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all444glo · 1 month ago

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“Girl you do damage to me”

📷:You’re a former athlete turned rising sports journalist, and you met Anthony Edwards while covering the 2024–25 season. By Christmas, you were inseparable. But even love couldn’t protect you from the kind of betrayal that follows men with too many cameras and too much access.

⚠️ ||makeup sex, unprotected sex, light choking, hair pulling, possessive dialogue, breeding kink, stomach pressure, praise and degradation, mentions of cheating (past), toxic relationship dynamics, strong language blah blah blah

The bass of the after-party pulsed through my chest, but my body wasn’t moving. I sat at the bar in a ed hardy crop top and cheetah print skirt that clung to my thighs, sipping something pink and sweet, smiling politely when anyone came up to speak. My camera crew had already dipped. My manager texted me three times to “network,” but I’d stopped trying to force a good time two hours ago.

I should’ve been happy. This was the biggest moment of my career so far—an invite to cover the Western Conference Finals, interviews with players, press passes, private dinners, free fits, the whole dream package. I had footage to edit, a podcast to record, brand deals to lock in… but my head was stuck on him.

Anthony Edwards had played his ass off. Forty-two points in Game 5. As usual he pissed everybody off, but played so well you couldn’t tell him shit. Carried the Wolves, and then went straight-faced into the press conference like it was just another Tuesday. I watched him answer every question with that cocky smile and pretend like nothing phased him. Not even me, seated front row, scribbling notes like him and I didn’t have a devastating breakup weeks ago.

I'd ignored the blogs. The Twitter whispers. The random girl tagging herself at his crib with a caption that said “he love it here” Everyone warned me. “All athletes are the same .” “You know he’s a whore.”

But I didn’t care about any of that.

That was the problem. I looked past the chain and the smirk and the shit-talking and saw Anthony, the one who rubbed my feet while I edited videos on deadline and kissed my shoulder before he left for road trips. I thought he was different because he said he liked me for my brain before my ass. Stupid.

“Y/N.”

My eyes snapped up, of course he was here.

He had on a black tee, low gold chain, and sweatpants that screamed “I just threw this on.” Although He did look good—too good. Too tall. Too smug.

“Thought you weren’t coming,” he said, sliding next to me at the bar.

“I didn’t come for you,” I replied instantly.

He smirked. “Didn’t say you did.”

I sipped my drink and didn’t look at him.

“You could at least say congrats.”

“Congrats,” I muttered sarcastically, glancing at his lips, then away. “You played great. Amazing, actually. MVP-worthy.”

He leaned on his elbows, his voice low. “That pride shit is gon be the death of you, but let me not talk to you crazy. I know how you get.”

I turned to him. “You still mad I said you weren’t media trained on my podcast?”

He laughed. “You still mad I said being an influencer ain’t a real job?”

I tilted my head. “It’s funny. I actually work for a living. You just bounce a ball and cheat.”

That made his jaw tick.

“You still believe that bullshit?”

“She posted you in her bed, Anthony.”

He scoffed. “After you ghosted me for a week and went to that Spotify summit with your lil media friends.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault you couldn’t keep your dick to yourself?”

He leaned in closer, breath warm against my cheek. “You act like you ain’t miss it.”

I scrunched my nose up at him, looking him up and down. His self prostitution always disgusted me. Anthony probably thought his dick had more value than his actual ability to play basketball. I put a few bills on the counter and walked out, needing to get away from the tension in the club.

Outside the club, the cool air hit me like a slap. I was already calling my Uber when he followed me out.

“I’m not letting this be the last time we talk,” he said.

I didn’t even turn around. “You already did that when you let someone else fuck you.”

He sighed. “I know I messed up, you keep punishing me instead of moving forward”

“I’m moving forward, by moving on Anthony“

He stepped in front of me. “Y/N—”

“What?”

“I miss you. And I ain’t gon’ lie like I don’t still think about you every damn day.”

“You think I give a fuck about you missing me?”

“I’m saying I want to fix this.”

I laughed. “With your dick? With your money? With your petty insults? With what Ant?”

I felt my eyes get heavy. I was tearing up outside of one of the biggest events in my career field, how embarrassing? “You could’ve just left me alone, I really don’t understand—”

He ran a hand over his face. “I ain’t come here to fight.”

“I don’t care what you came here to do, I don’t want you here in general”

That one hit.

He went quiet for a moment, staring at me like I’d slipped through his fingers.

“I ain’t never love nobody like I loved you,” he finally said.

I blinked back the sting in my eyes. “And I ain’t never hate nobody like I hate you.”

My Uber pulled up, and I turned to leave.

“Y/N,” he called after me.

I paused. Only a little.

“Let me come up. Just to talk.”

I exhaled, throat tight. “You get five minutes.”

I unlocked the door to my room and tossed my stuff to the side. I didn’t even take off my shoes before I turned around.

“You cheated. I trusted you.”

He stepped forward. “You ain’t never really trusted me.”

“You made me feel like I could have! You made me feel safe—then you let the internet treat me like a clown.”

“I defended you—”

“Where? In private? Quietly? While you let people say I was just some IG bitch who got lucky?”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I was tryna protect you.”

“Don’t flip it,” I snapped. “You let the media drag my name, let people call me a clout chaser while you were out here smiling in post-game interviews.”

He crossed his arms. “Y/N Please. Let’s not act like Ian make yo name jump. You were just doing youtube relationship recaps showing all 32 until we—”

“Wow.” My chest hollowed. “That’s sick.”

He shrugged. “Tell me I’m lying.”

“I have a whole master’s degree, Anthony. A real one. Not honorary. Not gifted. I did the work—publications, bylines, panel talks—before you ever followed me. Don’t ever try me like I’m some groupie bitch you elevated.”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Say it again,” I challenged. “Say you made me. I dare you.”

He stepped closer, jaw tight. “I ain’t mean it like that.”

“No—you did. And you know what? That’s what hurts the most. Not the cheating, not the girls in your phone. It’s that deep down, you really believe I need you to be something.”

He didn’t say anything. His breathing was heavy. So was mine.

“You really think after all this I don’t care?”

“I think you care about yourself, and you wanna keep me around—“

“I still read every damn article you publish. I know when you’re faking a smile on camera. I saw that whole Pour Minds interview—you looked sad as hell even while smiling with your favorite people.”

I looked up at him, stunned, silent.

“You think you slick, Y/N? I love you—even when you try so hard to make the fucking media think I don’t .”

My chest heaved. “I hate you.”

He leaned down, his lips a breath from mine. “Then why are you still letting me stand here?”

I kissed him first.

Harsh. Angrily. Like I hated his guts but couldn’t keep my hands off of him.

He caught my face in his hands and kissed me back like he missed the taste of my mouth. Like he'd been starving. His hands roamed my waist, my thighs, gripping and releasing like he didn’t know where to hold on.

He spun me around, pressing me against the door, tongue licking into my mouth like he needed to silence everything we hadn’t said.

“You look so fucking good,” he whispered, teeth grazing my neck. “You wylin for what, knowing damn well you coming home .”

“You’re still not forgiven,” I breathed.

“I know.” His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my ass fingers grazing the growing wetness in my underwear. “But that pussy forgave me”

I moaned as he lifted me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down like I was still a doll he was scared to break. He stripped me slow, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered, whispering variations of , “You still mine” “I Love you.” “You so pretty”

“Open ,” he demanded. I hesitated just to spite him, but he didn’t flinch. “Don’t make me ask again.”

I giggled lightly and spread my legs.

The first lick was soft. Gentle. A tease.

But by the third? He was eating me like he’d gone starving since the last time. Hands gripping my thighs, tongue deep and sloppy and deliberate. What Anthony lacked in overall decorum, he made up for in the bedroom.

“Mmmm,” I gasped.

“You still don’t want me?,” he said, rising to kiss me, my taste lingering on his lips. “You still hate me?”

I nodded furiously, only to be grabbed by Anthony suddenly. He had that same smirk on his face, such a prideful man. He loved when he had a point to prove.

He flipped me over, ass up, face down, the way he knew made me melt and rage at the same time.

“You mad, huh?” he muttered as he slid in, slow and thick, my breath hitching with every inch. “Mad as fuck I still feel this good.”

