the back burner(it's document title is a reminder that it was supposed to only be one scene...and then it spiraled out of control).

Nazaire wrapped his arms around Maude tightly, she gasped against his mouth. His arms were too tight, but complaining was the furthest thing from her mind with the water lapping around them. Her legs wrapped around his hips to hold herself close as they floated in the waves. “Don’t let go.” She whispered as his mouth moved down to her neck with his teeth scraping against her neck. “Promise.” He growled as his tentacles began moving around her body. They slid around her legs, pushing her skirt up further until it was bunched above her hips.

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spacepiratenemo · 6 months

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🌌 OC Story Post: Ghyst, the Prince of Charon 🌑

#speedpaint The Plutonians, a clandestine civilization of the sunless tongue, bask in the faint, icy glimmer that manages to pierce through the nitrogen, methane, and carbon monoxide shrouding the desolate surfaces of Pluto and its moon, Charon. Despite their small numbers, they are dreaded across the galaxy. Veiled in silence, they speak only when their words bear weight, a trait instilled in their combat arts, rendering them the most formidable assassins.

Their duty lies in guarding the solar system's outskirts, extending to the colonies of the Kuiper Belt. The Plutonians are the first to detect and engage any potential threat to their home. Cloaked in secrecy, their protective actions remain unknown to the outside world. They are the eternal sentinels, perpetually vigilant, ensuring their realm remains untouched by any aggressor's hand.

Following Pluvian customs, the mightiest among them assumes leadership, earning the title of the Prince of Charon, the Night Haunter. Ghyst, known for his numerous triumphs on the battlefield, bears no scars, and his frigid gaze pierces the vital essence of his adversaries without a trace of emotion. Over time, his once pristine white hair acquired a blood-red tinge, a testament to the battles he had weathered. His physique is honed by discipline and combat, and his silence holds tales that whisper of the enigmatic Pluvian ways, shrouding their culture in an air of mystery that amplifies their ominous reputation.

However, the invasion of the Sangsasta Swarmfleet besieged Istvaan, Charon's primary city, leading to a catastrophic decline in Plutonian population. If not for the intervention of the Jackpot Crew, Pluto would have succumbed entirely. As fate demanded, the Prince of Charon found himself fallen from grace, assuming the role of the Nightwatcher within a notoriously audacious pirate crew. He pledged his heart to silence, and his honour to the Jackpots.

#🚀#OCStory #CharacterDevelopment #onepieceoc #onepiece #jackpotspacepiratecrew #spacepirates #onepieceart #originalcharacter #animeart #fandomart #onepieceocs #pluto #fandomoc #originalspecies #aliens #alienoc

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blurryfangirlansuke · 1 year

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Hello everyone long time no see but no worries I'm going to post more stuff. So I did an art trade with the lovely @rexmez drawing there oc Rikka who's a reporter girl and she was absolutely fun to draw. I love her hair and the way she runs buisness whenever she's going live and getting a story. I'll definitely do some doodles of her. Go give my dear friend a follow her art is beautiful and she's very sweet. Thank u for doing an art trade with me I had lots of fun ^^

~Rikka Rexmez's Oc~

Thank you all and have a great day or night ❤️^^

#artrade #ocs #reportergirl #newsreposter #cute #shes beautiful #ocstory #notmyoc #friendsoc #art for friends #thanku #digital art #young artist #rikka #ansuke #blurry #femaleartist

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drkwaifu · 10 months

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Lemme Just Drop The BG/Description For My Sims (Might Do a Machinima/LP (I WANNA DO A Machinima SO BAD BUT I BE GETTING OVERWHELMED)😔

Theres Gonna Be 6 More Characters 😙

#ocstory #sims4 #sims stories #sims4cc #thesims

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minjaeluver · 3 months

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The Forum

Summary: Welcome to The Forum, after the Earth has been reconstructed from a meteor, life as we once knew it has been forever changed.

