#sorry mate I love you but I can never think of good present ideas

[tteokdoroki]

i like to think that hybrid katsuki fucks like he's trying to repopulate earth, my man doesn't stop until ure trembling 😔

but when it's over he's so sweet and so good but then suddenly he just puts his whole weight in u and falls asleep accidentally lol, during rut he's like cuddles☺️ -> HORNY -> nap.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, hybrids, knotting, rut cycles, biting/marking, breeding, overstimulation, creampies, oral sex, cum eating, unprotected sex, dog hybrid!bakugou, gn!reader - sorry this took so long !!

oh my god, my love i cannot handle this 😞

like when i think of hybrid bakugou he’s probably either a wolf or one of those huge dog breeds that are sort of intimidating — don’t really get adopted out because of fear and stigma surrounding them, so when you pick bakugou he’s grateful but has a little bit of a complex … why would you pick him? don’t you know he’s dangerous?

except he’s not, and you know that he’s not. he’s just a big puppy who’s in need of some TLC!! dog hybrid!bakugou likes scratches behind the ear and he’s definitely a lap dog because he likes to stretch himself over you possessively in his discrete way of scent marking you. he gives you scary dog privileges but also whines and mopes around the house if you have to work and come home late. as soon as you’re through the door dog hybrid!bakugou is literally slobbering all over you, growling at the scents of other people on you and nosing at your neck, big arms wrapped around you from behind — only sedated by the promise of treats and getting to lie in your bed for the night.

but then come his ruts and that’s a whole different story. you thought dog hybrid!bakugou was clingy before but now it’s up by a tenth fold — you have to take at least a week off of work when it comes up because he won’t stop howling, won’t stop whining when you’re apart and the neighbours hate it. you have lunch with a male coworker and bakugou tears your home apart as soon as he smells them on you.

poor dog hybrid!bakugou practically begs you to let him inside, let him knot you — how can you say no? your poor baby’s burning up and humping at anything he can get at and it’s not quite enough for him. you feel his swollen thick cock pressed up against you from behind, slipping between the softness of your cheeks, the veins throbbing and his shaft sticky with all that precum he’s leaking. it’s meant to make that breeding process just that little bit easier.

“it hurts,” bakugou tells you, pressing his cheek against your shoulder from behind as lewd sounds of his hot and heavy erection squelch from behind you. “please, gotta cum. could cum like this but s’not enough.” now, your precious pup never asks you for much. he’s always content with what he has. but this time he’s begging for his, aching for any sort of relief and there’s only one way you can give it to him.

turning around in his hold and shuddering at just how hot dog hybrid!bakugou has gotten from his oncoming rut, you give him a meek nod. the sign and the signal is all he needs before tearing through your clothes — making you shudder at the hot press of his cock glistening with precum at your entrance.

dog hybrid!bakugou is so big he makes you choke on your own saliva, snug against your rippling walls — tip brushing against your most inner and sensitive parts. he’s hardly moved and you can feel him churning up your guts, feel slick pool between your thighs as you hopelessly grasp and scratch at the counter. he lets you adjust but only for a second, large palm on the small of your spine to make your back arch up just for him. like you’re his pretty little mate presenting for him.

“‘m g’na fill you up. pump’ya full of pups,” he snarls, rabid and roaring from deep in his chest with every canter of his hips forward — using all of his weight to swing them into you. you have no idea what he’s saying, can’t even hear him over your wet little hole clenching around him, gripping at pulsating veins that decorate his shaft every time he fucks himself into you. the scent of your sex, the feeling of blood rushing through you and your sweet little cries is what drives bakugou forward. the only thought running through his mind is to breed, breed, breed.

dog hybrid!bakugou puts all his weight on you, tail swishing and sticky between his strong legs as he thrusts into you — balls heavy with a hot load all saved up for you. you can feel it as they slap against your sex. he leaves teeth marks up your back, bruises on the fat of your hips from where he tugs you back to meet his cock. he’s so close he hardly wants to pull out of you, circling n he’s myself into with slow and uncoordinated grinds that are enough to make you cum twice before he does — your juices streaking down your trembling thighs as they weakly hold you up against the cool surface of the countertop.

dog hybrid!bakugou barely remembers to warn you about his knot when he does eventually cum — copious amounts of white, viscous seed pouring into you from behind, so much so, that it runs down from his bright red tip and seeps out of your sex in crude slaps to the floor. you whimper, brainless, as his dick swells inside you to keep you nice and full of his cum. making sure it sticks. and bakugou noses your neck softly when he lifts you carefully and carries you into his bedroom to rest before his next cycle.

“stop squirmin’ ‘n sleep. it’ll go down soon,” he tells you before quite literally knocking out on top of you, caging you in underneath him and all of his warmth — content and stuffed full of cock and cum. you have to admit, dog!hybrid bakugou is so cute with his twitching ears and shifting tail during his post-nut nap. falling asleep with him tl like this is comfortable and new too. adorable; even.

though, that’s as cute as it gets, because as soon as his knot’s gone down you wake up to dog hybrid!bakugou whimpering and grinding into the bedsheets he’s spiked with cum from waiting for you to wake up — sucking on your sex from between your thighs, tongue swirling around your hole as he eats his previous release out of you.

“yer finally awake,” katsuki slurs, red eyes delirious and hungry like an apex predator watching its prey. “don’t worry ‘bout me cleanin’ you up, ‘m just makin’ sure you’re ready for another round.”

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * a girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do!!

warnings: major tlt spoilers, (do I even need to put this?) kissing, reader has a good relationship with ares (sorry clarisse)

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of ares

requested: @childofthewargod

you knew what was happening the moment it happened. luke could never keep anything from you, this may have been because he was madly in love with you or perhaps because he was a truly horrified of making you angry

you knew how he was trying to betray the gods because of their ‘neglectful parenting’ but you had a decent relationship with your father (unlike many of your cabin mates) so you were unsure if you should join luke in his evil scheme

soon after, ares (aka your dad) had captured luke, threatening to hand the weapons back to the gods and make him face consequences for his actions, but lucky for him, kronos had planted the idea of a war with the gods in his mind, so the war god almost immediately joined kronos’ army

and that’s when you decided to join, because if your father had been on the team, then there wouldn��t be a problem with you joining

now all you had to do was try to convince percy to join once he gets back from his quest. It would be tonight if everything went smoothly this afternoon.

you would be lying if you said you were scared. what’s the worst that could happen? percy says he’s not joining? who cares?! you’ll be going through with the plan with or without him!

even though you aren’t scared you can’t help but be worried. worried about the future, what will happen after tonight

a familiar voice snaps you out of your worrisome thoughts, and it’s not just anyone it’s your beloved boyfriend- “I’ve been looking for you”

“I thought you were busy today?”

“I’m never too busy to see you”

“ew”

he takes a seat beside you on the grass, “what’re you doing out here?”

“reminiscing” is all you say

“about?”

“life”

he nods and takes your hand in his. he knew that wasn’t the entire truth, because when people claim to be ‘reminiscing on life’ it usually implies to be thought about past and present life, but he knows you. he knows you better than himself, he didn’t even have to ask you anything to know what you were really thinking

It was the future, you were thinking about your future life and he knew it, not a doubt in his mind

you sit in silence until you know it’s time for your plan to go into action, no words said but the sound of the lakes small ripples and chirping birds was enough

nothing will be the same after tonight

⚔️

it could have been worse right?

maybe.

percy didn’t join

were you surprised? no, not at all. you didn’t expect a newer demigod to understand the issue with the gods, not yet at least

but! the fun part was that you got to go through a portal. this may seem childish but you’re not allowed to say anything until you’ve tried it yourself

the only downside to the portal was that when you ran through you fell straight on your face onto a cold floor. where on earth were you?

you sit up and rub your head which took minor damage from the fall. when you look around you notice almost immediately where you are

a boat.

and not just any boat, the princess andromeda

all your thoughts come rushing back into your head the more you take in your surroundings. luke had told you before that you would be staying here for a little bit until the plan was settled

speaking of… you notice him sitting up beside you

“luke!” you rush over to him “are you okay?”

he holds up a thumbs up and you kiss the top of his head

you sit there for a moment to process the adjustment and once ready you go to his, or technically your shared room. you let him walk in first so you can close the door and you lean your back against it to catch your breath

luke turns to you and cups your face, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. you throw your arms around his neck and his hands trail down you until he reaches the belt loops of your low rise jeans, and he pulls your hips closer to his

“I love you” he mumbles between kisses

you lead him to the bed, knowing where this is going. you pull away for a moment to hurriedly rip your shoes off, and when luke realizes what you’re doing he throws his shoes off also, then proceeds to lay down. you take advantage of his position and straddle him, and before you lean down to proceed you slip your shirt off and throw it onto the floor, then hurriedly connecting your lips with his again

he slips his fingers back through your belt loops once again, and you move a hand to his curls, gently tugging at them, and you didn’t realize you had such an effect on him until you heard the sound he made. he decides to trail his kisses lower until he reaches a point where he can feel your pulse, and you let out a sigh of contentment at the action

you sit up for a moment to move yourself off of him to lay down, and he pulls you back in when you’re comfortable, his hands trailing up and down the skin of your bare waist

you begin to think: what were you even worried about in the first place? a good question considering you can’t even think about absolutely anything right now other than the boy attached to you

[pricklepearbloom]

Hey I've love love loved your acotar fics and was wondering if you could do like a jealousy fic with az like he's being completely irrational about the amount of time your spending with one of his brothers but you only love him and he goes to elain for comfort but it ends in fluff after a big argument because as we know he struggles to regulate/show his emotions thanksss

-🥒

a/n: hey loveee I hope this is something along the lines of what you wanted! I've never done an ask before (omg first!!) If anyone else has any request, don't be afraid to slide into my inbox bb.

All I Want

Pairing: Azriel x OC (Ruby)

Warnings: just some good old-fashioned angst, not beta read

Word count: 3.5K

As the morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, Ruby found herself in a cocoon of comfort, wrapped in the tender embrace of the love of her life, her sweet mate Azriel. The soft rhythm of his breathing and his heart synchronized with hers in a sweet lullaby. In the mornings, it felt like the world outside the haven of their bedroom seemed to pause before the chaos of the day began. Gods she loved weekends, nothing to do but relax and stay cozy Ruby mused as she cuddled in further into her mate’s strong chest.

He pulled her closer as he began to wake placing a soft kiss on her head, practically shoving his nose into her hair to drown in the scent of her shampoo. “Mmm what time is it?” Ruby lightly rasped out, voice rough from disuse. “Who cares, I intend to stay right here all day.” Azriel replied as he gave her a small squeeze, running a thumb lightly along the small of her back. Ruby smiled softly letting her brain imagine spending all day in bed.

Shoot. She couldn’t spend all day in bed. Ruby’s eyes shot open and she sat up at breakneck speed. Azriel scrunched his brows and followed her up to a sitting position. “Is everything alright? Hey, wait where are you going?” He calls as Ruby jumps out of bed throwing on her dressing robe running into the bathroom.

“I’m sorry! I totally forgot I promised Cassian that I would meet with him today.” Ruby said her voice muddled from speaking with her toothbrush in her mouth. Azriel felt his stomach drop a bit, he had been looking forward to spending time with her today. Rhys had been piling more and more work on his plate and he promised he wouldn’t intervene today. “But wai-“ he tried to get out “I’m sorry I’m running terribly late I can’t believe I forgot, he’s going to kill me.”

Azriel took a deep breath as he watched her run around their bedroom putting on undergarments then picking up and smelling and pair of pants, making a face and putting it back down before repeating the process until she had found one that suited whatever clearly questionable requirements she had for clean laundry.

“I’ll be back later okay?” Ruby glanced up from pulling her shoes on her feet and saw the slightly lost look on Azriel’s face as he was still sitting upright in bed, mouth slightly ajar. She felt a kernel of guilt tighten in her stomach. “I can cancel if you want. I’m sorry I forgot to mention it, Cassian asked me to help him pick out an anniversary present for Nesta and you know him, he’s useless at that kind of stuff.”

Her eyes softened and she crawled back on the bed placing a soft kiss on Azriel’s sharp jawline that seemed clenched before immediately relaxing after feeling her soft lips on his face. “But if you want, I can absolutely cancel, and we can stay in bed and spend the day together?” He shook his head lightly, “no, it’s fine. You should go. Someone needs to stop him from buying her an engraved horse saddle.” He sighed “I’ll just miss you; will you be back later? Maybe we can make hot cocoa and read together?”

A fond smile came to Ruby’s lips at the idea. “That sounds lovely darling. I think I should be back just after lunch; I’ll see if we can stop by the bakery to get some of those pastries that you love.” She scooted off of the bed before leaning back in for one last kiss. Azriel wanted to make it count, his hand gently caressed her jaw and neck, thumb swiping back and forth along her cheek as he firmly planted a deep kiss that sent Ruby reeling. Azriel’s kisses were always filled with passion and love, they were like a drug to her, she could never get enough. Azriel was the first to pull away, a small smirk on his face seeing her eyes still shut spinning from his kiss. Still got it, he thought to himself smugly. “I love you.” She said softly before practically prancing out of the room, taking Azriel’s heart with her.

That was only the beginning, it seemed. Azriel noticed that Ruby seemed to be spending a lot of time with Cassian. Rationally he knew that nothing would ever happen between them, but his feelings didn’t seem to care much for rationality when Ruby was concerned. His anxiety rose higher and higher as the weeks passed on, holding it all in until one day, after coming home from a long and hard mission, he came to his breaking point.

Muscles aching from a mission, Azriel landed on the balcony of the Townhouse to see Rhys. Meetings with Rhys could take either five minutes or an hour and he had a feeling that this particular meeting was going to be on the longer side. He mentally groaned, his entire body was practically screaming at him to return to his home and wrap his arms around his warm, soft, loving mate. Ignoring the buzz that’s ever present when he thinks about Ruby, he steps off of the balcony and opens the glass door and is met with a rush of warm air and the comforting scent of his home and- is… is that his mate?

His pupils immediately dilated, and his pace picked up tenfold. He swiftly moved through the house following her unmistakable scent, his ears perking up at the sound of her laughter. His ears picked up a low rumble that distinctly did not sound like his mate. His hackles immediately rose as he rounded the corner to see Ruby and Cassian sitting side by side on the couch. He was operating on fumes and all his mind saw at that moment was the love of his life with a man that was not him and all. he. saw. was. red.

“What is this.” His voice cut through the warm atmosphere like his truth teller on a mission. Ruby’s eyes snapped up to meet his and lit up with excitement “Az!” Jumping up off of the couch to greet him. She took in his tight expression and lowered her arms that were barely raised to embrace him.