“Ooo you get on my nerves.” I teased

“And you love it.” His hand gripped my throat from behind, bending my back toward him like a bow. “This pussy made for me. She don’t want nobody else.”

He pushed deep and stayed there, grinding into me slow. “Tell me it’s not mine.”

I couldn’t—I wouldn’t

“Go ahead tell me Y/N.”

“You ain’t shit,” I whispered.

“But It’s mine, ain’t it?” he whispered back, voice raw.

His hand slid down my stomach, pressing firm. “You feel that?” he muttered. “That’s me. Deep in this shit. Where I belong.”

He leaned down to my ear, breath warm.

“Finna get sixty acres with you. Our own land. Compound. Goats and shit. You barefoot in our garden pregnant with my fifth.”

“Stop! I told you bout that shit!—,” I hissed, knowing his intentions.

“Hush.” His fingers forcing their way into my mouth, I sucked them on instinct.

Lord we knew each other so well.

He started snapping his hips harder, meaner, but still with that sick, rhythmic control. Every thrust a punctuation mark. I met him just as hard, matching it out of spite, out of need, out of a love i’d never say out loud.

He came in me with a growl, chest pressed to my back, still whispering filth and fantasies.

Afterward, he collapsed beside me, both of us catching our breath, the room silent except for the faint hum of the city.

I turned my back to him. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

He pulled me close anyway, hand sliding up my thigh. “Yeah, yeah you still ain’t told me to leave.”

“Shut up.”

“Still mad?”

“I will always be mad.”

He kissed the side of my neck. “And I’mma always love you.”

I didn’t answer. But I didn’t move either.

I knew Anthony loved me, he always showed it but I knew I couldn’t trust him. But lord knows I could try.

I reached back, grabbed his hand, and pressed it to my belly.

“Sixty acres?”

“Minimum,” he whispered.

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henrioo · 1 year ago

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°•*⁀➷ MINE TO CLAIM: ZORO

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : In a full moon night your werewolf boyfriend can be a little wild and uncontrollable, good that you don't mind helping him with all his needs.

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : AMAB! READER, MALE! READER, NSFW, MLM, HOMO SEX, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, werewolf stuff (full moon, heat, knot, biting/mark, mate), impregnation talk (Zoro wants to make the reader a dad), breeding kink, the reader CAN'T get pregnant but Zoro doesn't care

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : So again, minors and fem DNI, you be blocked and blah blah, I'm not in a good mental state to post a long notes, so sorry. The thing I can say is I will try to finish the ask because I am already taking too long, and I will try to finish translating my other stuff to post, I hope this helps me get better, thanks for all the support and enjoy!

You held tighter to the pile of pillows, there was padding everywhere thanks to Zoro's claws that had ripped some pillows and cushions from the nest he built. You thought that nests were things for omegas in fanfictions, but it seemed that in reality all wolves had one. Since Zoro no longer slept in the forest now that you were dating, and you forbade him to sleep in the middle of the woods when you had a house in perfect condition, it wasn't strange to realize that he really missed something more traditional from his werewolf origins.

You helped him build the nest with lots of love, using a small spare room in your house, the two of you were able to build a nest and a small den for when Zoro felt like snuggling, following his instincts in a more natural place for his breed. It was basically a mess of sheets, your and Zoro's clothes, as well as several pillows and cushions to make you comfortable. You also covered the window with black plastic so that it would always be darker and more cozy for both of you.

Usually, you and Zoro just laid there cuddling, especially when he was in his full form. Sometimes you ate and watched movies on your cell phone, nothing too strange or exotic. That was until Zoro finally asked you to marry him and asked if he could mark you as his mate, saying he couldn't bear to go out with you on the street anymore, knowing that you didn't have his mark or scent. After some explanations about this ritual, you accepted both requests with great emotion, deciding to become Zoro's become his fiancé and also his companion.

Since the branding ritual, a deep bite on your neck that bled and left you in pain for weeks, unable to even turn your neck, every full moon, his nest, which was once just a spare room for snuggles, has become something much more… Intimate.

“Zoro!” You screamed his name for the thousandth time that night, your ass was high in the air and if it weren't for Zoro's big hands with huge claws holding you by your thighs, your wobbly legs would have already given up on you.

Your entire body was burning, and you had already cum so many times that your dick was so sensitive and Zoro hadn't even fucked you yet, he was too busy with foreplay. He was now licking your hole like he was sucking on ice cream, sticking his huge tongue so deep you could see stars, you were already drooling against the nest and every scent of your wolf was so intoxicating that you felt drunk and sick from his pheromones.

“Mine, mine, mine” Zoro didn't speak properly during mating season, he usually growled and released small compliments or affirmations of possession. He tried to show all his feelings just through actions, not being able to trust his tongue to express all his desires.

He finally pulled away from your hole, which was now dripping with saliva, and enjoyed the view for a bit. You were squeezing around nothing, and you were stretched and wet enough to take him. Zoro was always twice as careful during the full moon, knowing that for a human it would be much more difficult and painful to take a werewolf's knot completely. He quickly bit your ass a little hard and slapped the other side, then he stood up and leaned over you.

He placed kisses on your back, feeling you relax as he began to smell your neck and hair, making you shiver and let out a soft moan. He quickly began rubbing his nose against the huge bite mark on your neck and licking it affectionately, feeling pride fill his chest knowing that you were completely his and anyone could know that.

“Zoro… Please” you begged whimpering for him, you were already so tired and overstimulated that you were afraid you would pass out before the wolf was able to stick his dick in you. “I want your cock, please, please, I need it so much” you begged him, begged him to finally satisfy you both and not prolong this pleasurable torture any longer.

“Do you want my cock?” He growled in your ear as he grabbed your waist with one of his hands, his claws scratched you and you knew you would be sore all over the next morning. “Do you want my knot? Do you want me to fill it completely?” He pumped his own dick while rubbing the head of it against his crying hole, which was trying his best to suck him inside. Your own cock began to twitch, getting excited to cum again.

“Yes! I want your knot! I need it, Zoro!” You screamed without any shame, knowing that Zoro loved it when you became uncontrollably vocal, shouting how much you loved and needed him “I need you to fill me Zoro! Please! I need your cum inside me!” You cried shamelessly trying to rub your ass against him.

“Shit… You’re my needy boy, aren’t you? I'm going to fill you so good, I'm going to fill you completely... You're going to take my fucking knot and I'm going to fill you with my cum again and again until you're full and pregnant with my puppies” he breathed heavily into your you heard as he began to slowly thrust into you, giving you time to get used to his cock which was bigger and more swollen due to the full moon “You want this, don’t you? Carry my puppies? Being the daddy of our pack” he growled at the idea.

"Yes! I want to! Please, Zoro! I want to carry your puppies! Oh!” You screamed as he thrust harder, shoving a large portion of his cock in at once. “I’ll be a good dad, I promise!” You didn't even have control over what you were screaming and begging for anymore, you just needed him.

“I know, I know you will” You both knew it was impossible for you to get pregnant, after all you were both amab men, but that didn't lessen the fantasy of Zoro filling you up until you were pregnant with his puppies. “I’m going to fill you so fucking good you’ll be dripping”

And when Zoro rammed the rest of his cock in, pressing into your prostate so hard that you came immediately, feeling your legs giving out and your eyes rolling back to their fullest as you could feel his cock so deep and swollen inside you that you definitely had a bulge in your stomach, you knew that was definitely a promise.

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simplyraeblue · 8 months ago

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Bargaining Chip (Dabi x reader x Hawks)

!femreader x Dabi x Hawks idk what plot to write for this tbh WARNINGS/TAGS: MDNI, NSFW, swearing, inappropriate quirk usage (slight branding), smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie, dabi claims you, hawks wants you, blah blah blah feelings with smut, use of "doll", use of "pretty" A/N: this was my lil birthday treat to myself so I wrote this Tuesday in a manic "I'm getting older" mind. i'll eventually write Dabi a solo one but something about these two together... shew. also my first threesome smut so hope it suits your fancy! word count: 3,015

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Hawks had made it his personal mission to gather intel on you. His primary objective, of course, was to get information on the League by following you. His hidden mission… soak in as much of you as he could.