Pairings: ALL OCS

Tropes: E2L

Genre: sci-fi, dystopian

Rating: PG 13 (ish)

Warnings: gore, language

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: Hello this is my first time posting a story on here. pls be kind :)

"Hello, citizens of The Forum. This is your host, Maria Bright and today we come to tell you horrible news. The resistance force of citizens who chose individuality over conformity approaches us. They wear colors that are not up to protocol, citizens know that this is an act of treason and is punishable by death. We urge you all to keep within the protocol as it states:

1. Only wear the standard white and gray clothing

2.Only wear the white and gray provided shoes

3. Have your Sector number written in the utmost right corner of your shirt or coat in the standard dark gray

4. Only travel within your Sector, visiting other Sectors without a visitation pass results in immediate death

We urge citizens of The Forum to lock their doors and stay inside. Do not let one of these people into your home for they can change your mind to think about horrendous things. They wear colors that emanate nightfall and are swift as the wind. Citizens of The Forum should know that individuality is punishable by death. These people will be brought to justice I assure you. Citizens of The Forum we wish for you to all be safe, this is Maria Bright signing off."

The pod system shut down and Maria was left alone in the studio.

"Miss Maria,” a robotic voice called. " It is time to leave."

"Okay, E.V. lead the way."

The little white android led Maria out of the broadcasting studio and into the garage where her hover car awaits. Citizens of The Forum would think that being a big newscaster, the place would be lively. Unbeknownst to them was the fact the newsroom was a desolate place, Maria’s job was to spread the propaganda that leached from Krain’s mouth. This propaganda led to what Maria and even her technologically advanced android didn't detect was that Miss Bright had been surrounded by the resistance force themselves. Maria slowly walked to her car with E. V. until…

" Miss Maria,“ E.V. called."Your hover car is ready."

" Thank you E.V." ,just as she was about to open the door a rough, calloused hand wrapped around her mouth and another grabbed her legs to stop her from kicking. A gruff " GET IN" hit

her ears. E.V. was powered down and thrown into the trunk of the car. Maria's dark brown eyes grew wide as she finally realized what was happening.

They're going to make me one of them.

"Did you get everything?" a female voice called out.

" Yeah, her little slint of government crap is back there." a rougher male voice replied. "Good. Let's get this show on the road boys." the female voice rang.

Maria's eyes blown wide with panic, The voice belonged to a woman Maria had not seen yet. A short, lean figure with tattered clothes, a mask, and steel-toed boots walked her way. Maria sat rigidly in the back of the hover car. She wanted to scream around profanities through the gag they bound her with. Maria grew even more confused as the figure walked towards her in a color she had never seen before. It was not the standard white and gray that they were supposed to wear. Maria began to discreetly try to unbind her hands to no avail. Unlike herself she started to yell behind the gag shoved into her mouth.

" Tell that government-following wench to shut her yap!"

"I call the shots around here Jeremy and if you don't want to end up like Michael I suggest you shut your yap."

When the woman spoke, something had felt familiar to Maria, she doubted her own judgment.

" Sorry miss."

He turned away like a kicked puppy. Maria stopped screaming and looked wide and teary-eyed at the figure above her. The short figure then leaned down and took off Maria's gag. Maria sputtered and coughed, she did not speak after that. The figure then reached up to take off her mask, Maria wary started to back away, she knew of the crimes that they had committed and did not want their ideals to be beseeched upon her. The figure held up a hand to say " I won't hurt you." Maria, still wary, stopped moving. The figure then pulled down her mask and long raven-colored hair spilled out like ink.

"Hiya sweetheart." she said. “You’re gonna give us the information we need or I’ll kill you, and I’ll have fun doing it.”

Maria started to rub her wrists together again to break her bounds. Frustrated, she began to kick her feet in an attempt to kick the woman. The woman gave a dry laugh at her fleeting chance for freedom.