“What’s wrong?” She said cautiously taking a step toward him “Oh, not much. Just came here to debrief before going home after a very long day to see my faithful, loving mate. Only come to find her here with my brother.” Ruby’s eyebrows scrunched shocked while Cassian’s rose to his forehead “Azriel. You’re out of line.” Cassian said slowly rising from his seat on the couch with a confused expression on his face.

Cassian’s defense only served to anger Azriel even more. Obviously if he was being defensive that meant that something was going on. Ruby had been spending an obscene amount of time with Cassian, something more had to be going on. “Am I? Please, Cassian, tell me why you’re spending your night with my mate when you have your own to attend to? Or is she not enough for you anymore that you had to take what was mine as well.” Azriel practically spat out, his shadows lashing out from his body reacting to his heightened emotions.

Cassian’s eyes darkened at the slight against Nesta. “Don’t speak a word about my mate. She is and will always be enough for me. What is going on with you? This isn’t like you at all.” And he was right, the emotions that were roiling through Azriel didn’t feel like him at all. Usually, he would be ecstatic to see his mate and his brother getting along so well. When they first met, Ruby had some issues with feeling welcome into the inner circle. They were a tight nit group, and she was easily overwhelmed by the depth that each of them knew each other, it often felt like she would never find her place beyond being Azriel’s mate.

“Cass do you mind giving us the room for a minute?” Ruby said gently, not letting her eyes leave Azriel’s. Once the war general gave a tense nod and slipped through the doorway to give the couple some privacy, Ruby took another step toward Azriel. “Az,” Ruby said hesitantly “I promise nothing was going on, Cassian and I were just catching up. Why don’t you take a seat, and we can talk about whatever’s going through your head?” A wave of embarrassment flooded through Azriel, but he shrugged it off, choosing to shut down instead. “Unfortunately, I need to meet with Rhys to debrief. I’ll meet you at home.” Ruby’s eyes sharpened at his harsh tone. “Fine. But don’t come back until you figured out what the hell is going on with you and you’re ready to talk.” Azriel didn’t bother to acknowledge her as he strode out of the room headed for Rhys’ office.

Following the fight, Ruby went home and sat and waited for Azriel to come back. She reflected on their little spat and agonized over every word. What could she had said differently? It pained her that her mate was hurting and that he wouldn’t let her help. When he comes home, she thought, we’ll sit here and talk about whatever is going on with him and then we’ll move forward from there. That’s all we can do.

But minutes turned to hours and Ruby still sat on the couch. A debrief had never gone on this long before and Ruby was sure that he was probably just taking some time to cool off. She didn’t move from her spot on the couch as the day turned to night and somewhere in the late hours of the night, she fell asleep on the couch, still waiting.

A door shutting woke Ruby from her slumber, her neck aching with the pain of being held in the wrong position for too long. Ruby reached up, trying to rub the ache away her eyes locking onto the dark figure standing in the archway that leads to their living area. “Hi.” Azriel said hoarsely “What time is it?” Ruby said her gaze peering out of the window seeing the light peek through the linen curtains they had picked out together “Did you just get home?” Azriel nodded unable to meet her eyes. “W-Where have you been? Why didn’t you come home last night? I waited up all night for you.” Ruby said standing from her place on the couch, leaving the imprint of her body on the couch from hours of use.

“I stayed with Elain for the night.” Ruby’s heart sunk through the floor. It was no secret that there was bad blood between the two. Azriel and Elain had an attachment of sorts until Ruby came into the picture and Elain made it very clear that she was not a fan of Ruby. She was constantly spouting vitriol about Ruby while she was still new to the inner circle, never in ear shot of Azriel of course. Eventually, Ruby made her discomfort known to Azriel and he had put distance between himself and Elain. His interest in her had been waning for some time and when Ruby came into his life, he didn’t give the Archeron sister another thought. His heart and mind set on the kind and strong female that the cauldron had blessed him with.

“Why?” Ruby’s rasped through a tight throat, thick with emotion. “Did you- Azriel did you cheat on me?” Her eyes welled up with tears as she stared at him incredulously, a sharp pain shot through her chest at the idea.

“No, no. I would never do that to you Ruby. I just...” he paused dropping his gaze to the floor. “I wanted you to feel how it felt when I saw you with Cassian.” Now that the words had left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He wished he could shove them into a box and never let them see the light of day again because the look on Ruby’s face, it was enough to make him want to take truth teller and shove it into his gut until he bled out at her feet.

“You- you went to Elain’s to get back at me?” she said hoping that her ears had been lying to her and she didn’t hear that her mate had done something so… so spiteful. She had been trying to hold them back but once the first tear came it was like opening the floodgates. Azriel took a step forward reaching out to brush them away and to comfort her but she matched his step, taking one backward, flinching away from his hand. “I think I need some space.” She stepped past the couch that she had been sitting at all night waiting for him to come home so they could make up, but he was with her.

Azriel lightly grabbed her wrist as she passed him intending to head quickly toward the stairs that led to their bedroom. “Ruby, please. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Ruby jerked her arm out of his grasp spinning around on him. “Really? You weren’t thinking for the entire night? I find that incredibly hard to believe Azriel. Leave me alone.” She practically ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut, locking it swiftly. She practically collapses into sobs on their bed, her tears staining the pillows still made and fluffed from yesterday morning.

Azriel’s heart shattered into pieces as he tried the door handle, finding himself locked out of his bedroom, unable to console and comfort his mate who he betrayed. He felt like beyond an idiot. What was he thinking? Going to Elain of all people? After his meeting with Rhys, he felt his emotions pulling himself in a million directions. He ran into her in the kitchen, fully intending on going home to sort things out with his mate, she saw the look in his eyes and offered an ear and some tea. A dark part in Azriel thought well if his mate was going to talk to another male then he could talk to another female. A large part of his heart ached to be with Ruby, but mess of his feelings kept him seated. They sat there all night talking and the next thing he knew it was light outside marking the next day.

If he could turn back time, he would slit his own throat before sitting to tea with Elain. It would probably hurt less than he felt now, hearing his mate’s sobs through the locked door knowing there was nothing he could do to help. “Please, Ruby.” He croaked out after hours of sitting outside of the door. “I’m sorry. I… I was jealous and stupid, and I wanted to make you hurt like I was hurting. It’s felt like you’ve picked Cassian over me for weeks and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I’m so sorry my love, you deserve a better mate.” Her cries had softened to a sniffle and he heard a click of the door. It surprised Azriel who had been sitting on the ground, head hung low.

He shot up, the door opening to reveal Ruby with a red nose and puffy eyes, irritated from hours of crying. He didn’t think his heart could break any further, but he found himself wrong once again.

“I don’t deserve a better mate. I have the perfect mate, Azriel.” She said softly, his heart daring to lift an inch off of the ground of the pit that it found itself in at her words. “I deserved to be treated better though, yes.” He hung his head nodding solemnly. Ruby walked back to bed and crawled beneath the sheets. Azriel hesitated to get close to her, his eyes shone with tears unshed. The desperation to be close to her was palpable and Ruby granted him mercy lightly tapping on the bedspread next to her. He wasn’t going to question her as he kicked off his boots practically racing for the bed before she changed her mind. They lay side by side turned so they could see each other. Whenever they were in bed, they were always wrapped in each other’s arms so not being able to touch her was agony for Azriel.

“What happened Az? Why didn’t you talk to me about how you were feeling with me seeing Cassian?” She whispered, wrapping her arms around herself as a way to comfort herself from the conversation they were having. Azriel reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had fallen into her face before thinking better of it halfway and pulling it back away. Ruby gently grabbed his hand and led it back to her cheek. As upset as she was, she craved the comfort that only he could provide. He caressed the side of her face, his thumb gently stroking back and forth. She closed her eyes feeling the familiar sensation, relishing in the warmth and care he provided.

“I was embarrassed, I think. I know you would never cheat on me but whenever you left to see him it felt like you were choosing him over me. And then it felt like you were spending all of your time with him and I felt like I wasn’t enough for you. Like you had to seek happiness elsewhere with someone more worthy.” He whispered back the insecurities that had flooded his brain as of late. Ruby shook her head vehemently, “I’m sorry you were feeling like that Az, I had no idea. Why do you keep saying that you aren’t worthy? You are.” She pressed not breaking eye contact with him as if to hammer home her reassurance. He didn’t deserve his kind mate. He should be reassuring her and here he was blubbering about his insecurities. “I don’t know. You are this ball of light and bring so much warmth into my life and what do I bring you? Baggage and pain.” He held his breath as he dared to whisper his deepest thoughts. As if, if he spoke them too loudly, she would realize his words to be truth and would up and leave. But she didn’t. She just shook her head sadly.

“I wish you saw yourself the way I saw you. You are strong, you’re a loyal friend,” he flinched, he wasn’t being very loyal when he went to Elain, Ruby gave him a knowing look. “We’ll get there. You are the best person I know Az. I wish you gave yourself the benefit of the doubt.” Ruby gave a moment of pause watching Azriel shake his head in disagreement “Do you think that I am a good person?” He nodded, “of course. The absolute best.” “Then why would my mate be someone terrible? Wouldn’t it make sense for the one that my soul is bound to by the cauldron to be just as good?” Azriel pondered, he had never thought about it that way before.

Ruby nodded to herself before taking a deep breath “So. Tell me about Elain.” Azriel shut his eyes. “Gods I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry my love. I promise that nothing happened, I was fired up after the meeting and she and I just talked. I acted despicably and if I could do it all over again, I would come straight home. Words-“ His voice cracked and he cleared his throat “words cannot express how awful I feel about it. If you want me to never speak to her again I will, just say the word. Please don’t leave me. Please. I’ll do anything.” He had never begged before, but he wasn’t above getting down on his knees for this female that ruled his world.

Ruby shook her head lightly “I’m not leaving you.” A weight lifted off of Azriel’s shoulders at her words and he began softly crying tears of relief. The rare sight of Azriel crying was too much for Ruby’s heart to handle and she wrapped her arms around her mate holding him tight. “What you did wasn’t okay. You lashed out to hurt me and I won’t just stand by and be your punching bag when you don’t know how to express your emotions.” Azriel nodded pressing his nose further into her hair taking a deep breath centering himself in her scent. She was here, she wasn’t leaving. “I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll communicate more when I’m feeling upset and we can work through it together.” Ruby nuzzled into his chest humming her approval. “And I’ll be more sensitive to making quality time with you a priority.” They stayed like that for an hour before Ruby broke the silence. “What if we took a little time off from the world? Spent some time just cooped up here, getting back into our groove and patching everything up?” Azriel let out a deep sigh a small fond smile finally taking to his face. “Yes, my love. That sounds wonderful.” They spent the rest of the day there, holding on to each other basking in the other’s warmth.

[potatoqueenpal]

Yall I'm SO SORRY for dipping on you I have no ideas and I'm still fighting to get my avior fic back.

Have filler till I think of more angst

I present to you: Shaw Pack and Mates: Incorrect quotes

Sam, filling out legal paperwork: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Sweetheart : Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Baabe: I personally was created in a lab.

Angel: I just straight up spawned.

Sam: We call that a traumatic experience.

Sam, turning to Baabe: Not a "bruh moment".

Sam, turning to Angel: Not "sadge".

Sam, turning to Sweetheart : And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Asher: Knock, knock.

Baabe: Who's there?

Asher: Boo!

Baabe: Boo who?

Asher: Why are you crying?

Baabe: I'm not crying.

Asher: Hello notcrying, I'm Asher.

Milo: Angel, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

Angel: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

Milo: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

David: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Milo: I photosynthesize with this.

Sweetheart: I’m this close to falling in love with Milo.

Asher: Your fingertips are touching.

Sweetheart: Exactly.

Asher, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.

Sweetheart : I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...

Baabe, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?

Asher, spraying Sweetheart : You FUCKING DUMBASS!

Sweetheart : Dude, I forgot-

Asher: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?

Sam: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

Asher: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

David, turning to Darlin': How tall are you?

Angel: Sam said its my turn with the brain cell.

Asher: Square up.

Sam: And what do we say when someone refuses your offer?

Sweetheart : Suck it, boomer!

Sam: I don't know who "Boomer" is, but no.

Asher: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths.

Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

Baabe: I think my guardian angel drinks.

David: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Milo: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Asher: I got distracted halfway through.

Darlin': Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Asher: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived!

Sam: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, Asher?

Asher: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market-

*police sirens start to wail in the background*

Sam: DID YOU ROB A BANK?!

Asher: Oh, come on, Sam, do you really think so little of me? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on their face*

Sam:

Asher: …it was a credit union.

Angel: Tell them to eat shit, David.

David: Tell them yourself.

Angel: Eat shit, asshole. Fall of your horse.

Milo, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Darlin': Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Darlin': Here you go.

Milo:

Darlin':

Baabe: Why am I here?

Angel: Guess what I'm about to get!

David: On my nerves.

Sweetheart : That's a nice arguement, Milo Why don't you back it up with a source?

Milo: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

Sam: Aww, what's your cat's name?

Milo: Aggro.

Sam, yelling to Baabe: TRY AGGRO!

Baabe, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK!

Milo:

Sam: What's your favorite number?

Angel: I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

*Everyone stares at Angel*

Angel: I don’t even know what I was trying to say.

Angel: I've connected the two dots.

David: You didn't connect shit.

Angel: I've connected them.

And now, wholesome (amd flirty) ship incoreect quotes:

｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･

David : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Angel: It was autocorrect.

David : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Angel: Yes.

Angel: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

David : I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Angel: I said within reason, David . How about I murder that guy?

David : So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Angel: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Angel: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

David : I have a gun on that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Angel: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

David : Nope, there's 26.

Angel: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

David : Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Angel: So give me the D.

Angel: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

David : ...Have you never taken a shower before?

David, sweating: Angel, there’s something I need to ask you-

Angel: Finally! You’re proposing!

David: How’d you know?

Angel: David, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Angel: I even picked it up once.

David: I want to kiss you.

Angel, not paying attention: What?

David: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Baabe: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Asher: Wow. They sound stupid.

Baabe: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Asher: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Baabe: I guess you’re right. Hey Asher, I love you.

Asher: See! Just say that!

Baabe: Holy fucking shit.

Asher: If that flies over their head then, sorry Baabe, but they're too dumb for you.

Baabe: Asher.

Baabe: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Asher: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Baabe: Seize the dick.

Asher: We have a problem.

Baabe: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Baabe: I'm trash.