You were gentle, and kind, he’d even go so far as to say cute. How the hell had you ended up with the League of Villains? He’d watched you help an elderly woman across the street for God’s sake - not really villain behavior.

As of late, he’s been allowing his curiosity to get the better of him. Sneaking into your apartment, rummaging through your things… and even wistfully stealing a few sniffs of your sheets, the scent of you lingering from the morning. Your life seemed utterly normal to him, nothing out of the ordinary.

And yet, every other night he’d follow you to their hideout. A run-down warehouse that accommodated the League - a place he’d only been to once when Dabi had first questioned his loyalties. You looked out of place, like a sheep amongst wolves as you walked in casually through the front door.

Hawks had toed the line of rushing in after you, every time he watched you disappear into the building. Were you in danger? Is there a chance you were forced to be here time after time? Nothing else made sense; you had no criminal record, no quirk, nothing tying you to the group. He couldn’t figure it out, and it was beginning to irritate him.

It had been a month or so since he’d started following you in the first place, initially on edge but now unfazed by how close he’d fly to you. He had to talk with you, get you alone so that you felt safe to speak… but his training told him it was too risky.

So, now here he was, giving up a night of surveillance to meet with Dabi. Kicking himself every mile he put between himself and your apartment - what if he missed something while he was gone? He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the little glimpses into your life he got, so normal and carefree.

What he didn’t expect was to get to the building and find you.

Hawks paused at the door before peaking in the window to make sure it was safe. Instead, he froze at the sound of the moans spilling from your mouth, his eyes recognizing you instantly, even with your face fucked out from pleasure.

He’d half anticipated finding you in danger, in need of rescuing, but here you were – bouncing languidly up and down while straddling Dabi. Far from in danger.

You were racked with overstimulation, Dabi working you up to your third orgasm as you groaned out his name, unaware of your peeping tom watching the scene unfold. “Fuck, please I can’t again.” You whined with your head thrown back, eyes screwed shut as you felt the burning in your stomach grow as hot as his flames.

“But you’re takin’ it s’ well, doll.” Dabi moaned into your tits as he used his hands on your hip to move your body himself. He refused to cum until you were too fucked out to even beg for it, until your body was limp from exhaustion. “Wan’ you t' cum on my dick again.”

A hot slap landed on the plush of you ass, leaving a burn shaped like a handprint to mark you as his. While you continued to use him, his cock hitting your cervix so deliciously, his eyes glanced at the time. He knew who should be outside the door, so it was no surprise when out of the corner of his eye he saw a fleeting pair of red wings.

Dabi started to rut into you now, even more feral with the idea that someone was watching how good he was making you feel, and your praises made it that much sweeter. “Oh yes – mph – Dabi, shit ‘m gonna cum!” You squealed out as your body started to tremble under his touch, your warm, wet walls clenching around his cock as you reached your high and lost yourself in it.

“That’s it, lemme feel ya.” Dabi’s lips found your neck, leaving scorching hot kisses on your skin as you ground your hips into his to ride out your release.

At the sight of you coming undone, Hawks physically couldn’t restrain himself. He’d already shoved his hand past his waistband to palm his growing erection, but now he was fully fisting himself as he enjoyed the show. You sounded so sweet, a wicked little thing with someone else’s name on your lips – and he wanted it to be his name you screamed instead.

As you collapsed into Dabi’s chest, your head finding purchase in his sweat-coated shoulder, you gulped down as much air as you could knowing it was certainly not over for you. Just as you were anticipating Dabi to switch positions and fuck you until his own orgasm, you felt his body shake with laughter.

“You gonna come in or not?” He spoke out loud, and your body stilled as you heard the front door creak open slowly. You couldn’t lift your head to see who it was, whether from exhaustion or embarrassment and assuming it was one of the League, but then Dabi answered your question himself. “Enjoy the show, Hawks?”

The name of the number two hero sent a rush of adrenaline through you, making you shoot straight up to look – sure enough, the winged hero sheepishly stood in the doorway, and you couldn’t ignore the tent in his pants as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Did you know he was there?” You questioned Dabi, placing a light smack onto his chest in punishment because you already knew the answer.

“Y’know, seeing as you’re in a bit of a… hurtful situation, I’d be glad to share with you. Help ya out, for the sake of our growing alliance.” Dabi shot Hawks a wicked smirk as he toyed with your tits, and you scowled at him.

“Do I have any say in this?” Of course, Dabi shook his head no in response to you.

“You’ll do as you're told, right?” He teased, nibbling your neck in a warning. While you knew he liked to play games, especially with Hawks, you were in no position to argue with him. You’d been on the receiving end of a temper tantrum once, and only once, but it was enough to know you shouldn’t test him.

“On one condition.” Hawks finally spoke up, breaking the tension between you and Dabi as you both looked over at him, a new confidence seemingly coming over his face. “I do this, you take me to Shigaraki.”

So… you’ve been demoted to a bargaining chip. How lovely.

“Deal.” Your jaw dropped at Dabi’s answer before you felt him lifting your ass from his lap, pulling his cock free from you in the process. Hawks wasted no time stalking over the couch as Dabi practically handed you off to him.

“Wait, wait.” You held your hands up, glancing between the two men both looking at you with lust. “Only if Dabi is still a part of this.”

“Who do you think is gonna fuck your mouth, doll?” Before you could even register what was going on, Dabi forced you onto all fours on the carpet.

While he lightly tapped your wet lips with his tip, Hawks stripped himself of his pants and you sucked in a breath. He was… bigger than you would’ve thought for someone with his ego, assuming his bravado was overcompensating. You peered over your shoulder to watch as Hawks knelt behind you, his hand kneading your ass and practically drooling at the sight of your wet cunt dripping onto the floor.

Hawks would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of this exact sight before. Whenever he’d traipse into your apartment, smell your scent everywhere, even rummage through your underwear drawer and examine some of your more… delicate panties. You had overwhelmed him since the day he first laid eyes on you; sweet, innocent, good enough to take a bite out of.

“Are you gonna hurry up or are you too scared?” Dabi taunted Hawks as he forced your mouth open with his thumb, pressing down on your tongue before pushing his leaking tip past your lips.

“Shut up, it’s been a while.” Hawks bit out, taking his lower lip between his teeth as he teased your hole with the tip of his dick, almost losing himself at the warm slick coating your folds. With the first nudge into your cunt, he shuddered. God, you were fucking tight. So tight and warm and wet that he was cursing himself for feeling all too good too quickly. “Ah fuck, feel s’ good, pretty. Your cunt is already milkin’ me, taking me in like a good girl.”

Dabi moaned as he pushed your head down on his cock, your nose brushing against the trimmed white pubes at the base while his tip hit the back of your throat. You were focused on your breathing, fully attentive to Dabi until Hawks found himself sinking into you with one quick thrust. The feeling of Hawks bottoming out had you moaning around Dabi, the vibrations sending a shiver through him.

“That’s right, doll, take both of us at the same time. You’re so good at getting your holes used.” Dabi groaned out as his fingers knotted into your hair, using the leverage to pull and push your head up and down his aching cock that was practically twitching with every suck of your lips.

Your muffled moans filled the room as Hawks began to brutally plow into you from behind, gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he bullied his dick into you. The hero was already gasping for breath at how good your cunt felt with every thrust – and he was pretty sure you felt good too from the noises he heard you trying to make with a cock stuffed in your mouth. Every time you moaned, or shuddered, his cockiness grew. He’d be the one making you scream his name this time.

“Feel – hah – heavenly wrapped around me. Like this is what y’ were made for.” Hawks pressed a hand to your back and pushed down lightly to increase your arch, hitting your gummy walls with more force now and quickly finding your g spot and abusing it.

With eyes watery and drool seeping from your mouth, you looked up at Dabi and he thought it had to be the sluttiest sight. Your eyelashes wet with tears and face flushed, he wanted to memorize this visual so he could keep it forever. He brought a scarred hand up to your chin, cupping it with a mixture of care and roughness as he grinned down at you.

“Such a good girl, my good girl y’know that?” Dabi murmured to you as your head continued to bob up and down, drool now leaking down to his aching balls before your eyes fluttered shut at a mean thrust from Hawks. “Seems you’re doin’ good, Hawks. Makin’ my girl feel good. Now let’s see if you can make her cum again.”