***

“Hello citizens of the lost planet. I know this may seem strange but I am someone who truly cares about you. My name is Victor Krain and I am your new leader. The old dictatorship era is no more. We will only progress with the new rules and customs my team and I have created all for your well-being. I hope you can put your trust in me as I stride to lead you in the right direction. From now on, this will not be called the lost planet, it shall be called The Forum, citizens can conform to our rules, no individuality is allowed as you can see what individuality has done to us. All it does is cause war, pain, and the heartbreak of losing family members to having a free state of mind. I urge new citizens of The Forum to join me in creating a better world. Thank you for your time, Victor Krain signing off.”

The newly installed "pod system" shuts down as the first broadcast of the era is released.

" Mr. Krain,” a voice calls.

"Yes?"

"We've been told the broadcast went out smoothly. People are willing to conform to our rules."

"Excellent! Now our real agenda begins."

"Yes sir."

Victor smiles to himself and says, "Let the games begin."

***

"Mom! MOM! MOM WHERE ARE YOU?!" A little girl shrieked and wandered around. She walked with another girl, younger than her, no more than five.

"Maria" she said, "Where's mommy?"

Maria's eyes grew wide as she saw what happened in front of her. Her mother being dragged away by strange people in masks and her mother fighting for her life. Her mother began to scream, at first Maria couldn't hear what she said. Then it clicked, Maria then grabbed her sister's hand tighter and said "Run!" The girls ran away from the scene as the strange people started to make their way towards them. After running a distance Maria and her sister pause to catch their breath.

"Maria", her sister asked, "Why did we run away?"

"Rania, those people are bad. You should never become one of them. Do you understand?”

"Yes Maria."

As the girls walked, a few people in suits appeared in front of them. One of them came down to their level and Maria held Rania’s hand in a tight grip and pushed her small frame from behind. The one crouched to their level gave a small smile.

“I’m not going to hurt you love, I just want to help you.”

Maria gave a stern look, not trusting his words.

“Sir, this one looks to be trouble.”

“No it’s fine we can use her to our advantage, it would be better to split them up.”

Upon hearing this Maria had tried to run away again but the men were too strong and she was too small. The men in suits split the girls apart, Rania’s eyes filling with tears as she called out.

“Maria! Maria!”

One of the men knocked Rania out cold. Maria struggled to get out of their grasp, until another man walked over and before she blacked out she could hear,

“Such a shame she caused all of this.”

***

“Jeremy”, the woman’s voice hard, “Are we almost back to base?”

“Yes miss”.

“Good, put her in the slugs when we get there”.

“Miss, the slugs?! We can’t-”

She arched her brow.

“Yes miss” he replied timidly.

The woman stalked off to her private chamber she made for herself on the craft.

“That little goody two shoes, she better start talking once we get back to base. That slate is the key to everything.” she mumbles to herself.

The car rumbles to a stop and Maria gets ragdolled in the back. The woman dragged her to her feet and shoved her towards Jeremy.

“Take her to the slugs” tone icy.

Jeremy, with one quick nod of his head grabs Maria by the forearm in a strong grip. He began to drag her off the hover car. Maria started to mumble that this is not up to protocol once again, the woman, tired of her constant screaming, hopped off the car, did a quick jog to where Jeremy had stopped. A blur of something heavy and another of some odd bright blurb flashed in front of Maria’s eyes and then nothing.

***

Maria woke into a place she could tell has not been cleaned in years. Her head pounding she tried to gather her bearings, but the persistent pain in her head said otherwise. She couldn’t see anything, not even her hand. She didn’t know if that stupid bag was still on her head or not. She tried to use her other senses as much as she could. Straining her ears, she heard the small drip of water coming from somewhere relatively close to her. She put her hands toward what she thought was the ground and began to feel for anything. Wherever she was, it was cold and slightly sticky. Oh how she wished to wash her hands, but she continued to feel around. The ground felt firm and she could feel bumps in it as if something had run over it numerous times. Maria stretched her hand a bit further and she stopped on something hard,smooth. She tried to go further when a voice stopped her.

“Stop fuckin moving Comie.”