Asher: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Baabe:

Baabe: You smooth motherfucker.

Baabe: And yes it does.

Asher: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Baabe: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Asher: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Baabe: I wrote you a poem.

Asher, already crying: You did?

Milo: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Sweetheart : If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Milo: I fell—

Sweetheart : From heaven?

Milo: No, I literally fell—

Sweetheart : In love with me the moment you saw me?

Milo: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Sweetheart : Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Milo: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Sweetheart : AS ENEMIES?!

Milo:

Milo walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Sweetheart , I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Sweetheart , sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Sweetheart : I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Milo: That's great, Sweetheart . Especially considering the fact we've been together for 6 fucking years.

Sweetheart : I’m in love with you.

Milo: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Sweetheart : I know.

Milo: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Sweetheart: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Milo: What- how?

Sweetheart: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Milo: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Sweetheart is? Because Sweetheart is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Sam: The stars are so beautiful...

Darlin': They're just giant balls of gas.

Sam: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Darlin': And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Sam: Oh...

Darlin': Wow, Sam, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Sam: We literally slept together yesterday.

Darlin': That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Sam: I love you.

Darlin', not paying attention: What was that?

Sam: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Darlin': Well, Sam and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Darlin': That's right... We kissed!

Darlin': What are you in the mood for?

Sam: World domination.

Darlin': That's a bit ambitious.

Sam: You are my world.

Darlin': Aww...

Sam:

Darlin':

Sam:

Darlin': OH.

Darlin': I have feelings for you.

Sam: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Waiter: What would you like?

Darlin': Bring a milkshake with two straws.

Sam: *blushes*

Darlin': *puts both straws in their mouth* Watch how fast I can drink this!!

Darlin': You got a date yet Sam?

Sam: No...

Darlin': Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Darlin': Are we fighting or flirting?

Sam: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Darlin': Your point?

Darlin': I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Sam: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Darlin': O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Sam: Is it working?

Sam: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Darlin': …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Sam: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Darlin': Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Darlin': Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Sam: Marry me.

Darlin': This date is boring!

Sam: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Darlin': Then why did you invite me?

Sam: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Sam I'll do whatever I want!

(This is long as fuuuuck and took me a good hour, but it was fun)

[azriels-shadowsinger]

can i please request a drabble where rhys gets reader pregnant when they’re young, and his father finds out before him when the camp healer informs him of readers visit. He threatens reader and tells her that he’s about to become a high lord and doesn’t have time for distractions. he tells her that he’ll hurt rhys if she doesn’t leave, so she breaks up with him and runs away. When she hears the news of his fathers death their son is already 3-6 years old. she moves back to velaris bc she wants to stay close to him, she meets either cass or az when she’s shopping and they tell rhys who immedietly winnows over. He sees the kid with her and suspects… they finally talk it out, she shows him her memory of what his dad said, and get back together, the kid finally have a dad🤍 and she has her mate back🥹

this is such a good idea i love it!! also i did a daughter instead bc girl dad rhys is such a necessity

wc: 1.3 k

warnings: none

6 Years Ago

“You will not bear the future heir and you will not keep Rhysand from achieving his full potential as future high lord.” The high lord had cornered you outside as you were leaving a secret visit with Rhys, which was apparently not so secret. You didn’t speak, only nodded.

“If you don’t get rid of that baby and leave the night court, I will make sure there that Rhysand is not around to raise that child.” You had no idea how he found out about the pregnancy, but you also knew he was not one to make empty threats.

It would be hard, but you knew you could raise this baby on your own. The high lord never had to know you kept the child if you left. And neither did Rhys.

———

“I don’t understand why you have to leave. Please stay!” Rhys pleaded. It broke your heart to do this, but you could not risk his safety or the safety of you and Rhys’ baby.

Your baby. He can never know.

“I have to leave. I don’t want to be in Velaris anymore.” You lie. “I want to move home to the Winter Court.” Each word felt more painful than the last.

“We can visit there more often! I’ll go with you! Just please don’t go.” Tears are forming in his eyes, and you have to look away or else you will give in. You know what you have to say. The thought of it makes you sick, but it’s the only way he will never come looking for you.

“I don’t love you anymore Rhys. I’m sorry.” The look in his eyes when you said that will haunt you forever, but at least he will be safe.

———

Present Day

It had been years since that horrible day. His broken-hearted face still haunts your nightmares. Usually, you can go a few days without thinking about him, but your daughter, Nova, is getting to such an age where she asks a million questions. The most frequent being related to her father. You try to evade the questions as best you can, but it always results in you crying yourself to sleep and having nightmares of Rhys watching you say you don’t love him anymore.

Last night had been one of those nights and you were exhausted from the nightmares. You decided to stop in a local cafe for some coffee with your five-year-old next to you, sipping her juice. After several minutes of peacefulness, you overhear the barista talking with a member of Kallias’ court who had just entered.

“It was just a few months ago! I wasn’t sure if it was true, but once I saw Rhysand at the high lord’s meeting last month I knew it must be.” The man whispered not so quietly.

You froze.

“His father was such a brute. He gave the night court such a bad name. Hopefully, High Lord Rhysand will be a better leader for the Night Court.”

You drop the mug, spilling it all over yourself and the table. The barista rushes over to help you clean, but all you can do is stare at your daughter.

———

It took all of 24 hours for you to pack your and Nova’s belongings and find a horse to travel on. After weeks of travel, staying in old inns, and a constantly cranky five-year-old, you finally arrived in Velaris. You find a local inn and clean yourself and your daughter up. You knew that if you walked the streets of Velaris for long enough, he would hear that you were back.

But what if he doesn’t want to see you? What if he hates you for what you said? The anxiety starts to bubble inside you until you begin to second guess this entire plan.

“Mommy look! Cookies!” Nova is standing on her tiptoes and looking out the window of the inn at the bakery across the street. You shove the insecurities back inside yourself.

“Let’s go get you a cookie, honey.”

———

The two of you sit at the tiny table outside the bakery to enjoy your cookies. For a moment, you don’t feel as nervous. Until you feel someone watching you. You turn around and a familiar pair of wings are ducking into an alley. Well, you can’t back down now.

Not even 10 seconds later, you hear a commotion behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know that Rhys just winnowed to the street. You take a steadying breath and turn to meet his gaze, but the look you get in return breaks your heart all over again.

“Hello, Rhys.” You try to break the ice. His eyes dart from you to the dark-haired, purple-eyed girl sitting next to you. A talon is caressing your mental shields, and after years of keeping them up, you finally let him in.

“Is she mine?” He speaks into your mind, getting straight to the point. The familiar feeling of his voice in your head is enough to make the tears start falling

“Yes. I can explain everything. I’m so sorry, Rhys.” You hope he will let you explain. Three long strides and then he is next to you. He kneels in front of your daughter.

His daughter.

Nova looks up at him, eyes glazed over as he speaks to her in her head. He puts a gentle hand on her cheek and softly rubs his thumb across it. A few minutes pass as they have their silent conversation before Rhys finally speaks.

“Let’s talk at home.” He reaches out a hand for you to take. Home. You never thought you would return. You take his hand as Nova takes his other one, and instantly you are winnowed away.

The moment the three of you are alone, he falls to his knees and hugs you both, tears freely falling.

“Rhys, I can ex-“ He cuts you off.

“I don’t care. You’re back. Even if you don’t love me anymore, I will do anything you ask if you will let me be a part of her life.” He looks at you with the same heartbroken stare that has haunted you for years. You drop to your knees with him and take his face in your hands.

“I never stopped loving you. I had to leave to keep you safe. And to keep Nova safe.” You start to explain but his eyes light up at the name.

“Nova?” He whispers. You nod.

“Like the stars. Just like her dad.” The word dad sets him off again and he hugs tighter. “I can show you everything. I can explain it all. I want you to be in her life…. In our lives, if you want.”

Rhys pulls you both close and just whispers. “You’re home. Finally.”

———

6 Months Later

After the announcement of the new High Lady and new heir, Velaris celebrated for weeks. You finally got settled into your new home, and Rhys even decorated a room for Nova all by himself.

It took some time after your return for him to fully open up again. Some wounds take time to heal, and Rhys spent a while feeling upset that he missed so many of Nova’s milestones. Even now, he asks you to replay her first steps in your head for him to watch. But once he started getting to know Nova, she had him wrapped around her little finger.

The three of you are sitting cozy on the sofa while Rhys reads Nova to sleep. You never thought you would get to experience this. Nova dozes off in your arms and Rhys shuts the book. The smile he gives you warms even your darkest dreams.

“You kept her safe long enough for me to meet her. You did an impossibly difficult thing to keep us both safe. I will never be able to thank you enough for what you did.” He rests a gentle hand on her cheek.

That night, your dreams are filled with images of your future lives together. You, Rhys, and Nova together for centuries.

[foxalade]

"never did see one without the other, did you?"

SOBBING.

Sirius and James are just so idk how to explain it?? I can't BELIEVE Sirius went to Prison because he was framed for killing his BEST FRIEND. HIS SAVIOUR. Literally his platonic soul mate. I can't believe so many people knew them and didn't even bat an eye when he was put in Azkaban.

The fact that people were just like "How could he?" and then moved on with their lives, while Remus was distraught at losing ALL of his best friends in one single night.

SIRIUS FOUND HIS BEST FRIEND DEAD. I'm sorry but if I found my best friend dead in her house I'd die, HOW TRAUMATISING IS THAT?? Imagine going to check up on them and finding their house in pieces, and then finding them dead. His best friend. His family. HIS BEST FRIENDS WIFE. THEIR SON??? THEIR ONE YEAR OLD SON.

You know what's worse?

They probably had Sirius' Birthday all planned out. James and Lily were murdered on the 31st of October, 3 days before Sirius' Birthday on the 3rd of November. They would most likely all have bought and wrapped present, perhaps even booked a table at a restaurant or maybe concert tickets or whatever.

But they never went. Never got to do anything. Sirius spent his 22nd birthday locked up in Azkaban while James was dead and Remus was distraught and Peter was "dead".

Harry was taken away and treated like shit. James and Lily's one year old, ONE YEAR OLD, was left orphaned, with no idea about his parents or his parents friends. He could have had a life with Sirius, but that was taken away from him.

Imagine meeting a wanted Murderer, and he goes on to tell you that he loved your father so, SO much and that he saved him. Saved him from years of torture and abuse in his own household and let him stay somewhere safe. And then got FRAMED by their other best mate for his MURDER which he spent 12 YEARS in prison for.

Even when Harry did move in with Sirius during his fifth year, he didn't have very long with his father's best friend either.

Sirius died protecting the last piece of James he still had. After all of those years, Sirius still loved James, loved him so much that he died to protect his son.

"Nice one, James!"

HE DIED THINKING OF HIS BEST FRIEND. HE WAS THINKING OF JAMES IN HIS LAST MOMENTS ON EARTH. Not Harry, not himself, not Remus. JAMES.

Idc if someone thinks "It's so wrong that Sirius only saw James in Harry, and Harry only saw James in Sirius"

Okay, and? That was all they had left. Sirius was the closest thing to his dad, let the poor boy have that small piece of his life. And Sirius loved James. He said himself that he would rather have died than betray James.

And he would have too. If Sirius had been there when Peter and Voldy showed up, he would have told James and Lily to run and sacrificed himself so they could live a life full of love and raise their son.

James was Sirius' only family. Sirius had nothing without him. NOTHING. "Oh but what about Remus?" I love Remus, don't get me wrong, but Remus would never be able to live up to what James was for him. That boy saved him.

I hate it when people come after James. How could you say he was a horrible person when he literally took Sirius in. HE SAVED HIM.

And I just realised that Sirius didn't get to go to James' funeral. He never said goodbye. Remus was there, ALONE, still thinking that Sirius was the murderer and that Peter was dead too. Peter probably had a funeral too??? He wasn't even dead but because he pretended he was treated as dead.

Now imagine Peter's grave is next to James and Lily's. Think about that for a second.

THE GUY THAT BETRAYED THEM IS "BURRIED" RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. AND SIRIUS?? JAMES'S OTHER HALF???

Well. He isn't burried, is he?? WHY? CAUSE HE DIED FOR HARRY. JAMES 2.0. HE DIED FOR HIS BEST FRIENDS SON.

I can only aspire to have a friendship like Sirius and James had.

Ladies and Gentlemen and everyone else, thank you and good night

(it's not a good night and never will be a good night because James died and Sirius was locked up for it. HIS BEST FRIEND.)

[gabessquishytum]

Regency/forbidden love idea!

Omega hob is being presented to society. Of course, everyone tells him he’s lucky he gets to debut at all. His family is new money and hob isn’t exactly seen as a traditional beauty. While he has a pleasing form, good childbearing hips, he’s beat up alphas who thought he’d be an easy lay and now he has a reputation.

Omega dream is the jewel of the season, the beautiful third sibling of the richest family in town, the endless and everyone is vying for his hand. He is bored as hell with alphas trying to impress him, expecting him to swoon into their arms. He’s known as an ice prince and the prize everyone alpha thinks they can have.

But they don’t know that dream is in love already.

He didn’t expect it. He didn’t ask for it. He was set on being a good omega and doing his duty. And then he met hob. The minute he saw him Dream’s senses came alive. He’d never thought he was attracted to anyone. But hob’s smile, his scent, his warm laugh—Dream realizes maybe he’s never wanted alphas. Maybe he is meant to love an omega. and hob is no better. He catches a glimpse of Dream and it’s over, his heart is dream’s.

The first time, they’re on holiday together by the sea—no need for a chaperone when they’re both omegas— and dream can’t help himself. He steals into hob’s bed, heart in his chest and hob is already awake, like he was waiting for him. He kisses him like he’s a starving man.

Hob spreads dream out and eats him out until dream comes screaming and then dream fucks him until he’s sobbing into the mattress. And they swear under the sheets and stars that they will elope. As soon as they have enough money and a plan.

Dream is pretty sure he can put off an engagement. Death is helping. She’s got their parents convinced that no one has offered a high enough bride price. So far no one is good enough for dream.

Hob isn’t worried for himself. He doesn’t expect anyone to make an offer for him. But he lives in fear of some alpha making a claim for dream. Everyone wants him.

Finally they have enough. Dream’s estranged brother has offered to shelter them. Dream writes to hob with the good news and packs a bag. That night, he goes to wait in the woods, where hob knows to meet him.

But hob doesn’t show up. Dream waits hours, heart pounding, suddenly sure that hob never meant to come, that hob doesn’t love him. until suddenly their friend Matthew comes running out of the night.