Hawks had already made it his personal mission, desperately wanting to feel your walls tighten around him, but the challenge from Dabi made him all the more eager to push you over the edge. “Did ya hear that, pretty? ‘m gonna make you cum real good, okay?” Hawks whispered breathily as he began to barely pull out and thrust back in just to focus on your g spot, one of his hands slipping around your waist to deftly find your clit and rub circles around the sensitive nub.

You moaned around Dabi’s cock as you felt your release approaching quickly, your body tensing more with every thrust of Hawk’s cock against your sensitive spot. As you looked up at Dabi, fucked out eyes struggling to focus on his mouth agape in pleasure, you watched as drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth to roll down his abdomen, his face twisted in an expression that you so rarely saw from him.

You were so close, the feeling of being stuffed full from both sides leaving your nerve endings buzzing with pleasure as Dabi fucked your face and Hawks bullied his cock faster into your cunt. The sight of Dabi opening his mouth wide, exhaling your name, snapped the knot that had been tight in your stomach, and soon you were loudly moaning around Dabi’s cock and clenching around Hawks’ dick as your release crashed over you, much harder than the last few today.

Hawks hissed as he felt your walls tighten around him like a vice grip, all but stalling his thrust with how tight you’d gotten as you came around him. It wasn’t long after feeling your orgasm that he had his own ramming into him, causing him to quickly pull out and spray your slick folds with his sticky cum. He watched as his cum dripped down and off your clit, committing the sight to memory.

“Shit, couldn’t even fill ‘er up.” Dabi groaned before he pulled you off his dick, and while you gasped for breath, he wrapped his arms around your legs to spin you, aiming your dripping cunt towards him before he plunged himself deep inside.

“Ah, fuck Dabi!” You yelled out as his tip kissed your cervix, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. You now looked up at Hawks through a tear-glistened gaze and found him nodding at you encouragingly with his brows furrowed and a soft smile on his lips.

“Did s’ good, pretty.” Hawks cooed as his thumb swiped across your lower lip, prodding the digit past your teeth before you wrapped your mouth around it and sucked. “Gonna take his cum, hm? Gonna let him fill you up?” You whined as you nodded, and Hawks smiled before placing a kiss on your lips as his free hand pulled your head in to nuzzle your hair. He felt like a maniac when he took a deep inhale of your shampoo, but to his heart’s dismay, it was overcome by a smokey scent, no doubt from the stitched man himself.

“Fuck, take all my cum, doll. Be a good girl and milk it out of me.” Dabi’s moans grew louder, his thrust sloppier as he bottomed out before his cum started to shoot from his tip, painting your cervix white. You groaned at the feeling of his cock twitching and sputtering inside of you, feeling so warm and full of his cum that you could melt into a puddle.

As Dabi stilled inside of you, coming down from his orgasm, Hawks used his tongue to explore your mouth. Your soft, plump lips were addicting, and after watching you for so long he had begun to wonder if he’d ever feel them. Now that he knew, he didn’t want to stop. After this, he’d keep tailing you, day after day just to get a glimpse of your pretty face. Maybe he’d start going late at night and praying you would leave your patio door unlocked.

He wanted to be with you, hopefully fuck you get to know you, without Dabi around.

“That’s my pretty girlfriend.” Dabi cooed as he pulled you up into an embrace, warm arms wrapped out your weak body. As Hawks heard the label, his heart sank – how was someone like you with someone like him? Surely, he was the better option.

No, now was not the time to get sensitive. He’d enjoyed himself, more than enjoyed, but Dabi’s offer now came crawling back into his mind. “Alright, we had a deal.” Hawks’ usual demeanor he reserved for the villain came smoothing back over his features. “You said you’d take me to see Shigaraki.”

Dabi rolled his eyes as he pulled out of you with a wet squelch, and you shuddered at the loss of him inside you. “Way to kill the mood, hero.” He snarked before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to the couch, gently setting you down before covering your still-naked body with a blanket. “Don’t lie and tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

Hawks glanced over to find you looking at him, pupils still blown out and panting breaths escaping between your lips. God, he wanted to take you away from here. Claim you as his own – but he had to focus on his objective.

“Sure, any man enjoys a wet cunt to stick their cock into.” Hawks’ response came out more tense than he meant it to, and Dabi’s eyebrow perked at the obvious lie.

“Whatever.” Dabi waved him off, and you huffed in response before rolling over to turn your back to the both of them. “As long as she still prefers me, that’s all I care about. She is mine after all.”

Dabi had never once called you his, let alone put the label of girlfriend on whatever the two of you had going on. You were almost sure he was only saying these things to get a rise out of Hawks, using you as leverage. But you had a little secret hope that he was being honest. Otherwise, you’d gone and fucked the big bad villain for nothing.

And yet, even after Hawks had left (heart aching more than it should), Dabi still pulled you into him. He still kissed the top of your head, still whispered praises that he’d deny in front of anyone else, and still… called you his.

He’d never tell you out loud, God forbid he’d go completely soft, but when he first met you… he was awestruck. Dabi thought that you were too beautiful for this cruel world, too innocent like a delicate flower, and yet you stuck around. You were like a salve to his burns, cooling down the anger inside of him until he became a puddle in your arms.

He’d never say it out loud; but he was in love with you.

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Jaguar the defender

After some time, I return to you with more Prosperine propaganda! Buckle up, because I want to talk about the Council of Nikaea. I will leave the whole debate whether Magnus truly did nothing wrong or not to those more knowledgeable than myself. I am here to share my thoughts on the regular Astartes of the Fifteenth.

I have a feeling that a lot of people who ask seemingly banal questions, like ‘why did the Thousand Sons could not simply listen to the Emperor’s edict? Blah, blah, gingers are soulless anyhow-‘ do not consider the matter from the perspective of the Legion itself. To see the whole picture, I think we should consider the history of not only the Thousand Sons as the Astartes, but sons of Prospero itself.

Prospero was very far from Terra, and thus the Legion was quite isolated. Her cities were created by mutants and psykers that fled the other parts of Imperium in search of a save haven. When they could not find it- they made their own. Because of that most of the planet’s population was made out of psykers, and often they played the most important roles in the society as a whole. Their whole culture was built on collecting knowledge and understanding the Warp, that made their survival possible (referring to psychneuein).

Now, imagine a regular Thousand Son, born and raised in Tizca, in a bright, beautiful and vibrant world where he can study and master his craft. Hearing of the past that plagued the Legion, the flesh-change, and how it almost became their demise, when other Primarchs expressed their desire to simply wipe the whole Legion from existence and all records. But the past is in the past, right? Well… no. Not really. To the last campaigns of the Great Crusade, the Legion was treated with a mixture of uncertainty, fear and disgust in different ratios. Many became frustrated, having given up on ever receiving proper recognition, some, Ahriman for example, still had hope that one day something will change, all shall see the truth about the Thousand Sons. None ever truly did. Because then, the Council of Nikaea happened! The one and only Othere Wyrdmake that have befriended Ahriman came to testify against the sons of Magnus. And the Emperor’s Edict.

I cannot possibly express how much of the Legion’s very structure was strictly connected and based on the Warp usage. It had a specific construction, named by Magnus pesedjet, meaning nine. Not ten companies, but nine fellowships. Five cults that specifically taught and expanded specific talents, usage of deamon familiars, etc, etc. Enough to say that most of the more important Captains of the Legion forgot how to manually clean their own bolsters. Unwise? Perhaps. But that was the reality.

They have fought for the Thousand Sons’ good name for so very long, keeping to their tradition and culture, only for all of that to be taken away by a single edict? People do not work like that. If for their whole lives being a psyker was a significant part of their identity, in a world that wished to take that away from them, they shall cling to it even more! Especially given no explanation. Perhaps thinking it to be another blow to their already rather poor reputation. Imagine the anger, the sense of injustice! The one who has created them as they are telling them to forget who they are. The anger of the Wolves’ first betrayal, when the two Legions just recently made war, hand in hand. That is a lot of anger! Especially for emotional people, and, be frank here, most of them are, at least to a degree.

Thank you if you read all the way through, may the sun watch above you all.