“Comie”, the name for those who followed the rules of Krain. Those in the Sectors call them this. Just one of the many derogatory names that they have for them. Maria froze and took a deep breath. The price of choosing survival, it would seem, was being belittled by criminals. Something scrapes loudly and Maria is suddenly brought to her feet.

“Let’s go”

The voice drags Maria away from wherever she was and brings her somewhere. She tripped over her feet a few times, scraped her knee then was roughly pushed into a seat. The bag was roughly pulled off of her face and a bright white light hit her eyes and her vision was blurred for a bit. A door opened and footsteps were heard. Maria looked up,vision finally cleared, and put on a hard glare. Low and behold the woman from earlier walked in and set her steeler gaze upon Maria. Both women stared at each other, both not wanting to break their cool, when finally the woman broke the silence.

“Are you going to do as we say now?”

Maria didn’t speak a word and continued to stare at the woman. The woman walked closer.

“You better start talking while I’m being nice. The satisfaction of breaking someone held so close in Krain’s regard,makes me tingle with excitement.”

Maria turned toward the woman and spat on her. The woman, eerily calm, got up and wiped her face. A slight smirk played on her lips. She raised an arch of her pretty brow as if to tease and slugged the pretense clear out of Maria. Maria was hit so hard she fell out of the chair and could see stars spinning. Suddenly there were 4-5 versions of the woman standing above her with a shit eating grin.

“See ya in a few, bitch.”

And with that Maria blacked out. Hours later she awoke in what she believed was the same place they’d taken her from. Quite distraught that her pristine white clothes were now soiled in whatever soot and grime was in Utopia. Head feeling like it would split in 2 with quite a large knot growing from the back, Maria still tried to gather her bearings. Footsteps could be felt against the ground, growing closer. A light was switched on and suddenly Maria could see where she was. The woman was inside a distance away from Maria.

“A cell? A fuckin cell, real fuckin classy, Colors”

“Oh wow, Colors? My feelings are so hurt.”

“How could you do this to me?! How could you?”

“How could I do what? Beat your ass and still look good while doing it? Practice mate, practice.”

“That’s not what I meant you little shit. What do you want from me anyways you grimy leech?”

The leader walked briskly over toward Maria holding onto one of the cell bars. The bar she was holding onto too so tight her knuckles began to turn white. Her patience started to run very thin.

“One more insult from you, slate, and I'll cut out your tongue.”

The woman smiled wickedly as Maria visibly started to grow defeated. Maria knew that breaking protocol was wrong. This woman would not give up, Maria decided to cool herself and see what it was that she so desperately wanted.

“Fine. What do you want to know about me?”

“I want to know everything you know about Krain. You’re a news anchor for The Forum right?

Be good to your fellow Sector members and cough it up.”

The bold statement from this woman threw Maria completely off guard. Her jaw opened and closed several times before she had the confidence again to speak.

“What?! I can't do that! I’ll lose my career and Krain’s trust in me.”

“You will give up his information if you want to live, Moecha Putida.”

To say that Maria was shocked is an understatement. These people think that she would willingly betray the only person who had made any sense of the world after the eruption is completely insane. Her face contorted with scorn and disgust as she states,

“Why should I give information to… to.. An individualist like you.”

“Because we are gonna take down that hypocrite once and for all. You are gonna help us.”

Now this is completely and utterly absurd. Her life was just turned upside down and she has been casted away from the only home she knows and now these people feel the need to ruin everything that has helped civilization thrive these past 100 years. What is wrong with these people? Maria dared to speak once more with a note of something in her voice that felt feral even for her normally caring and refined nature.

“Us? Now you're spouting more bullshit, why would you wanna take down the man who helped rebuild the world after the eruption?”