“He isn’t coming,” he gasps out and dream feels his heart shatter (it must be true then, dream must be unlovable)— “he was caught,” matthew continues. “They’re arranging his match now, he is being mated in the morning. They’re looking for you too. I’m sorry, dream, you have to run. ”

Holy shit!! Amazing romance novel material right here!!

I totally want to see Dream launching a rescue mission (with Matthew). But in the short term, he really does have no choice but to run. If they're both caught then things will be even worse - he needs to get away from this place if he's going to rescue Hob. So he reluctantly flees via the mail coach, biting the back of his hand to stop himself from screaming in anguish as he gets further from his love.

Meanwhile, Hob is having NONE of this imprisonment in his room and forced mating thing that his family have planned. He's been locked in, and the windows are barred, but he does have the time to develop a plan. And to sharpen the little knife that he normally uses to open envelopes to a very sharp point.

He acts submissive and ashamed when the alpha he's been given to is brought into the room. A quick transaction was made overnight - there are lists of alphas waiting for mates, it wasn't hard to find one at short notice. Hob clasps his little knife and he waits.

He doesn't murder his new alpha, although he thinks he'd be entitled to - forced mating is technically illegal. Its self defence for Hob to slash at the alpha's face when he tries to mount Hob. Self defence for him to run down the stairs, brandishing his knife. To flee through the kitchen, steal a horse, and ride away at top speed.

He wouldnt make it very far if it wasn't for the fact that Dream is waiting for him with money, falsified papers and a plan. Hob finds him waiting at the first coaching inn on the road to London, and they immediately head north as fast as possible. Hob is still wearing his bloodied shirt, and Dream is ashamed to admit that he finds it rather sexy. Hob just smells so good with all his wrath and vengeance on display.

After that, it's bizarrely easy. Hob cuts his hair, Dream starts dressing a little more conservatively. They move to a nice little hotel by the seaside, with Hob pretending to be Dream’s companion. Two omegas living a quiet life and sharing a room is far from a scandal. They even go abroad and finally get to travel like they always dreamed of. And oh, they make love at least 3 times each day. They simply can't keep their hands off each other. Hob wakes up each day and nuzzles his way down to eat his beloved out - the very best way to say good morning. And when the heats sync up, the pleasure is unmatched by anything.

Death and Matthew both visit them when it's safe to do so, and even they can tell: omegas or not, those two were made for each other. They'd find each other in any universe - it's fate!

[beezusvreeland]

dear reader - chapter 4

summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader

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Chapter 4

“What’s wrong, buddy? Did you buy another shampoo instead of a conditioner?”, Peter raised his glass of beer to Miguel, as he sat on a chair at their usual table. He threw his suit jacket at an empty chair and started undoing his maroon tie. 

“Miggy, you’re putting quite a show for those ladies, huh?”, Pav looked between his friends and a group of women in what was clearly in bachelorette party attire who were drooling over him. 

Miguel just groaned. 

“Bollocks, it really was one of those days”, Hobie used his fingers to give a loud whistle toward the bar. “Foggy, mate, can you get us the strongest bottle of dark beer, please?”

“Many years have gone by since I met you and yet, you’re still the only person I’ve ever met that actually likes that gross liquid”, Peter made a face.

“That really breaks my heart, Peter”, Foggy drops a tall glass of dark beer in front of Miguel, who muttered “thanks” without looking up. “I haven’t seen you like that in a very long time, my friend. It’s a pity your girlfriend is traveling, she is the one who handles ‘soon to be drunk Miguel’ the best.”

“She is not my girlfriend”, Miguel was annoyed. With the crowded bar, his friends and Foggy for remembering him of you. Even the phrase he just said irritated him, which made no sense, he had said several variations of it over the years. God, that probably hurt you, Miguel thought. If he were in love with you and you kept repeating that you were just friends in front of people all the time, he would be heartbroken. 

Miguel always thought of you as a delicate and sensitive person, but he never considered that you could be the two and also be strong. As they said in those boring seminars at Alchemax, you are very resilient. And you probably hated that word. It’s a writer tic, you’d say if you were there, and it makes him feel a little lighter. That and the beer. 

“Oh, sorry, Migs, it’s just you are always together…”

“Miguel couldn’t recognize a good woman even if his life depended on it”, Hobie chuckles. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Hobie gave him a look of boredom. 

“For a genius, you are very dumb.”

“Is she seeing anyone?”, Foggy collects the empty glass bottles from the table. 

“Are you interested, mr. Franklin Percy ‘Foggy’ Nelson?”, Hobie wiggled his eyebrows.

“You are never gonna drop that, will you?”

“Hey, mate, I wasn’t the one who forgot his wallet in the bar.”

Foggy rolled his eyes. 

“You’ve known me for ages, and know I’m in a serious relationship with Karen.”

“We don’t know the details of your personal life”, Hobie said and Peter nodded, agreeing. 

“Just ignore them, Foggy. Y/n is as single as a pringle”, Pav put a loose lock of hair back into place. “But, seriously, why do you ask?”

“Oh, you know, I have a friend, decent guy, has a small law firm, I think they could be a good match.”

“He better be, or else we are kicking his ass”, Pav said, passionately. Hobie, Peter and Miguel stare at him like ‘nah, bruh’. 

“I don’t think you could, he boxes a few times a week”, Foggy smirked. 

Miguel took another gulp of his beer, finishing it. He gave the bottle to Foggy and asked him for another one. Miguel really liked Foggy, he had been a loyal customer from the beginning, but he just couldn’t handle that conversation anymore. You were still away, they should at least wait for your return to discuss such things. Miguel didn’t like the idea of you hanging out with a stranger. He was a protective friend. He hasn’t been, but maybe he should, being more present in your life could be the fastest route towards mending your friendship. At least that’s he told himself.

***

Dear reader,

What are you supposed to do when your crush shows up at your place out of nowhere seeking some emotional validation? Tell him to go fuck himself. What did I do when that happened a couple nights ago? I let him in and spent a whole afternoon listening to his troubles. It was torture, being right there in front of him while he talked about some girl he met on a dating app. Feeling closer to a mother or therapist figure than a possible lover. 

But it was also nice sometimes, getting to be alone and so close to each other, he was so relaxed, as if he could just be himself around me. Those moments are so rare that I try to memorize them, so I can use those images to comfort me later when he eventually breaks my heart. He does it a lot and has no idea. 

The girl he told me about? He left my apartment abruptly to meet with her. The thing about pain is that, if you give into it, it becomes really easy to let it erase everything else. I feel like I was better at it in the past, the weight of this unrequited love is starting to break my back. 

I have received some emails from readers asking me why don’t I just profess my love to him? Well, I already did it, on my own way. His birthday was a few months ago and, if there is anything you should know about this writer, it is the fact that I love giving gifts. I’m really good at it. Especially when it comes to the ones I love. With him it wasn’t any different. Normally, I try to pick things that will be useful and make his life easier — he is a practical man and really seems to love those. But this year I wanted to try something different, make an idea I’ve had for a long time happen. 

I asked our friends to tell me about their favorite memories with him . There were funny ones, weird ones and surprisingly thoughtful ones. I wrote them all down as short stories and turned them into a book of his adventures. My own short story was the last one and in it and I chose to be brave: I wrote about the day I realized I was in love with him. It was my way of saying “I love you, you stupid idiot, will you ever see me as more than just a friend?”.

One of our friends designed the cover art and I had it printed as an actual hard cover book. With my heart in one hand and the book on the other, I showed up at his birthday house party, dressed to, hopefully, impress. 

There were a lot of people everywhere, so I waited a few hours to have a moment alone with him. He was upstairs in his bedroom looking for his phone amongst all the guests’ coats and purses. I gave him the book and he seemed excited — drunk, but excited — and he was about to tear the wrapping paper when a blonde woman, a beautiful one, the kind only an heiress or royalty can be, showed up. As I was leaving the room, I saw him throw the box in his bed. 

I’m pretty sure he didn’t read it. Or opened it. Probably lost it. 

So that’s how that went. And this is where this week’s column ends. 

As always, remember: never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

Love,

The writer

***

You were almost asleep when your phone started ringing. You searched for it on the nightstand without opening your eyes. The next day would be your last at the university and you already missed it so much. There was so much love for that place, those people, even the accent that took you a while to get accustomed to. 

There had been a lot of writing too. A little bit of everything, you got to explore different formats and methods, things you would have never imagined you were able to do. In the morning, you would read a piece of your final project to the rest of the class. The idea of reading out loud for other people terrified you when the course began. But now you were more confident in your writing — and yourself. Rather than fear, you were excited to share a part of you with the faces that had given you so much during the last month and a half. 

“Hello?”

“Hi there! How is my favorite writer doing?”, hearing Gwen’s voice filled your chest with warmth. “Shit, did I wake you up? I thought I had calculated the right time.”

“Well, math has never been your thing”, you could hear her smile on the other side of the Atlantic.

“I’m gonna be the bigger person and not remind you of the time you took so long to count the tip correctly that even the waiters didn’t want it anymore.”

You both laughed. 

“I miss you, Gweny”, you said.

“And I, you! Are you excited for your presentation?”

“Actually, I am.”

“I’m happy to hear that. The day after tomorrow, I’ll pick you up from the airport when you arrive.”

“Will you make me a ‘welcome back’ sign?”

“That can be arranged.”

“And you, what’s going on there?”

“Oh, you know, without you, the bar is just the boys getting drunk and teasing each other”, she chuckled. Without missing a beat, she said: “Have you spoken to Miguel?”

From a princess, you were slowly transforming into a pumpkin. Hearing his name out loud coming from someone so close to both of you made it all too real. Ignoring Miguel’s existence had worked so far, but back at home, you eventually would have to confront him. He was still blocked in all possible communications platforms, so you wouldn’t disappoint yourself refreshing the pages to find nothing from him. You wondered if Miguel had realized how badly he hurt you by skipping that dinner. How that was the last straw and you would never see him the same way again. You didn’t think so, he has always been clueless when it comes to you.

“Not really.”

“Right…He’s been weird lately.”

“How so?”, you weren’t curious, you were just being polite to keep the conversation going. Right?

“I don’t know…”, Gwen lets out a breath. “Lyla told me he is watching Gossip Girl for some reason.”

“What? Why?”

“I have no idea”, your best friend laughed. “Lyla said everyday he will stop a few minutes to talk to her about the episodes he’s seen and ask questions about the characters and their relationships.”

You remembered referencing Gossip Girl in one of your columns, but that couldn’t be it. It was a really popular show and Miguel didn’t even know what your writing was about, so he couldn’t have read it. So silly of you to consider the possibility that it had something to do with you.

“He is probably trying to impress his latest conquest”, you said, knowing you would be thinking about it, about him, even though you shouldn’t.

“Yeah…you’re probably right.”

***

How could you ever go back to sleep after talking to Gwen? You walked back and forth in your room, trying to get the tension off of your body. You made yourself a camomile teacup and sat in front of your computer, opening your final project doc. 

Dear love,

I guess this is goodbye

To you

And to the girl that I was before

The one who loved you selflessly 

She was young

Thought she had all the time in the world

That if she just stuck around

You eventually would see her

She wrote about you every week

Even made a profession out of it

She didn’t exactly hide it

But you didn’t look for it either

On your birthday, she typed her way into your stories

Everyone already knew 

If she is writing, it’s probably about you

On her birthday, you showed up late 

Messy hair, sweaty forehead, creased clothes

A box of fancy chocolates in hand 

Which you had already told her about

Long before she asked you what did chocolates mean

And you said it was for special occasions

If you don’t know a lot about someone, give them chocolates

That’s what you said 

She would never forget it

Just like your brown eyes

Beautiful hair

A jawline she would fight a war over

The way you pinch your nose 

When you are frustrated 

But don’t know how to say it

All of your different intonations

She liked the soft one the best

When you showed you are so much more

Genius doesn’t cover it

She always knew that someday you’d save the world

Until then, she waited

Held you, listened to you, 

Felt into all of your traps

The most cruel being 

The flirting one 

Where you’d flirt with her,

Hold her hand, even say a sweet thing or two

And then pretend you didn’t

As soon as someone more interesting came about

There were many someones

Ashamed, she would wonder what she could change

Her hair, her makeup, her clothes

Maybe even a boob job or a filler

Anything to become the one you choose 

But in the end, she turned into me

I’m someone else now

That craft you never wanted to hear about

Now makes me stronger

I kind of believe in myself

Can you believe it?

(Don’t answer that)

Waiting isn’t suitable to me any longer

I want to be wanted

And be able to want without holding back

I know you have a good heart

But you never wanted mine

So I will nurse it back to health

To love my family, friends and myself 

And who knows, maybe someone else

Someone who sees me

Appreciates me

Wants me

I guess this is goodbye

To you, the old me and the pain

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Can I request something for yandere merman Kakyoin? :>

My idea is he not actually a merman but a sea witch with octopus body, just like Ursula in My little mermaid. He use his potion to turn into a merman to attract his darling because he know their darling will be afraid of his real form. He want to capture darling to be his mate forever.

Well that's my idea, feel free to be creative with the plot :D thank you so much

Never thought our boy who looks like Ariel was Ursula the whole time... now that I think about it Hierophant Green works perfectly with this. Kakyoin is a mimic octopus which allows him to change his skin and body to look like other things, which combined with magic you really don't stand a chance. This is from Kakyoin's perspective mostly. Reader is gender neutral but more feminine presenting because who doesn't love a pretty enby. I also do masc and andro too but why not mix it up. If you want a particular gender don't be afraid to ask!

Merrow=Nonbinary mermaid

Reel You In

You were perfect...

Bright (e/c) eyes, wide smile on your plush lips, shiny (h/c) hair

A true gem, a real pearl if you will

His treasure

His pretty little merrow

How did he mean you in all your divinity?

Kakyoin was taking stock of his ingredients, after all his magic still required special herbs and items of the deep. His green and white striped tentacles filtered through the vials and drawers. He was low on whale fat and Leviathan scales. Kakyoin sighed it would take him ages to find these rare ingredients. Leviathans aren't usually fond of getting rid of their scales. He'll have to scour the specialty market for these ingredients. The unfortunate thing is it only opens when the ocean is darkest. He gathered his cloak off the large mer skeleton it was hanging off of. He put on his cloak and swam into the darkness.

The market was full of sketchy characters per usual, nobody good came to the Night Market unless they were desperate. It was swarming with thieves, witches, and the usual assortment of outcasts and criminals' merfolk told stories of to make their fry behave. Of course, he was one of them so there was no room to complain. He was browsing the stalls when a heavy force knocked into him. His amethyst eyes filled with annoyance, someone was already trying to rob him, and he just got here. He snatched his satchel back and glared at the offender who apologized?