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Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: I hope my lovely Greenies had a good Thanksgiving! I didn't write as much as I wanted to over the break but I still managed to get this chapter written! Enjoy!

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Warnings: a little bit of explicit language, pabo behavior

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Chapter 13

It had been a week. Seven days since Reed said he would take you back to Greenridge. Everytime you brought it up, he gave an excuse. He had work, his drivers were resting, he was waiting on visitors, blah blah. Last night, he left for a business meeting at HA headquarters without a word.

Now you were bored out of your mind, wandering his mansion in the late afternoon. You figured you would be nosy since he left you here. You looked in all the bedrooms, realizing he gave you the nicest one out of all the guest rooms. That’s something…you suppose. You turn the corner out of the living room, nearly bumping into one of his men.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

He looked strangely familiar.

“Do I know you?” you asked.

“Uh…no.” he said, hurrying off.

Weird.

You proceeded down the hall, opening doors and finding a closet, or a room with priceless artifacts. Some sculptures, vases, and paintings cluttered the room. You moved on, finding a door with a staircase leading down.

Nothing good ever comes from a basement. You thought.

You found yourself walking down the stairs regardless, a few lanterns on the wall illuminating the dark space. You get to the bottom, no rank smells in the air like the basement you lived in. As you continue on, it’s dark. You feel along the wall and find a lightswitch.

Light flicks on, illuminating the space. You see a kitchenette, a stack of dog bowls, and another door beyond. You open the door slowly, afraid of what’s on the other side. You hear noises as you step in, but from what?

It smells like…like outside or something. Dirt maybe? You proceed farther in the room, noticing glass doors on one side.They looked like cells, just extremely nicer than Lewis’s setup. As you approached, you noticed a shadowed figure inside. You step closer, squinting your eyes.

The figure moves suddenly, banging two paws on the glass and growling. You fall back, screaming and shielding yourself before you realize whatever it was didn’t break free. As you turn back, you realize it was a wolf - a huge wolf. There were several down this hall, a dozen beady eyes looking at you through the glass. You scramble to your feet and hurry out of the room. You get back to the kitchen, only to run into the guy you saw a few minutes ago.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” You pant. “W-why are there wolves?”

“They are Reed’s night patrol.”

“Night patrol?”

“He lets them out at night and they keep watch of his territory, ensuring no trespassers.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. He finds them more loyal apparently, but I think it’s stupid.” he chuckles.

“You sure we haven’t met before?” you ask once more. There was something about his smile that struck you.

He sighed. “We have.”

“Was it at Lewis’s house?”

“No. Um….it’s me…Hudson.”

You stared in shock.

“Surprise?” he offered with a shrug and smile.

“But…how? How are you here?”

“He found me after mom and dad died and took me in.”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“I was supposed to leave you alone.”

“Why?”

“He just told me not to interact with you. He wouldn’t give details.”

“But…I’m here all alone…without my pack. Why wouldn’t he want me to know I have more family here?”

“I gotta go. And you should go upstairs to have dinner. I’ve seen you skipping meals.”

You look down. “I’m not hungry.”

“Lies. Go eat, y/n.”

Before you can protest or ask another question, he’s off, back upstairs and out of sight. You sigh, heading upstairs too. You didn’t eat, but you did stay in your room and watch tv to pass the time. Oh how you ached for your pack.

“Ugh, something scared her.” Minho grumbles. “I swear if that prick is torturing her…”

“Wouldn’t you feel the pain too?” Changbin asked.

“I guess. Ugh….I don’t know if it’s good or bad to have this connection to her when she’s not within reach.” Minho groans, running a finger through his hair.

“I would say good. You can keep an eye on her.” Hyunjin spoke, not looking up from his sketching.

“I guess. Ji, you find the address yet?” Minho asks, coming over to Han on his laptop.

“I’m almost in. Just another second….done. Let me just locate the files.” Jisung typed frantically on the keyboard.

Within a few minutes, he’d hacked into the HA database and was looking into the Blackmane pack for an address.

“Here we are. Blackmane Pack. Run by an alpha named Reed Kang.” Jisung stated. “Located on 53790 Woodmill Rd.”

“How far are we from that?” Jeongin asks.

“Uh, it looks like…an hour.”

“Great. Let’s move.” Minho says, rising from the motel bed.

The Greenridge pack, accompanied by the Enha pack, drove to the Blackmane Manor. The sun was setting and soon everything was covered by darkness. The roads were scarcely lit, and the houses were very spaced apart. But in less than an hour, they arrived and buzzed the intercom at the front gate.

“What’s your purpose for this visit?” a man’s voice said on the intercom.

“I’m here to see Mr. Kang. It’s an urgent matter.” Minho spoke, eyeing the gate and what he could see of the front lawn.

“Mr. Kang is not present. Please come back tomorrow.”

“Is there no alpha or beta I could speak with in his place?”

“No. Come back tomorrow.”

Minho groans. He looks at the house, knowing you are here. They back up, driving down the road before parking. He groups up with Enha, suggesting they hop the fence and save you.

“We don’t know how many are guarding the place. If he really isn’t here, he could have left her heavily guarded.” Jungwon’s beta, Jake, said.

“I’m counting on the fact that he would think we know nothing of this place. Or would have taken longer to find it. Let’s go.” Minho explained.

“Min, can’t we think this over?” Changbin suggests.

“She’s in there. It’s like I can feel how close she is.” Minho stares at Changbin.

Changbin backs down, following his alpha.

They head down the street, finding a good spot to breach. Quickly, they scaled the brick wall and began running through the yard. They made it halfway to the house when a howl rang out into the night.

“Guys…that sounded close.” Felix noted, looking around.

“Oh, shit. Over there. Run!” Sunoo yelled.

They all looked in the direction he pointed, seeing three large figures headed their way. They took off, running quickly back to the wall.

“Spread out, they can’t chase us all.” Heeseung yelled.

In efforts of getting to the wall, they all spaced out, making the wolves distance themselves and lock in on a target. Niki and Heeseung reached first, leaping and climbing over. Hyunjin and Sunoo were next, followed by Jake, Jeongin and Felix. Changbin helped the rest scale the wall, as the wolves closed in.

“Hurry!” Felix and Sunoo yelled from the other side.

Changbin grabbed onto a vine, pulling himself up. One of the wolves lunged out, grabbing him by the pants leg - their teeth slightly nipping the skin. Changbin tried to pull up, the wolf trying to pull him down. His other leg kicked frantically, fighting off the two other wolves. He managed to kick one in the face before landing a blow to the wolf who had him by the pants.

He heaved himself up and over the wall, falling to the ground in a huff. He sat there a second, catching his breath. Felix was quick to look him over as the others bent down.

“You okay?”

“You good?”

“The teeth marks are shallow. Should heal quickly.” Felix informed.

“I’m alright.” Changbin reached his hands out.

Minho and Jungwon pulled him up to his feet and they all headed back to their cars. Changbin had a slight limp but managed to get there on his own. Minho was cursing himself for not being able to get to you.

“What if we deflect? Cause commotion that draws the wolves attention away, while the rest of us sneak up to the house…” Seungmin suggests.

“We don’t know how many wolves there are. If we don’t get them all in one location, we won’t make it in.” Sunghoon said, leaning against the car.

“How do we figure out how many there are?” Jay asked.

“We could always go back in, run around the yard and hope we can outrun them.” Jisung suggested, earning a glare from several of them. “Or not…”

Meanwhile, you were currently hiding in an alley, checking around the corner before proceeding down the sidewalk. You had managed to sneak out the house before nightfall, claiming you wanted some fresh air. Once you learned about the wolves, you decided you had to make your attempt before nightfall, instead of after. And with Reed not home, you figured today was the day. So you asked to get some fresh air, laying in the grass for a bit, and idling walking around before they finally were distracted enough for you to slip away. The guards were on their phones, not realizing what you were up to. Before they knew it, you were off the property and heading into the local town.

So far, the streets were quite desolate, a few cars driving by here and there. Each one made you tense as you worried it was Reed or his men, hiding into an alley or shadow every time. You also jumped at the howl of wolves heard in the distance. They must be the ones Reed kept at his disposal.