“You’re gonna help us Maria whether you like it or not. You’re the key to it all.” The woman walked away from the cell back to where she had came from. Maria, left alone in the cell, fear and doubt flashed upon her face.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

#oc x oc #ocscifi #ocdystopianau #ocstory #oc angst #oc gore

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bells-of-war · 10 months

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#comicart #comic #digital art #digital comic #art #photoshop #artists on tumblr #oc #ocs #ocstory #comics #character design #original character #webcomic #webcomic series

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simplyodd15 · 1 year

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This is my OC, Caroline. She's a Moon/Night Goddess. She's an oc for a Manhwa I read, called: Into The Light Once Again

#oc art #oc #art #drawing #goddess #moon #moon oc #wattpad #ocstory #manhwa #Into The Light Once Again #Isis De Almir x Reader

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dorlinmn · 1 year

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BBQ#illustration #digtalart #procreate #oc #ocstory https://www.instagram.com/p/CpXlRomtz4Y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#illustration #digtalart #procreate #oc #ocstory

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tangerine-haus · 9 months

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Mori and Luciá? 👀👀👀👀👀 tell me about them omg

A lot of my characters were originally designed specifically so I had an excuse to draw a certain aesthetic, fashion, or style. I started following a lot of j-fashion and realized that none of my characters fit the Lolita fashion I wanted to draw/design. I made sweet Lolita Mori first, and made Lucía as a gothic counterpart shortly after. They are only connected by aesthetic choices. They don’t “know” each other. (They don’t have stories with each other) But one year at an anime convention i commissioned a few artists to draw them together :3 they only get together for the ART.

Mori is named after Mori Chack. And I just like the name Lucía lol. (I actually sort of regret naming her Mori because shortly after a new fashion trend surfaced called Mori/Mori kei/Mori girl and the aesthetic is not at ALL like sweet Lolita. Oh well lol)

Lucía eventually developed a story. Her lore is that she is a cannibal. So she is usually seen being extremely cute, dressed in full gothic Lolita, but also covered in blood and guts.

I often like to name my playable characters in games after my OCs. I started a new save on Stardew Valley and had Lucía as my farmer! So her new development is that she is trying to reform her cannibalistic ways by doing hard farm work to keep busy. She moves to a small town that tempts her desires, knowing no one would figure out her deep secret…… if she could just have a taste, she could totally get away with it.

These 2 are part of the group of characters I have inspired by j-fashion and alt fashion trends. Eudora, Blanche, Miriam, and to a small extent Kayla (and everyone in the Technicolor Nightmare story) are part of this group. Their stories don’t interconnect (if they even have one), but they have the same source inspiration.

Whenever I get actual posts with my OCs I will go back and link them in the asks :3

Thank you for asking about them!!! 💖

#OC #OC:Mori #OC:Lucía #digital #sketchbook #ocstory #kawaii #Lolita fashion #asks

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duckingwriting · 7 months

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Seven Snips Seven people

I was tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer and you can see their post here.

How-to: Post seven Snippets, from different stories or the same, it's up to you. Tag seven people to play next.

I'm no pressure tagging: @writernopal, @mrbexwrites, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @kaiusvnoir, @mthollowell-writes, @oh-no-another-idea, and an open tag for anyone that wants to jump into tags.

As always my snips are bellow the cut. CW/TW are posted with each snip if they need one.

Snip from the Jake Sully/Tsu'tey Avatar A/B/O AU I'm working on. TW/CW - Jake has issues with his human body

"JakeSully." Tsu'tey's voice was sharp and curled with enough authority Jake was sure that had he been linked to a body with more omega instincts than beta he would have stopped immediately, fallen into line and done anything that Tsu'tey asked. As it was he only hesitated a moment before increasing his pace. But then Tsu'tey was grabbing him up again. This time the Navi pulled Jake from his chair. Jake struggled in the grasp but Tsu'tey simply walked away with the small human after scooping up the chair up. "God damn you, put me down!" Jake cursed the large male. "Return to your body, JakeSully." Tsu'tey dropped Jake onto one of the link pods. Jake flinched as his elbow connected with the metal siding. "Why?" Jake snarled sitting up and glaring at Tsu'tey. "Because I want my mate." Tsu'tey crossed his arms. Jake stared with a frown up at the large blue alien glaring down at him. Finally he sighed and shook his head pushing himself to the edge of the pod bed. "No. You want what you think your mate is, you're repulsed by reality." Tsu'tey's jaw tensed as he stared down at the human reaching for the chair still held in his hand. Tsu'tey dropped the chair by the body and leaned over the human Forcing Jake to lean away. "I see you JakeSully."