"I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't watching where I was swimming. Did you lose anything from your bag?" Intriguing. Looking at the figure in front on him he could tell they didn't belong. (h/l) (h/c) styled with a pretty white ribbon (if bald or hijab its tied around your neck). Wide (e/c) orbs full of innocence he'd not seen in a while (your innocent compared to him bro). You were very attractive in his eyes as it's not often to see someone be so decent in his line of work.

"Sir? Sir? Oh no did I hit you too hard?!" The merrow's worried voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Oh, no I'm fine no harm has been done. Mx. ..." You laughed which was a genuine laugh, not one full of malice, just pure joy. Kakyoin wishes he could capture that laugh and put it in a jar. "(Y/N) my name is (Y/N)." Oh, they were so trusting, the naive little thing. "Kakyoin, but you may call me Noriyaki." (Y/N) grinned at this and swished their shiny tail back and forth. "Okay Noriyaki it's so very nice to meet you! Oh no I need to go before the market closes! See you, Nori!" The cheerful merrow swam off leaving Kakyoin paralyzed in awe. Suddenly, finding those materials didn't seem so interesting.

Kakyoin hadn't slept well in a while, thoughts of a special little merrow kept him awake. Your beautiful face invaded his dreams, your laugh haunted his every waking moment, your coquettish smile taunted him so. Oh, you had no idea how much you drove him crazy! He had been neglecting his work to watch you from his seer glass. You were even more irresistible in your day-to-day life.

You were coming back from shopping eagerly talking to yourself about the new tops you bought when you bumped into a cecaelia. You were rather clumsy, weren't you? Now you would apologize profusely and offer this merfolk your aid. What shocked Kakyoin was when you froze at the sight of the person before you and swam away in a panic. How unusual of sweet little you. What could cause such a reaction? He hadn't seen you act so rashly even with the most intimidating fish folk but this ceacaelia made you swim away with fear he has never seen before. Does it mean?

No

NO.

You were afraid of cecaelia.

You were afraid of him.

Kakyoin's fantasy of finding you again and courting you was ruined, all because you were afraid of cecaelia. He was spiraling fast. He smashed bottles and flipped his cauldron over in a fit of rage. He never hated having tentacles in his life but now he wanted to rip them all off. His blue blood leaking from his hands reminding him of his physical imperfection. If only he was born a merman like you... then I idea struck him.

Maybe reaching you wasn't impossible.

Pain, throbbing pain was all Kakyoin felt. His tentacles felt like they were ripped clean off, but it was worth it for the emerald and silver fish tail he had now. Kakyoin was stumbling around like a guppy trying to get used to their fins for the first time. It was taking some practice, but he was getting used to it. Soon he'd be perfect. Perfect for you. Once he's reeled you in, he'd show the real him, but by then

You can't escape

Kakyoin was positively giddy with all the feelings of love he felt for you. All he needed to do was find his beloved but make it seem like a coincidence. After all, you were naive but a bit skittish. All the more reason to keep you safe from dangerous creatures of the ocean and take a delicate approach to get to you. After observing you for so long he knew where you liked to go and when. By now you would be gathering human trinkets at the abandoned ship you frequently explored. He couldn't care less about humans and their dirty little tools, but you loved them so and he loved you. He received a particularly shiny trinket from a recent customer (victim), a shining bejeweled brooch. Something irresistible for a little merrow such as yourself. Kakyoin could practically see the big sparkling eyes you would make at such a priceless treasure.

Kakyoin swam over to a lopsided piece of wood to hide behind and think of how to approach you organically. Muttering to himself plan after plan unaware of the curious merrow eyeing the distressed merman. Kakyoin felt a tentative tap on the shoulder. He flushed as he made eye contact with his darling, who smiled so brightly at him. They were so beautiful when they smiled so sweetly at him. "Did you need help-oh you're that guy from the market um... Norisaki?" You remembered him... sort of. What a wonderful thing!

"Noriyaki, I'm surprised you remembered me." Kakyoin chuckled to himself. You smiled at him before blushing slightly. "It's kind of hard not to since our meeting was so embarrassing." You were the type to allow embarrassing moments to dwell in your head long after they occurred. It was quite cute. "It's quite alright neither of us were truly harmed. Are you usually so hard on yourself?" Your flushed face grew even more red with the last sentence. "Um...I hold my silence?" Kakyoin laughed at your meek response.

"That's quite alright... you know between you and me I happen to come to this sunken ship for human treasures." At the words "human treasures" your eyes lit up like bioluminescent phytoplankton at the thought of finding a kindred spirit. "I didn't know other merfolk liked human things, most of my friends call their things garbage." You looked down sadly as you finished your sentence, tracing the water rotted wooden beam in your hand. Kakyoin placed a hand of yours and stared at you with his mesmerizing purple eyes. "Some people don't understand something's value if it isn't immediately obvious." Kakyoin pulls out the glimmering brooch that shone in the filtered light of the ocean, bringing out the (e/c) of your eyes.

"It's absolutely beautiful." You marveled at the brilliant emeralds and rubies that made up the serpent pendent. In all your trips here, you had never found something so opulent before. Only thing close was a rusty spoon. Kakyoin noticed your eagerness with a tender smile. "You can have it if you want." You looked curiously at the merman seeing if he was being serious. "I'm not going to bite you; you can take it." Kakyoin smiled as the merrow hesitantly took the brooch from his outstretched hand. Yes, everything was going to plan, he imbued that brooch with magic so he could track where you go. Like the serpent in mythology, Kakyoin was not to be trusted.

"Thank you so much Nori!"

"You're welcome, my darling."

His plan was working smoothly as you were practically eating anything he told you straight from his palm. You were so sweet and trusting, it made his heart melt from fervent worship. He adored you more than anyone ever could, that alone should make him worthy of you. However, his fish disguise wore off after 48 hours and he'd be put through hell again to bring back the illusion. It wasn't the slightest bit healthy to keep this act up, but it would be all worth it in the end. When he had you safely in his arms.

His precious little mate

He'd find a way for you to have children, through magic or adoption. That way when you accept him you would be fully bound to each other. Forever. A blue flush covers his faces as he giggles to himself, oh you two would have so many wonderful years together! Just you and him and no one else.

Of course, there were a few road bumps Kakyoin needed to face first.

Your friends were skeptical of his intentions towards you as he looked familiar to a certain sea witch who was known for taking advantage of the poor souls who came to him out of sheer desperation. He couldn't let them continue to poison your mind with their deceitful words (where's the lie tho?). His amethyst eyes glinted with sadistic glee as one by one your friends were placed under his thumb as they came to him for help for problems he caused.

Poor darling, you had no idea why all your friends suddenly disappeared without a trace. The towns people became suspicious of you, thinking you were the reason all these merfolk disappeared. You were ripe with insecurity for Kakyoin to harvest. You fit perfectly in his arms as you sobbed about how life seemed to dole out more that your fair share of problems. "Kakyoin I don't know what I've done to deserve this, do you think my friends hate me?"

Hate you? No one could be capable of hating you, and the wretches who do will be swiftly dealt with. "They aren't worth your tears; good friends wouldn't disappear without telling you. Besides I'm here with you, aren't I?" You gave him that adorable grin that he loved so much. "You're right I have you."

Kakyoin was positively giddy as he swam around his lair, cleaning as best as he could. He convinced you to seek out the guidance of the Emerald Sea Witch, and you took it like the naive, trusting little thing you were. He couldn't wait to show you his real form and seal your souls together via contract. Humming a hypnotic tune to himself and swaying his tentacles sensually, he heard a sweet little frightened voice call out. "Hello, I'm looking for the Emerald Sea Witch."

Kakyoin swam to the darkest corner of his shadowy lair and grinned to himself. His hard work was paying off. Now to reel you in. "You've come to the right place little merrow." He purred sweetly to you. You looked confused as you heard the familiar voice, why did the witch sound like your friend. "My friend told me you might know about the recent disappearances of the merfolk."

He couldn't hold back his chuckle, he had to restrain himself from holding you in his tentacles and peppering you with kisses. You were just too precious. "You'll have to be more specific darling; merfolk are always going missing." You back into the merskeleton where he hangs his cloaks, causing you to squeak with fright. He should have put that away. You were trembling with fear, yet you balled your shaky fists with resolve. Turning to the direction Kakyoin was lounging you spoke shakily. "The merfolk who went missing were my friends, I would like to know if they are alive." The last part made your voice crack with sadness. Seeing you waste your tears on such scum made his cheeks color with rage.

Patience

Kakyoin steadied himself and spoke once more.

"I'll make a deal with you little merrow, I'll find your friends and even let you see them..." Your eyes lit up with glee before turning a bit skeptical. "What do you want in return?" Kakyoin smiled widely in the dark, just a little bit more and you'll be in his tentacles. "I want you to give me rare treasure." The treasure he was referring to was you, but he knew that you would foolishly think the pendant would suffice.

"Deal."

"Excellent, just sign here." Kakyoin snapped his fingers and a golden contract appeared in front of you. If you were smarter, you would notice the fine print entailing that the treasure in question, was your soul bound to his for eternity. You took the quill without hesitation and signed your name on the dotted line.

He did it!

You were his!

"Now where are my friends?" Kakyoin rolled a single vial to you, inside were the trapped souls of your friends crying for you to help them. You gasped in terror and attempted to flee. Two tentacles wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards him. "Not so fast my dear you haven't finished your end of the deal; I want my rare treasure."

You sobbed in terror at the appendages you hated your entire life, octopus were your kind's natural predator. "Take it, just let me go." You grabbed the broach out of your worn satchel and threw it in the witch's direction. "I thought you'd be smarter than that (Y/N)." It clicked as to who was the sea witch. "No." You wanted to curl up into a ball as Kakyoin laughed at the misery in your voice. "Now (Y/N) is that anyway to speak to an old friend."

Kakyoin stepped into the glowing light the cauldron produced making you cry out in fear, anger, and betrayal. "You're not my friend, you lied to me!" You pulled further a the grasp of the tentacles attempting to escape the red head, but he pulled you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck. "I know that I have been a bit dishonest with my method of courting you, but I promise to be more honest in the future." "People will come looking for me and you'll be sorry then!" Kakyoin looked you in your frightened (e/c) eyes and frowned. He then plucked the white ribbon from your hair and sent a magical current towards the town.

"No one will look for you if they think your dead my treasure." Kakyoin cooed gently. "Now then lets finish this courting process, I want us to officially become mates." This statement caused more sobbing from your end as a silver collar appeared around your neck.

"Why?" Was all you could muster. Kakyoin swayed hypnotically with you in his arms. "How couldn't I when you reeled me in."

Sorry if the ending sucked I just wanted to make room for new requests and start working more on my reincarnated sins posts and a cult village story with my own yandere ocs. I hope you enjoyed

[onlyonetifosi]

Just us against the world

-> Word Count: 1288

-> Warnings: so much cheesy fluff,a bit insecure reader/mick and sorry for the so many temporal jums

->Author note: I would appreciate if you send some ideas or requests for me to write. English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

Big Thanks to @vickyhateslife who has been alongside me writing this <3

Mick and I have been very good friends for years, we met when we were 10 in a karting competition back in Germany.

We went up at the same time through the junior categories, only that i stayed one year more in F4 than him, and that's why he went upto F1 one year before me.

2022 was my year, I was chosen to be the new Williams driver longside Alex Albon due to suspicious retiremment of Latifi.

Anyways, today is my day, pre-season tests, I was so nervous but I think that wasn't important as my level of excitement. The tests are over, I am back home. I feel great, the energy was just amazing. Everybody here was very friendly and positive, and so were the people of Williams. They welcomed me with open arms, they told me that I am one of them now which feels great. But there's a lot of work ahead to be honest, feels like we're still learning a lot about how the car works and I'm working in guetting familiar with the car.

Now that tests are done, I'm going back to the factory in UK for a lot of sim and training ahead of 2nd round of tests in Bahrein, only 1 week before the firts race there. Can't wait to be back in the car.

Today was media day ahead of the first race of the season, the Bahrein GP and I was going to do some kind of sel presentation for the F1 youtube channel.

I was talking with Mick for the first time in a long time , don't get me wrong i talked to him in Barcelona and last week tests but not as long as we wanted.

Mick has been my crush since always but i don't think he ever felt the same way about me. He is still my best friend and than we have been for over 10 years now. I was lucky, as a child I was born in Switzerland and my dad and I were neighbours with the Schumacher's. My dad, Michael's Schumacher best friends since they were kids,and he moved with him because my dad was the first performance coach of a driver in F1. Moving back to Mick's and mine relationship, it has been very good since ever, he has been very supportive of my career so far but i know he wants to spend more time with me because he os only now that i can really stay for long periods at a time at home.

I realize that although i love sims, going back to real life is weird, as i've said before because even though last season was just a test season it was real enough for me t ofeel like a driver but this one is real now, so the stakes are higher.

In this moment I'm in the Williams hospitality looking trough the windows when I see Mick and his Kevin, talking and Mick seems a bit flustered, I wonder what are they talking about.

Mick's pov

-Mate, you act a little bit patetic, every time you both are talking you guys get all red, it's very cheesy, so please ask her out for gods sake.

-Kev, she doesn't feel the same I'm sure, we have been besties since we were born and I've had girlfriens and she had got boyfiends and we never said each othe anything.

-It's because you both are blind- A voice behind me says and I turn around to see Seb coming to us.

-Not you too Seb- i say embarrased to my confident here at the track.

-Mick, I've know you both nearly since you were born and you've always been crushing each other.

-Whatever Seb, look I'm sorry but I don't think she feels the same way, ok? She's my best mate andI think she only sees me like that.

-Whatever mate you say- Kev says and he turns around and walks away leaving me and Seb alone.

Today we only ahave FP1 and FP2 so it's quite a relax day, while I'm heading to the Williams hospitality, I find Mick going to Haas.

-We are doing the track walk together, don't we? - I ask him as we head the both hospitality, one in front of each other.

-yeah like we always did-

-oks, see you then-I say while fist bumping him.

-bye! -he says too, entering his motorhome.