As you walked, you kept your hands tucked under your arms. It was chilly and you regretted not wearing a jacket before running off. It probably would have made it obvious since it was warm before the sun set but you could have made an excuse.

Turning down a street, you hoped to come across someone, anyone, who could take you home. Or maybe you could at least find a place to stay for the night so you wouldn’t be out in the cool autumn air. You followed the sounds of people and came across a pub. There were loads of people inside, loud and boisterous as they laughed and drank. At least they would probably be too drunk to notice you (or remember seeing you). You head inside, thankful for the warmth and keep your head low. You notice a fireplace off in the back and make your way over there. It was warm and cozy so you settled in at the table next to it.

“Hi, what can I getcha?” a young woman asked, startling you.

“Just water…wait, is water free?” you ask.

The girl chuckled. “Yeah, it’s free.”

She walked off towards the bar and you focused back on the fire. Within a few minutes, she returned with two drinks.

“This one is on the house. It’s alcohol free.” She smiled, hurrying off to the next table.

You smiled, looking at the beverage. It looked like lemonade, so you took a sip. It wasn’t lemonade, but it was good. You sipped it while warming up by the fire. You looked around at all the people, trying to find someone who could possibly help you. Most of the people in here were big, burly men that were intimidating. They smelled like alphas, at least from what you could differentiate, and that worried you. Were they like Lewis? Or would they be nice and helpful like Chan?

You finished your drink, now drinking the water as you scoot closer down the bench to the fire.

“Would you like a refill?” the girl asked.

“No. Water is fine.” you force a smile.

“What’s an omega like you doing here all alone?” she asked, whispering as she leaned over the table.

Your eyes widened.

“I can smell you. And I’m sure I’m not the only one.” she looked over her shoulder briefly. “Be careful, they get handsy when they are drunk. It’s not safe for a little omega like you around here.”

You caught her scent - beta.

“Is there somewhere I should go?” you asked.

“There you are!” A guy’s voice interrupted.

“Hudson?” your brows furrowed. “How did you find me?”

The girl walked away, but, unbeknownst to you, she kept an eye on you. She could smell a damsel in distress a mile away.

“I figured since you escaped, you came here. A town with people who could possibly bring you home.” He shrugged, sitting next to you. “Was I right?”

You shifted in your seat.

“You need to come back,” he whispered.

“No.”

“Y/n…if Reed finds out you got away, he will come for you.”

“He can try. I need to get back to my pack.”

“Y/n…”

“He doesn’t own me. I spent thirteen years of my life being trapped. I’m not going back to that.”

“He said he would take you back. Just give him time.”

“Give him time for more excuses? No. He’s your alpha, not mine.” You move to get up, but he grabs your wrist.

“Please. I just got you back…” he pleaded.

His voice was sincere, the pain evident in his tone. You had missed him dearly and were happy to have him back in your life. But it wasn’t enough to stay. You couldn’t live with Reed’s pack. You wanted to live at Greenridge - it’s where you belong.

“Come with me.” you say.

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. I’m sure Chan would let you.”

“I already pledged myself to Reed. I…I can’t…” he looks down sadly.

“I’ll miss you once more.” you say, pulling your wrist from his grip and walking towards the exit.

You nearly get to the door when someone’s arms pull you back, spinning you around.

“Hudson, let-” You started to protest.

“Go out the back. Reed’s men are searching the streets.” Hudson says, nodding his head to the back door.

“Thank you.” you say, embracing him in a hug.

He hugs you back tightly. You pull apart, heading to the back while he leaves through the front.

Out back, you hurry down the alley, peaking around the corner to see Hudson pointing them in the direction opposite of you. They hurry off and you slip down the street in the cover of darkness. It felt even colder now but you pushed on, up the curved hillside.

The street eventually leveled out, only illuminated by the street lamps as you walked. You hugged yourself, pushing through the cold air that bit at your skin. You didn’t know how long you had been walking but your feet were beginning to hurt.

You hadn’t trained with Changbin for long and you were regretting complaining every time. You would sweet talk your way out of it half the days he trained everyone. If you had let him train you, maybe you wouldn’t be struggling so much.

You heard the wolves howling once more, breaking up the silence of the deserted road. Up ahead was an intersection. You noticed a few cars driving through, their headlights briefly illuminating the street ahead. You kept walking, hoping to put as much distance between you and Reed’s men as you could.

You got to the corner, stopping by the edge of the building. Each direction had an incoming car so you waited for them to pass before crossing the street. You looked ahead, squinting from the bright headlights shining in your direction. The car crossed through the intersection and you stepped to the curb, seeing the car going the opposite direction also pass.

Suddenly, the color red illuminates the road, tires squealing. You freeze, noticing the second car stopped in the middle of the road. It looked like the suv Reed’s men drove as it began to back up. You panic.

Shit… they found me, you thought.

Looking to the right, you see the sidewalk is clear, an alley not too far up. You take off running, hoping to turn the corner before they see you. You hear tires squealing again, a roar of the engine following. They were speeding up to catch up to you. You pushed your legs faster, fear fueling you. You approach the alley, cutting the corner and running down the dark path. You see a dumpster and quickly duck behind it.

The headlights illuminate the alley and you curse yourself for not being faster. They must have seen you turn down the alley. You wait for them to pass ready to bolt as soon as they do. The car cautiously drives down the alley, slowly passing the dumpster. Taking a few breaths to brace yourself, you pop out from behind and hurry back up the alley towards the street. You’re nearly at the street when a voice calls out.

“Y/N!”

You freeze.

Slowly, you turn around, seeing two figures walking towards you. It couldn’t be…

“Y/n?” one questioned as you squinted.

“Changbin? Jisung?” you whispered.

As they approached, the street lamps illuminated their faces. You rushed over to them, swinging an arm around each of their necks and pulling them into a hug. They hugged you back tightly and you felt the tears filling your eyes.

“Oh my god you don’t know how relieved we are to see you.” Jisung said, pulling you into his own hug.

“We’ve been looking all over for you. We were about to sneak onto the Blackmane property to rescue you.” Changbin said.

Felix came rushing over, followed by the others. He took you by surprise, lifting you off the ground. You giggle and he puts you down with a pout. “You’ve lost weight.”

You blush, looking to the ground as he looks you over for any physical evidence of abuse on your body.

“I’m fine, Lixie.” you say.

Hyunjin stands next to Felix, smiling at you. You smile back and he scoops you up, spinning you around. As soon as he puts you down, Seungmin is pulling him off you so he can squeeze you into a hug as well. You look over and see Jeongin smiling at you. You open your arms towards him and he comes over, arms going under yours and lifting you off the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck, relaxing into him. Never did you think you would be so comfortable with an alpha.

Their scents each engulfed you, relaxing you immediately. You were elated, comforted by their presence and grateful to finally be reunited. It had been a long, lonely week without them and you were happy you wouldn’t have to keep running.

Changbin and Jisung are boasting about how they finally have you back, Felix mumbling about how you look like you’ve lost weight. But you weren’t paying them attention, instead walking away from them to approach Minho who was leaning against the trunk observing the whole reunion.

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tight. Everyone stopped talking of course, watching for his reaction. He had been so cold before you left, beating himself up about hurting you. But right now, you didn’t care. He could give you the cold shoulder tomorrow, but right now you wanted the comfort of your alpha.

As you press your cheek to his chest, holding onto him as if this was all a dream and he would disappear, he couldn’t help but smile. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he inhaled your scent. His eyes closed as he breathed you in. God he had missed you.

You could feel the bond strengthening, your mark tingling as you both held onto each other.

“Wait, where’s Chan?” you asked.

“Um…he’s fine. He’s safe. He’s just um…” Minho tried to find the words.

“Is he still at the Hybrid Association? But Hyunjin and Jisung are here?”

“How did you know we were there?” Hyunjin questions.

“Reed told me. Then he took me there but he hurried me out as soon as I gave my statement of what happened with Lewis.”

“You were there?! At headquarters?!” Jisung exclaims.

“Yes.”

“That son of a bitch.” Changbin growled.

“What happened to Chan?”

“It’s complicated…” Minho starts. “He’s being detained.” “For what?!” “Murder.”

“What? He didn’t kill Lewis. Reed did.”

“He killed Hayes and Milo…”

“Th-they’re dead?”