From Jur-ass-ic series, the You Spino Me Right 'Round. CW/TW minor blood, licking blood.

"Oh god...what are you?" Anthony tried to push himself away from the beast turned man but his large hands simply clamped around Anthony's arms and pulled him closer, pressing his mouth against the side of his neck and inhaling sharply. Anthony lifted his hands to push the head away with a choked sound. He knew that having his throat ripped out was very low on the list of ways he wanted to die. He didn't really want to die at all. His hand slipped against the hard rough skin and his little finger slid against one of the sharp teeth in the man's mouth. Anthony yelped and jerked away looking down and seeing blood welling up on his finger. He blinked a few times then lifted his gaze back to the unnerving eyes when the creature made a soft worried sound. Vitale huffed an irritated breath and pulled his mate's hand up so he could inspect his injury. He was disappointed to discover he had been right about the weakness of his mate's skin. He had hoped it was more durable than he had thought. But there was a small stream of blood sliding down the smallest unclawed finger to prove that Vitale had been right. Leaning forward his tongue flicked out and he carefully captured the blood and drew his mate's finger into his mouth, using his own lips to block his teeth from damaging his mate further. His mate made more sounds he could not understand but he thought might be his mate's way of communicating. Vitale lifted his gaze and looked up at his mate not convinced that he would be able to understand any more from his observations but having to try. Just in case there was something he could figure out.

This snip is from the A/B/O Firefly fic I'm working on, Jayne Cob/Simon Tam. CW/TW: unexpected heat, in public

Jayne decided he did not envy Mal in the slightest if Inara's heats were anything like Simon's were. He also wondered how anyone had missed the omega's heats during his time on Serenity or if it was just Jayne that had been clueless. "Shiong mao niao." Jayne glared at the passerbys while dragging the doctor along with him. "Then again all Mal has ta do is give a knot. Not keep 'em both from loosin' clothes." Jayne caught Simon's hand as the omega reached for Jayne's belt again. At first, Jayne had been taking the omega in pre-heat the fastest route back to the docks and Serenity he could, but then the smaller man had cried out in pain and doubled over. Jayne's grip had slipped from his upper arm and Simon had hit his knees. Jayne had seen Simon shot, seen him afraid, but had never seen the doctor so much as a sniffle. But when Jayne reached down and yanked the doctor back to his feet there had been tears and his face had twisted in agony. Jayne hated the broken sounds of pain leaving the doctor's mouth as he clutched at his abdomen. The scent of full heat drew too much attention and the doctor shook when he stood. Jayne had reached out without thinking and threaded his fingers into Simon's hair, pushing it from his sweaty forehead. The skin-to-skin contact seemed to snap something in Simon's brain because the doctor was no longer trying to curl up in pain. Instead, he was pressing himself against Jayne. Clinging to Jayne with panting breath against his skin.

A Sparrington(Jack Sparrow/James Norrington) soulmate AU. CW/TW: Sex

"I think you do Jamie." Jack let one hand continue upwards until he could start teasing at the smaller man's nipples. His fingers gently beginning to roll the nubs between his finger and thumb while the other began to work its way down until his finger tips brushed against the hem of James' pants. "But I can stop now. If you really want. Say the words Jamie." James was silent as he felt his own cock hardening. He couldn't bring himself to say the words. He had told himself he would say them, that he would not accept the other man as his mate when he had first noticed the edges of the tattoo. But he had dreamed of finding his mate for so long that he couldn't bring himself to say the words. All he could do was close his eyes and feel his cock hardening at the teasing touch and warm breath. "Try to be quiet, Love." Jack whispered as he began loosening James's trousers. "Unless you want an audience."