-Mick, you've been crushing on that girl for years now. When are you going to say something to her?- Sebastian Vettel teased him as they sat in the middle between Haas and Williams motorhomes. Mick Schumacher just shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to admit that he was indeed interested in the beautiful German driver. -I don't know, Seb. It's just...complicated.- He sighed, running a hand through his hair. -What's so complicated about it? You both like each other, I can tell.- Kevin Magnussen chimed in. -Just man up and tell her how you feel!- -Yeah, Mick. Just tell her.- Alex Albon said, coming up to stand beside them. -She's definitely into you too, I can tell.- Mick just shook his head, not sure if he was ready to take that step just yet. Maybe one day, but not right now.

-Hey mate- I say while sitting beside him at the table.

-hey girl- he says while eating his spaghetti.

-ok so...I don't know how to say this- I start and his eyes are on me now.

- you're worrying me, just say whatever it is- Alex says scared by my behaviour.

-I think I like someone- I say after a deep breath.

-who?! -Alex asks immediately.

-It's Mick- and immediatly his jaw drops.

-I knew it! Lando and George owns me and Lily a dinner, yeah!- He says jumping.

-You betted who I liked or what- i say a little bit annoyed.

-Sorry bestie but I love to have a lovely dinner with my girl for free.-He says proudly.

-You're an idiot you know that?-I tell him annoyed while going to my room.

Today was quali day and it was at 6 pm and it was only 11 am because I had data to check and meetings, I was walking to the Haas motorhome from the padock because Mick and I are going to do our private track walk as we always did.

There was a little bit of wind so my hair came to my face, when I was going to remove my hair on my place I feel Mick's hand putting a lock of hair behind my ear, brushing his hand in the process, his action shock me because he had never made skin contact with me.

-Sorry, I just wanted to help you.-He says quickly while I give him a confused smile.

-It's okay, thanks.-I reply.

It's a little bit uncomfortable because neither of us knows what to say but we quickly break the tension by smiling, as I thought we were going to continue with our track walk, but he stopped me.

- I want to talk to you about something.-He said looking at me a little bit nervous.

-Then tell me-I say not expecting what was about to come.

-I've had a crush on you since we were in F3 and i couldn't resist more without telling you- You've been always my crush aswell for a long time.

We finish our walk smiling at each other and grabbing hands, stealing touches of each other and stealing kisses. Only we in our love bubble forgetting about our stressing job.

Just when we were to part ways, he grabs my wrist and he pulls me in a passionate kiss that neither of us want to finish, just us against the world.

I hope you like this! send me whatever you want to my asks.

I would love to know something about you!!

And would you like a mention list? like for me to mention you in my fics <3 <3

Love for you <3 <3

[msfbgraves]

I know you mentioned somewhere that Terry doesn’t know where Daniel keeps his linens but…Is Mob!Terry really totally useless around the house lol? Like, can he help cook or clean? Does he know what curtains go with what bedspread, how to boil water for pasta if Daniel is under the weather? Can he bottle-feed a puppy, or make them lunch for school? Or is the whole sphere of domestic life completely foreign to him? Like, he would literally flop like a fish out of water if Daniel went on vacation for a week and left Terry to run the house? Is this a Terry thing, or is this an Alpha thing?

Daniel would go on vacation for a week and leave - sorry, what, haha?! ☺️😋 Both Daniel and Terry have bluescreened several times during that sentence alone. You'd have to forcibly remove Daniel to make that happen.

Terry can take care of the household stuff you can't buy easily even when you don't have servants. OK what does that mean? He can hang his clothes, polish his shoes, may remove a stain from his slacks. He can tidy, brew tea and what he thinks is coffee, can make sandwiches. He can wash out some socks and underwear and he can sweep things up. He had a housekeeper in his rooms when he was single, he left things presentable. But he can't do laundry, make beds, he has no idea what soap to use on what kind of floor, he can't iron, or polish and even if he could scrub he doesn't know how or what, he'd need a manual for any appliance, doesn't know plants. He can dress scrapes and cuts, but the sense of organisation you'd need to run a household smoothly, how to keep groceries fresh? When what is in season? He has no idea. Those little twirls and flourishes to make things not only practical but actually nice and welcoming? No. Clue. Many Alphas are so outside focused that if they live somewhere they wouldn't know why, when their living space has everything to functionally keep them alive, it doesn't nourish them... Because they don't own any plants or rugs, don't know what colour schemes they like, they don't have pets, they would never buy a blanket for in the living room, don't know how to place their photos... And an Alpha alone with pups, that is simply cataclysmic for them. Say an Alpha's beta mate dies in childbirth. The pups would of course miss their mother as a person like nothing else. But also, the home would lose all personality. Even if the Alpha, in despair, would hire a decorator or a nanny they would not know what little comfortable things their pups specifically need. I mean, juice is juice, right? They might even try to memorise which brand of juice but why their pup wants the brand (does it have pulp? Do they love the colour green? Is there a cartoon character on it?), they wouldn't even know how to ask. It's really distressing, because they love their pups and they want to care for them and they know their mother would know but they can't wrap their brains around it. It's part of the reason they would much rather die themself before they lose their mates. There's a reason why Daniel immediately called his mother to care for his elder pups while taking Gianni. Terry can make them breakfast and pour them drinks and play with them but no, he couldn't bottle feed Gianni, wouldn't know what to do with soiled diapers (that would make part of the house unlivable within two hours) he doesn't know where the special blankets are kept, it's all kinds of Not Good. Many Alphas meanwhile joke that they'll never see their married friends again.... not understanding the reason their now married friends hung out with them around the diners and pubs so much is that these places serve hot food! They don't consciously get that!

So Terry is not completely clueless and could keep an adult functioning but the first time an Alpha has a boyfriend or girlfriend over at theirs and they go out for an hour and suddenly there's coloured napkins on the table. And a little flower somewhere on the window sill. And they framed a picture of them together and wouldn't that look nice here? And they brought their snuggly blanket and would you like one too? They're thinking brown would be really nice, it would go with the dresser, they can buy them one? And a poster of their favourite sports team in that corner, wouldn't that be nice? They'll buy them a team scarf, it goes with their eyes - sweetheart? Why are you crying? Because something inside them would so physically relax at all that. O thank all the gods. But they still wouldn't exactly understand what it was that their lovers were bringing to their life, besides of course their presence.

[tadpolesonalgae]

okay, so this isn't a recommendation or like an attempt to sway what ur planning for the plot of cbmthy... more like, ik this will be very unlikely to happen but i like to ✨️imagine✨️ so treat it more like a silly au thought 🫢🫢

but anyways, i think it would be soooooooooo 🤌 delicious in terms of angst if, in cbmthy, az starts falling in love with reader and he realizes that. but before he can express his feelings or do anything about it, the mating bond snaps between them. bc you Know our insecure & high key depressed girlie is Not gonna ever believe he actually loves her. like i headcanon cbmthy azriel as someone who desperately strives for a romantic partner but he also doesn't think he's deserving of it for his own self esteem issues (and thus probably why he keeps going after "unavailable" females knowing that it will be unlikely to work out). and finally, FINALLY he gets the literal Sign From God™️ that he is meant to love and be loved by someone. and even though there was some.. not so great moments between them he'll still want to Try and make it work bc he's in love with her and they're literally mates.

but in reader's perspective it'll just look like he suddenly has an interest in her bc of the bond and she'll constantly question if he truly loves her (bc even tho i did perceive it as a heat of the moment slip up from him, the "if you were half the female [your sister] is" and "you think you're deserving of me?" comment would haunt me forever if someone said that to me, let alone someone i have a Crush on 😭). like az would do all these romantic gestures in attempting to convince her of his affections and it'll just upset her more. bc to her, the only logical reason he's acting like this is because of the bond, and she's convinced that if his mate was literally anyone else, he wouldn't bat an eye towards her. like.. combined with her insecurity about beauty (comparing herself to mor or elain) that we've alr seen, anything he does will just solidify her disbelief of his love.

can u imagine the devestation of hoping for a lover ur whole life and it turns out the person who was destined to be Exactly That will never believe ur love bc u (whether intended or not) fucked it up.... the mistrust. the miscommunication. the angstttttttt omg.

sorry im literally writing fanfic of ur fanfic at this point lmao 😭😭 anyways ty for listening to my rambling 😔

‘ik this will be very unlikely to happen but i like to ✨️imagine✨️ so treat it more like a silly au thought 🫢🫢’

Girl I’m going to be honest there have been quite a few points where the paths for cbmthy have severely diverged from my original plan and I’ve considered writing aus that explore them just to commemorate them (once cbmthy is entirely finished up, of course 🫣) so I’m delighted getting to hear your ideas on it!!

‘but before he can express his feelings or do anything about it, the mating bond snaps between them.’

Okayyy, so as the actual reader we would know Az’s feelings were true and were already present before the bond snapped into place, but because he hadn’t voiced them beforehand reader/‘you’ would doubt the sincerity of his feelings upon deciding to voice them? Poor reader 😭

‘like i headcanon cbmthy azriel as someone who desperately strives for a romantic partner but he also doesn't think he's deserving of it for his own self esteem issues’

I strongly agree with you there! I’m really hoping sjm treats his mentality well because I think it would also be a good chance not just to address mental health and self esteem issues on their own but also men’s mental health? Chaol’s arc in ToG (ToD) is probably one of my favourite because it felt so genuine to me, so I hope Az gets one like his, or Feyre’s, or Nesta’s 🧡💛

‘but in reader's perspective it'll just look like he suddenly has an interest in her bc of the bond and she'll constantly question if he truly loves her’

Nooo so she’d be living with this constant doubt and on top of all her own problems and she’d have be locked in a perpetual battle with her own mind on how genuine his emotions are? 😭😭

‘bc even tho i did perceive it as a heat of the moment slip up from him, the "if you were half the female [your sister] is" and "you think you're deserving of me?" comment would haunt me forever if someone said that to me, let alone someone i have a Crush on 😭’

He did kind of—intentionally or not—cut right to her bones with those comments huh? 🫢

‘can u imagine the devestation of hoping for a lover ur whole life and it turns out the person who was destined to be Exactly That will never believe ur love bc u (whether intended or not) fucked it up....’

Stop I hadn’t considered the angst from Azriel’s side!! I suppose I write from reader’s perspective so frequently and her and Az have been (in a way) quite cold to one another (maybe awkward is a better word?) that I hadn’t thought what would happen if a mating bond happened and what that would mean for Az 😭

‘sorry im literally writing fanfic of ur fanfic at this point lmao 😭😭 anyways ty for listening to my rambling 😔’

No it’s so fun to hear!! Really it’s such a heartwarming experience that you enjoy cbmthy enough to be so involved with it, it means so much to me so thank you ☹️🫂

Okay, so my thoughts on this—if I’m honest, I think I’m familiar for the most part with how cbmthy is going to conclude? There are still many things I need to fine-tune since there’s a large chunk of story still to tell, but for the most part the different paths I’ve taken up to this point I’ve chosen due to my own writing capabilities (or what I think they are)? Like you said, I think this would be great for a one shot, and it was a path I’d actually considered to some extent, but personally I don’t think I’d be able to successfully write reader recovering if a mating bond snapped before Azriel got a chance to tell her about his feelings which is why that won’t be happening in the main story :)

That being said, I would like to explore those sides of things on a smaller, more controlled level? For example instead of it being a mating bond, now that reader’s magic has come out so obviously I think that’s something reader will struggle with, plus one other subplot that’ll finally come to light at the end of Ch. 15 which reader might speculate is affecting how Az acts around her in future parts!

Either way I’m looking forward to when the next part is finally complete since it’s taking me ages 😭🧡💛 I’m also excited to see how you’ll react to it and what you’ll make of different character’s choices!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Crossing my fingers this goes through. I was waiting for a week for it to be anwered, only to find out it didn't go through.

What if Bucky body mods/med kinks big!serumed!sub!Steve into an alpha? Gives him big, sensitive glands, a knot, and increases the (already high) sensitivity in his dick and balls? Gets him to knot the first time so he knows how good it is, and then tells him he only gets to do that when he's told he can? And later, he tells Steve what to expect from a rut, but when it finally starts, Steve is too horny to figure out what's going on until Bucky spells it out for him, and that makes the rut even stronger.

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It went through! Sorry about that, whether it was me, Tumblr, or something on your end 🤷🏻‍♂️ either way, it sucks

Hmm 👀 that'd be really interesting and would definitely require Marvel's advanced medicine and science, but I like the idea. For whatever reason, I imagine in this AU, Bucky would take beta big-sub!Steve and make him into an alpha.

Of course, you could, theoretically, make big, subby omega Steve into an alpha, but there's just something about the idea of him being a beta first that appeals to me. I suspect the part of it that I am drawn to is how if he were a beta, it'd mean that he's never experienced a mating cycle before, translating into one hell of a situation once his first rut does hit. Like, teenage presentation of rut, but on steroids. Nothing he's ever felt before.

(That or perhaps this is a "normal" AU, not omegaverse, and so Bucky is modeling all his work off of this shared fantasy they have about omegaverse, kind of like this collections of roleplay fics on AO3--"bucky loves his 'alpha'" by hey_you_with_the_face)

*slight dub-con vibes throughout this drabble since Steve doesn't actually know what's going on. He's just trusting Bucky to make mods to his body. BUT, he very much wants all of it once he knows what's happening.

Sensitive glands

*it occurred to me after I wrote the first part of this that you meant scent glands. Listen... I have no actual excuses, I just dive into things, and the only thing I think about is dick so... 🤷🏻‍♂️

I would like to imagine this happens before Bucky gives him a knot.

His glands suddenly swell, getting bigger, barely bigger, but there's still a change. His glands tint pinkier and become even more sensitive to the touch than ever before. It's different.

Just the slide of foreskin against his glands makes his knees feel wobbly with sudden jolts of sensation. Moving back to expose his sensitive head or moving forward to hide it again. Either way, it's sharp. It's almost painful. So, so sensitive. His skin feels too tight just from that tiny change! These helpless little shocked noises fall out of him, especially when it happens by accident--his dick getting caught on the zip of his jeans, his dick bunching in his underwear, his own clumsiness when washing in the shower, leaning too hard against a counter, etc. The drag of his foreskin against himself is suddenly unbearable.

Like, curl-your-toes-where-you-stand unbearable.

Like, unbearable [outrageously sexy].

Also, I'd like to imagine that the change to his glands is one of the first changes that Steve notices in this transformation. It's the sudden unbearable sensitivity, the way the head of his cock swells ever so slightly, changing in shape, and the overnight change in shade is also noticeable, flushed.

Steve even notices it when he's hard enough to start dripping pre-cum from the slit of his cock, the sizzling, hot-feeling liquid seeps down the head of his dick and gets between his foreskin and the glands and... there's something he can't identify exactly. It, it feels different. It feels like he's never felt it before! Like he's back in puberty experiencing erections for the first time.