“Reed didn’t tell you?” Felix asked.

“Not that part…” you shook your head.

“They wouldn’t let us see him.”

“Why not?”

“It’s the law to not murder a fellow hybrid.” Minho explained. “Plus his past…it complicates things.”

“His past?”

“I’ll explain it later.”

“But-”

Headlights turning into the alley interrupted the conversation. You tensed, noticing the other car.

“It’s alright.” Minho spoke. “It’s one of our allied packs.”

You looked up at him and he smiled at you. His expression was soft as he looked at you, making you blush.

“How’d you find her?” one of the men from the new car asked as he got out.

“She was wandering the streets. We got lucky.” Jisung said.

“Y/n, this is Alpha Jungwon. He’s been helping us.”

“Nice to meet you.” you say, one arm still wrapped around Minho’s waist.

“You too. Glad to see you're safe and unharmed. We were all worried.” Jungwon said with a smile.

“We should probably get out of here.” Changbin noted. “They are probably looking for you.”

You nod.

The eight of you piled into one car, the other pack in the other car. Minho led them back onto the main road, and they got on the freeway, attempting to get far from town before they stopped for the night.

You were sandwiched between Jisung and Seungmin, having fallen asleep on Jisung’s lap during the drive. You hadn’t slept well since being away from home and it was already late at night. Jisung rubbed your head soothingly as you laid in his lap. Felix eyed you from Seungmin’s other side, making sure you were truly okay. Hyunjin and Jeongin were in the way back of the suv nearly falling asleep as well.

Nearly two hours later, Minho decided to stop for the night. They needed to rest up and get some food, so he found a motel to stop at. As everyone shifted to get out of the car, you groaned at being woken up.

“Sorry, y/n. But we are going inside, c’mon.” Jisung said.

You sat up, looking around. You get out, following them up to the rooms. Minho and Jisung decided to share the room with the king bed. The rest of the boys are with you in the other room with two double beds. Jungwon got his pack a couple rooms too and they split up, saying goodnight.

You got into the room, it smelling stuffy and old.

“We will be back home soon. It’s just for the night.” Seungmin placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a smile.

You went to the bathroom, wanting to shower but too tired to do so. Plus you didn’t have a change of clothes. So you just wash your hands and go back into the room.

Changbin pulls you to the bed near the window, insisting you share with him. Jeongin joins in, leaving Felix, Hyunjin, and Seungmin to the other bed closer to the door. Laying between the two of them made you feel so safe and warm, lulling you to sleep rather quickly. The two of them stared at you in awe before they too fell asleep.

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aroacesofspades · 1 month ago

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alright gang time for bsd 123 !!

as always idk Anything as I liveblog so strap in dawg

manga spoilers beneath the cut

no author's comment okay asagiri i see how it is🤭

my boy is going thru approximately 2493098 emotions and all in all he is handling them pretty well👍

oh???? OH??!?!?? IS THIS WHAT YALL HAVE BEEN SCREAMING OVER OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY BOY MY LOVELY BOYYY ARGHHHH

how does it feel to be transformed so spectacularly that ur entire self, ur entire way of living changes into something you haven't experienced in years. i've ascended oh my LORDDDD.

theres MORE???????

EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP NOTHING ELSE MATTERS NOW. BSD HAS PEAKED THANK U. i can't believe this arghrhhgh sskk montage in the big 25?? i'm ECSTATIC

no fr sskk shippers and aku lovers r being FED for the past 6 months and yet for the first time i am genuinely giddy rn😭

guys the shard of connection between dazai, atsushi and akutagawa is eating away at me, NEEDS to be examined.

can i just say. his relationship with dazai, where he had idolized him and festered something completely dependant on dazai's response to him.

vs. (or really it never clashes, more like, through his recognition of a world larger than dazai, he loses more and more of his hold on akutagawa)

aku's relationship with atsushi, where he rages at dazai's remarks about him and yet continues to seep in the light he (atsushi) brings IN RESPONSE TO DAZAI

like. akutagawa, who has come to understand strength as something earnt, where strength = purpose. as we are shown with his entire 'mad dog' persona, which, ultimately becomes his way of living. then atsushi comes along, blah blah blah, we've heard this beforee, challenging his position means challenging his purpose, his life. but through a disturbance of the curtains, there is a sliver of light. likeeeeeee. FUCK. my point being, the shell is cracking, and akutagawa's first death (hurry up and go, you fool; like shut up?? /j) is the catalyst where the shell splits open.

yes, now. take this and put it thru half a dozen regenerations which PHYSICALLY (and mentally) shake up his being. he is left with a sponge of a mind which takes in Everything he has known but shunned. yet it's akutagawa so of course the screaming elephant in the back of his mind is the fact that he is no longer looking for dazai in everything he does. and without his other pains, the failure to please dazai... his deteriorating lungs.... his anger as a coping mechanism, through clear eyes (literally) he can see himself in the light (with atsushi). id like to this is literally IS him thinking for himself for once. instead of doing something for the sake of the mafia/dazai or in the process of justifying his worldview.

this, my friends, is MY catalyst and i am abt to go batshit insane because of an anime twink🙏

it is just so interesting to me how bsd makes a trend of another charact acting as a symbol of enlightenment (or general character progression) within the confines of someone's mind (form few recent chapters: the director/dazai for atsushi, atsushi for aku, etc)

oh.

It is SO FUNNY to me that i spent a good 20 minutes ranting about the panel above only to be HIT by this like. inside me r two wolves. one calls him gay, the other also says this is gay but also him stripping himself of his attachment to dazai and that makes my head spin👍

NEW CHARACTER‼️i can't Wait to see what he will bring hehee

(side note: he is fine as fuck yall weren't lying and for that alone i feel betrayed😞)

now i need to read up on ueda akinari👀

#perhapssss mayhap.....if i have time...... analysis coming 👉👈#bsd 123 #so. moral of this chapter is to be gay and be hot #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs 123 #bsd chapter 123 #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #ueda akinari #ueda bsd #bsd

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wolfpawzjakey · 1 year ago

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Jason biting Percy and simultaneously showing possessiveness and tenderness.

what do you think? I really like your thoughts :)

in my opinion this is a really tasty concept, - Jason wolf possessive, but he is gentle and affectionate.

AAAA I love wolfy behavior Jason. Him nipping at Percy at first results in a not so friendly response because, Jason has always been used to nipping his wolf companions and he was used to nipping a little too hard for human standards plus like Percy swore they were just having a great guy and honestly whenever he gets bitten it’s always during a fight. So he’s just like “what the fuck dude?” and Jason is just like “oh fuck that’s right, people don’t usually do that” and he gets all flustered being like “it’s something I did while I was being raised by the wolves, it was a sign that we cared for each other, blah blah blah” and Percy was like “oh.” (also a bit flustered now” and he just is like “just,,, be gentler next time yeah?” And Jason is just so bright after. And there are next times, idk if this idea you have is like pre or current relationship between them so I’ll indulge both sides.

Pre relationship, the two are their usual goofy selves and they’re like “haha, yup just two guys who are buddy’s and one of them casually and gently bites and rubs cheeks with the other who just takes it and no, of course Percy isn’t blushing what’s there to blush for, just a little nonverbal bro communication”. And they linger in this routine for a while, but like, despite being two of the most accredited fighters in their lives, who have done some of the most dangerous and ballsy things, they’re too damn oblivious of each others feelings because they’re too busy focused on how entirely unlikely that it would be for the other to feel the same as them. (Like, once again, pointing to canon, how long did it take for Perce and Beth to get together???) Anyway, one day, on a decently relaxed and not super event filled day, which kinda is rare for the two, they’re just existing in each others space, idk maybe in a cabin or somewhere less involved with other campers, Jason just leans into Percy and bumps his nose into Percy’s cheek, leaving a few soft bites on his jaw or cheeks before rubbing their cheeks together and just resting there and Percy explodes like “dude, I don’t think we can keep doing this” and Jason is kinda startled because it’s been a thing for them for like months and now they might have to stop? Did Percy start to get weirded out? Did he do it too often? And Percy’s just like “dude, don’t think too much but I just can’t keep doing this if you don’t feel the same way I do.” And Jason is like “the… way you do??” And Percy just exhaustedly explains and confesses and Jason is just like red as fuck and like “you’ve got feelings for me too?” And Percy just goes “TOO?”