From an unnamed fated mates werewolf story loosely inspired by beauty and the beast. CW/TW: fear, blood, mild gore

Amatus felt saliva at the back of his head, soaking into his hair, as whatever the beast was started mouthing at the knot of his blindfold. It fell from his eyes and Amatus choked back his sobs, knowing it wouldn't do him any good. He could see two giant paws on either side of him, their claws soaked in blood that dyed the silvered fur red. He did not dare look over his shoulder. The beasts mouth was at his wrists, where the rope tied his hands tightly. He felt teeth grazing his skin as he was suddenly jerked up. Amatus could not stop the frightened gasp that left his throat and it broke the damn. Sobs started ripping through his body. He could see another of the beasts, this one a darker gray than the paws hinted at for the one behind him, also covered in blood. He made a step forward only for the one behind Amatus to snarl and lunge forward towards him. Amatus crashed into the ground, closing his eyes against the mud. When he turned his head sideways he spotted another of the beasts again. This one was not alive though. It was barely recognizable and Amatus could not begin to guess what color it may have been, torn apart as it was. The beast behind him placed one of its giant paws on Amatus, pressing down between his shoulders. His teeth back near Amatus' wrists as it pulled on the knot. Once his wrists slid free of the rope, the beast lifted his paw and nosed at the rope burns around Amatus' wrists with a low whimper. Amatus shivered at the sound. The darker beast made a huffing sound that got a growl from the one over Amatus again. Amatus tried to choke back the frightened sound and push himself back down into the mud. He thought maybe if he was covered in enough of it the beast would not register him as food. But the beast tugged at his shirt until he had pulled Amatus to his feet. Then he started nudging at Amatus, forcing the frightened man to take a stumbling step forward. Then he repeated the process. "Alright. Alright." Amatus gasped and started walking slowly without the prodding. "Alright. Dinner to go."

Unnamed werewolf story, an arranged marriage.

Duncan was amused, despite his outward boredom, at his half brother's obvious aggravation. Jay had, for all intents and purposes, lost Duncan's promised mate. Duncan knew the general whereabouts of each of his pack members at all times or could easily find out where they were. His pack was considerably smaller than his brother's but it still seemed careless to not have members know where other members were. Someone in the pack should have known where Elizabeth was in Duncan's opinion. Duncan did. He had sent his best trackers out to find and follow her after arriving in his brother’s pack’s territory. Last he knew she was at a cemetery. Duncan wondered if something had gone wrong, but then dismissed the thought. If something was wrong he would have received a phone call. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than his phone began ringing, interrupting his brother's annoying finger-tapping. "Hello." "We lost her." A frustrated growl answered him.

From Wanted: 'Til Death,

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Phil snarled. Robin froze in his shadowed hiding spot. He relaxed his shoulders when it became apparent that the guards were the subject of the sheriff's ire and Robin himself had apparently not been discovered. “We...heard a noise.” One of the guards stuttered. “You heard a sound.” Phil mocked, his face contorting with his rage. Spittle flew as he shouted at the two men, the vein on the side of his neck throbbed. “Tuck hangs tomorrow! If Robin is going to rescue him it will be tonight! I will not loose him because two fucking idiots left their post! Get back to where you belong!” The two men raced past the sheriff stumbling over themselves to get away. Robin swallowed against the fear that surged up replacing the hope that Phil was oblivious to his presence when dark eyes landed on him. Robin could see the swirl of hate and hurt at war in the narrowed gaze. The two men stood in a tense silence, the sheriff’s threat of watching Robin hang swinging ominously between them. The sheriff slowly reached towards his belt, beside his revolver, and unclipped his keys. “Oh, no.” Phil’s tone was flat as he held up his keys between his thumb and index finger. “It appears I have dropped my keys somewhere.” He shook the keys towards the other man. “I guess I can’t go through the side door. I’ll have to retrace my steps back to the second floor, middle cell, where Father Tuck is. I’ll have to talk to the guards and see if they’ve seen my keys.” Phil ignored the brush of Robin’s fingers as the other man slowly took the keys. “It’ll take me two minutes to get there.”

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