The change really, really sinks in, though, when Bucky insists, one evening, on stripping him bare, laying him out, tying him up, spread eagle, and doing the unthinkable--

All Bucky is doing is just jerking him off.

God.

Steve wants to wriggle and scream and cry.

Bucky's doing nothing else! Nothing else to him! He needs more! He needs to never fucking be touched again! He wants to crawl out of his skin, he wants to sink into the sensation and never move ever again.

It's wild.

Lungs heaving. Neck twisting side to side. Abs clenching. Hips siezing up. Eyes squeezed shut but not stopping a few tears from escaping.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bucky has restrained Steve so that he can't touch anything--each arm and each leg to one bed post. Steve can't touch Bucky or himself. His legs aren't even rubbing together. He's spread so wide that his balls aren't touching his upper inner thighs. His arms don't brush past his head, held above his shoulders. Nothing. There is nothing.

Nothing but the sensation of Bucky jerking him off. It is the only point of focus he has. The only connection. The only torture. Sweet, sweet torture. And, fuck, jerking off isn't even the right way to say it because that implies he's using his whole hand and that he's moving his wrist, stroking him. He isn't.

Bucky is using this new weakness against him mercilessly.

His fingers--the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand are folded into a tight ring, specifically just his index finger and thumb. Bucky is using that ring to move Steve's foreskin, pulling it up the head of his dick, stimulating his glands, and then pulling it back down again, also stimulating his glands. Playing with him. Milking him. The ring of his fingers feels like it pops over the ridge that separates the head of his dick from the shaft with each slide.

It hurts.

It feels so good.

Tight and sensitive and everything.

He's burning alive; he's melting; he's never been wetter. So wet. Dripping--dripping down the throbbing, hot shaft of his cock, and dripping down the tight, unforgiving hold Bucky's hand has on him.

Steve's crying.

Steve's screaming--

Because, because, fuck, Bucky has finally moved his other hand from where he positioned himself neatly between Steve's shaking thighs so their skin doesn't touch, and he uses that other fucking hand to fucking rub one finger against his slit, too, using his fingernail to scrape against it just so.

Steve's vision goes black for a moment.

Oh, oh, oh.

He's not sure he can even make a sound. Nothing comes out. His neck goes limp.

Still. Bucky keeps torturing him. Wringing sensations from him that feel like electricity. Shooting through him. It's almost too much to think about cumming. Overstimulated.

Help, Steve wants to cry for help, he can't--

He can't!

Everything in him gives up at once, fully boneless, and just when he does, Bucky feels it. And Bucky rewards him for it.

Bucky changes Steve's thoughts about cumming because he tells him to. He squeezes the crown of his cock so hard that Steve squeals and tugs hard enough on the restraints trying to curl up in a ball and protect his poor, poor cock that the shock radiates down his limbs. It's his voice, rough and in arguable, that pushes Steve over the edge. He feels his cock flex and twitch and pull the orgasm up from his balls.

GodfuckingJesusGOD.

There's too much pleasure to register all of it. It shatters him.

Scent glands, though...

Bucky would have Steve squirming with just the lightest brush of his fingers against the new, raised, sensitive patches of skin. Extra pink compared to the rest of his pale, freckled body. Those new additions are practically begging for Bucky's attention, standing out in such a way.

Anyway--

Just the pads of Bucky's fingers barely gliding over the glands now on the sides of the base of Steve's neck, under his arms, and high on the insides of his thighs as well as near the base of his dick is enough to make shivers race up Steve's spine. Ticklish. Yet, also, panting from it. Mouth hanging open. His dick twitching and swelling until he's desperately hard.

And Steve will be hard so long as Bucky keeps the touches up--no matter if the touches don't get harder or not. Soft and gentle keeps him throbbing when he's so reactive.

Electric.

He can't help it!

When Bucky touches him there, Steve can't think. He doesn't even know how to ask Bucky what he's done to him. It shuts his brain off like a switch. He looks dumb like that. So turned on that his brain has been turned off.

Empty headed.

When Steve has an influx of hormones as a result of Bucky's playing with him--injections, pills, and other medical play that Steve enjoys with his eyes closed and head lulling back from the impersonal and examining touches and clinical, dettached speak--those glands get inflamed. They're tender. Painful, almost, just barely on the edge of not.

As a result, Bucky decides to rub some ice cubes across those sensitive patches of skin. Watching the chilly cubes melt against his pale, gorgeous skin. The chilly water makes alluring rivers across his goosebumps.

Steve shudders--he can't stop shivering.

The whole time, he's gasping, whimpering, and shivering, trying to get away from it. It feels like it's inside his body. Like the ice is in his veins. Traveling from his new scent glands to his heart and back around his body.

Afterward, when his new, shiny glands are somewhat numb, Bucky massages them. Pressing his thumbs into his skin, trying to make sure they don't remain inflamed. Soothing. Or, it would be soothing if it weren't still sending waves and waves of hormones through Steve's body. Leaving him a husk of a man. All he is is sparks of muted pleasure. It's like being touched through his clothes because he's mostly numb.

Fuck.

Steve is only a puddle.

A knot

Steve is going to town between Bucky's plush thighs, fucking them, begging Bucky to hold his legs together tighter, needing the slick, hot friction and clawing at him, so, so close to tears, when Bucky tells him, beautifully deadpan, that he doesn't know... his legs are starting to hurt. It's hard to hold them together like that...

No, no, no!

He can't!

Steve is so close! He needs something hot and tight to fuck.

Bucky threatens with a teeth heavy smile that's mascarading as being sweet, that, oh, well, if he just needs something tight than Bucky can go and get him a fleshlight. That should do the job, right? Especially with some nice warming lube to make it reeeeal sloppy and wet.

Steve collapses on top of Bucky, crying with real tears all of a sudden, spilling onto Bucky's hard chest, that he can't do that! Anything but that! He needs Bucky. Bucky. He needs Bucky.

Any part of him he's willing to let Steve use!

Fine.

Bucky agrees to let Steve keep fucking his thighs as if his own cock isn't hard and drooling a puddle onto his twitching abs--as if it's a fucking hardship.

Fine.

Steve cries his thank you out of quivering lips. Breaking down.

His crumbling doesn't prevent him from getting back. to. it. Fucking Bucky's thighs. Hard. Deep. Making the worst kind of obscene sounds with every weight-honed thrust. Sucking and wet. All that lube smeared indecently across the soft, fatty flesh of Bucky's inner thighs. He's going and going and whining, and suddenly--

He doesn't know what's happening.

There's, oh, God, there's this pressure!

He doesn't know where it's coming from because surely Bucky's just clamping his thighs together tighter, finally giving Steve some mercy, but then why does it feel like it's coming from inside Steve? Why does it feel like a balloon expanding that's about to pop. Overfilled. Pressure and pressure and--

OH!

Through gritted teeth, Steve screams, his orgasm smashing into him like a freight train. Destroying him.

All the pressure, all that pleasure--it feels so good that it hurts. Like fire. It feels like fire! Like he's been ripped open and filled with lava. His vision gets black spots before going completely blank, eyes rolling back, jaw clenching until the joint creaks from the stress.

He's never felt--

He's never felt anything like it.

He's never cum so hard.

OhfuckingGod.

His mind is still spinning faster than he can keep up with when suddenly Bucky is surging up, flipping their positions so he's on top of Steve, straddling his trim waist, and is wrapping his fingers around Steve's wrist to pull his hand down to his cock and placing it on--

What?

Steve's mind isn't just spinning anymore, it's spinning so fast that it's being pulled apart by gravity, spread thin. He has no concept of gravity himself. What's up and what's down? What is fucking happening?

Huh?

He's struck dumb.

Bucky has him grabbing his cock but it doesn't feel like his cock because he's fisting the base and it's, it's thick.

The base of his dick is swollen and so fucking hard, taut, Steve can feel his pulse thudding through him like a fist banging on a drum with the furious intent to break the instrument. It feels like there's a ball that's been shoved down his slit all the way to the base of his cock. Impossibly large. So tight.

Steve is whimpering in a way that's hilariously pathetic. Tiny. Thin. High. Tears streaming out of his tightly shut eyes.

What?

Bucky puts both of his hands around Steve's and makes him squeeze his cock hard.

AH!

Steve screams again even though he doesn't have enough air for it. Suffocating. He sees God. It feels so unbelievable that it's killing him.

What. is. that?

Steve thrashes as Bucky keeps making Steve grope himself. It almost feels better now than it did before his cock did... that. Whatever is happening to him. How? How can it feel better?

How can he cum again when he's just, just been destroyed by the best orgasm of his life?

What?

When Steve is finally not still cumming and his dick is still swollen but throbbing somewhat less, Bucky cautiously lets him touch himself more. Shift his hand around. Get both hands on it. It doesn't feel too good to keep his hands off of it, the lack of pressure hurts under his skin in a way that's just wrong, so Steve holds it like he's got the desperate urge to piss. Both hands tight around the base of his cock. It's humiliating. It's fucking great.

Steve can't believe Bucky when he tells him that this is his knot.

He stares open mouthed at Bucky.

Is this gonna happen every time he orgasms? How long does it last? It's not permanent, right!? He flicks his eyes down to his cock weary of his body in a way that he hasn't been since he first got the serum.

Bucky just smirks and kisses him on the forehead, pretending he's not an evil mastermind fulfilling Steve's deepest sexual desires--so deep that he wasn't even aware they existed before.

"Dunno, guess you'll have to figure that out yourself, huh?"

Steve wants to groan in complaint, but all that will come out is a complaining whimper...

Overall sensitivity

Poor Steve, overall, his body has gone h a y w i r e

It's almost like a repeat of getting the serum. The symptoms aren't the same, but that confusion of what is happening to him and how different everything feels all at once are the same. Steve thinks it might be better the second time around. Maybe it's because he's able to enjoy it this time around (re: Bucky can take advantage of said new sensitivities whenever he likes, no war, overt homophobia, or anything else to distract them). Or maybe it's because Bucky is doing it to him.

It's probably because it's Bucky doing it to him--no matter how often they roleplay with Bucky as the doctor and Steve the patient, Steve knows Bucky is doing this to him.

Bucky is making his body so sensitive to even the slightest touch that he's nearly fainting, knees weak. Even when doing something as normal as zipping up his jeans, he can't help but fall apart. Steve stays in sweatpants for weeks.

And, God, Bucky just brushes a hand over his crotch and Steve's whining, shrill, and getting hard so fast that his vision swims, lightheaded.

It feels like not even a single hour can pass without Steve needing to be scraped off of the floor, couch, or bed, depending on what he was doing when his sensitivity finally wore through him. Unable to take it. Needing. Now. Needing something, anything right now--humping the floor, sliding a hand into his own pants, getting off against a stray pillow, pressing a hand against himself over his clothes, fondling his own junk or his own chest, gasping, begging Bucky for help, anything.

Anything.

And to think that Steve thought he had a hair trigger before...

Compared to now, like this, adjusting to his alpha-body, it seems like he had unbelievable stamina then. He's so weak.

Rut

The first rut that Steve goes into is a surprise to Steve, of course, but it's also a shock to Bucky. If Bucky knew it was coming, he wouldn't've left the house, but... because it isn't a sure science and it comes when it wants to... Bucky isn't home.

And Steve is left to sink slowly into insanity by himself.

At first, he thinks the thermostat has turned itself up or the AC isn't working, and so that's why he's feeling hot and sweaty. No problem, he turns it down. When Steve's body starts telling him to pay less attention to his book and more to his cock, Steve assumes that, well, nothings wrong. This is his life right now. He's always ready for it. Although, usually not so ready as to need to strip out of all his clothes, save for his underwear, and lie back on the sofa, feeling wound up for... no apparent reason. His sweats weren't even rubbing against his dick. He's not reading anything particularly stimulating. He's not thinking about Bucky.

He's just hard and sweaty and... kinda itchy and achy. His neck itches, especially around his scent glands, and his jaw aches. He's not hungry, but he's feeling like he needs to bite something. Not chew. Bite.

The seemingly random urges only grow and grow as Steve continues to be left alone.

Time drags out unbearably. So. fucking. slow.

However, Steve refuses to stop reading. Mostly because he's stubborn--it's not that good of a book. But, also because, damnnit, he gets off so fucking often (especially when Bucky isn't home and he's getting off alone, it's nowhere near as satisfying, so he needs more). But, it's fine. He'll be fine until Bucky comes home. He can wait.

He's not fine until Bucky comes home.

By the time Bucky is coming through their front door, Steve is not good. He's sweaty as fuck. His chest is heaving. His skin feels like it's paper thin and too tight at the same time, sensitive and uncomfortable. He's burning with a fever. He's obsessed with the thought of grabbing Bucky--he wants to feel him under his hands, under his jaws, he wants to have him. He needs to have him. It's the only thing he can think about--

BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky.

So, immediately, Steve is all over Bucky before the other man can even shut the fucking door. Steve is panting, and so, so hard. He's been hard all fucking day. It won't go away! He's vibrating.

He needs.

Before Steve even registers the thought of speaking, he's begging Bucky. Begging so fucking hard that he's sliding down onto his knees and wrapping himself around Bucky's legs, pressing his face as close to him as he can get. Nose smushed against his thigh. Smelling him. Kissing him. Licking him. Dragging his teeth against him. Begging him.

Caught off guard, but very pleased with this delicious development, Bucky hauls Steve by the back of the neck toward their bed. Steve whimpers the entire time, stumbling, twisting, trying to reach out and touch Bucky. He's so fucking hard. He's so close to getting what he needs. But this isn't it! Why can't they fucking fuck in the doorway! What's so wrong with that!? It's their fucking home! So, Steve's upset. But, he's also thrilled--this crazed state is going to stop! And it's going to be sweet, sweet release.

Please.

Or, Steve thinks it's going to end. But, with Bucky-?

C'mon.

He should know better after so many years--after so many lifetimes.

Once they're in the bedroom, Bucky is throwing him down onto the matress and getting on top of him, normally, Steve is more than fine with being ridden into oblivian, but the ache deep inside him says no. No. Just this once, he can't have that. He can't! He wants to fuck Bucky so hard that he puts him through the mattress.

He needs to.

He needs to take him.

Bucky doesn't give him a chance to think about it, though. Instead, he interrupts him with a demand, "how horny are you?"

Steve whines. He can't rub two brain cells together to form words! And he can't move either, no matter how much he craves mounting Bucky and making him take it, this is his dom. He can't disobey him. So he suffers. He lets Bucky sit on top of him without having the fucking decency to fucking do anything when he's in such a state. Suffering.