So safe to say they begin to date and everyone’s reaction is relief, like “IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!”

Percy and Jason in current relationship standings with this wolfy like behavior are just disgustingly affectionate. They’re pretty chill most of the time, but what used to be like momentary bursts of this hyper-affectionate thing they used to do is now more, Jason’s nuzzling and little nips to the face area now turn into mega pda moments that have their friend fake gagging, other campers are not excluded. Aphrodite cabin are their fan club tho.

You mentioned Jason doing this not only in an affectionate and tender way, but also protective. So obviously, Jason has a streak of jealousy. Nothing weird and overbearing just possessive sometimes, like, this guys mine, don’t touch don’t get too close in that way. And he successfully keeps people from romantically approaching Percy. I like to think all the campers after apprehensive of others too, so when they meet new people, Jason gets into this protective mood too, surrounding Percy as much as possible and trying to be the big scary guy he is, when people think they could romance Percy, he gets a bit bitey too and wards them off. Percy could definitely get them to back off himself, but he’s well content with being protected for once, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be, it’s just sweet to him.

Maybe the younger campers have a joke about Jason being the big bad wolf around Percy with strangers or potential romancers, because he’s huge ofc, and they know he’s scary, but when it’s just the two of them or their friend group, he’s the hugest puppy for Percy.

Not to mention, Percy defo has a thing for the wolfy tendencies his boyfriend has too, especially when Jason gets protective and possessive.

Big protective guard dog to someone who doesn’t need protection but takes it anyway is such a sweet thing to me. Like, take this! Devotion to the extreme!!

Anyway, I rambled here, but I hope it was a fun ramble. Love me some wolf behavior Jason, like extremely love it. Need more Jason being very wolfy tho, not just like the surface level stuff, but also the more animalistic stuff, especially in battle. Such a thing I love.

Thank you for this ask :3

#jercy #percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #hoo #toa #pawz replies #asks #jason x percy #Jason’s wolf family #wolf behaviors

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krethes · 5 days ago

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I would love to hear about druid??? 💚💚💚

Ooo yes! So this is actually a Drarry WIP that I started on a whim around the same time I was writing Here to Mars. I fucking love building detailed, atmospheric AUs with fun magic systems with elements borrowed from all different sources, and Druid came to life. It's got druid Harry, who is the son of a healer woman (Lily) and the god Cernunnos (James). He protects a forest, and meets newly-turned werewolf Draco, who is on the run from his kingdom. I'll put a big chunk here and then also some "planning" blurbs because they made me laugh when I opened the doc again. :)

Planning Blurbs

blah bla blah, healing montage, feelings develop yes we love this

training montage? Meditation? Being one with nature that leads to harry kissing hims

and we know what kissing leads to

Snippet

It starts with a warning.

The air feels tight, like the moment before lightning breaks the sky and rain thunders down, but there is no storm brewing tonight. The sky is clear, and the full moon sheds her light down upon the treetops, unobscured. But the tension is there, and the animals are on edge.

He listens, suppressing the beating of his heart and stilling his breath to better hear. It's an assault of noise, the panicked shrieking of the small ones: the mice, the moles, the voles, and the fearful chattering of the crows and owls. The deer bark and crash through the brush, thinking only run, run, run! It's not their normal predators that hunt them tonight, no, the fear is too poignant, too sticky-tacky-cloying, threatening to overwhelm him.

The tendrils of the ivy that serves as his front door reach out to him, shaking, conveying what the forest knows: something new is here. Something big. Something dangerous.

The wood beneath his feet rolls, sending with it a wave of nausea that makes him double over. Righting himself with a pulse of peace, peace, peace, the floor stops moving and the wood is immobile once again. He grabs his bow and slings a quiver over his shoulder, secures the knives in his belt, and runs through the parting ivy. His bare feet let him feel the forest, and the trees point him in the right direction.

He smells it before he sees it (his eyes, in fact, are practically useless compared to his other senses, and that's not even counting the one blinded by the lightning bolt scar): blood, and lots of it. He hears the snarling of a creature and then the excited, spirited warning barks and growls of the wolves, the sharp snapping of jaws closing on empty air. The foliage underfoot thrums, lending him the strength and energy of the plant life, and his fingers buzz with power.

The wolves aren't scared, he realizes as he finally reaches them. They've circled around an enormous, pale wolf covered in deep slashes and dotted with arrows. The beast snaps at them at random, but it's disoriented, and lacking in control, so the attacks go wide and miss entirely. Upon seeing him, two of the pack make a gap, and the druid walks through.

He isn't afraid, either. He ought to be, probably, since he is half human, but he likes to think that half is just for a sense of morality, nothing more. He's survived the touch of Taranis, after all; he has nothing to fear from a werewolf. Harry reaches out his hand to the panic of the werewolf. It tries to scrabble away, showing its long, starkly-white fangs, grey eyes wide and its pupils narrowed to mere pinpoints. The wolves keep it from escaping, and Harry pushes the magic leant to him by the forest out in a wave of: safe, calm, sleep, and rests his hand upon the werewolf's brow.

The snarls soften to growls, then grumpy, sleepy grumbles, a low rumble in the chest, and with a long, whining exhale, the werewolf slumps to the ground, fast asleep. All at once, the cacophony of sound, the wail of distress from the forest, goes silent. Order is restored.

"Thank you," Harry tells the wolves, who take the opportunity to get close and really sniff this giant version of them. They're wary still, flinching and jumping away at the slightest shift, but Harry knows it's out cold and won't be waking up tonight. With luck, it'll sleep through the moon and wake up with its wits about it.

It’s no easy feat to carry the werewolf’s unconscious body to his cottage, but the rocks roll away from his path and the gnarled roots of the trees recoil politely. A curious badger or two come out to investigate, take a cursory sniff, and scamper off, leaving an ounce of energy in their wake. It’s enough to help Harry, and he gets the creature into his single-room home where he can better examine him.

He’s not the healer his mother was, but Harry is a deft hand with poultices. He cleans what blood he can from the beast’s fur, which is silvery white now, instead of the fair tawny Harry initially thought. He cleanses each deep gash with water and layers a pungent, green paste made of different herbs from his forest atop each one. The arrows are tricky, but the werewolf is lucky: they’re not silver. Harry is not so fortunate, as the iron arrowheads sizzle against his fingertips, forcing him to take frequent breaks as he carefully prises them from the creature’s flank.

It’s a tedious process, and it leaves Harry shaking and weak in the aftermath, but he knows it had to be done. If allowed to transform back into its human shape in the state he’d found it in, there’s no way it would survive. Werewolf pelts resist magic beautifully and keep most weapons from causing mortal blows, but all of those strikes and impacts and the wounds they do obtain transfer over to their human selves, and humans are so very delicate.

Satisfied that it should make it through the night, he stokes the flame in his hearth to keep the temperature warm, and lays back down on his bed. If he’s to have any luck calming the monster-turned-human tomorrow, he’ll need his rest.

He wakes to a crash, a thud, a retching sound, and colorful swears.

Harry opens his good eye and sighs at the sight of a man covered in dried, flaky poultice, on the ground. He ought to have tied him down, but he didn’t have enough rope to manage the beast’s breadth. His subdual powers have a tendency to leave the target weak-limbed and groggy when they come back around…

“Where am I?”

Harry hasn’t spoken in actual Gaelic in years. Humans used to poke through his forest looking for deer, but once Harry became its guardian, they’ve kept a wide breadth. Rumors of a nature spirit flit around the settlements, he knows, but he’s no spirit or specter; he’s just Harry. A druid. Maybe a son of Cernunnos, maybe a son of a traveling merchant with antlers on his head… His mother was insistent, but it just all seems unlikely. His magic comes from what the forest lends him, surely, and nothing of his own.

“My home,” Harry answers, the words sounding clumsy and foreign in his mouth.

The man whips his head around so fast, he sways and has to brace himself on Harry’s table to keep from falling over again. His eyes are the wild, panicked ones of last night, and Harry is surprised to see they are still silver.

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #au #wip #snippets #asks for krethes

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