What does it feel like? Are you close? Does it hurt? Does it feel good? What do you want to do to me?

Bucky asks him question after question.

Unrelenting.

But Steve is just too goddamn dumb to answer, whimpering and humping up, trying to grind against nothing but empty air.

Please!!

It's unspeakably frustrating.

Steve grits his teeth until they feel like they're going to break. His fists clench the sheets so hard that he rips them. His skin is slick with bullet after bullet of sweat--its practically a firing squad. Hell, facing a firing squad would be easier than this.

He's dying.

And Bucky's questions only get more and more filthy. His fucking mouth, doing all the heavy lifting when he's not even touching Steve other than where he's sitting low on his thighs, weighing him down.

This is hell.

Steve has already died, and this is hell.

Do you need to knot? Do you need to fuck something? Do you wanna fill something up with cum from those big, heavy alpha balls? Do you need to breed something? Do you need to knock something up? Rut it out?

Steve sobs and sobs, humping fucking NOTHING even though he's shaking from the strain of lying immobile.

He breaks.

Shatters.

He admits yes. His tongue only working after what feels like hours of his mind begging for it.

Are you a slut for having that hot cock squeezed? Are you a slut for having anything around your cock? Do you need a nice little cocksleeve?

Yes.

YES.

Y-E-S.

Steve's incoherent now, blubbering affirming sounds and hoping that Bucky takes at least one to be good enough. If he could make his body work, he'd admit to anything at the moment. Anything. Just for a chance at fucking Bucky.

PLEASE.

Finally--

Finally, Bucky takes pity on him. Flipping them and letting Steve fuck him. Steve wants to mount him, get Bucky actually on all fours and take him from behind like the primal urges demand, but Steve cannot wait that long. Even if he wants it more than he wants air, he can't fucking wait one more fucking minute.

Bucky flips them, and Steve is taking the gilded opportunity.

In no time at all, his face is planted in the center of Bucky's pecs, whimpering and whining and crying. Humping him. Fucking him. Mating him. Defiling him.

Steve knots him and ends up passing out. It's so intense. Too much for his body.

He wakes up when Bucky knows his knot has gone down enough to slip out of him and Bucky does just that. Just to see what's happen. Steve wakes up with a pathetic cry. He's hard again. His knot has deflated, but he's still jaw-achingly hard. And, well, they have to do something about that, don't they?

This time Steve fucks Bucky doggy style, blubbering, promising to breed him good, knock him up nice and heavy and give him big, heavy babies, gonna pump more cum into him, and he's gonna do it until Bucky's pleased. Until Bucky passes out. Anything he wants.

Anything he wants.

Steve passes out again after another helplessly frantic round, waking up later to have Bucky feed and water him by hand as Bucky explains that this is rut.

Steve moans, thinking about this happening every month. Every few months? Every six months? They won't know until his body settles. Either way, whatever the time frame, fuck, he's never going to get anything done!

I hope this was worth the wait!

[ftl-faster-than-life]

trick or treat!

You get something sweet pulled out of something awful! Straight up fluff below. Parent and child relationship between omega!Barry and a tiny Wally, mentions of past Iris/Barry. Iris is dead in this fic. Barry is the Flash, Wally is Kid Flash.

-- "Are you coming to the party tonight, Barry? You should--it'd be good for you to get out more. Can't spend all your free time with a five year old, you know."

"Oh, I don't know…it's hard enough to get a sitter with notice…"

"The company is providing free childcare!"

Barry hesitated. It'd be good for Wally to get a chance to socialize with other kids, before he went to school… And they had a point. He hadn't been a social butterfly before Iris died, but ever since her accident, he'd withdrawn almost completely. Maybe a few hours spent at a party where he could slip away whenever he felt he'd had enough would be good for him, too. "Well. In that case. How can I say no?" He smiled tentatively.

"Wonderful--we're all looking forward to seeing you let your hair down, ha."

"Hey, you missed a signature--"

"Oh! Sorry, Janet. I thought I'd filled it out thoroughly." He scrawled his signature across the line she indicated with a tap of her nail.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, the work day ending early to accommodate the celebration that evening. Barry was pleased that his pup seemed enthusiastic about the idea of playing with other pups, and he hoped as he finished getting them both ready that he'd find playmates and not antagonists among the other children. Barry got dressed, tying a bowtie around his own neck as a finishing touch, and gave his reflection a wistful smile. It was the red one that Iris had presented him with on their first date--when he'd been too oblivious to realize that they were on a date, and that the tie was a courtship present.

He'd never thought a beautiful, clever beta like Iris would be interested in an omega.

He felt a pang in his chest. He missed her--he didn't think there was a single hour when he didn't think about his mate. Leaving the mirror behind, he scooped Wally up and pressed a fierce kiss to his ginger hair, squeezing the pup tight and scenting him til Wally was squirming and whining in his arms. As long as he had Wally, he had a living piece of Iris--they might not have been related by blood any more than Barry was, but they were two of a kind and Iris had loved that child like he was her own. "I love you, Wally." Barry mumbled, and relented, setting Wally down next to him. He took the pup's hand and flashed him a bright smile. "Are you ready for a run, Kid Flash?" He was heartened by the way those big green eyes lit up, sparking with joy.

"We're running there, Daddy?"

"Uh-huh. Got your ring?" Barry asked, lifting his own hand with the band wrapped around one finger. Wally grinned and raised his own small fist, imitating the pose. In a moment, the two were dressed in the bright colors of the Flash--Wally a perfect miniature of Barry. Of course, he was far too young to help Barry fight criminals, but the boy was more than eager to do what tasks he was allowed to--things his overprotective Omega guardian deemed safe--and Barry was determined to make sure his tiny shadow was allowed to run and experience the joys of the powers they'd both been granted as often as possible. Usually, he wouldn't have run to Lexcorp…but he didn't own a car, couldn't rent one as an omega, and the train and shuttle he usually took to work wouldn't be running late enough. So he decided to make the run.

"Ready?" He asked his pup, and had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing when Wally struck a heroic pose. His demeanor was comically larger than life, with his small size. Barry's heart felt overfull of love and pride. Wally was going to be an amazing hero, one day.

"Ready!"

"Let's go!"

And with a giddy whoop from Wally, they were both off, trailing lightning behind them. The sheer joy of running--fast, untouchably fast, safe and fearless at long last--was only magnified by Wally's companionship, Barry had noticed. He kept his pace slow enough that the boy could easily keep up, and was rewarded with elated giggles from the child.

Even if the party turns out awful, this makes it worth going. Barry thought to himself.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Monster F-er Presents: Grimm’s Darling Fairy Tales!

A mix between Brother’s Grim and Disney Movies brings you the magic of sweet dArK adorable, and heartwarming PoSsEsSiVe romance between the Darling Reader and the main character/s of each story! Including magic, dEaTh fantasy, GoRe and finding your true love! yOu BeLoNg To ThEm-

As your being forced against your will to stay and never having the chance to go home-

So stay for awhile! Either lay down in bed or sit in a chair and read each and every story, until it satisfies you to your heart’s content! WhY aRe YoU cRyInG?

You can’t leave, why would you want to leave??? Is there someone who’s making you scared? Who is it?! We’ll KILL them so they’ll never bother you again!! WHERE ARE YOU RUNNING!?!??!!!

ErRoR eRrOr ErRoR

What do you think? I tried to do a spine-chiller type of thing here (I don’t know if it was good or not since this is the first time doing it) with a few ideas on some classic Fairy Tales but with some Rizzy Twists (Or Twists you think would work better)

Sorry if that was creepy or not creepy enough (Did you get some Goosebumps?)

If you’re curios, I can send you the Starring List of Each Baki Character with the star; Darling Reader! (It’s just the Name Titles and ‘Star Actors’ for each Story, along with the simple Plot Line, but with a Twist!)

Example;

Little Darling Hood

Characters: Reader (As ‘Little’ short Darling Hood as the cute little baker, who comes to Jack’s ‘aid’ not realizing her mistake)

Jack (As the Hunter/Lumberjack of the town that lives deep in the woods all alone secretly the infamous Big Bad Werewolf that terrorizes nearby villages by devouring their cattle, livestock and foolish hunters that think they can kill him)

Plot: Jack Hanma is the Hunter and Lumberjack of the small village and falls sick, but his size and stoic demeanor makes everyone too afraid to help him, except for sweet and kind Reader, who decides to go to his cabin to take care of him! (With a basket full of medicine, pastries and the meat and vegetables he gave her as a gift yesterday)

However, Reader doesn’t realize that ‘poor’ Jack isn’t sick, but he’s actually in his Heat Cycle trying to stay away from said cute baker to not scare her (But now that she’s in his cabin, he’s going to devour her whole, and not in the way she thinks)

Jack please be gentle, you wouldn’t want to scare your mate would you? Let her know she’s safe, after all she accepted your proposal! That’s why she came to you with the food you gave her before your cycle started, to show you can provide for her better than anyone else, and she came to CARE for you, like a kind and loving mate should do!

And before you ask, YES Jack will look a cross between Human and Werewolf at the moment (He looks bigger to, but it’s his very soft and fluffy fur that makes him look beefier than he usually looks, which is covering his entire body minus some of his face)

I hope this wasn’t weird (My ADHD is running wild right now and I can’t stop it) Proceeds to stare into the distance with a deranged look realizing how much of a freak I really am I really like your stuff and I’m know for getting to hyper-fixated on things I really like (Your writing is the stuff I like)

Another potential fic to add to my queue.

My WIPs so far

Kizaki x fem!reader x Yandere Hanayama 🌶️

Yeti Sikorsky x Sacrificial Bride reader x Dwarf Gaia

Orc Jack Hanma x princess reader (450 special)

Biscuit Oliva x Sugar baby reader 🌶️

Werewolf Jack x R.R.H reader 🌶️

Collab with @de4thbl4de 💕 (might hold a poll for who we should write about)

[darrowsrising]

Hi! I read your Odysseus = Darrow post and as someone who did classical studies for many years i wanted to offer you my two cents on the matter because you always give the best analysis so you might find this interesting. I start with the premise that always and forever i’m a darrow stan and a lysander hater, even though i find interesting his path under a narrative point of view. Odysseus is a kind of complex character and I feel that according to how you read his story he can be also similar in many ways to Lysander. I mean, if we think of him as the hero who did not want to leave for war for fear of not returning, but was forced to to save his son, who had the brilliant idea which allowed to win the war, then traveled for years trying to go home to his wife, plus the whole plot with his son, which is also the most known version of Odysseus, then yes, he indeed is Darrow. But under a certain interpretation, he is a man who, although known for his intelligence, benefited from the help and protection of powerful figures like Athena or Circe, often taking merits of other people’s actions. Like there are a lot of different version on the whole plot of the Trojan horse which don’t put him in a very good light (in modern terms), which is very similar to lysander’s whole plot in DA. Also his arrogance and curiosity (always according to certain interpretations) lead him in his travel which caused the death of all his mates. And these are the main traits with which Lysander is presented in IG, especially the curiosity with bad consequences (for others). So I feel like this is a kind of addition to your interpretation of “Lysander is a foil to Darrow”, which i always love to read whenever you add something more. Like they are two faces of the same coin but Lysander is the bad side. Plus, it’s very indicative that Odysseus is particularly linked to two figures which are Diomedes and Ajax and if nomen est omen, it’s a key thing. As for Iliad Ajax, the relation with Odysseus indeed mirrors that of Lysander and RR-Ajax in a brilliant way. As for Iliad Diomedes, we still know too little of RR Diomedes, but it’s interesting because it depends on the direction he will take, whether he will join Darrow or not. Actually, if I haven’t bothered you too much, I think the greek hero which mirrors darrow the most is Achilles. in GS, the Jackal told him to be achilles and learn from his mistakes, which i think is really the key of darrows character. achilles wanted a short life with glory, darrow would have chosen a long one, happy but without glory, but “his enemies bought him war”. I feel this is the whole point: Darrow is trying hard not to be Achilles, but events are bringing him down to that path (though i have no doubt he will succeed). And he is also trying to not be perceived as Achilles, as a glory and fame driven man. The references are many: the whole rage thing, which is another similarity, or even the fact that Darrow is notably fast and often mentions the speed of his feet in duels, which is a distinctive trait of Achilles. And as for Patroclus, Darrow had a lot of people who were his Patroclus. Btw i’m really sorry for how long this turned, I hope I haven’t annoyed you. Have a nice day!

That's very interesting, thank you for your input and you never bother me, you are always welcome to share stuff.

I did not mean it too literally, though. Pierce is not trying to re-tell homeric ballads, he's just inspired by them.

It's interesting to be to see the similarities. Regarding the Darrow = Odysseus/Ulysses, I actually think that Darrow will get to come back to his family after his own odyssey, it's not meant to mirror Ulysses' adventures back to Itaca. He's had his own stuff to deal with and will continuw to have others, it's just that he'll succeed. Also, I sort of disagree that he's most similar to Achillies, because the Golden Son era ended 10 years ago for him.

In Golden Son, I agree that he has similarities with Achillies most of all, but it's Dark Age now. Darrow doesn't 'try not to be like Achillies', he'als legitimately not like Achillies.

Back then, he was self-aware enough to know he shouldn't be fooled by the adrenaline his own glorious stunts gave him back when he was a wee over 20. Now, it's basic instinct, there is no point in Dark Age where he had Achillies tendencies - all he did was his best to survive. And his rage was not a huge part of himself as it used to be, he was in survival mode, he was driven by trying to move forward, not by his own spirit raging at the worlds.

He also mentions that when he was younger he would attribute sheer will and dedication to people who would stay days and nights to do their part, while kow he knows full well it's stimms, as he himself uses. Rage alone cannot fuel him. He cannot even afford it to rule him like he used to do. His purpose is not glory or martyrdom - it's a home to go back to, no matter how impossible it seems.

Also, Lysander being a foil to Darrow is not about being the other side of the coin, it's about being a cheap replica or rather, a bad replica in order to highlight the original. His traits are twisted to highlight Darrow's.

For example, Darrow is extremely hard, if not impossible to manipulate. While Lysander is played like cheap kazoo.

At the same time, Lysander is his own person, being a foil is used to characterize him, not flaten him.

But I do find the Ajax and Diomedes parallels interesting. I kinda hope the RR guys will have something to do with Darrow directly and I wonder if they will parallel the homeric counterparts someway, beyond a bunch of similarities.

Thank you for your input, it's fascinating.

Howl on, 💖🐺